#i have seen red tails here but damn. alright!

[muirneach]

holy shit i am literally just sitting in class staring out the window and a sharp shinned hawk flew by????

[officialabortive]

Naga!bakugou imagine pt2

Part 1

It had been a few hours since you had been taken into the den of a naga who introduced himself as Katsuki Bakugou

While his size alone showed the immense power he held, you felt no fear toward him. Well, not anymore

Yes, of course the initial shock and confusion left you petrified and shaking, but it quickly wore off when you realized he meant you no harm. It became obvious when he arranged furs and blankets into a little circle and placed you right in the center of the cushy assortment

So far you've gathered that he is keeping you as a sort of pet for him to study, wanting to gather information on human kind

He spent some time poking and prodding at you, tugging at the strange fabrics that cover most of your skin. Also having removed your shirt

Now he carried you on his hip as he moved swiftly through the forest. Your head resting atop his shoulder as you held on. Apparently you were headed out to see "shitty hair" or whatever that meant

It hadn't taken long to arrive at a cave. Its entrance was partially covered by hanging ivy. As soon as bakugou -who still was carrying you- entered the threshold, he started shouting for the one that resided here. "OI SHITTY HAIR! I FOUND SOMETHING"

"Oh hey! What's up bakugou"

You turn your head to see who had responded. It was another naga, and just like the one you were with he had spiked hair, only this naga's was brightred. This one had a black tail with small patches of grey, and a smile full of pointed teeth

But as soon as you entered his line of sight, his smile dulled and eyes went wide. You saw his mouth open with the intent to speak, but no words came out. Instead, his dark red eyes being back and forth between you and bakugou

Bakugou smirked at his reaction, moving closer and setting you down to the cave floor

"...you have got to be kidding me. Is that really a human?"

"Damn right. Found 'em right outside my den, completely lost"

"Huh, weird. I've never seen one of these little guys before" he leaned down to get a better look at you, the sudden motion causing you to flinch back closer to bakugou. This made both nagas huff a slight chuckle

"Aww, its alright, no need to be shy" his bright genuine smile seemed reassuring enough. "I'm Eijiro Kirishima, a friend of Bakugou's."

"...I'm y/n"

Bakugou swooped you back into the confines of his toned arms, moving deeper into the cave. Kirishima staying at his side as you saw an area not unsimiler to bakugou's den. This was obviously the main living area, furs padding the floor with a generous amount of pillows that sit in a corner

Stopping at the edge of the large living space, bakugou put you back on your feet so he could lean on a pillow. Kirishima settles close by, pulling you in so you sat against his long tail which formed a U shape

You were handed a plush embroidered pillow to which you hugged against your chest and rested your chin

Kirishima's gaze lingered on you, with a look of sadness, pity. You were obviously so far from home, and don't know the way back. And you're such a small being, lacking the needed height and muscle to defend yourself. He could help but wonder 'what if a bear had been the one to find you instead of bakugou!?'. Such a defenceless creature wouldn't stand a chance

"Ya know, I've heard lots of stories about what humans are like but you don't match a single one." That peaked your interest, wanting to know the tales of humans, told by nagas

With a tilt of your head you give kirishima a wondering look, insinuating you want to know more

"They all say humans are vicious and attacked others brutally, even their own kind. Stories of powerful weapons and slaughter for the purpose of stealing away homelands...

You could tell his mind was starting to wander off topic, his sentence trailing off

"What's- why... umm, your legs. Why is the skin on your legs a different color than the rest of you?"

He was referring to your pants. Apparently he thought your clothing was a part of you, your skin to be exact.

"That isn't skin dumbass. It's not even attached to them. look-"

Bakugou pulled you to rest against his coiled tail, and tugged off your pants in one quick motion

You yelped at the suddenness, cold air now brushing against your skin

Ok so, I've got writer's block. This has been sitting in my drafts and I can't think of anything else to add to this so I'm just posting it.

MASTERLIST

[bepisbee]

ive seen a lot of four forge blacksmith stuff so heres a silly little thingy

shadows part dragon (and lives) (i am not a blacksmith and have limited knowledge so if i’m wrong please don't hate me pretend its magic idk) they/them for four as a four because they’re a group but not meant to be a system dynamic, it's more magic like gem fusion and they’re all like there. vidow romantic, the other colors are qpp with shadow.

They worked a little better fused, when in the forge. Of course everyone had to be in agreement to do so. It was one of those days. The colors shone through Four’s eyes in rainbow coloring as they sat a metal shape over roasting coals. A large protective apron sat over their undershirt and heavy duty gloves to protect their hands. Their friend and partial platonic partner stood across from them. While Four was sweating from the heat, they glanced up concerned that Shadow seemed unfazed. Was it all the time on death mountain? Shadow watched them aptly as they distractedly pulled the metal with tongs and dropped it. It fell quickly towards their boots. Shadow reacted immediately.

With his bare hands, he caught the hot metal dagger. One fourth of them froze in realization of some very important facts they never shared. Also the only part that noticed how Shadow’s palm turned into black scales where the metal touched. All the rest of them began panicking about it. They spoke at the same time making gibberish out. Shadow placed the metal down gently.

“Hey, hey, It’s fine.” he raised his hands up, one still scaled. “I’m fine.” as he blinked his eyes were more slit than normal pupils. It made Four fall apart.

“Oof!”

“Shit-sorry you alright?”

“ohmygods.”

“...oops.”

Shadow looked between them as Blue helped up Green who he’d accidentally knocked over. Red was staring open mouthed, and Vio was looking between him and the group looking sheepish.

“Ha… Uhm. Surprise?” Vio tugged awkwardly at his sleeve. “Sorry, I didn’t really think to mention…”

As he spoke Blue came up and inspected Shadow’s scaled hand, turning it over and gently running his thumb across where he’d held the metal.

“Huh.”

“Y-yeah. I didn’t really wanna weird y’all out.” Shadow excuses. Really he was self conscious about being part literal monster. “Sorry I scared ya.” Blue seemed satisfied he was ok and let him go.

“Don’t do that again.” 

“Wait- “ Green stared pointedly at Vio. “You knew??”

“Of course I knew,” he scoffs. “We lived in a volcano, Green.” he rolled his eyes. “Shadow being extra and running his damn hands through lava falls to show off was a regular occurance.”

“You say that like it didn’t work,” Shadow cocked a hip with his arms crossed. “You treated me like an experiment to dissect.” Despite the wording, he was obviously infatuated with the idea. “You wanna know everything~” Vio turned red.

“Oh shut up.”

“You have a notebook that contains an imprint of my teeth.”

“You do??” Red perked up. “Can I see? Shadow won’t let me! He said they were too sharp.”

“Because you’ll hurt yourself! And then Blue would beat me up!”

“Damn right I would.”

“Okay,” Green took off their apron and hung it up with the gloves. “I think this calls for a break.” 

Red began following them back into the house, badgering Shadow with questions. “Are your claws actually talons? Do you have a tail? Wings?? Can I touch them?”

Vio smirks, he’s also given their partner the third degree about his body. Positively of course.

“Sort of, not the kind you’re thinking of, but you can touch it, and no wings.” Shadow grins his sharp predator teeth. “Ow!” Vio smacks his arm.

“Really??” he reprimanded. Shadow just laughed. They sat in their kitchen letting Blue make the tea. Shadow offered his hands palm up for them on the table. His arms and hands shifted into shiny black scales, some of them with a violet shine in the light. His red eyes slitted, although still pretty big pupils considering his company.

“Watch the nails, very sharp.”

Red and Green inspected him. Vio watched in amusement. This was going to take awhile.

BONUS

Vio held Shadow’s clawed hands in awe. “That really was nothing to you?” The shiny black scales were smooth as he felt them.

“Haha yeah, cool right?”

“Is it just your hands?” Vio looked him over like he wanted to devour him. Shadow was about to learn just how much Vio and curiosity really fell together as the same word.

“Oh no, I can make my whole body do that!”

“Can I see? How does it work? Does it hurt? Can you feel this?” Vio ran his hand across his arm. The shiver answered that question. “Do you feel warmth at all? Does cold bother you?? Are you warmer inside than Hylians?” He put a wrist on Shadow’s forehead. “Woah, you are. huh. woah!” Shadow’s pupils blew wide at the contact. “That was cool!” He cupped his face to look closer and Shadow’s cheeks flushed. He honestly thought Vio was going to kiss him; he was so close. “Is that why you have sharp teeth? Do you eat more meat? I haven’t been around you to eat yet… Are you planning on eating me??” He let go.

“Haha calm down, I wouldn't eat you. No matter how good you might taste.” The joke went right over the poor boy’s head. “I’ll answer you but one at a time alright?” He offered his hand. “Come on, let’s get inside first.” Vio took it gratefully. They didn’t let go even after returning home.

[dp-marvel94]

Seafoam Sky -Chapter 2

Summary: Danny has dreamed of glowing lights for as long as he can remember. When he almost dies pursuing them, an unknown powerful entity saves him. Now the entity is calling him too, though Danny can’t tell if it’s for good or for ill. He hopes the memories and dreams of being lovingly cradled under the stars are real. But with his parents’ stories about wind spirits that lure mer to the surface and steal their souls… how can he trust his mysterious savior?

Word Count: 6,603

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The next morning, Danny arrived early at Tucker’s house. The note and his… the feather sequestered safely in his bag, over his shoulder. Waking up, he’d half-thought all of it had been a dream. But that parchment still hung above his hammock. 

He had dug through his chest, hoping, praying that the thing wouldn’t be there… and that it still was. His fingers meet alienly familiar softness. Relief and dread warred in his gut. That damned feather….

Now, both mer-boys sat in Tucker’s room in silence, anxiously waiting for Sam to arrive. 

The purple-tail stormed in, frothy and violent as tempest-tossed waves. “You said we’d talk later.” Hands on her hips, her tail lashed. “Talk.”

Danny swallowed. “Alright. I guess…. So first… uh…” He talked, the words heavy and difficult. They fought, his mind struggling to put sound to what he’d seen, what he’d experienced….

“I…I think I died. Or I almost died. But… something saved me….” The lights, the sound, the… size. “It was huge. Bigger than….” His eyes wide, mouth dry. “Bigger than the sky. It blotted out the surface. All I could see was the feathers.”

“What are feathers?” Tucker asked, arms wrapped around his chest.

Carefully, Danny pulled the feather out of his bag. “This.” 

Hesitantly, Sam took the object, turning it this way and that. Her eyes widened. “The white things around you when you re-appeared…. It was these. But…” She turned to him. “How do you have this?”

“I found it after you guys left…” Danny hesitated.  “in my shirt.” 

Both friends’ brows wrinkled, confused, skeptical. Sam opened her mouth, question visible on her lips. 

But Danny hurried on. “The….” creature was the wrong word. Too lowly, too… demeaning. “The entity spoke to me. It…” Also wrong, his heart knew. “He said he could save me, wanted to save me. So I said yes and-”

“You said yes?!” Tucker practically yelled, then winced at the volume, quieting. “To the monster, wind spirit thing.”

Danny shrunk back. “Yes. I… I didn’t want to die. And…” The memory of great wings tenderly embracing him in warmth and safety. His traitorous heart throbbed. “He did save me. He brought me back to you guys and I’m fine. Everything’s fine.” 

But was it? Finding the feather in his shirt. The hauntingly beautiful, disturbingly real dream. Waking up with his tail aching, every flutter of his gills feeling wrong. The recurrent itch between his shoulder blades. 

Just then, he jolted, shoulders rolling. The phantom weight of limbs on his back, water-logged feathers…. Danny braced his hands on his lap as joy leapt. His wings were alright. They were still there.

Then his mind revolted. Dread, a terrible sense of wrongness, screamed to be heard.

Sam’s steadying hand appeared on his arm. “What is it?” 

Danny turned his head, meeting her eyes. They were wide with concern, almost… scared. He swallowed, throat thick like it was suddenly blocked by stones. How could he explain any of this? The ghostly wings. The feather that couldn’t be, that definitely was his. The note…

“The feather wasn’t the only thing.” Shakily, Danny pulled out the note. “I found this after I woke up.”

He passed it to Tucker. The red-capped mer took it, pinching it between his fingers as if it was diseased. But slowly, tensely he began to read aloud.

Slowly, the knot of tension inside the blue-tailed mer loosened. He uncurled, muscles relaxing with every soothing syllable. 

Yet at the same time…. his friends’ faces grew more pale, more disturbed. As soon as he finished reading, Tucker dropped the piece of parchment, shoving it away as violently as a bloody bandage. “That’s so creepy! What the hell!”

Sam’s eyes blazed with fury. “What does that… that monster think it is?”

Danny’s burgeoning smile dissolved. “Not a monster.” He muttered into his tail, curling in on himself again. 

“It’s some kind of creepy wind spirit thing, that ‘saved you’” Tucker quoted with his fingers, the sarcasm so strong it was palpable. “And got possessive.”

“You don’t know he’s a wind spirit.” Danny crossed his arms.

“You heard what your dad said.” Sam argued. “They lure you with their songs and blind you.” 

“We saw!” His other friend waved his hands. “When you re-appeared. There was the light and the singing.” Frantically, he pointed at the crumpled note. “Now it’s trying to lure you to the surface and steal your soul!”

The blue-tail shook his head, gritting his teeth. “That’s ridiculous. The Spirit doesn’t want to steal my soul.”

“Then why did it save you?” Sam asked pointedly.

The question knocked the breath from Danny’s body. “I… I don’t…”

The purple-tail crossed her arms pointedly. “No one does things for free. Not out of the goodness of their heart. It wants something.”

The previous lightness, the confidence drained, as if it was blood dripping from a wound. “No, you’re wrong. It… he doesn’t…” Danny tried to argue, not even believing his own words. 

But his stomach churned, sour bile rising in his throat. The Voice had mentioned a price, a sacrifice, something surrendered. And…terror clawed at his throat. He didn’t know what that price was. He hadn’t even bothered to ask. It could be anything. Even his soul….

His friends must have read the fear on his face, each’s expression softening.

“You’re going to be okay, Danny.” Sam took his hand, gripping it reassuringly. “We’ll figure something out.”

“We’ve got you, dude.” Tucker offered a smile, wrapping an arm around him. “And hey, the good thing is, it looks like the thing can’t just drag you to the surface itself. It somehow left that note in your room but it didn’t mess with you at all.” 

“Yeah.” The mer-girl nodded eagerly. “It sounds like it wants to lure you into going by yourself. So if you stay away from the surface, you should be fine.”

“The surface is dangerous anyway!” The yellow-tail cut in. “You’ll turn into sea foam. Maybe that’s what it wants. You go up there, die and turn into seafoam, and it steals your soul after.”

“Tucker!” Sam reprimanded as Danny grimaced, the grizzly imagining flashing through his head. 

“That would be… be horrible.” The blue-tail shivered.

Still, his friends on either side of him offered comfort. “That’s not going to happen. You’re going to stay down here, where it’s safe.” Sam said.

Danny nodded. But still…. A part of him doubted, a part of him dared to hope. The feeling of safety, the tender embrace, the words of affection… those couldn’t all be fake, right? They felt too real. They couldn’t be a trick. He desperately didn’t want them to be a trick….

“Let’s just be grateful you’re okay.” Tucker hugged him, Sam joining 

The mer-boy shakily reciprocated. His insides warred.

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The stars shone above, his Abba’s wings around him. Familiar red eyes, a scar over one met his and softened. And the other’s Voice…. Grand and sweeping, the wind over the sea. But at the same time… close and tender. 

“Look here, child. Up.” A hand guiding his chin. “That is the North Star, Polaris.” A blue finger pointing. “And this one-”

Darkness surged in. Thunder, the crashing of waves drown out the words. Clawed vacuum ripped him away. 

Danny’s back hit something hard. He couldn’t see. Blackness stole the light. The boy flailed, wings melting away. His scales pricked as they returned but… dry. No water. His skin itched. 

His heart pounded. What happened? Where was his A-

A blinking flash. Light flooded the world and his soul flooded with hope.

His rescuer loomed above, sky-wide wings blocking the stars. But…

A twisting sense of wrong. Luminous feathers didn’t shine; they burned. The fire licked at Danny’s body.

The boy screamed, reaching up. “Help me!”

Pain! A thousand needles through his skin. His flank jerked violently, the crunch of bones breaking.

“Help!” A choked cry. 

Sound swirled, great and terrible. Loud enough to crack the very stone under him. 

Another crunch, a fizzling pop. His fingers…. He couldn’t feel them. Eyes jerked to the side. Horror. His… his hand was gone, tiny white bubbles in their place.

Sea foam. He was turning into sea foam.

“Please!” Danny panted, body trembling.

But the foam ate him away. He screamed, he cried. But a million eyes turned away from him, uncaring.  

He was really dying. Popping, hissing, fizzing. Agony ripping through his muscles. His arms, his shoulders. His dorsal fin, his flank, his hips… All quickly dissolved. Gone in a flash.

One last plea. One cry. For water, for life, for rescue. 

But the being… it ignored him. The Voice of the wind did not save. It condemned. 

Danny’s body fizzled away and his soul burned.

The mer-boy jerked awake, falling out of his hammock. Heavily, he hit the smooth stone. A surge of panic. His eyes popped open.

“Oh.” Tension eased; it was just a dream.

His heart twisted. He was safe, in his room. Not on the surface, not burning up, not fizzing away. It was just a dream. But… the uncaring eyes, the cruel voice. Hurt and betrayal flickered.

Angrily, Danny pushed himself off the floor. “What do you want from me?” He harshly whispered at the ceiling. “You know what? I don’t care.” Eyes narrowed and scowling, he stormed across the room. 

Tearing open his bag, he pulled out the glowing letter. “I don’t care. I’m not falling for it.” Violently, he ripped the paper. “Whatever cruel trick this is..” In half…. “Making me think I was safe…” In fourths. “That you… you cared…” His voice quivered, with anger, hurt. 

Danny shook his head violently. “I’m not falling for it.” Agonizing tearing sounds cut through the water. “You can’t… You can’t trick me.”

It should have been satisfying, cathartic. But… Danny’s hands shook as he released the ravaged remains. He stared down, watching the pieces’ glow flicker and die. It felt like not the letter but his heart had been the thing shredded. 

The boy crawled back into his hammock. His aching chest drawn to the bend in his tail, the darkness swallowed him. 

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Things would go on as normal, Danny told himself in the morning. He would go to school, hang out with his friends, annoy his older sister. His parents would rant about wind spirits, which didn’t exist, and he would roll his eyes. And he wouldn’t think about what happened.

He wouldn’t think about the stars above, the glowing feathers, or the Voice of a parent who actually loved-

No.

Danny violently shoved the thought away. No. He was not going to think about those things. He wouldn’t fall for a stupid trap. Everything would be normal. He’d go on as usual and everything would be fine.

With forced confidence, the mer-boy straightened. He swam out of his room and down the shaft, into the lower part of their dwelling. 

This morning, his parents hovered over the table, fiddling with a collection of shiny and oddly shaped rocks. “Lure… conduit?.... spirit….” Nonsensical mutters occupied the two. 

His heart sank. “Good morning.” Danny greeted, trying to force the confidence back on his face.

But no reply came. And this time…. The boy barely managed the resolve to be annoyed. His parents completely ignored him, of course. Like they always did. 

With a roll of his eyes, Danny swam to the pantry. He opened it, brow furrowing. What to eat for breakfast…

For several moments, he shuffled around the cabinet, picking up and inspecting different objects. Half-crusted shells, twisted pieces of metal, random rocks and crystals – all objects of his parents’ study and experimentation – sat inside, among the jars and baskets holding their food. Danny poked a suspicious glob of slime. That definitely should not be near anything edible.

A tingle started in his fingers, swirling up through his hand. His nose wrinkled, shaking the slime away. Great, now it was doing something weird to his hand.

The feeling spread and intensified, an odd warmth mixed with the feeling of a limb falling asleep. Annoyance rising into fear, he reached for the jar of scrubbing sand on the counter. He had to get this slim off him. Now!

The water stirred suddenly and Danny looked to the side. It was his sister! Back from her trip last night; he’d completely forgotten. He reached out, wide eyes pleading for her help.

But Jazz’s gaze flitted over the room, unseeing of his distress. “Did Danny leave already? He wasn’t in his room.”

The mer-boy’s heart dropped. “Jazz! I’m right… here?” His voice lowered, the pins and needles in his body forgotten. His voice… something was wrong, an eerie echo he could almost place. 

His sister didn’t acknowledge the sound. Instead, she crossed her arms, scowling at their parents. “Mom? Dad? Didn’t you hear me? Where’s Danny?”

Danny opened his mouth, struggling to try again. Distantly, the tingling gave way to nothingness. The jar of sand dropped through his fingers.

The other three mers startled at the noise, his parents dropping their instruments while Jazz flinched back. 

Solidity rushed back, his limbs more present than ever. Numbly, he stared at the shattered container.

His sister’s eyes flitted to him. “Danny? How did you get there?” She shook her head. “Are you ready for school? We need to get going.”

Danny’s head jerked up, mouth opened dumbly. “I haven’t even eaten yet.” Of all the things to say…

“We’ll get food on the way.” Jazz practically dragged him out the door. 

“Aren’t you going to clean that up?” Their mother called sternly after, only to be ignored.

Almost as soon as they were passed the threshold, the questions started. “Mom and Dad said they had to carry you back from the ravine unconscious on Saturday. What happened?”

The boy winced, mind still spinning. “It was nothing, just swam a little too deep.”

“Swam a little too deep? Come on, you know better than…”

His sister poked and prodded. She hovered and worried…. And she complained. 

“Our parents found some weird shiny rocks near where they found you. And now they’re convinced a wind spirit almost got you.” The tip of her teal flank flickered with annoyance. “They’re more worried about the imaginary monster than the actual real rapid shark that chased you down there. I can’t believe them…”

This was familiar, almost comfortable, Jazz complaining about their parents. Part of him wanted to join her, agreeing. It had barely been a day and they’d already forgotten about him almost dying, fixating on their obsession with spirits. 

But at the same time… his heart pounded uneasily. Those glowing wings, the alluring voice. A wind spirit had saved him. No, not saved. It had bargained, tricked him. It wanted to trap him. But… doubt stabbed him. What if his friends were wrong-

“Danny, are you alright? You suddenly got quiet.”

The boy shook his head, dismissing the thought. “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” His sister’s eyes shone with concern.

He could tell her. About all this confusion, whatever just happened in the kitchen, feeling torn in two. A wind spirit had saved him, or it was trying to kill him. She could help. But…

Annoyance at himself flared at the idea. Yeah sure, he could tell her that wind spirits, the things their crazy parents had been obsessing over since before they were born, were real. She wouldn’t believe him, not his overly practical sister. Or worse… she’d tell his parents about his ‘delusion’ and he'd never hear the end of it from them. 

No. He couldn’t tell her. He wouldn’t.

“Yeah. I’m sure.” Danny forced a smile, swimming on. 

“Alright.” After some distance, Jazz seemed to believe him. She continued to talk, conversation moving onto other things. They stopped for sandwiches from Nasty Barnacle and Danny barely listened. 

But his mind spun. This morning… the weird tingling after touching that slime. The distant, far away feeling of his limbs. The jar had fallen through his fingers as if... they were incapable of holding on. Somehow Jazz hadn’t seen him. He’d just been floating in front of the cabinet, nothing blocking the view of him. When he’d tried to talk, the words didn’t come out right. His voice had echoed oddly, almost… musical. Like-

Phantom wings twitched. Danny closed his eyes, forcing the feeling down. 

No. It was nothing. Just his parents’ weird slime. It made his fingers numb, made him lose hold of the jar. And… Jazz was just distracted. She was tired after getting home last. This wasn’t… this had nothing to do with… that, with Him. 

It was fine. Everything was fine.

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Danny sprinted through the rocky cavern system where the mers held their school.

“Come back here, Fen-slug!” Dash yelled after him. “You can’t get out of your daily beating just ‘cause a ‘wind spirit’ tried to off you!”

Danny grit his teeth. Great. His parents had apparently told the whole town.

He darted around a corner. Shot! A dead end. Maybe he could squeeze between the rocks and hide while Dash ran past.

“Fenturd!” The bully roared. 

A familiar tingling warmth swelling in his chest, the boy packed himself between the rocks. He held his breath, watching out of the corner of his eye. Please let Dash keep going.

Shit.

“You’re hiding like a sissy.” The bigger mer turned into the corridor. His eyes flitted over the rocks, landing on Danny’s hiding spot.

The blue-tail tensed, sure he’d been caught. 

But his bully’s mouth opened dumbly. “I was sure I saw him coming this way.” He turned, storming off. “That turd!”

For a long moment, Danny remained frozen, listening to Dash’s retreat. Finally he let out a breath. 

Or… he tried to. The impulse came, his mind telling him to exhale. But the sensation didn’t follow, no comforting flutter of water through his gills. 

Panic rose, pounding his heart. Except it wasn’t pounding. His hands should be shaking. But…

The immaterial idea of raising a hand to his face. Nothing. There was nothing. His hand was gone, dissolved. Like his nightmare… 

Wait. No. That wasn’t… He was still here, still aware so he couldn’t have dissolved.

The water swirling around him, through him. His limbs were distant, unfeeling. More of an idea than a thing. Like he would break apart without focus. Like a stray thought would distract and….

But he was here. He was still here. He ebbed and flowed gently, with the current flowing through the cavern. Every molecule of water touched every molecule of him. 

The fear calmed slowly into something serene. He spread ever so slightly, feeling the rocks in this little section of the cave. Every imperfection and crack and the tiny spaces between them. 

Then, with something like a breath, Danny coalesced. The impression of his hand swelled into being, his almost- imaginary fingers flexing. 

The water wavered. It shimmered, distorted like the transparent top of a jellyfish. Sparkingly like sunlight through clear water.

Danny lifted the impression of his other hand. The same image wavered into focus. And slowly… 

His head, his torso, his tail. Distant particles converged, the outline of his re-becoming form shimmering in the water. 

A few more fluttering breaths, each other more solid, more real. Finally, his body reappeared.

For a long time, Danny stared down at his own body. He had started to come apart. The parts of his separating, drifting away. And yet… he hadn’t died. He’d become immaterial. Incorporeal. Transparent. See-through. Invisible. Like…

The wind, blowing above the ocean. The Spirit of the wind and stars. His Abba. 

No. The boy sternly rejected the word. No. No. No. Nope. Not happening. He wasn’t going there.

Whatever that was…. It wasn’t that. He wasn’t a… wasn’t a spirit. He wasn’t like that thing. He wasn’t like Him. 

Even as the thought of being like his rescuer made his heart sing-

No. This was just more weirdness. Weirdness would go away. It would. It had to. 

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“Ah, Mr. Fenton, you finally made it.” Danny’s literature teacher, Mr. Lancer, greeted frostily, voice tinged with annoyance. 

With his head fixed down, the boy drifted to his seat. 

Sam and Tucker on either side of him fixed him with odd, concerned looks. Danny ignored them, shoulders rising. 

It was fine. Everything was fine. 

The lecture his entrance had interrupted continued and the boy pulled out his slate and pencil. He bit his lip, focused on the writing material. He’d just focus on the lesson, not think about-

“Are you okay?” His yellow-tailed friend whispered to him. 

Danny’s grip on his pencil tightened. Apparently, his friends were not to be ignored. 

“Fine.” He muttered, offering a quick glimpse out of the corner of his eye. 

Still, his fingers shook slightly, a suspicious tingling entering. Oh no.

“Are you sure?” Sam poked from the other side.

His fingers wavered, airy and indistinct. They wafted out of solidity…

“I’m fine.” The boy hissed. 

And his pencil fell through his fingers, plopping to the floor.

Mr. Lancer paused, glaring daggers at Danny. “Is there a problem Mr Fenton? Ms. Manson? Mr. Foley?”

“No, sir.” The blue-tail shrunk back, shoving his incorporeal hand behind his back.

“Good. Then let’s reserve extra curricular conversation for after school.”

Obediently, Danny nodded. The teacher turned away, returning to the lesson.

The boy couldn’t help but release a breath as his hand returned to existence. After class though…

“Wait up, Danny! What happened before Lancer’s class?” Sam called after him. 

“Yeah. Where were you?” Tucker added. 

“Nothing. Just Dash.” The blue-tail stuffed his things in his bag. He chuckled sheepishly. “Gotta go. Grounded and all. Mom and Dad will freak if I’m late.”

He practically sprinted out of the room. 

He was a coward. He couldn’t talk to Sam and Tucker. He couldn’t. Not when he was cursed, a freak slowly turning into… something. 

He didn’t want to think about it. He couldn’t face it. He couldn’t. But… 

No. This was too much to push on his friends. They wouldn't understand. He couldn’t explain it to them, make them deal with it. 

He couldn’t do this.

“Hey!” 

Danny ignored the cry. He couldn’t.

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The wind streamed around Danny. Above and below. Within and without. It ruffled his hair, bolstering him higher.

“Wooh!” A shout of joy. 

He twirled and spun. Light as the air around him. Free.

Higher! Muscles in his back twitched and flexed. He rose. 

Up and up. Farther. Higher. The stars grew closer and closer, brighter. 

A stray cloud drifted across, moonlight streaming through it. Danny turned, flipping on his back. He lifted his hands, laughing as they glided through the cool, misty wetness. 

With another laugh, the boy righted himself. He hovered, full moon hung majestically in front of him. He bobbed in the air, its currents swirling around him. Long white feathers fluttered at the edge of his vision.

Danny just took it all in for a long moment. The silver light stroked his skin, the embrace of a loving parent. A warm contentment enveloped his heart. He’d never seen anything more incredible than this. 

For the second night in a row, Danny awoke to darkness. He blinked once, twice, eyes adjusting to the dim light. Well, he hadn’t fallen out of his hammock this time….

The boy sighed, pressing his cheek in the fabric. Back to sleep…

Wait. His half-lidded eyes fluttered open. There was a dim light, a soft glow coming from somewhere near. Out the corner of his eye…. soft, glowing filaments brushed his cheek. Tentatively, he reached up and grasped the… feather. It was a black feather, at the edge of his hairline near his ear.

With a definitive yank, Danny plucked it and- “Ow.” He hissed, the feather coming away with a sharp stab of pain. 

Bringing it in front of his face, he stared at the culprit, eyes narrowed. Slowly, the feather’s blue light sputtered. It faded and died with a flicker, leaving the black fluff invisible in the darkness.

Danny could still feel it though, the delicate softness under his fingers. But even that changed. It fizzled and popped, a wet electric tingle. A smell like ozone, a storm over the sea, and the feather was gone.

The boy flopped his head down, staring at the ceiling. Well, he was definitely growing feathers now. Great. And now that he was paying attention…

On his back, his shoulders, the nabe of his neck… tiny feathers prickled, brushing against the fabric. Those in his hair gently swayed with the water, casting soft light.

Danny held his breath, wishing, hoping, praying them away. Slowly, the electric fizzle returned, the feathers disappearing. The boy sighed with relief. But at the same time… a stab of disappointment, like he’d lost something precious.

With a groan, Danny buried his face in the fabric of his hammock.

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In the morning, Danny ignored the weird feather episode. He ignored his parents’ loud hypothesizing at the breakfast table. He ignored his sister’s rebuking of the adults. He tried to ignore everything but…

His hand tingled, going transparent. His spoon fell through, clattering to the floor. He fought back a groan but… it wouldn’t have mattered, not with the other three so focused on their argument.

With a huff, Danny left for school. He swam the familiar path, the same as any other day. And yet… everything felt different, his mind distant, his body far away. 

His bag dropped from his back and he nearly ran into a wall. Or rather… the boy pulled up short, his tail…. What should have been his tail…  phasing into the rock. Startled, he jerked away and a second later the misty limb popped back into solidity. 

Dread dropped in his stomach. He couldn’t keep doing this. He needed to get it together.

Danny swam back to retrieve his bag. He picked it up, gripping it with white knuckles.

At school, the boy swam through the halls as stiff as a board. His muscles tensed, as if he could will them to stay present. If only it was that easy…

Five minutes into his first class, his pencil dropped through his fingers again. And as the day continued…. His backpack between classes, his sandwich at lunch, all the balls during gym. 

Danny could keep hold of nothing. 

His body trembled slightly, every part shaking as if his very molecules longed to come apart, to unravel and fly away. As the day progressed, his eyes swam, struggling more and more to focus. Out the corner of his vision….

Something many limbed and white-blue bobbed. 

Confused, alarmed, Danny’s head snapped to the side to find… nothing. Just the wall, the seat beside him and… the boy winced… Tucker looked at him with furrowed brow. 

“Sorry.” He winced sheepishly, rubbing his forehead. “Getting a headache.”

That was true at least. His head hurt, a dull ache behind his temple. It was making his ears ring. 

He tried to focus back on the lecture but the droning words failed to perforate his watery brain. They vibrated, deep and reverberating. He can’t understand a word.

The hairs on the back of his neck prickled, a growing sense of wrongness. No, this wasn’t right. 

In front of him, Paulina raised her hand. The teacher pointed at her and nodded. The mer-girl spoke, her voice as musical as ever, but… it shook his bones. Not the mer speech he was used to, that he’d heard his entire life but…

The bell rang out, signaling the end of the school day. Voices rose, a flurry of activity as students packed up their things. The teacher shouted over the cacophony of noise. 

Danny cried out, covering his ears. But the sound still rang in his head, loud and deep. Like… like the bellowing of far away whale songs. 

Sam and Tucker appeared in front of him, eyes increasingly wide and mouths open. They were talking but… the watery crash of distant glaciers breaking stabbed at his ears. Danny wanted to scream, wanted to cry. He couldn’t understand and-

“-ny? You with us, man? Danny?” Like a film popping over his mind, the words shifted into clarity.

The mer-boy blinked. “Yeah. Yeah. I’m fine. I’m-” Rapidly, he pushed himself up. “I…I need to go.”

Again he swam away, the rest of the day spent hiding in his room. He really was a coward.

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The clouds, fluffy and white, drifted through the bright blue sky. Slow and leisurely, Danny flew among them. He approached, parting the curtain of mist. The droplets dusted his skin. 

A strong flap and he rose above. Another orb of light in front of him. Instead of silver like the moon… it was golden. Soft yellow rays kissed his smiling face. 

His wings titled, up and then swinging down. He swept down to roll on his back. His feathers wrapped around him, as stable and comfy as his own hammock. Eyes closing, he bathed in the sunlight. 

Danny’s heart beat, slow and serene. He was safe, at peace. 

Wind gently picked up, ruffling his feathers, swirling around. It whistled, hummed, sang. 

Safety and warm. The light on his face…

Danny awoke to light on his face. Morning already? His eyes squinted. No, not morning.

Something branching and feathery hung over him, filling his vision. His breath caught, joy and fear clashing. It was Him. The Voice. His Abba-

Wait. No, this wasn’t some eldritch spirit. It was a luminescent creature, one of the ones he saw in the ravine. Dozens of feathered limbs sprouted from its center. They undulated, waving gently in an unseen current. 

Hesitant, Danny reached up. To bat it away? To draw it closer? He didn’t know which. But the creature reached back. Its white-blue appendages, surprisingly solid and textured,  gently wrapped around his fingers. Its light flickered, changing color. And so did Danny.

His eyes widened, spots on his skin lighting up. They shifted, from white-blue to golden yellow and back. He stared, awed and anxious.

Airy, warm pins and needles sparked at the tip of his tail, in his fingers. No. Not again. 

The creature squeezed his fingers gently, comfortingly. 

No. Not again. He couldn’t-

A hum, like a lullaby, sounded, swirling deep in his chest.

Danny fell back to sleep.

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“You’re still here. Great…” The mer-boy grumbled in the morning. 

Danny dressed and packed his bag, the creature hovered behind him silently. Now in the light he could see it more clearly. It had no discernible face, just a mouth barely visible in its center. Almost like some kind of starfish, though it sported far too many arms.

“So I’m going to go to school and you’re not gonna be here when I get back.” The boy fixed harsh eyes on the thing, trying to reprimand but... “Hey! What are you-” 

He expected it to be hard and rough. But… “Huh.” Though it was solid, the texture was smooth, almost like the skin of a sea cow. Somehow, it nuzzled into his neck. “Oh no you don’t.” The still lingering anxiety melted into annoyance; it was hard to be scared of something rumbling softly… and admittedly adorably right next to his ear. 

The creature’s dim glow flickered. Danny’s own spots appeared, casting soft light. “And now I’m glowing again. Wonderful.” That familiar tingling sensation sparked, the white hair at the edge of his vision starting to blur.

Danny gritted his teeth, grabbing the animal’s center. “No, we’re not doing this.” He pulled, at first gently. “I’m not disappearing again.” 

It didn’t budge. Danny pulled harder. “Come on.” His grip tightened. “Let go.” A hard yank. The rumbling cut off, replaced with a hurt whimper. The feathery limbs disentangled. “There!” 

The mer-boy flung the creature and bolted, slamming the door behind him.

“Danny! What have I said about not slamming doors?!” His mom yelled from the lower level. 

He breathed out, relieved. That should keep it- 

“Ah!” He turned around. The stupid creature floated in front of the door, somehow having escaped. 

“And why are we yelling?” Danny could practically feel the woman storming up the connecting corridor. She arrived to the top, fists balled on her waist. 

His eyes, wide and anxious, flitted from the floating creature to the woman. 

“Well?” His mother raised a brow. 

She couldn’t see it… 

The boy smiled sheepishly. “Uh. Sorry. I thought I saw a box jelly. But it’s gone now.”

Her expression smoothly slightly, sternness fading. “Jack! Jellies are getting in the house again!” She shouted.

“On it! I’ll get the Fenton Jellyfish Juicer. They won’t know what hit ‘em!” His dad boasted proudly.

The other adults turned back to him. “Don’t slam the door next time, sweetie. You could break the hinges.” She turned and swept back down the stairs, already joining the loud conversation of their violent plans to capture innocent jellies.

Danny winced. Then, he turned back to the glowing animal. “She couldn’t see you…” His brow furrowed, an idea tickling his brain. The invisibility, the glowing…. 

Was this a wind spirit? One of His minions? It didn’t look like a creature of the world above. But then again…

The boy looked at his own hands. The memory of tiny sprouting feathers. His dreams of the stars and the sky. He didn’t look like a creature of the world above and yet…

Danny shook his head. What was he even thinking about? This was all crazy. 

He huffed, turning and ignoring the animal. He darted off, towards the kitchen. The water quivered behind him with movement. Long, leathery appendages wrapped around his arm.

Sigh. This was going to be a long day.

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The creature followed Danny, clinging to him all day. He’d given up trying to shake it off at the swim to school, determined to not look any crazier than he already appeared.

The boy made it to his first class without incident. Avoiding his friends’ attention and Dash’s bullying, he was as invisible as ever, though luckily not literally. And as he suspected… no one could see the creature except him. Their eyes flitted right over it, over him like always. At least no one was staring, not like yesterday when he was dropping things every five minutes. That was… odd actually.

Yesterday, his body kept trying to disappear, mind and muscles straining to stay present. But now… the warm tingle swirled in his chest, just below the surface and stronger than ever. And yet, it didn’t spread. 

He eyed the creature suspiciously. Was that its doing? Why? How? And-

“-ny? Danny? Daniel?” Someone was calling his name. “Mr. Fenton?”

The boy blinked. “What?”

The teacher held up and waved around a spiral shell, white with orange red stripes and about the size of her hand. “Danny, I was asking you a question. What type of creature is this from and what are some of their close relatives?”

“Oh. Umh.” Danny blushed, embarrassed. “I think that’s from a nautilus. And they’re related to….” He racked his brain. “I can’t remember. Sorry.”

His classmates snickered but the teacher made no comment. “Can someone help Danny out?”

A girl Danny didn’t remember the name of raised her hand. “They’re related to octopus, squid, and cuttlefish.”

“Very good. Can one tell me…”

The class continued and Danny subtly glared at his sticky companion. Why did it have to distract him? Still, it purred softly, oblivious to his ire. Again, the mer boy found himself fighting not to groan.

The day continued. Trying to pay attention to his teachers, trying to avoid bullies and concerned friends, trying to ignore the creature’s soft purring. How did it even purr anyway? He’d never heard a starfish make noise and the longer he looked, the more sure he was they were related. Still, it was almost cute, clinging on to him like this….

Maybe the creature was growing on him.

The animal rumbled pleasantly and Danny found the airy warmth in his chest answering. He barely registered the subtle buzzing sound. That is… until class ended.

He rose to leave, making it all the way to the courtyard before Sam and Tucker cornered him. 

“You’ve been avoiding us.” The purple-tailed mer crossed her arms. 

Guilt stabbed at the blue-tail’s heart at the words. He shouldn’t have been running from his friends but... 

“Yeah, Danny. I’ve been acting different since you showed us that creepy note.” Tucker eyed him, obviously worried. “What’s been happening?”

What had been happening… He didn’t understand it. It was weird, freaky, mind boggling, scary. But at the same time…

Danny shook his head, averting his eyes.

“Whatever it is, you can tell us.” Sam’s voice softened. “I know what happened at the ravine was freaky. And whatever’s happening now, you can tell us.” 

Could he though? How could he even hope to explain? What was happening to his body was impossible. It was terrifying. He should be scared out of his mind, begging them for help. But…

That flicker of joy that passed over him last night when he thought it was the Wind Spirit hanging over him. His mouth opened and closed, the words stuck. The dreams, memories of safety, warmth, love…. Each night they felt so close, so authentic, so real. And he was terrified that they were all those things. And more terrified that they weren’t.

“Come on. We can help you.” Tucker pleaded. “We’ll figure something out.”

Danny wanted to laugh. “Help me? You guys can't help me.” He actually did laugh, something dark and humorless. 

He failed to register his friends both going pale.

“I’m being brainwashed. Probably. Maybe. I have no idea.” He lifted his arms. “Maybe I’m dying. Or maybe the Spirit’s changing me into something like him. I’ve been sprouting feathers and glowing. There’s this feathery starfish thing that only I can see.” He waved frantically, dislodging the creature. “Oh! And I’ve been slowly disappearing.” His fingers started tingling, volume rising. “I dissolved completely, like I was just an idea. Like I didn’t exist anymore. Except I did! I came back. But I’m terrified that it’ll happen again and I wouldn’t be able to pull myself back together. I’ll just freaking disappear forever! And- ” He cut himself off. “What?”

Sam and Tucker had both flinched at his shout, jumping back. 

“What?” Danny repeated, lowering his arms.

The two stared, alarmed. “We can’t understand what you’re saying.” Tucker said quietly.

The blue-tail sighed. “I know it’s confusing but…” He heard it. His voice… something was wrong. “Is that…” A hand raised to his throat. “Is that me?” 

His voice… it echoed eerily, almost musically. Sweeping and airy. Like the wind above the sea. Like… like His.

This happened before, with Jazz and his parents. “No. Not again. Not now.” The warmth in his chest flared, spreading down his limbs.

“Danny! Your hands!” Sam pointed. 

His eyes jerked to his hands. They were fine- 

No. His fingers blurred, substance pulling apart. 

“No. No. No.” He strained, focused. “No. Go back! Solid.” His once hands ignored him, the dissolution spreading up his arm. The hair at the edge of his vision unfocused. “No!” 

His voice whistled, the angry gale of a thunderstorm. But still, he unraveled. His elbows to his shoulders, the tip of his tail to his hips.

Sam and Tucker both leapt forward, hesitance replaced with desperation. They grabbed for him but their fingers passed through as if he was water.

His insides turned out, his backpack falling through. His hair, his ears, his cheeks…. 

“Danny!” Sam and Tucker cried.

It all unwound. Danny dissolved.

[sketchfanda]

Kirishima’s Mystique: Panther Power

Somedays Kirishima wondered what sort of a past life did he live to be finding himself in situations like this. Now what's the context you might ask? Well look no further than the fact he was looking up at a massive panther woman standing outside his apartment door. A 7 to 12 foot plus statuesque stunner who was a full on sensual tower of power, her onyx ebony black fur highlighting muscles of such magnitude that she had to have been carved and sculpted right out of a mountain.

Her bright green cat eyes looking at him eagerly which left our sturdy hero nervously wondering if this is how canaries felt. Seeing those ears flutter and that tail wag as he took out his cellphone, seeing picture of what he'd been expecting his client to look like. A thicc and more than easy on the eyes exotic tomboy of a woman before looking back at the panther woman mountain who'd greeted him. This was definitely the address and he'd been told the matter he was here for was in regards to her quirk. Red eyes locked on the feline amazon as he finally found his voice.

Kirishima:"You uuh wouldn't happen to be Ms. Ellie would you?" *hoping he didn't sound too dumbfounded...and really hoping he wasn't pitching a tent. Women of many body shapes and sizes really turned him on, be they sexy shortstacks of statuesque stunners. Not to mention Ellie wasn't his first or the last furry sort of woman in his life, let alone feline. But I digress...*”You’re really different in your picture…”

Ellie:*her jade green eyes twinkling snd her ears fluttering as she gave a playful giggle. The fact her onyx furred muscular self was displayed thanks to her casual ensemble of a white thing and tube top didn’t help matters as she fished out and showed the same picture she’d emailed to the Fatgum Agency (see below).*”Oh You mean this? Yeah how and why I’m in my quirk form is the reason for that but that’s me alright and you must be the intern, come on in..” *The Panther woman playfully advised as she confirmed his query and brought him into her apartment. A sensual purr rumbling through her as she copped herself a stealth feel of Kirishima’s muscles and definitely liked what she was saw and felt that’s for damn sure.*

Ellie, American born Japanese Citizen, day job : salary woman, part time pro hero. Quirk: Kitty Hulk!! A transformstion quirk that can be activated at will, increasing her stamina, size, speed and strength with the natural abilities of a jungle cat on top of newfound muscle mass all in a feline package. This has seen rise up high within most rankings notto oe mention give her a sizeable fanbase. There is one particular aspect to this quirk of course that she has no control over…

Kirishima soon found himself in the living room of her apartment, usually a cozy and well furnished part of it, much moving around had been done to setup a sort of make-shift workout area. All manner of heavy dumbells, weight sets and training devices placed around as the sturdy himbo approved being a fitness enthusiast himself with a dedicated workout program routine all his own. Turning around to speak to the panther woman before he suddenly found his eyes bugging out and his jaw dropping and with good reason. The onxy furred feline stunner was stripping right then and there, her statuesque Amazon in form on full display in the nude as she stretched and flexed with the natural limber flexibility a cat possessed.

It made it impossible for chivalrous stud to look away and how could he when you had a giant panther woman suddenly warming up naked with a juicy bubbly furry booty and tits as big as her head? Among her other notable exotic physical qualities of course as those emerald jade green eyes looked at him with a gleaming twinkle of mischief. No doubt taking a little amusement at his awkwardness and picking up scents of the state of arousal she was causing within him from the moment he laid eyes on her at the door. Keeping his attention as she strutted with such feline grace that belied the size and thickness of her physique as she picked up a pair of dumbbells and began pumping iron.

Ellie:*a sensual blush and smile on her face as she performed her bicep curls, her reps making her muscles pump and flex in ways that called for him to touch them. Her slit gushing as it ran down along her thick fury thighs as they trailed down to start making a puddle on the floor, as if this sudden nude workout was akin to a wild female animal courting the attention of a virile male in mating season.* “See every once a while my body transforms against my will when my heat cycle kicks in, so I can’t change back until I’ve burnt off all my energy. So I need a nice, rough and hard fuck and you really came highly recommended. So what do you say handsome? Help a girl scratch her itch?”*The panther woman spoke ina sensual husky tone, licking her lips as her onyx furred Amazon form radiated erotic energy. Tail swaying sensually as she relished the feel of Kirishima’s eyes on her as his brain was no doubt flipping a few certain switches.*

Kirishima:*Now of course leave it to our Red Riot to be a bit on the speechless side and really who could blame him? After all a seven foot plus naked panther woman outright told him that she wanted him to fuck her. But of course it wasn't long before his libido kicked in and hijacked his brain to take control and let his instincts guide him, a determined expression forming on his face*"Ma'am yes ma'am!!"* Said with the convinction of a disciplined solider as he went forward towards the feline powerhouse as he knelt down, wrapping his arms around her powerful waist as he pressed his face to her slit.*

Ellie grinned as she found her hero for hire wasting no time in obliging her request to sate her heat induced lust, before she threw her back to let out a deep-throated purring moan. Sensual pleasure surging through her furred muscular work of art of a body as she felt him start eat her out, making out with her netherlips as his tongue probed away deep into her folds. His firm hands grasping and squeezing her meaty, bubbly asscheeks with massaging motions like he was kneading bread dough which really her spine tingle. All the while she continued her bicep curls as she pumped iron, making her tits bounce with a flex of her pecs as she looked forward to seeing how else the young intern might go about bringing her pleasure.

But of course it wasn't all take and no give on her part as she soon soon made her workout was part of her need to scratch her itch thanks to her favourite personal program recommended by the Pinnacle of Physique. A delightful little system they called Sexercise which Kirishima was more than intimately acquainted with of course, as the pair were soon both naked and pulling off quite a feat. A standing 69 as the spikey shark-teethed red-head held her upside down, her thick thighs squeezing as they wrapped around his head while he ate her out. While she herself was performing a deepthroating, powersuck blowjob, practically fucking her own face as she licked and sucked on his length and girth.

She couldn't help herself soon as Eijiro had gotten naked himself, the moment she laid eyes on that raging hard cock of his, she just knew she needed it bad. Her purring providing massaging vibrations to his shaft as her cat togue gave the most surreal sense of friction on that twitching, pulsing meat of his. The only drive besides the need to taste his seed being the primal urge to have him take this womb hammer and fuck her with the intent to breed. Going into heat seriously did a number on her rationality when it came to her libido but she wasn't the first animalistic heteromorph or the last to have that particular issue of course.

But I digress of course, as the sturdy himbo continued to lap away at Ellie’s oussy, drinking up the steady flow of her nectar. Hips pumping and thrusting into her eager mouth as she welcomed the delightful oral preview of what kind of action her pussy would be getting, her tail wagging sensually with delight as her more primitive portions of her brain came to recognise this stud as a more than capable and worthy alpha male. His heavy balls being massaged In her paw padded hands as she purred feeling the healthy load of baby batter contained within. Her womb practically pulsing with the need to have it flooded and filled with buns to cook in its warm oven.

A need that was soon being tended to as Ellie’s living room was now filled with the rhythm and music of the ancient dance between man and woman. The walls and ceiling filled with her yowling cries of sexual ecstasy and bliss mixed with the slapping of Herculean skin on furry Amazon skin as as the kitty hulk laid in the floor taking it like an erotic champion. Tits bouncing and clapping as her oh so obliging hero pumped and thrust away, hips nearly blurring as he flexed his muscles, massaging Ellie’s splendid furry washboard abs. Her claws gripping the floor as her stomach swelled from the distinct of pump of his jackhammering length and girth as he fucked her in missionary, before she found him hooking her powerful legs over his shoulders as he shifted a spread eagle to deepen he reach of his penetration.

Oh how she loved it, every single second of each inch of his shaft pounding away into the warm, wet embrace of her pussy, as his balls smacked and slapped her ass. Tongue dancing with his in a sloppy kiss as her Herculean fuck machine pinned her down in a mating press, asserting his dominance like the alpha male she just knew he would be. Her arousal only skyrocketing as she found herself hoisted up in a full nelson position that had her facing him, her tits pressed and rubbing up against his firm, strong chest as they made with a thirsty desire. Orgasms rocking her ebony furred frame as her Red Root alpha male carried her to her bedroom wherein they proceeded to really lay into each other with pornographic abandon.

Whether it was up against the walls or the window or just proceeding to utterly demolish the bed, they were relentless. The kitty hulk powerhouse getting more orgasms than could be counted in contrast with the few but splendid moments when he had his own, displaying his stamina and willpower, to say nothing of how long he was lasting before he applied his 1% boost trick from his quirk. And he damn well wasn’t shy about displaying his admiration for her body, her physique a muscular work of art enhanced by the animal magnetism, literally and figuratively enhanced by her quirks particularly natural charisma. His firm hands caressing and massaging her fur and muscles as if feeling the texture of a classical sculpture.

it only made the experience of their “workout” all the more a thrilling sensation, whether it was riding him cowgirl style, or grasping and biting the bedsheets with her fangs and claws as he took her doggy or rather kitty style. Hearts flowing in her Jade feline eyes especially when her womb received a flood of that white hot cream of his, her brain running wild with fantasies of having a belly full of kittens to bare for this erotic Adonis. Seconds into minutes which passed into hours as the time passed away into their sexual marathon, only pausing to recover and bask in the afterglow as they made out and engaged in some intimate heavy petting. Soon as they were ready to go again, it was with a primal abandon as they mated in ways that would make Mother Nature blush.

Even long after the sun had set and Ellie had returned to her human form, she and Kirishima were still going at it. The thicc dark skinned hottie bouncing on that juice soaked fuckrod as she and her alpha male came tougher in one sweet, simultaneous climax, collapsing on what remained of her bed in a tangle of limbs, still connected by their loins as the afterglow took them to the sweet embrace of sleep. Kirishima feeling an achievement of satisfaction at a job well done while Ellie had sweet, hot and spicy dreams of her alpha male, as the two parted ways in the morning. That is after a nice little quickie in the shower of course and exchanging contact details as the kitty hulk didn’t definitely want this to be a one off, one time deal.

Kirishima of course continued on about his heroics business of course, as well as knowing he would have quite the details to share with Mina and and Maya later on. Ellie of course would send a very high praise filled review to the Fatgum agency for sending her such a skilled and dedicated intern…..as well as private exchange of messages to Kirishima’s aforementioned pair of girlfriends for their personal recommendation of their man and his sexual prowess. Letting them know he more than exceeded expectations and that she was looking forward to their next encounter in the near future Especislly when her next heat cycle happened. As well as reassure them that she woild send them copies of the hidden videos she had of her little sexercise session with their man, after all a was a deal and those two just LOVED to see their man be the stud he can be, how sweet it is……

[stormsbourne]

Top five final fantasy characters recruited after the first act finishes

this is interesting because it makes me piece out when the end of act 1 is for various final fantasies. here are some thoughts in no particular order:

yuffie kisaragi, specifically the remake/rebirth version. I was never one of those people who despised yuffie (though I did always find .... yufficent?? vinfie??? vincent x yuffie nonsensical), but the remake did a number on this girl. she is unironically among my favorites. I love her. she joins maybe a good third of the way into rebirth, in addition to not being in remake at all outside of the dlc. you really get a sense of her bitterness about wutai (specifically this game's version of wutai), her loyalty to her home, and even her materia-grubbing nonsense is dialed up in a fun way. she's also very funny and very adorable. chocobo, choco choco chocobo, I'm on a chocobo, you're on a chocobo! also loved all the "team babies" sidequests with her and red interacting.

joshua rosfield. now listen. sure. technically there is no party in ff16, something that did honestly really let me down, but you can see the outline of what could have been and he is a party member in all but name. perhaps even THE party member. he is up to his own shit the entire game, extremely sweet and gentle and smart as a whip, the way he is the person directly acting to keep clive from finding him too soon? it's damn good

kain highwind. alright. listen again. sure this guy starts with you. he leaves immediately. he rejoins and then leaves again and the second time, I believe it's stated/implied (it's been a long time since I played ff4) that his time with you was effectively as a mole/spy. and then when he really rejoins you for real-reals you can tell he feels like absolute shit and wishes he was dead. he truly despises that his possessive jealousy (of both cecil and rosa I would argue) was used as a weapon against those very same people. this leads to some pure shenanigans in the sequel from what I understand, but this guy is so fucking ashamed. peak dog wandering behind the party with his tail ALL the way between his legs

auron. tbh I still feel this is a somewhat cringe pick but I like the guy. you get the sense, after you know what all is going on, of the way he's seen his worldview dismantled to give way to the sacrificial cycle of spira. when he finally lets himself truly go to the farplane at the end you can almost feel his satisfaction. also he's forever mourning his two dead boyfriends (one is not dead but IS stuck as a giant kaiju whale so.) and he gives the pre-yunalesca speech which I feel is a major turning point for a TON of the cast and obviously the plot in general

celes .... I think my feelings on her have cooled a lot since I haven't played ff6 in a long, long time, but it's very fun that she gets to be the party leader in the last bit of the game, rushed and mistranslated as it is. I also think it's just genuinely quite fun to have the enemy defector as a party member. see above ponderings on kain, but celes isn't a dog with her tail between her legs, she's determined to make things right and less than able to compromise

some misc notes

rebirth cait sith almost makes this list. he's so fucking good. he joins later than yuffie and you not only get a sense of this guy as a cartoon mascot fortunetelling cat, but also about the sheer grimace.jpg going on with reeve behind the scenes. he's so emotive, he seems to have a genuine personality and worldview, and also, reeve always needed more attention to really sell him. the bit with reeve photoshopping the poster is so good. I trust that The End Of Rebirth is going to make this guy/cat reevaluate his life and decide firmly that team avalanche is the name to back.

I've also got high hopes for what remake pt 3 is going to do for cid and vincent. cid especially needs it. vincent, like yuffie, is a victim of deadline and money cutting his presence down significantly, but cid? cid has a pretty nasty legacy of beating his live-in non-wife and drinking all the time. he's already on good ground in rebirth and I'm interested to see what the game does with him.

did you know how many ffs acquire the entire party before the end of act 1? not to mention how hard the acts often are to define! I'd argue end of act 1 for ff8 is the edea parade and everybody is already there! where do you put the act break in ff10? (the blitz game imo, which means auron technically counts as act 1, but .... ??? what about the canyon where a gajillion people die including the gay crusaders? or macalania??) does act 1 of ff7 end when you leave midgar? when you get the tiny bronco? when aerith dies? is act 1 of ff6 where the world of ruin starts or?? (I'd argue the doma poisoning because that is very noticeably when shit gets Real but)

I did not allow myself to put ff14 because it's extremely complicated but the answer for that one is g'raha tia. obviously. come on

or alisaie. shit. how can I choose

[professionallydeadinside]

what do you mean no one's ever told you how beautiful you are? you're the most stunning person I've ever seen -> with Jagre and Guy <33

-Tostoa

“What do you mean no one’s ever told you how beautiful you are? You’re the most stunning person I’ve ever seen.”

“Well, uh, I.” Jagre felt his face get red. Somewhere in the audience of the holodeck he heard Libitina stifle a laugh.

“Cut! Lieutenant!”

“I know, I know!” Mirou didn’t even have to finish her sentence before Jagre knew what she was criticizing. They’d tried to practice this scene for thirty minutes and each time Guy got to that line, Jagre seemed to completely shut off. Before, Frevlar used to think Jagre was just forgetting his lines. But after thorough quizzing it was obvious to everyone (besides Guy, that is) that the only thing Jagre was struggling with was getting complimented by Guy.

“You two are supposed to be lovers! You can’t be this embarrassed that your beau is complimenting you!”

“When do we get to my scene?” Libitina complained. “I want to be the jealous husband!”

Mirou brightened up. Jagre could practically see the lightswitch activate in her head.

“Slight change of plans. Libitina and Jagre, switch roles for this run! Libitina is now the lover and Jagre will be the jealous husband.”

“What?” Jagre said incredulously.

“Alright? Start!” Mirou mimicked the sound of a clapperboard and pushed Jagre off stage as the scene restarted with Libitina as the new lover.

“What do you mean no one’s ever told you how beautiful you are? You’re the most stunning person I’ve ever seen.”

“Oh stop it, Archie. You know that’s not true.” Libitina wrapped her arms around Guy’s neck. Jagre seethed at how Guy held onto her waist. He tried to distract himself with the fact his que was coming up soon, right after Guy says a line about running away.

“But it is, and I shall always remind you of it.” Guy leaned in.

Right. The kiss.

The kiss that should’ve been Jagre’s but wasn’t because of how damn flustered Guy made him. The kiss that Jagre had only been daydreaming about for the last week. The kiss that Libitina had no right to take from him.

Jagre bristled and, completely involuntarily, growled so loudly both Guy and Libitina paused and turned to him.

‘Shit.’

“Perfect!” Mirou exclaimed, giving a small standing ovation. Jagre was baffled. He was ready to have to explain his outburst and here Mirou was complimenting him.

“You were a bit early but honestly? I think I like it better like this. One more time through then we can-“

“Crew to the bridge, please. We’ll be getting to Planet 3-2 in five. Thank you.” The captain’s voice cut through and just as quickly, turned back off. Mirou sighed.

“Nevermind. But rehearsal is still on for tomorrow!” She clapped her hands and released the crew to change back into their uniforms. Jagre stopped Guy before he could leave and paused until they were alone.

“Hey, sorry for cutting you off.” Jagre felt his tail flick side to side and hoped Guy didn’t notice.

“It’s okay. You did a good job. Although,” Guy brushed his fingers over some of Jagre’s fur that was still sticking upright, “I’m sad we never got to kiss.”

Ignoring that Jagre let every muscle in his body go rigid, Guy patted him on the shoulder and went to change out of his costume.

It seemed no matter what role Jagre played, he was doomed to be flustered around Guy.

[scurvgirl]

The VMA fashion this year was so bad I have to talk about it. Under the cut for length. If you liked the fashion this year, feel free to move on. Also, this is about the FASHION and NOT the people. And these are just my personal thoughts - I am very much just someone who casually enjoys fashion but damn. I have THOUGHTS right now.

Nicki Minaj in Dolce & Gabbana.

This isn't 100% hideous because waist up, it's beautiful - the viel and the bustier are lovely. Waist down is a different story. The panty is so boring and then the V to mid-thigh seam is just...SO BAD. SO SO BAD! It looks like a cheap, grandma curtain. There are four different lace patterns here and they're not blending well at all. The color is nice on Nicki's skin but I cannot look away from those seems, they are so so bad.

Taylor Swift in Versace

Girl I am so sorry they did this to your boobs. They look lopsided and just...bad. Otherwise, this is a really boring black dress. the buttons are...there I GUESS. But the rushing looks so frumpy around her right hip and it's just...bad.

Cardi B in Dilara Findikoglu

This would be 100% better with 66% less skirt. As it is, it looks EXTREMELY uncomfortable and the balance of this kind of material to skin is off for me.

Doja Cat in Oscar de la Renta

This isn't fucking fashion. I don't care if it's Oscar de la Renta, this looks like she walked through one of those bagged spiderweb things you get for your bushes on Halloween. Just because your tits are out and you're wearing nude shoes and a thong and your head is shaved doesn't mean that everything you put on your body is fashion. This isn't against Doja Cat, this is just...not fashion. There is nothing inspiring about this.

Megan Thee Stallion in Brandon Blackwood

We've seen this. It's not bad, Megan looks great. But it's boring.

NSYNC

Isn't the point of coming out of the closet to embrace your true gay self and to make sure your fellow boy bandmates don't dress poorly? I mean, this is just...sad.

Charlie D'Amelio in Shushu/Ton

I actually don't mind the dress, but the hair with it is just...and the pose...something feels sinister here. Janelle Monae could have rocked tf out of this but instead we get this.

Sofia Carson in Alexandre Vauthier

Alright sequined Cookie Monster, come through. I see you. The color is great, I like the play on small to big sequins, but the design of the bottom half is bizarre to me. They look like dragonborn legs meets harem pants.

Bebe Rexha

Girl, why'd you hot glue a horse tail to your ass?

Karol G in Ashi Studio

I actually like the dress and coat (contrast to Doja's, there is structure and interest to this beyond just using Karol's body). I'm just putting this here because it is clearly so heavily inspired by Kylie Sonique Love. The doors she has opened.

Quincy Combs

The depressive state of men's fashion in one photo. Just...ugh.

Nicky Hilton wearing something a middle aged mom in Dillards would see and go "Kaylee!! This is so cute!"

Jennifer Aydin

Wearing something you pick up on the Jersey Shore for a shotgun wedding.

JT in Mirroir Palais

Someone help my fellow big tittied girl, if she takes a breath, those puppies are breaking loose. Dear designers - please fit thine cups properly. Girl is slightly hunching too to keep it together. Yeesh. (Love those shoes though)

Kaliii

What is with this trend of cutting at the mid-thigh? It's terrible! It's disjointed, confusing, and not in a good way. I am all for fashion that is just WEIRD, I'm here for it. But this isn't that, this is seriously trying to be pretty and it's just not. Also, girl, there is a better shade of orange out there for you, get something with a dash more red so it doesn't wash you out.

Not all the fashion was this bad. So here are some notable wins in my book.

Prince Derek Doll - understood the fucking assignment. This is stunning!! I WISH they had dropped the designer's name because they deserve recognition.

The Warning. I don't know who you are but I am gay and no immune to latex vampire dress vibes and chunky heels. You look great and I'm gay, so gay.

Maneskin because fuck gender, I'm gay, and YEEEEEEES.

Shensea. This gives me huge Him vibes from the Power Puff Girls and I am HERE for it. I love everything here, there's camp with the tiny bag and the glasses, sexiness, and just overall FUN. It's great.

Chris Olsen. I think men need to dress like this more often. If we're gonna see lady tits, I also wanna see man tits.

Coco Jones in Moschino. I love the early 2000s R&B vibes, the sleekness, the overall vibe - just great.

All photos are from E!online

[bloggerspam]

Danny is, as always, too fuckin bright to look at. He beams at her as he takes off his helmet, and Val hates that she’s still charmed by his stupid helmet hair.

There may not be anything between them now, romantically speaking, but that doesn’t mean Danny’s suddenly gotten uglier. 

“Hey Val! Miss me?” Danny places his helmet down, ruffling his hair and dismounting smoothly. 

Val smiles, because yeah, yeah she did. Not that she’d ever tell him that. “As if, dunderhead.” 

But there’s no fooling Danny, because his smile becomes a little softer. He opens his arms and though she rolls her eyes and makes a show of dragging her feet, she knows she’s not fooling anyone when she grabs him up tight in a long hug.

Gods, did she miss him. 

Five months, she’s been in Gotham, and things have been going pretty well. She’s only gotten involved with two muggings—her quickly dispatching both so that she wasn’t late to class—and she hasn’t seen head nor tail of any Rogues as of yet. 

Just before the hug goes into too long territory, Danny grips at her shoulders to push her at arms length, looking her up and down and sideways and turning her around as he asks questions in rapid succession. He’s being silly, and Val missed him so much she indulges. 

“It’s been too long—how’s Gotham U? You settling in the dorms alright? When’s the last time you ate? What time’s your lunch break?” Val huffs, lightly smacking his hands away and heading over to her workstation. 

“Gotham U is fine, the dorms are even more fine, and I ate during my lunch break 4 hours ago, Danny. You know, when you were supposed to arrive?” Val starts getting ready to go, which won’t take long—her shift actually ended about 20 minutes ago so all she has to do is grab her bag and go.

When she turns around Danny has a sheepish expression, scratching at the back of his head with his shoulders scrunched up. “So. Listen.”

Oh boy. She pinches the bridge of her nose, crossing her arms and popping her hip. Always something with this guy. “What happened?”

“It’s not my fault!” Danny says, hands up in surrender, “I saw Poison Ivy and uh. Well. Let’s just say I have the perfect gift for Sam’s birthday.” 

Before Val can even begin to fathom what the hell to say to that, a soft snort of laughter echoes in the garage, prompting both Val and Danny to look over to the lone car in the garage where two feet stick out from underneath. Right. 

She forgot that her boss was still here. “Sorry Boss, we’re just leavin’.” Val calls out, slanting Danny a look. Danny, the cheeky fucker, grins at her. 

“Don’t worry about it Val,” Jay says as he rolls out to sit on the creeper and wipe his greasy hands on a rag, “I take it this Sam’s a fan of Poison Ivy?”

“Oh yeah, big fan! Idolizes her, almost.” Danny chuckles, but Val knows that chuckle. She’s intimately familiar with that chuckle. She whips her head towards her friend, whose ears are blushing red at the tips and is fiddling with his hands like he doesn’t know what to do with them. 

“You can’t be serious.” Val says, unthinkingly. Danny’s eyes widen but he does not look at her. 

“Dead Serious.” Danny says, biting his lip and still not looking at her. Jay chuckles, and that seems to make Danny’s ears go redder. She looks at both of them in turn, watches as they both just stare at each other. WHAT. 

“Alright bossman we’re leaving, see you tomorrow!” Val says very abruptly, steering Danny towards his bike and practically lifting him up and onto the damn thing. Danny pouts, but hands her his spare helmet before putting his on. 

“It was nice meeting you!” Danny says with a little wave and a shy little quirk to his mouth.

“See you around.” Jay, mortifyingly, gives him a little wave back as he smiles and looks Danny up and down real slow like.

Danny does a little preen, leaning forward a bit as if to emphasize his figure.

Oh Gods. They can’t be fucking serious. Thankfully, Danny revs up his bike and they head back to her dorms in short order. The ride over is nice, as it always is on a bike—she might have to take Danny up on a custom ectobike if the ride is this smooth—and silent.

The second they arrive at her dorms, she hops off and waits with her arms crossed and eyebrow raised. 

“Don’t look at me like that!” Danny says, tossing his helmet off as well, “Since when did you start working for Jason Todd-Wayne?” 

She blinks. “Because I don’t? His name’s….” Val’s brain goes slack, as she finishes faintly, “His name’s…Jay…”

Danny smacks his forehead. “As in short for Jason? Full name Jason Peters Todd-Wayne? Val, you live in Gotham now, how do you still not know what any of the Waynes look like? Don’t tell me you haven’t looked at Tucker’s info packet for Gotham—do you know what any of the rogues here look like?”

It’s Val’s turn to look sheepish. She has been meaning to look at the thing, but it was fourty-five pages long. She hasn’t had the time! Which she immediately says to Danny.

“I’ve been busy! It’s still the beginning of the semester, and between my homework and job I’ve mostly just been crashing the second I get home!” 

“Val!” Danny groans, locking up his bike and waiting for her to start walking, “I can’t believe I have to be the voice of reason right now. We’re looking through that manual while we wait for Sam and Tucker, I swear to God.” She leads him up to her dorm as they continue their conversation. 

“Listen, you don’t get to turn this on me—Jason Todd-Wayne or not, I can’t believe you’d ogle my boss right in front of me! Flirt on your own time, and not at my job!” She huffs, one last hail Mary at covering her embarrassment.

It doesn’t actually bother her, as Danny well knows, she just likes to complain. He likes to argue, so it’s a good arrangement. Case in point:

“But Val, it’s Jason Todd-Wayne. He was my fourth pick Hall Pass! How could you! This is like, top ten anime betrayals.” Danny whines in the elevator. Realization floods through her. Oh Gods. Danny doesn’t know.

Danny doesn’t know that Jason Todd-Wayne might be Red Hood. Red Hood, Danny’s third pick Hall Pass. Talk about a type, holy fuck.

Val is suddenly very invested and willing to set him up with her boss. This is gonna be so fucking funny.

Mechanic!Val AU, but make it gay and sapphic.

ya'll can thank the HH discord for this one. Specifically the menace known as @clockwayswrites (and @impyssadobsessions for the art that inspired the damn thing)

Dead on Main and with some future Val/Steph >)

also @belfry-ghost did a doodle for this AU and everyone should go love on his art. Val's so unf.

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Val’s pretty sure her new boss Jay is actually a crime lord.

She’s pretty sure he’s The Crime Lord, actually. She’s like, 98% sure she works for Red Hood now, and she’s low key mad about it. She squints at the man now, with his white streak and almost imperceptible green sheen to his eyes. 

The problem is that Val did perceive it. Because she used to date a guy whose baby blue eyes changed ever so slightly in the same way. Thinking about Danny makes her even madder.

To be clear, she’s not mad about Red Hood himself. 

She’s just mad that, of all the mechanic shops in all of Crime Alley, she just had to work for her ex-boyfriend’s third place Hall Pass pick. It also makes her miss her friends way more, and Val is hardly what one would call a well-adjusted woman, so she’s mad about it.

She huffs as she lifts the hood of the second car she’s working on today. Being a mechanic wasn’t really on the docket for Val’s life goals, nor was being in Gotham, but she got a full ticket ride on Wayne Foundation scholarships, and honestly? 

Gotham is Amity Park Lite: Gargoyles and Furries Edition. 

Between a full ride to Gotham U and being stuck at Elmerton Community College? The choice was easy. 

So here she is, working for the resident Crime Lord in his civvies. 

Jay pays good, teaches her what she needs to know, and bonus: he sometimes helps with her English Literature class. He’s flexible on hours, and she’s even got rudimentary insurance. 

All in All?  It could be worse—she could still be working for Vlad, after all. 

It's the little things.

[yostresswritinggirl]

Sorry i really need to brainrot about tighnari to anyone for a moment. It's just gonna be a bunch of ramblings about this man so feel free to delete this as you see fit (also has archon quest spoilers)

I don't know why I love tighnari. I really don't know. He's terribly mean at times, always throwing the most creative insults in that stupidly nice voice of his but at the same time, he's also one of the most devoted, passionate and nicest characters i've ever seen. He protected haypasia from the fatui and the first thing he did after getting struck by lightning was not to tend to himself, but to see if she was still alright and even then, he insisted on listening to the traveler first and seeing them and dehya off before doing anything for himself. He's so stupidly stubborn that at that moment, all I wanted to do was bring a first aid kit and just, tend to his wounds, saving nahida be damned because this man can't even be bothered to care for himself when he was the only one who suffered injuries in that. Also, he's simulatenously the smartest and most idiot person i've ever seen-- who the hell researchs mushrooms through oral experimentation? How does he have the audacity to call people for being stupid when he willingly knocks himself out with a mushroom in a dense forest, completely defenseless to anything that could attack him. Are those papers really worth it. Can't you care yourself a little bit more? What would collei think. You practically raise her and told her not to overexert herself but here you are putting yourself in danger for a few papers. What an idiot, yet it only makes me want to kiss this man silly even more. Also his ears and tails are completely unfair. How dare he look so cute with his ears flat on his head in embarassment. How dare he move his tail according to how his emotions are. How could one man be so utterly cute and think that his ears and tails are no different from a normal cat's or dog's. They are completely different because they are on you darling, they are special because you're the one with them and the fact that you don't even realize how weak some people are for them makes me want to ruffle him up so badly. How would he look like when being kissed. Would his ears be pinned to his head as his face flushes completely red or would he be confident and bold. God he's just so cute I can't. But that can't be the only reason why everytime i see him, i smile so foolishly to the point that it probably makes me look stupid. Wish I could punch him in the face every time he does something stupid before kissing him to remind him that there are people who care for his wellbeing. Hate him so much i swear to god

This, all of this, and everything in between

But must you really use the word oral experimentation?!

[thesolferino]

True Calling

⤷ dream x f!reader.

⤷ word count: 3.9k

⤷ requested: yes, by this lovely anon!

— summary: dream meets his favorite singer on an among us livestream.

“Dude, what could go wrong? Just do it.”

“What could go wrong?! Literally so many things, you ass.” 

Dream heard Sapnap sigh through the mic right into his headphones, the dim grey of his Discord background doing barely anything to illuminate his features as he stared at his open messages blankly.

“First of all, don’t.. speak to me like that, I am doing you a favour by sitting here and listening to you panic about stupid shit. Second of all, nothing big could go wrong. What, you’re a little awkward in the beginning, maybe, and that’s it.” Dream adjusted his headphones a little bit, Sapnap’s rant flowing into his ears but dissipating somewhere halfway to his brain, because, yes, things could go wrong and he can’t be proven otherwise.

“Did you forget that I’m a public figure? And that my fans are insane? I say one wrong thing and it’ll be memed and haunt me in my dreams. Did you forget that SHE’s a public figure? And that this is live? God…” he retorts back, listening to Sapnap helplessly sigh once again in response. He anxiously switches from his Discord to Twitter, then to YouTube, to Twitch and then back to Discord, frantically clicking around. In reality, he knows Sapnap is right, and it’s anxiety whispering into his ear that he’s gonna somehow fuck up, but maybe it’s simply easier to stay and argue with him into the night instead of actually responding to that message.

The stream is still going. Quackity’s voice speaks over Sapnap’s quiet breathing. “Damn, he’s still not responding. Um, let me try Tubbo, maybe?” 

Before he knows it, the opportunity to join the stream is slipping out of his fingers, and Dream isn’t sure if he’s happy about that or not. On one hand, he gets to meet one of his favorite artists whose album he’s played way too many times to count, and on the other, the chances of him embarrassing himself in front of that same artist and a hundred thousand other people are extremely high, and he’s not sure if he likes the odds of that.

“Man, I don’t know. You won’t listen to me, anyway. Don’t join if you don’t want to.” Dream hears the annoyed tinge in Sapnap’s voice, and that’s what pours the last bit of courage into his veins because the best way to do anything in life is to follow Sapnap’s advice after you’ve already irritated him to the point of defeat, and he murmurs a quick “bye” and hangs up before the other can even respond, typing a rapid “Sure, send me the VC link” back to Quackity. 

He hears a delighted exhale coming from his Twitch tab just as Quackity forwards him the link. “Okay, nevermind, we’ve got Dream! He’ll join in a second.” 

With that, he swiftly closes the Twitch tab and with an encouraging sip of water, he finally joins the Discord voice chat with the rest of the players. Your Discord image sticks out like a sore thumb to him despite being a super basic, Googleable picture of you that he’s probably seen a million times by now, and upon seeing it, reality slaps him right over the face and he realises that, oh shit, he actually joined.

“Hey everyone.” Dream speaks into the mic and a mix of excited voices greets him at the same time as he loads up the game. Your icon is missing the green halo. He stares at it, as if you’ll magically speak up if he stares long and hard enough. That, apparently, works.

Pokimane’s “Dream, hi!” seems to set something off in your brain, and you speak again.

“Oh, Dream?” the green halo appears, and Dream resists the urge to say something stupid or bite his hand or anything of the sort when you say his name. “Aren’t you the guy who listens to my music all the time?” you giggle.

Quackity laughs loudly in his usual fashion, and Dream feels his hands go cold as the Among Us loading page pops up. “Wh-huh?” 

“Yeah, you-you listen to my music a lot! Your fans always tag me under that… ‘Dream’s Spotify’ Twitter account, I remember you.” Dream swears his heart is about to jump out of his chest and start bouncing around on the floor because his ribs are way too restrictive for that type of movement, but he tries his best to play it cool and laughs lightheartedly.

“I do! I’m, like, your biggest fan.” he grins, as if you can see him, and you laugh in return.

“Yeah, man, you pay my rent. Thanks.” you say and a couple of people laugh while Dream inputs the code and his character finally pops up, immediately running around like the rest of the group. He runs around your purple character and hears you chuckle as you run around him too, but not for long, because the game starts and everyone mutes themselves. He audibly sighs, because he can afford to, considering he’s not streaming and nobody can hear the amount of courage this whole thing is taking him. 

A notification pops up on his screen - the Dream Team group chat seems to be talking. Must’ve already found some way to make fun of me, he thinks to himself as he huffs out a large breath and runs through cafeteria and weapons to do his tasks in navigation. Corpse is hot on his tail the whole time, and not to say he’s an untrustworthy guy, but Dream isn’t really looking forward to getting killed before even speaking to you properly, so he runs around, trying to find somebody to stick with so Corpse doesn’t shove a knife in his back while he’s doing a task. 

Thankfully, Karl emerges somewhere from the direction of storage right into communications where Dream was going, too. Just as Dream starts finishing download and Corpse and Karl line up behind him, his screen flashes bright red and white and the bold letters “Dead body reported” pop up. Everyone unmutes themselves and his eyes bore into your character, immediately.

“Alright, the body was in top left of the… uh, upper engine. I need everyone’s positions.” Rae immediately spoke.

“I was in electrical, I-I went through cafeteria to the upper engine with Poki, there was nobody there, we did our tasks, went down to lower engine, then Poki left with Toast, and I went to electrical and the body was reported.” Sykkuno said, and Pokimane confirmed with a hum of agreement.

“Dream?” Rae asked, and he spoke up.

“I never even went that way, I went through weapons to nav, and then to communications, and then the body was found. Corpse can vouch for me because he was following me the entire time and I kinda thought he was gonna kill me. And Karl saw me in communications, us three were all together when you… reported the body.” He rambled, trying to defend himself.

“Yeah, it’s true, he was with me the whole time.” Corpse supported.

“Karl, which way did you get to communications?” Toast asked.

“Uh, through storage.” Karl replied quickly.

“That’s funny, ‘cause I was in security, and I could swear I saw you walk past.” Toast said, and a couple of “ooh”s echo through the call.

“That makes no sense because even if I did go that way, I wouldn’t have time to get to communications and start doing my task with Dream and Corpse if I killed Ethan! And Rae, you-you saw me do my task in storage!” Karl loudly defended himself.

“...that… that’s true, yeah.” she said.

“If you ask me, Toast, you’re being real sus for lying about that.” Karl threw it back at Toast, who protested.

“Listen, I didn’t say you killed anybody, I just said I saw someone run past!” he claimed.

“Bretman and Y/N are being real quiet, though.” Corpse points out, and the green halo around your icon lights up once again.

“Oh shit, I didn’t realise I was muted. Sorry, guys.” you laughed. “Um, I was with… Quackity, in… what’s that shit on the right called?”

“O2.” Quackity quickly jumped in.

“Right, O2. I went to… top left, first, and I did my tasks there, and then to weapons and then to O2, and then the body was reported.”

“You were in top left?” Rae repeated.

“Yeah.”

“And was there anyone with you?”

“Um… no? I was alone, and then I saw Quackity in top right, and then we went to, uh, O2 together.” you said and Corpse sighed loudly.

“That means she could’ve had the time to kill Ethan and run.” Toast points out.

“Hey! I didn’t kill anyone! I don’t even know how this game works…” you whined into the mic and Quackity laughed.

“Yeah, I dunno Y/N, you were dancing real suspiciously around me…” he said, causing you to defend yourself louder.

“Why would I kill anyone?! I don’t even know how to do that, I’m a nice person!”

“I don’t think she did it, guys.” Dream pipes up, tugging at the wire of his headphones absentmindedly.

“Shut up, you simp.” Quackity fires back instantly, making everyone in the call laugh, including Dream.

“Damn right, I’m a Y/N simp. She can do no wrong. I mean, look at that innocent face! She did nothing, I’m-I’m sure.” He argued, making you cover your mouth and giggle.

“Their face is literally the same as everyone’s! We’re all astronauts!” Rae protested, but Dream kept shaking his head.

“No, hers is more innocent.” he said. “Toast, why are you so set on accusing everyone, anyway?”

“Oh, you’re so not attacking Toast right now-”

“Guys, I think we should skip.” Sykkuno pipes up to calm the conversation, and everyone agrees, even though most of them mumble “sus” under their breath as soon as they mute their mics.

Dream’s tiny green astronaut stomps his way over to the left side immediately, changing paths this time and making his way into the Upper Engine, trying to finish his tasks in time and possibly find someone to accompany him so he at least doesn’t have to argue over his alibi. He had four tasks left, two of them in Upper Engine, so after that he was free to roam around wherever his heart desired. Just as he started doing one of them, he watched your purple character step in and run circles around him, earning you a quiet laugh that he didn’t know he uttered until he heard himself do it and silently scolded himself for getting that flustered at something so simple.

The two of you did your tasks together before going down to reactor. Just as Dream started doing one of his tasks, a dead body was reported again and he unmuted himself as Toast immediately started borderline yelling into his headphones. 

“Bretman just killed Sykkuno RIGHT in front of me. I literally watched him do it. He killed Sykkuno in COLD BLOOD.” he confidently claimed and Dream, quite uninterested, grabbed his bottle of water and lightly sipped on it, wiping beads of sweat resting right above his eyebrows with his forearm, blindly looking around the darkness, trying to get his eyes to adjust looking away from the computer screen. His eyes searched for the window - it was open, just enough to let a fresh breeze inside, but it never seemed to do that, letting humid air in with open arms like a welcome guest. Florida is fucking hell, he thinks, gulping down some more water.

“No, I didn’t! I seriously did not, he’s the one who killed him and is trying to frame me now. I swear to God, Toast…” Bretman shouted into his worn mic, trying to argue back. 

“Yeah, to be honest, Bretman, you were silent the whole time when Ethan died.” Rae reasoned, earning quite a lot of “ooh”s and causing little “voted” signs to appear next to Poki, Toast and Karl’s names as Bretman tried his best to fight back.

“I didn’t know I was muted the whole time! You know I’m bad at this! Why would I... you know what, nevermind! Vote me! Vote me! You’ll see when Toast kills you all, I don’t care anymore. I literally saw-”

Dream slumps further into his chair, sure that the foam would have a dent of his body shape imprinted even when he’s long gone from it, and unlocks his phone with a quiet sigh. He opens Discord, and wishes he hadn’t, because Sapnap and George are always on the front lines and ready to make fun of him at any chance possible. He types back a stupid joke, calling them losers, but before he can press send, a Twitter notification pops up on his phone that almost makes his painfully sweaty hands lose grip of the phone. 

“this is so boring” your message reads, from your official Twitter account. Dream blinks a few times, and looks up from his phone to observe his murky, empty room, eyes flashing from the window to the ripped chocolate bar wrapper that somehow made its way onto the floor to a cup of coffee from this afternoon. Did the humid air finally get to him? Hallucinations?

He clicks on the notification - it proves to not be a product of his imagination, after all. Three dots dance around on his screen cheerfully, but they suddenly stop. His ears tune in. Bretman is still defending his honor. Something else must’ve interrupted you. His shaky hands barely hit the right letters.

He takes a handful of screenshots amidst his euphoria, and forwards them to the group chat with no caption besides an emoji sticking its tongue out - he wants to tell them to suck his dick, or something along those lines, but your message remains a priority as he rushes back to the Twitter app to reply.

“Right” he manages to write without a typo. “They’re annoying”

Three dots immediately return to his screen like a happy memory, and he almost can’t believe you’re texting back so fast. George would probably humble him by saying it’s because you have nothing better to do, but what George doesn’t know can’t hurt him, Dream supposes, and clicks on your profile instinctively as he adjusts his headphones on one ear. By the time you finish typing your message, the group decided to vote out Bretman, who ended up not being an imposter.

The three dots disappear as quick as they came, and so does the anticipation that bubbled up in Dream’s throat as he sourly leaves to finish the rest of his tasks. The rest of the game stays as boring as it started, save for the giggles and hushed laughter that came from you at every few jokes he made - of which he made quite a lot, in a desperate attempt to make you laugh, at least a little bit. Of course, Quackity was there every step of the way to accidentally mention how Dream sounded a lot more hype and alive during this game than he does ever, but you win some, you lose some, eh?

In the next game you actually decided to set up proximity chat, so of course Dream followed you around everywhere, hot on your tail at all times - what else is he supposed to do, when the chance presented itself, really?

“Are you imposter?” His character obnoxiously ran circles around you as you did your wires task slowly and unsurely since this stream was your first time playing.

“No, but I wouldn’t tell you even if I was, dummy.” You replied, running around his own character briefly before running up to do the rest of your tasks, watching the green astronaut follow you close behind. 

“Why not?” Dream questioned, eyes following all your movements since he didn’t have anything better to do considering he finished all his tasks. 

“Do you not know how this game works?”

“Yeah, but you’d tell me, right? I wouldn’t… rat you out.” He heard a sigh coming through his headphones in response, and his grin widened just a little, watching your character walk away from him.

“I know you wouldn’t.” you replied. “I’ll tell you if I’m imposter, I guess.”

“You wouldn’t kill me, would you?” Dream spoke into his mic, reaching to fix it and realising the way his hand trembled a little, fully aware he was walking the line between flirty and obnoxious more than usual. He lowered his gaze just to see his keyboard reflect the light of the computer back to him - the sweat from his palms seemed to seep onto the keyboard. He refused to think about the mocking things his best friends would say if they found out how nervous he was just to talk to you. 

“No, of course not! I wouldn’t be able to kill you.” You chirped just as a dead body was discovered and the two of you were torn from the conversation. 

In the next one, his screen flashed an ominous black and red with the word “Impostor” and your purple character stood proudly next to his green one, and he snickered to himself, adjusting his headphones one more time (the more he did it, the more he was convinced it was one of those anxious habits of his).

Shifting in his chair, he started moving and couldn’t believe his eyes when he realised the two of you managed to lock yourselves in a room with Corpse and Sykkuno, accomplishing a double kill in barely the first two minutes of the game. The two of you vented while Dream muttered curses under his breath, breaking out in a sweat wondering if you’re going to get caught or not as you casually hummed to a random tune while faking tasks, hitting the notes in such an effortless way that it made Dream relax and get even more nervous at the same time. It didn’t take too long before the body was found, and you seemed to adapt to the game very quickly, as Dream just sat back most of the time and watched you stretch out a whole essay on why you and Dream could NOT have been imposters. 

“Why would they stick together the whole time? Couldn’t they get at least someone else to vouch for them?” Toast complained. 

“Girl, Dream wants some… alone time with Y/N, obviously.” Bretman said, despite being the one most sus of you in the first place, forcing laughter out of the whole lobby, Dream’s sticking out the most as his mood constantly swayed from finding the whole thing funny to being worried sick if you actually find him weird.

“Exactly! And we’re gonna have our alone time if we want to, thank you very much.” 

Well, Dream thinks, taking a stressed gulp of water from his bottle, at least we cleared that one up.

“I don’t think that sounded the way you wanted it to, Y/N.” Karl pipes up, making Quackity burst into another fit of loud laughter, and you immediately protested.

“It sounded exactly the way I wanted it to! Now, vote Rae or else.” 

When the meeting was over, he ran after you through cafeteria, grin splitting out on his face before he even spoke.

“You’re pretty…” his silence extended as he watched your character stare at his. “...pretty smart.”

You snorted. “Right. You’re pretty…” you extended your silence in return, mocking him. “...too.”

His heart jumps. “You forgot a word there.” he says as you stomp out to storage.

“I said what I said, Dreamy.” 

He swears this can’t be healthy for his blood pressure. In the corner of his eye, Discord notifications pop up like crazy. The boys must be watching your stream. His heart swells with both pride and dread, knowing he’s about to be called something along the lines of pretty Dreamy for the next two months.

“How do you know I’m pretty? You’ve never even seen my face.” Dream replies as heat creeps up like a spirit rising from soil, from the back of his neck, seeping into his ears and cheeks somewhat equally. His eyes dart to the window again. Of course it’s the stupid Florida weather that has him burning up, flustered. Maybe he should open another window.

“Is this an invitation to see it?” you say, a teasing tone clinging off your voice and he can practically hear you smiling. 

“No, I’m just saying! If you want to see it, though, that… that can be arranged.” he bites his lip as a physical attempt of holding back the smile that breaks out as he waits for your response, chest puffing in both nervousness and odd confidence.

“Can it? I mean, I don’t need to see it, I just know already, you have those… pretty boy vibes. But I wouldn’t…” you chuckle. “...be opposed to seeing it, for sure. Don’t count on me not to leak the pictures, though. I want the clout.”

“What do you MEAN you want the clout, you’re Y/N! You don’t need clout from a Minecraft YouTuber!” He argues back, a small wheeze escaping him mid sentence as you giggle and run around, with him following your every move.

“You keep my fucking lights on, man! Whenever your Spotify Twitter account thingy tweets that you’re listening to my stuff, the streams go up! I need your clout.” you say as you run into admin and snap Toast’s neck and run back out casually, as if nothing happened. 

“Yeah, that’s how me listening to your songs on repeat works.” he says and you let out some sort of irritated groan.

“Shut up, smartass.” Just as you say that, somebody seems to find the body and you’re pulled into a meeting, where Rae susses both of you immediately.

“No, because both of you are always together! And someone always spots you walking by the place where the bodies are found! At some point that can’t be a coincidence, right?” she accuses, practically yelling into the mic.

“Of course they’re always together, check- check fuckin’ Twitter! They’re trending on like three different spots already!” Quackity jumps in, loud as always, and the lobby gives off mixed reactions.

“What? We are?” Dream asks, and Quackity confirms with a “yeah, man! Check!” and so he complies, quickly pulling out his phone to check the trending tabs. Sure enough, among the politics and sports, “DREAM Y/N”, “PRETTY BOY” and “DREAM FACE” are crammed, sat at 7th, 14th and 18th place, respectfully. A satisfied grin breaks out on his face. At least they see it, too.

“This has to be the first time Dream has trended for something heterosexual.” Karl points out, earning loud laughter from Quackity and Bretman, less loud on your part.

“Exactly! We’re a power couple! Stay mad!” You shouted, with Dream supporting you in the background, although still shyly adjusting his headphones every few seconds, unable to comprehend that oh, this is actually happening.

Both of you get voted out during the next few minutes, but that really means nothing to Dream - they actually do him quite a favor, because the two of you get to excuse yourselves and he sees those three familiar dots dance on his screen again as he leans back into his chair with a dopey grin, playing with the strings of his sweatpants, waiting for your next and next and next message. 

He opens Discord on his computer to type one last message into the groupchat before turning it off for the night:

Dream (03:14): maybe Minecraft wasn’t my calling after all

Dream (03:14): can’t believe I just met my soulmate on Among Us

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Knight in Shining Red Armor | Dante + Child!Reader (DMC 4)

A/N: Hey so this is a rewrite of one of my first (and only) DMC fic from like...2016. This takes place post-DMC 4

You can read the og one on my DeviantArt! But if you're here for the new one then I hope ya'll enjoy!

Summary: Child!Reader was taken under Dante's wing after being saved from a demon invasion, but even years later he hesitates to tell them what he truly is, fearing they'll resent him for his demonic heritage.

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"Hey, um..Dante?"

"What's up, kiddo?" The red-clad devil hunter asked, though he wasn't completely paying attention to you. Rather he was sitting at his desk, feet kicked up as he was flipping through a magazine.

Meanwhile you were roaming around the shop, stopping only to gaze at the massive curved sword with glowing gems hanging on the wall behind him. He mentioned claiming many weapons--"Devil Arms" as they were called--from defeated demons, but you were curious about their names.

"Just wondering..what's that sword behind you called?"

"The Sparda. It sealed the barrier between the Underworld and human world. Nero went through hell and back, quite literally, to return it to me, so don't even think about touching......it?"

Dante put the magazine down as he turned to see you holding the Sparda in your small hands. You smiled triumphantly, but stumbled a bit before the blade accidentally slammed into the wooden floor, making you wince.

"Oops."

Yet your little act amused him, as he chuckled and shook his head. "You're a little too young to go devil-hunting, I'm afraid. But maybe one day you will."

"And maybe you can help pay off Dante's debt, too." Trish lightly joked as she entered the room, taking the giant sword from you and putting it back on the wall.

Her words were responded by a groan from the male, who went back to reading.

"Whatcha reading?"

Dante slowly lowered the magazine to see you sitting on his desk, but he just snapped it shut and tossed it into the trash, out of your line of sight. "Nothing that eyes like yours gotta see."

"Okay....ooooooh, what's this briefcase?" Hopping off the desk, you ran over to Pandora and crouched down to poke the skull emblem.

"Pandora. That baby can turn into six hundred and sixty six different weapons, but...right now we only have access to seven." Now he was feeling like an exhausted teacher on a museum trip, trying to explain each exhibit to his hyper first graders--the exhibits being his Devil Arms.

Yet as you ran around asking him about more of them, he couldn't help but see his childhood-self reflected in you. Just full of energy and never-ending curiosity and optimism.

Yeah..he definitely saw the resemblance.

Eventually you decided to leave him be and dash off to your room.

And only then did Dante drop his smile, sighing as he put both feet back on the ground. He ran a hand through his hair before dragging it down the side of his face tiredly.

"You know..you'll have to tell them eventually." Trish reminded.

"How, though? That kid's afraid of all demons..hybrids or not. I'm pretty sure saying "oh by the way the guy who rescued you is actually half-demon" is gonna send 'em running, and...I can't risk that." He shook his head, gazing at the jukebox in the corner.

"But I think [y/n]'s old enough to comprehend the concept of not all demons being evil," Lady chimed in after overhearing the conversation. "Just give it to them straight and I'm sure they'll understand."

As much as Dante wanted to argue, he saw that she had a valid point. But he still worried...

How would you react?

It's been a few years since he saved you from a Mega Scarecrow, though it turned out that more demons invaded your neighborhood, slaughtering everyone you knew and loved. And as he took you back to the shop to patch you up, he could see the terror in your eyes, any traces of innocence long gone.

No child should have gone through such a tragedy.

A tragedy that he was all-too familiar with.

After the defeat of the Savior, things have been looking up. You've regained your happiness as you lived in Devil May Cry and learned of Dante's tales of devil hunting, though the memories of that horrible night never truly left you alone.

Along with that, just seeing a demon is enough to make you run and hide, and you were terrified when you first met Nero and saw his demonic arm.

From that incident alone, Dante became extremely reluctant to tell you of his own demonic heritage.

He just didn't know if he's only hurting you more by keeping it hidden..

...............

Later that night, you were plagued by yet another nightmare. Different demons, same neighborhood...same deaths of your loved ones.

But in this one Dante got hurt, too. And you tried so hard to be brave for him, even shouting in the demon's face...but in the end you failed as it snatched you away, dragging you into the darkness of the Underworld before he could reach you.

Although you calmed down since awakening, you wanted to be sure he was alright.

So with what little moonlight shone in the shop's darkness, you located the worn sofa where Dante laid. He was engrossed in some TV program, though after sensing your presence his eyes flickered to you.

No words had to be exchanged in order for him to see what was wrong, as he sat up and patted the spot beside him. You smiled in relief and climbed onto the sofa, snuggling into his side as he wrapped an arm around you. "Th-Thanks, Dante."

"No prob. So uh..another nightmare, I guess?"

"Yeah, but..they hurt you, too and...I-I tried staying brave. I shouted at them to leave you alone and..they didn't listen. But...I think one of them looked scared of me."

"Wow." He raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Gotta say I'm impressed."

"Really?"

"Absolutely. Y'know demons are used to seeing kids scream and cry, not take a stand against them. Plus that's pretty epic of you to defend me, so thanks." With a smile, he ruffled your hair.

"You're welcome," you giggled a bit. "But..I really just wanna be as brave as you. I mean...Nero says you laugh at giant demons and tease them all the time. How do you do that without being scared?"

"Well..it comes with the business. Getting them riled up just makes the fight more fun. At least for me. You might think I'm crazy but if ya decide to hunt demons one day...you'll see what I mean."

"But until then, could I watch you fight one? Like a big bad one?"

"......."

"Dante?"

"..kid, there's a reason I never took you on any missions." Dante sighed, swallowing back the growing lump in his throat as he carefully planned his next words. "And how I always...bounce back from getting smacked by a demon tail. No human would be able to withstand that without some broken bones."

"Oh?" You tilted your head. "Then..how can you if you're human?"

"....because I'm not fully human."

As much as he wanted to shut up, he decided to tell you the truth once and for all, not sugarcoating anything:

He explained how his parents were a demon and human--a forbidden romance which resulted in himself and Virgil being born. His bloodline allowed them to blend in with humans, exercise their demonic abilities in battle, and even tap into their true demon forms.

All the while you listened silently, with not much emotion on your face. So it was hard for him to tell what you were probably thinking in this moment.

It scared him.

"...and that's it." He sighed, closing his eyes and looking away from you. "So go ahead and hate me if you want. I won't blame you for-"

"Can you show me?"

Dante blinked stupidly as he swung his head back towards you, wondering if he heard you right.

"I...wish you told me before, but I don't wanna be scared of demons anymore." You smiled a tiny bit as you elaborated. "Especially not one who helped me. So...can I see your other form?"

"...a-alright. Just...if you get scared I can turn back instantly, so don't freak."

"I won't."

He had doubts you'll keep your word, but he got up and activated his Devil Trigger form. As he opened his eyes, you gasped upon seeing how much they were glowing--being orange rather than blue. Red electric sparks danced around his metallic body as he observed you close, anticipating your reaction. He expected you to scream or cry.

Yet..there was only curiosity and wonder in your eyes.

"Scared yet?" He asked in his distorted voice, crouching down in front of you.

Not even the way he spoke startled you, as you just shook your head. "I was wrong all along..not all demons are bad."

"Not even this one?"

"Nope. You look awesome..like a knight in shiny red armor."

"...wow..I um...." For once, the talkative devil hunter was at loss for words. But when you learned forward to hug him around the neck, he was completely shocked.

Earlier in the day he thought of countless worse-case scenarios, and yet...the best-case was happening right now.

You were accepting him, hugging him even.

He couldn't believe it.

Dante smiled as he wrapped his arms around you, making sure his armor spikes didn't hurt you. "Thanks, kid. It really means a lot that you're not terrified anymore........[y/n]?" He was concerned about your lack of response, before realizing you were dozing off.

'Damn..I might make a pretty good dad, after all..' He mused, standing up and making the trek back to your bedroom. Then he set you down and tucked you in, relief and warmth in his heart.

He had a feeling that your nightmares won't be so bad anymore. Now he felt like he could truly protect you.

Why?

Because he was gonna be your knight in shining red armor.

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"Jeez, man. Quit clanking around shit and---AH!!! WHAT THE FUCK?!!"

"Shhhh! Chill out, Nero. You'll wake 'em." Dante was quick to shift back to his human form once he was outside your room, glaring at his nephew. "Why are you so freaked out? This ain't the first time you've seen my devil form."

"But still..why in the middle of the night?! Thought we had company."

"...just go back to bed, kid."

"Don't call me kid!"

[nephryyte]

alright. just spitballing here but; ditching the dancer aesthetic entirely:

what if Myra were to be a... 16-17 foot tall (Exceedingly) Heavy Weapons Specialist? real mercenary type vibe.

shaped to fuck, built like a brick house. soft cushy exterior and all but way tougher than she looks, could tear apart steel with her fat stubby little hands. longer tail too tbh? almost shark-like. shapewise, if you've seen any samurotts that an artist that goes by zephy draws? pretty much that

rowdy, infectiously happy, and entirely unaware of just how strong she is in completely casual settings; leaning on things only to find she's bent/dented the thing like crazy once she's done, snapping reinforced benches, that sort of thing.

user of big, stupid over the top weaponry, obviouslyyyy. 60mm break action shotgun, shells as wide as your average persons forearm? sure. wh40k grenade gauntlet type shit? hell yes. twin-barreled autocannons probably meant for a fucking aircraft??? go for it girl

she actually opens her eyes now. seafoam green eye color? not sure what'd really work there...? red? shell likely taken off, could work that into a necklace she always wears or something. hair still the same but maybe she gets it all up into a big ponytail sometimes?

wears a lot of tank tops and shorts/spats casually. tops usually don't fit all the way we always show some tummy 'round here. big fucking black boots. steppy, stompy; you'll hear her ass coming a long ways away. black probably her favorite color...

initially thought about big bulky plate armor but might just cast that away entirely because that sounds like a nightmare for anyone to do. maybe just something simple and light, the girl probably won't feel conventional weaponry lmao... perhaps some sort of uniform? be damned if i know what though. not like i have other ocs with this whole sort of merc vibe yet

fuck it. did i post myra yet

i don't think i did. underused samurott character of mine. wheeeeeeee

art: @rood0g

[soulmate-game]

Curiosity Killed the Exorcist

“And then, see here? You have to be on the lookout for subtle signs like these. This indicates that he’s…” Marinette nodded as Tim continued explaining, pointing out various body language and other clues out on the Batcomputer. It had only been about six months since the Batfam collectively adopted the little ladybug into their menagerie of heroes, and started teaching her deductive habits and skills. She would not allow them anywhere near Paris on pain of death (some of them had already tried, and Bruce was still recovering from the bruise to his ego. The bruise on his ass from being teleported out of the city and onto the stone of the Batcave was gone, though) but she welcomed any help they could give from within Gotham’s city limits.

Usually, at least in the beginning, they did their mentorship at a distance over video call. But then Tim found out her identity, and Marinette made the excuse of wanting to meet with them in person to gauge their trustworthiness for herself and erase their memories of her identity if they failed her test— and, well, it all snowballed from there until she was teleporting to the Batcave every few days for detective lessons. She was practically a Bat herself, if not for her out of theme codename. And she found herself surprisingly comfortable with the thought of them being a… very eccentric extended family.

Tim was flipping to another saved video in the Batcomputer archives to show another example of his current lesson, when Tikki flew up to Marinette in a hurry. She was holding Kaalki’s glasses. The little kwami whispered something in Marinette’s ear, instantly making the teen blanch and force on the glasses.

“Sorry Timmy, gotta cut this short! I’ll come back tomorrow to make up for it! Okay? Okay! Awesome, you’re the best, bye!” She ignored all of Tim’s protests and rapid fire questions, instead opening up a portal and jumping through it as fast as humanly possible. The portal has barely disappeared before an all-too-familiar voice rose up from behind Tim.

“Maybe I’m still drunk, ‘cause I could’a sworn I just saw a portal closing in the damned Batcave, of all places,” the British-accented drawl was accompanied by the flick of a lighter and accompanying fizzle of a flame. Tim groaned, mentally making a note to ask how in the world Marinette had known that John “Annoying asshole” Constantine was showing up soon, and if he could be in on the warning next time. Bruce, cowl still off, walked over from where he had been sparring with Damian and crossed his arms. He had also heard Marinette’s hasty exit, and made a few mental notes of his own before focusing on the exorcist in front of him.

“What do you want, Constantine?” he grumbled. Any time the blond brit showed up, things only got far more complicated than he ever enjoyed. And he always gave Bruce a migraine, to boot.

“Two things actually, Batsy,” John held up to fingers as his free hand tucked his lighter away in his pocket. His unlit cigarette stayed in his mouth though, probably just for the familiar feel of it. “One; I’m gonna need you to tell me why there was a portal closing when I walked in, because I’ll be honest. The implications there are way more interesting than what I came here for in the first place.”

“None of your business. What’s the second thing?” Bruce immediately shot him down, but John was not one to be deterred. He never fucking was.

“But you hate magic! You make sure I know that all too bloody well every time I pay you a visit, so why the sudden change in heart? Huh?”

“Drop it, Constantine. What. Do you. Want?”

“Fine, fine. I need your help with…”

— * — * — * — * — *

A week later, Marinette was sitting with Jason and Damian in one of the manor’s sitting rooms, the three of them just minding their own business and silently enjoying one another’s presence. Even if two of them would never admit it. Jason was reading Jane Eyre for the millionth time, Damian was leaning against Titus on the ground as he sketched, and Marinette was embroidering a sunhat. Unfortunately for her, Alfred the Cat was currently asleep on her lap and thus holding her hostage.

Even as Tikki flew up to her ear in a panic and whispered, making Marinette prick herself with her needle. She hissed for a second but shrugged off the familiar pain, much more concerned with whatever news Tikki had given her. Damian and Jason were already on high alert from the second that a whispered curse had left her lips, and were staring straight at her and her kwami and Marinette frantically tried to find a way to get up without awakening the cat sleeping on her.

“Uh, what’s wrong?” Jason asked, feeling thoroughly confused and left out. On one hand, he knew that if they were in physical danger she would have moved Alfred the Cat without hesitation. On the other, he did not like the sheer amount of anxiety he could see her experiencing. Marinette’s frantic eyes shot over to him, pupils mere pinpricks and hands mouth agape as she tried to form some sort of plan.

“Uh— “

“Ah! You must be the fair maiden that the Bats are comfortable with using magic around them,” John goddamned Constantine threw the door to the sitting room open wide, making it bounce off of the wall and lightly smack back against his shoulder. He ignored it as he grinned at the three younger people in the room, waltzing in casual as anything. He wagged a finger at her playfully. “I’ve been awfully curious about you, ya know? Brucie boy knows a shit ton of magic users, but he never likes seein’ any of us do our thing. And to not only allow you to teleport without any apparent discomfort but to actively protect your identity from me? Now that’s a damn accomplishment and I really gotta applaud you for it,” he mockingly clapped his hands a few times. “So what’s your secret, huh? I won’t tattle.”

“No thanks. Kaalki, a little help?” Marinette carefully pushed Alfred the Cat off of her lap before diving into the portal that Kaalki whipped up for her, the entire process happening so fast that Constantine couldn’t even get out a proper “hey!” before she was gone and the portal closed. He just nodded, hooking his thumbs in his pockets.

“Ya know what? Fair. That’s fair.”

“Goddamn it, Constantine!” Jason threw up his hands in frustration. “Why the fuck do you have to scare away one of the only sane people in this family?”

“Part of my charm, little red riding hood.”

— * — * — * — * — *

“You know, I’ve been pretty damn nice not teleporting right over to you whenever you disappear. So why don’t you just tell me why you’re avoiding me now that we happen to be in the same room by complete accident, huh?” John asked from where he sat in one of Bruce’s lounge chairs sipping on a beer. Marinette mimed choking him, clearly fed up. He had been trying to have a conversation with her for the past three months, ever since that one time he caught the tail end of her portal closing in the Batcave. Three. Long. Months. And he hadn’t given up, because something about this little Parisian teenager intrigued him. She was sixteen, that much he had gathered from the Bats. But to be sixteen and not only in possession of the Horse miraculous but also clearly the Ladybugs, since he had seen Tikki more than once as well, now that was interesting.

Anybody being in the possession of more than one Miraculous was already cause enough to be keeping an eye on them, which was why he had been keeping an eye on the Paris situation and had pieced together on his own that the presence of Tikki meant that this little parisian teenager was none other than Ladybug herself. Now, that? That was a whole new level of concerning, especially since he knew firsthand that the old Grand Guardian was gone and passed his title down to— yeah, Ladybug.

After that deduction, his interest in Marinette had swiftly switched from curiosity to fuck-I-need-to-know-what’s-going-on-here. Because no kid should have to deal with that kind of weight, and Constantine always looked out for kids when he could.

But right then, Marinette was glaring at him. She had been just coming over for a normal “family” dinner with the Waynes, which she attended from time to time. And apparently they had decided to have Constantine already over so that they could chaperone a meeting between them that would hopefully appease the stupid british magic user enough that he left them all alone again until the next time he needed help.

“Believe me when I say, you’d rather not know,” she replied sharply, glaring Dick. He was the one who had convinced her to come despite her recent close calls with Constantine in the past few days. He studiously avoided her gaze. “I just would rather not cross your path, and there’s no reason for us to interact. Why do you care, anyway?”

“You see, now that is an excellent question!” he chugged the last of his beer and gestured to her with the empty bottle. “Normally, I wouldn’t give a flying rat’s ass. But I’ve put two and two together, since I know who Tikki is,” he nodded to the red and black Kwami. “And maybe I just wanna keep an eye on the new Grand Guardian to make sure she’s doin’ alright. That’s an awful lot of magic and responsibility that you don’t deserve, but I’m not about to try to take it away. Keepin’ an eye on you is the next best thing.”

“Try again,” Marinette shot back, crossing her arms. “You were interested in me before you learned about me being Ladybug.”

“I’m nosy, what do you want me to say? I saw a portal in Batman’s man-cave, I get curious. Sue me.”

“Well. I have Bruce and everyone else already watching out for me, so you can leave me alone now. If I need your help, I’ll make sure to ask every other magic user first before contacting you.”

“Woah, now what’s all this venom for?”

“Uh, maybe we should go and actually eat dinner?” Dick tried to step in, hands up. Constantine had stood up from the chair he was in, which was usually a cue to change the subject as fast as possible. “Before Alfred has to come get us?”

“Maybe I’ll be less venomous if you let the subject drop and leave me alone!”

“Context would be nice, though.”

“Seriously guys, let’s go! Food!” Dick was once again ignored.

“Context is the last thing you need in this situation,” Marinette’s voice was suddenly soft, her arms dropping to her sides. “We’ve had this conversation so many times in so many now-deleted timelines. Just drop it this time.”

“If those timelines are now-deleted, then I obviously don’t remember what’s so bad about telling me why you’re acting like I’m some hated family member you’re avoiding!”

Silence.

Pure. Fucking. Silence. As they all watch with front row seats as Marinette flinches at the word ‘family’.

Pure silence as Constantine’s shoulders drop at the sight of her flinch, realization slapping itself on his face.

“No.”

“See? I fucking knew you would— that this would happen. This always happens, you always hate finding it out, but you’re so— so stubborn!” Marinette was blinking away tears, digging in her pockets and bringing out Kaalki’s glasses. “You’ll drop it now, at least. You always do.”

“Now what is that supposed to mean?” Constantine rubbed his forehead, still trying to sort through his amalgam of emotions. Marinette just shook her head, turning to Kaalki.

“Do you mind showing Monsieur Constantine the way out, Kaalki? I’ll grab you a load of sugar cubes afterward.”

“No, wait, hang on a second!”

A portal opened up under him, making John “Stubborn Idiot” Constantine drop ten feet down onto the hardwood, polished floor of his house. His bruised tailbone would take a while to heal, but his frazzled mind was by far the more concerning development. He staggered to his feet, reaching for the nearest bottle of tequila.

“Ugh, fuck my damn life.”

— * — * — * — * — *

“Marinette..?” Damian nudged the girl with his shoulder, frowning. It was after dinner that same day, and as much as he hated to admit it he had grown to actually like having her around. She was a good friend to have. And seeing her slumped back on one of their sofas, sketchbook covering her face and not a single rambling conversation to be had or heard? It was very concerning. She just made a groaning sound to answer him, prompting his frown to deepen. “Are you alright?”

“I just can’t believe that such a sweet, adorable thing like you is half made up of Constantine’s genes,” Jason mused bluntly from the opposite couch, where he tossed a rubber ball up and down out of boredom. “But now I see where you get all of your Disaster Bi-ness from.”

“Shut uuuuup,” She groaned, chucking her sketchbook at him. He caught it in midair, replacing his rubber ball with it and tossing it up and down in the air. “I’m just frustrated. This timeline is still perfectly stable, so I can’t erase it. And I can’t exactly ask ‘hey, can someone commit a horrid atrocity that makes this timeline split from the main one so that I can erase it and we can start over from four months ago?’ because that would be horribly irresponsible of me. But seriously, Jason. If you’re gonna ever commit, like, city-wise arson? I’d probably condone it right now if only so I have an excuse to use time travel to get out of this situation.”

“Not committing arson unless you give me a better reason for it, Pigtails.”

“Damn.”

“But are you okay?” Damian asked again, seeing as she had completely ignored him.

“I’m fine, Damian,” she finally sighed. “And I know how this is gonna go. He’s going to totally ignore me now, until we meet during some magical crisis and he only interacts with me when necessary. Then he pretends we never met, we have a private little one-sided whisper-argument about how he will never make a good father figure and I would be better off leaving him alone, blah blah blah. Avoidance is a coping mechanism I guess I inherited from him.”

“Guess it’s a good thing I’m trying to bite that in the bud then, eh?” Marinette startled out of her sitting position, seeing John stumble into the room…

Drunk off his ass. But apparently still at least mildly coherent.

“I agree with deleted-me’s, I’m not gonna be a dad. Not me,” he tripped, landing on his still-bruised ass and hissing in pain before continuing from the floor; “So if you’re looking for another Daddy dearest, that ain’t me.”

“See, I knew this is how you’d—”

“Let me finish,” he interrupted. “I don’t know how long the booze is gonna last and I need it’s courage here. ‘Kay? ‘Kay. Where was I? Right. But I know magic, ya know. The kind that doesn’t rely on little bobblehead gods to do. I got— like, a million books. Shit ton of books. At my place. Ya can read ‘em. My books. At my place. But I ain’t gonna parent, but I can lend ya books. Maybe give magic advice. Teach a little. Little bit. Didn’t think I’d have a child, but apparently I do and she’s the fuckin’ grand guardian and a damn hero, and I don’t know how the fuck I was able to help make someone like that. But whatever, it’s not like the world’s ever fuckin’ been easy on me,” He pulled out a sample-sized bottle of whiskey from one of the pockets on the inside of his trench coat and chugged it. After a brief wince and hiss at the burn, he kept rambling. “My door’s open, is what I’m tryin’ to say. No guarantee I’ll be in any state to talk to when you walk through it, but it’s open.”

Deciding to steadfastly ignore the tears streaming down her face, Marinette just swallowed thickly and nodded.

“I, uh. I think I can work with that.”

John barely made it to the nearby bin in time to vomit into it.

— * — * — * — * — *

I hate my imagination sometimes, guys. I started imagining a convo between Mari and Constantine at like 4am and it wouldn't leave me alone until I got it down. but by the time I wrote it, I kinda forgot like 60% of the original convo and just winged it. And this was born. I 100% blame @multifandomscribette because their Bio!dad John Constantine headcannons are amazing and even though this isn't in that universe, those headcannons are exactly what inspired this. So blame them, lol.

[hispipsqueak]

Good Little Pet

Satan x F!Reader - NSFW

WC: 2.5K

TW: pet play, anal play, choking, master/pet dynamics, maid outfits, light degradation, unprotected sex

A/N: I’ve been on a huge Satan kick lately. I roast the hell out of him, but would I still die to be his kitten? You bet! Sorry I’ve been MIA for a bit. I have so many fics I’m working on, and not enough time in the day. Thank you for all the support friends. <3 I see your tags and they honestly make my entire life! Also I did proofread this, but I’ve also been staring at it for a week so plz don’t hate me if there’s typos! :D 

All characters are 18+

The House of Lamentation had been unusually relaxed today. Most of the brothers were out, leaving only three home. Surprisingly the room was mostly silent as Levi had his headphones on as he played his game and even Mammon had been quiet, as he fiddled with his D.D.D. 

Satan thumbed through a mystery novel as he sipped his tea. Though he usually preferred to read in his room, the ambience here was relaxed enough for once, that he could focus.

Until the door opened and Asmodeus walked in, dragging you behind him laughing. The two of you had been out shopping and the stack of boxes you held towered above you.

"Ah, Satan could you help me with this?" You asked, giggling about something Asmo had said. Sighing as he placed his bookmark, Satan reached over to help you with the boxes, revealing your smiling face and the cat-ear headband you had on top of your head.

"Satan, isn't MC adorable as a cute cat?! Nya for us MC!" Asmo asked. You rolled your eyes, but put your hand up in a paw shape, letting out a sweet "nya". Satan's eyes widened and he could feel heat rising into his cheeks. He quickly turned around.

"Uh, yes of course. I'll be going back to my room." He placed the boxes on the floor and hurried away as you and Asmo looked at each other confused.

Satan closed his door behind him and pressed his back to the wooden frame. 

Satan often considered himself to be more level headed than most of his brothers, but he couldn't deny his attraction to you. Still, he showed less emotion outwardly than the rest of the brothers and he prided himself in that. However, seeing you in those cat ears, giving cute little meows as your eyes gazed up at him? Satan could feel his growing erection tenting his pants. 

He had seen one of Levi's games a while back that featured a cat girl in a scantily clad maid outfit on the front cover. Now, he pictured you in the same outfit, cat ears atop your head, your skimpy dress leaving little to the imagination as you knelt in front of him, your lips parted waiting for your master's orders.

Fuck. He let out a shaky breath as the image of you bent over his desk, collared and begging for him to fuck you now entered his mind. His hand slid down to his throbbing cock, desperately wanting release. 

A knock at the door interrupted him.

"Satan? You left your book and your tea. I brought it for you." Your voice called out, tentatively.

Shit. Satan looked around wildly. before sitting at his desk to hide his obvious arousal. 

"Come in." He called out hoarsely, hoping you didn't notice the quiver in his voice.

You opened the door, still wearing those damned ears and looked concerningly at him.

"Are you feeling alright? You rushed out of there and your face is really red." You placed his things on the desk as you walked towards him, avoiding the precarious stacks of books around the room. He quickly grabbed a book from the top of a pile and placed it on his lap as you approached him. 

"I'm fine, just got lost in thought." He lied. You raised an eyebrow but didn't press it. The pile of books next to him chose that moment to clatter to the ground and before he could react, you knelt down in front of him to pick up the fallen books. 

He looked down at you and bit his lip so hard he tasted blood. You looked up at him innocently, identical to the naughty visions of you in his mind. 

You placed a hand on his knee and he let out a low groan. Your eyes widened.

"Satan? I-"

"Come down for dinner!" Asmo's voice chirped out from outside the door. You stood up and turned.

"Do you want me to let them know you're not feeling well? I can bring you something back."

Satan nodded. He had to really take care of the very pressing issue at hand and knew he wouldn't be able to sit through an entire agonizing meal.

----

"Pass the salt, Asmo."

"I didn't hear a 'nya', MC." Asmo giggled, poking his tongue out at you. Your hand flew to your hair. 

"I forgot I had these on!" You laughed.

"Let's hope Satan doesn't see those." Levi muttered.

You cocked your head. "What do you mean."

Levi's face flushed. "Uh...no reason, er, nothing!!!"

You narrowed your eyes at the reddening demon.

"Satan's obsession with cats doesn't stop at real cats. Didn't he get obsessed with that stupid cat girl game?" Belphie yawned, sliding his half-finished plate to Beel who dug in happily.

"You mean Neko Magic Maid♡. It wasn't even that good of a game!" Levi said, "It definitely wasn't as good as SuperStar Magic Maid…"

"Yeah. I don't think he was interested in the storyline." Mammon interjected, laughing.

Lucifer scolded the brothers for being crass but your mind wandered. Was that why Satan was acting so weird? After dinner, you headed to Levi's room.

"Hey Levi! I was wondering more about that game you were talking about? The catgirl one?"

Levi didn't even turn from his computer screen. "Yeah it's on that shelf. But if you really like the Magic Maid series you should start with Springtime Magic…AHHH HE'S RESPAWNED!" He yelled, ignoring you again for the game he was currently playing.

You grabbed the game and slipped out of his room quietly. Glancing at the cover you saw a cat girl dressed in a ridiculously short maid costume. Her ears and tail were perked up and she donned a black collar around her neck with a little bell and tag that read 'Master'.

You grinned as you headed to your room. This would be fun.

----

"Satan?" 

"Come in."

Satan turned the page in his book.  Thankfully after that disastrous night, you hadn't worn that headband again, though he'd be lying if he said the image from you that day hadn't been filling his mind as he jerked his cock each night.

He heard you step into the room, but you didn't say anything. Looking up, his jaw dropped.

You were dressed in a maid outfit somehow more revealing than the one from the game. Your breasts were practically popping out of the dress, and the short skirt barely covered your ass. He could see the slight bulge of your thighs over top of your sheer thigh-high socks and he had the urge to bite that spot over and over.

You had the cat ears on again and as you walked towards him, he could hear a jingling noise. Glancing at your neck he saw a simple black collar with his name on the tag and a silver bell. 

"MC what are you doing?" He breathed out shakily. You placed your hand on his chest, gently pushing him into his desk chair.

"Taking care of you…Master." You knelt down on the floor and looked at him expectantly. 

Satan blinked rapidly. He had to be dreaming. 

"Can I please you, Master?" You asked. He nodded, at a loss for words, and you began to unbutton his pants, freeing his rapidly hardening cock. Your hands wrapped around it squeezing, and you slowly moved up and down. Satan let out a groan.

You moved closer, pressing your lips to the tip of his cockhead before lapping at the beads of precum from the slit. You slid his length into your warm, wet mouth and looked into his eyes, swirling your tongue around his cock. This elicited another grunt from the blonde demon.

As you bobbed up and down on his length, he rested his hand on your hair, gently pushing you deeper on his cock. You moaned around him and the vibrations made his heart race. He looked down at you, and noticed the tail that led to under your skirt. 

The realization set a switch off in his brain. He bucked his hips, forcing more of his cock into your mouth.

"Ohhhh fuck. That's it kitten. You like choking on Master's cock?" He asked, his fingers gripping tightly to your hair. You could only gag around him as a response, and the noises you let out were absolutely sinful.

"Such a good little pet. Your throat is squeezing me so well, kitten. But you can go deeper, can't you? Don't you want to please your master?" He asked. 

Frantically you nodded and forced even more of him down your throat, trying your best to breathe out of your nose. As you tried to pull back, his grip tightened, holding you firmly in place. Your eyes watered as you felt his cock throb in your throat and your vision blurred, from tears or lack of oxygen, you weren’t sure. He pulled back and you gasped for air, tear streaked face looking up at him. Satan panicked, apologies already forming in his head before you grinned and pulled him back into your mouth.

“Fuuuuck, such a good kitten. Addicted to master’s cock.” Satan groaned out, his eyes closing as you found your pace on his length. He could feel his release creeping up on him, a fiery feeling in the core of him as your mouth enveloped his cock. The room filled with soft pants and the jingling of the bell around your neck. He met your eyes as you continued to take him deeper. He wouldn’t last much longer if you kept like this. 

“That’s it kitten, that’s it. You want master’s milk? Want your cute belly full of your master’s cum? Tell me, kitten.”

You whined around him, releasing his cock from your lips. 

“Please master. Need to please you. Want your cum.” Your eyes were glassy with tears and drool dripped down the corners of your plump lips. Satan wished he could snap a picture of you looking so lewd.

“Good girl. Milk my cock kitten. Milk my fucking cock.” He gasped as you sped up around him, sloppier and more vigorously than before. Spit coated your chin and spilled onto his thighs as you wrapped your tongue around his cock.

“FUCK! Fuck, just like that!! Oh fuck, cumming!! Take it all, kitten. Fucking take it.” Satan wailed, his muscles tensing as he shot load after load down your throat. You struggled to swallow everything, with some dripping off your lips. Breathing hard, he scooped it with his finger, pushing it back into your mouth.

“Don’t waste a drop kitten.”

You sucked on his finger, a content smile on your face. He reached down, tugging your wrists and pulling you to your feet.

“You didn’t think we were done, did you kitten? Oh no...I want to explore every little bit of you.” He whispered, bending you over his desk. Flipping up your skirt he admired as the tail slid into your ass and gently tugged it, pulling a low moan from you.

“Such a naughty kitten. I can’t wait to fill all your holes with my seed.” He said, his hand palming your ass, before smacking you hard. You jolted forward with a soft whimper. He tugged at your tail again, chuckling as you squeezed your thighs together.

“I’ve barely touched you and you’re already squirming.” His fingers pressed against your drooling cunt. “Already this wet, just from a few tugs on your tail? What a slutty little pet you are.”

You moaned as he pressed his fingers into your cunt, the slick arousal easily letting him into you. He slowly pumped in and out of you as you attempted to grind against his palm, whining when he gripped your hips, stilling you.

“Look at you, kitten. Debasing yourself just to get off. How filthy.” His voice was sadistic and yet your body trembled with desire under his touch. Your brain was hazy with his fingers rhythmically plunging into you and all you wanted was for him to use you for his pleasure. 

“Please Master. Please touch me.” You pleaded, squeezing your thighs together as he pulled his fingers out of you. He pushed you down on the desk, as he pressed his cockhead against your entrance.

“Beg.”

“Please fuck me master. Please let me cum around your cock. I need you so bad, sir – FUCK!”

Satan slammed his cock into you, causing you to cry out. His hand gripped your hip as he fucked himself deeper into you. 

“Scream as loud as you want kitten, no one is going to hear you through the spells in this room. You’re clenching around me so deliciously, pet.” His fingertips bruised your skin and papers and books were knocked off the desk as he slammed into you over and over.

Your body shook and you felt so full with his cock in your pussy and the plug in your ass. You felt stretched to your limit and still he pressed on, fucking you until you saw stars.

“I can feel the pressure of your tail plug through your delicious cunt, kitten. Doesn’t it feel good to be so full? You’re such a lewd little kitten, aren’t you?” As he taunted you with his words, his fingers danced around your clit, causing your legs to feel like they were giving out. Relentless, he continued pounding into you as tears fell from your eyes.

“So, so full. So good, master! Your cock is so perfect, Master.” you babbled, your brain delirious with lust. The fire burning in your core was so overwhelming, your body ached for more and you needed him, needed your master to push you over that peak.

Satan growled, feeling his demon form activate. His tail wrapped itself around your neck, holding you in place as he wrecked you.

“Your lewd little pussy is fluttering around my cock, kitten. Are you going to cum for me? Are you going to cum for your master’s cock?” He panted out. He was close, apparent as his thrusts became harder and faster.

“Yes please Master. Let me cum on your cock!” You choked out, his tail tightening around your throat. Your eyes fluttered as you felt back arch.

“Cum for me, pet.”

That was all it took. You wailed as your cunt clenched around him, creaming around his cock. Your body convulsed and you felt dazed as you gushed around him. 

“Fuck, kitten!” He groaned out. His hand slammed you down as he unloaded into you. He was so deep, you could practically feel his cum in your belly as he shot ropes of his hot seed into your body over and over. After what felt like a lifetime, he slowly slid out of you.

Picking you up he delicately placed you on his bed, wiping aways the traces of cum that dripped onto your thighs. He gently worked your tail plug out and placed it on the desk before covering you with his sheets. 

“You did so good for me, kitten.” He whispered into your skin. Your eyes were too heavy to open, so you just smiled sleepily and curled into his chest. Running his hand through your hair, he undid the cat ear clips and placed them on his nightstand before succumbing to exhaustion, his whispered words barely audible.

“Good little pet.”

[baecvlt]

Stalker Nagito Komaeda x Milf!Reader

this was requested via my twitter:

“Hey! i’ve seen your works and I’m in love. Can I request smut where a stalker Nagito Komaeda becomes obsessed with a milf reader who moves into the neighborhood who’s like a dom in bed and ya know just large bust and taller than him. Thank youuu🤍”

a/n: ofc. but I have my own idea of a dom which i’ll use involving certain things (heed warnings)

warnings: he is so obviously a virgin in this, degradation, slight masochism, asphyxiation, spit, also Nagito calls the reader mommy (side note: nagito is in his early 20s in this, he lives alone. age of reader isn’t specified BUT I say she’s in her late 20s/early 30s)

• • •

It was a bright day...which Nagito despised. It was summer. He hated the sun, hated the mosquitoes, and the unnecessary humidity. It was days like these he wishes he was back at his university dorm. The A/C, the tall tree covering his window and blocking the sun...it was perfect. Hell, he didn’t even hate classes. Yet, he couldn’t live in the dorms forever. When it came time to buy a home, he stupidly did so in fall, moved in during the winter.

Well, no shit the home seemed perfect then. It wasn’t fucking summer. His A/C decided to break, his windows has a great view of the sun, and most of his friends were out of town (all except Hajime, but Hajime is fucking boring and a bummer). Nagito sat on his couch, watching reruns of old tv shows. He took a sip from his nearby glass (cold water), suddenly hearing sounds of what appeared to be a loading van. He looked outside his window.

A moving van?

Right, that one old man who lived there passed away. Freak accident, by the way. Oh well, may he rest in peace. Meanwhile, Nagito was being himself and trying to see who it was. Pretty much, the dude was being nosy. He saw another car pull up. That must’ve been the family’s car. Out jumped 3 kids, what appeared to be 2 girls and 1 boy. An adult stepped out. Nagito decided he’d get a better look at the situation. He put on his shirt, black jeans, and his green hood.

He was “going for a walk”.

Without being noticed, he made his way to the other side of the street. It was a woman, she was taking boxes out of the truck. The minute Nagito saw her it was if he was stricken by Cupid’s arrow. She was tall and beautiful. Her skin complimented her hair and her legs, he couldn’t take his eyes off them. Her breasts...he needed to stop—

“Hi!”

She was in front of him, a warm and inviting smile on her face. “H-Hi,” he muttered. She didn’t hear him well, so it helped that he waved. “I’m new in the neighborhood. We just moved in,” she added, putting the box down. She stuck her hand out, going for a handshake. He shook her hand, her warm hand against his cold ones. Why are his hands always cold? “I see,” he responded, getting his shit together,“I’m Nagito Komaeda. I live across the street”. She introduced herself and complimented his house.

“What a lovely home. I hope the neighborhood is just as lovely”

“It should be. It’s pretty quiet. There’s not many families here. Say, can I help you pack?”

“You’re too sweet! I’d really appreciate it”

He helped take all the boxes in her home, helping load a couch too, and help with other large objects. They finished in 9 hours, taking a majority of the day. “Thanks for helping out, Nagito”. She made a lemonade, handing him a glass.

“Don’t mention it! Also, thank you”

One of the kids ran in the living room where they sat on the couch. He gasped when he saw Nagito. “Mommy! That man looks dead!!!”. Nagito smiled, but his mom was not amused. “Michael! Apologize..”. The kid kept smiling and said,“Sorry!”. He ran to another room. “I’m so sorry,” she muttered. Nagito shook his head.

“Hey, I’m rather malnourished”

“Ha. On an unrelated topic, are you hungry? I could make us something”

“Oh, I shouldn’t linger any longer. I wouldn’t want to disturb your husband”

She laughed. “I know you mean no harm, but I’m not married,” she added. “Oh,” Nagito muttered,“I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean it in any way”. She shook her head and reassured him it was fine. “Sit, Nagito,” she pulled out a chair,“I’m not letting you refuse having dinner with us. Especially since you were such help”. She rubbed his back before heading back into the kitchen to begin cooking.

She made him a bowl of pasta, adding chicken on the side. Nagito was quite happy. He hadn’t eaten a good meal in so long. Her kids didn’t eat at the table, but on the counter. Meanwhile, she ate with Nagito. Just as Nagito thought he couldn’t grow fonder of her, he did just that. All she did was let him talk about himself.

“Jesus, I’m sorry about your parents? How are you keeping yourself afloat with university and expenses?”

“Academic scholarships”

“Wow, you’re such a smart boy”

The way she phrased it made him flustered. “Thank you for the meal, ma’am,” he muttered,“I haven’t eaten like this in who knows how long”. She smiled tenderly, picking up his empty plate. “Seconds?”. He shook his head.

“No, thank you. I’m already so full”

“I’m glad. You know, there’s always a meal for you in store if you can do me a favor”

“What’s that?”

“My oldest daughter has her final test this week. You think you can help her study? I’ll make you a nice, warm meal every time you come over”

Nagito thought about it. He would also have time around her. Plus, she wasn’t a bad cook. “Of course, I look forward to it,” he told her. “Lovely”. He got up and excused himself to go home. “It was nice having you over, Nagito,” she said softly. He could tell she was getting sleepy. When people are tired, Nagito has noticed that their tone is rather sheepish. She walked him to the door, ruffling his hair playfully and he blushed. “Goodnight, neighbor”.

“Goodnight, you”

Before he left, she stopped him and handed him a paper: (xxx) xxx-xxxx ♡

“Call me when you get home so I have your number saved. Then, I can call you when my daughter, Vanessa, needs help. Take care, okay?”

He nodded.

She closed the door, his thoughts racing on his way home. He picked up some things about her, things she didn’t even tell him. He went home and opened a notebook, writing all of it down. He called her and she answered, her voice as sweet as when he left (only sleepier). “Hello?”. His breath was heavy without realizing it as he spoke. “H-Hey, you told me to call you,” he breathed,“It’s Nagito...Komaeda”

“Oh, hey, angel! I’m not interrupting anything am I?”

“What? No, it’s all good— why’d you think so?”

“You sound like you need to catch your breath, but anyway, thanks for calling me. I’ve saved your number now”

“Oh, great! Well, if that’s all, I’ll let you go to bed now”

“It was. Goodnight, Nagito”

“G-Goodnight”

He hung up, flustered more than ever as he continued to jot down his thoughts on paper. The next day, he woke up at 6am to wait in his car. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but he couldn’t help it. At around 7:41am, his front neighbor and kids headed for their car. Nagito, who had taken a light nap in the driver’s seat, was awoken by the car starting. He waited for the car to drive away just slightly past his house to start his own car, slowly tailing behind her.

He dropped her kids off at the nearby elementary. She got off, kissed them on their forehead (all minus the eldest, who walked swiftly through the gates). Seeing how she cared for them made Nagito feel bad, but all he did was brush that feeling off. Next, he followed her through her daily. As he did, his notes from last night echoed through his mind, adding new detail.

“She works at an office not everyday She doesn’t have allergies but is sensitive to dust Red seems to be her favorite color but always in a darker shade Her daughter is around 10 years old She isn’t vegan but enjoys almond milk Maybe has an issues with abandonment but I can’t assume that either She buys many apples but not the same amount of bananas at the store so maybe she only eats the bananas—”

Just more to add to his notebook.

He got home before she did, writing down what he had learned. His phone rang about an hour later of him getting home. He picked it up,“Hello?”. “Nagito, hi!”. It was her. He started having a mini-panic attack, because why would she be calling him? “H-Hey, how are you?”

“I’m doing alright. I was wondering if you could come over and tutor Vanessa”

Oh, thank god.

“Yes, of course. I’ll be down there right now”

“Great. See you then!”

He was relieved, heading to her home happily. He knocked on the door. When she opened it, she did so with the same warm smile as yesterday. “Thank you for coming over,” she said,“She’s in her room”. Nagito nodded, freezing when she grabbed his hand and took him to the room. Her touch was so soft, noted. They got to the room, where a girl was reading a book on a desk. “Nessa?”. The girl turned around.

“Nagito is going to be here for a few hours to help you out with homework and studying. He’s really smart, so pay attention and be respectful”

“Okay, mom”

She nodded, squeezing Nagito’s shoulder before leaving. Nagito approached the girl, she took her things out. Before he could speak, she stopped him. “Please don’t call me ‘Nessa’,” she whispered,“It’s bad enough my mom does, but not you, Please”.

“Don’t worry. I wasn’t planning on referring to you at all”

“Bastard”

“Nessa”

“I guess I walked right into that one”

Nagito laughed, grabbing a chair and sitting next to her. Her work wasn’t what he expected. Is this what they’re teaching kids now? He could’ve sworn he hadn’t seen this type of stuff until he hit middle school. It wasn’t anything he couldn’t do, but damn. All in all, tutoring went well. Vanessa actually learned something today. “Good job!,” he said. “Thank you,” she smiled and hugged him,“I felt so stupid”.

“Hey, its okay not to understand things”

Her mom walked in. “Dinner’s ready”. Vanessa got up and went to the kitchen. “How’d it go?,” she asked Nagito. “Went well, she gets the math now,” he answered. She smiled, thanking him for his help and asking him to join them for dinner. He’d be foolish not to, so he accepted the invite.

Fish tacos were served tonight with rice and beans, another lemonade made. It was different than anything Nagito had ever had, but that doesn’t equate to bad. He actually enjoyed the meal. The kids sat at the main table today, much more respectful than yesterday. “Michael how was school?”. He put a thumbs up, getting back to eating. “And Adrianna?”. She looked up from her meal and shrugged. “What’s wrong?”.

“I’m tired, but class was okay”

“Oh, okay. When you’re done, just take a quick shower and get to bed”

“Thanks”

Nagito thought it was endearing. Seeing how understanding and loving she was, it was refreshing. The kids all eventually left, Nagito finishing his meal. “Did you like it?”. He looked at her, nodding. “Great! Seconds?”.

“Full again. I don’t usually eat, but your food is always so good”

“Oh, you’re just saying things...”

“No, really! Thank you”

He said his goodbyes to the family, walking back home. It was as if he was falling for this woman more and more everyday. He went to sleep, this time dreaming of her. He never dreams, but this time he dreamt she was on her knees for him. Then, nothing else. It was as if his dream teased him.

The next morning, he woke up to some knocking on the door. He looked at the time. 8:23am. He put on a pair of jeans and his shirt, walking to his door. He opened it and there she stood, wearing a black dress and red heels. He assumed she had work and needed a favor before going. “Good morning,” he said.

“Were you following me yesterday?”

Shit.

“I, uh...,” he didn’t know what to answer. He was indeed following her yesterday. He also liked her, so if he straight up said that he was to following her, it’d ruin things. His face was glowing a shade of pink to a slight red as he thought of the right answer. He was still stumbling over his words. “I think it’s kinda cute,” she added. The fuck? “Huh?”. She pushed him inside the house, closing and locking the door behind him. “When a boy follows someone around, it’s because he wants something,” she added, but her tone was so sultry,“Well, Nagito—”. She pushed him onto the couch, leaning in front of him with her hands on his chest.

“—What do you want?”

None of what was happening felt real. Nagito couldn’t find the words to express what exactly he wanted. This was the first time he’d ever been in a situation like this, it wasn’t a bad one either. He began to panic when she straddled him. “Could it be that you wanted me?,” she asked. He frantically nodded and she laughed as she locked her lips with his. He gasped against her lips, kissing back. She slowly trailed her kisses down to his neck, cupping his jaw while grinding on his lap. Nagito moaned, his shaky hands grabbing her ass. She grabbed his hands and put them away from her. “It’s cute that you’re getting this carried away”.

“I’m sorry”

“No time to apologize. Get on your knees for mommy”

Nagito was about to lose his mind when she said that, but he obeyed. Her presence was domineering as he stood on his knees against his carpeted floor. She spread her legs, noticing Nagito desperately trying to get a look. Her red heel stopped him, stepping on his head lightly. “Am I teasing you?,” she asked,“It’s okay to be honest”.

“Y-You are, but its okay. I want to be teased by you”

“You’re adorable,” she took her heel off his head,“Let’s go to your room”.

He practically ran to his bed. He sat and waited patiently. She entered the room, heading to his bed. She began to take off his shirt, admiring his frame. She then unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. He kicked them off and sat down. She sat next to him. “Give me your hands”. She held them, frowning slightly. “Boo, they’re so cold,” she teased,“I’ll warm them up for you”. Carefully, she grabbed his left hand, putting his middle and ring finger in her mouth. She licked to his fingertips, leaving him tense and speechless. She stopped and smiled at him.

“This is your first time, isn’t it?”

He nodded shyly. “Don’t be shy,” she said,“I’m going to guide you, but I’m also going to have my fun”. He gulped, nodded. She stood up and removed her dress. She wore a lacy black bra and panties. She brought his hands to her breasts, allowing him to fondle them. They were huge in his hands. “You like them, baby?”. “Y-Yes,” he muttered,“Can you, uh, take....the bra off?”. He was ashamed when asking, he felt desperate. She smiled and nodded, unhooking it and allowing the bra to fall to the ground. He gasped at the sight of her tits, grabbing them. She straddled him.

“Do you know what to do with them?”

He nodded, rubbing one and sucking the other. She moaned sweetly, grinding on his lap. He popped his mouth off them. That was when she took the opportunity to knock him onto the bed. She began to make out with him, shoving his tongue down her throat. They lay sideways. Her hand was on his neck, slightly choking him. He couldn’t resist but try to grind on her lap. She laughed. “Look at you,” she mocked,“Humping my leg like a desperate little puppy”. She didn’t let him speak, sitting up and pushing him back down. “I’m going to give you what you want,” she whispered in his ear,“Take your cock out”.

He was nervous as he did, hands shaky. She blushed a bit at his size. “It’s so big,” she said, straddling him,“I’m going to have my way with it”. “Please, do what you want to me,” he begged,“Abuse me, please”. She didn’t speak, sinking down on it. Nagito gasped, she was extremely wet. She began to bring her hips up and land straight down on it, repeatedly. She put her hands around his throat, now being rougher. Nagito gasped for air, grabbing her hands.

That was a mistake.

“Hands down,” she ordered, striking him across the face. “Sorr-”. He was slapped once again. “Only speak when you’re spoken to”. He nodded as his stomach began to cave in. His cock twitched each time she slapped him, making her moan. She leaned forward, capturing his earlobe between her teeth. He winced, his hands tangling in the sheets. He felt as though his entire body was blushing.

“You’re so sensitive there”

She teased him, kissing the skin and nibbling. His hips involuntarily snapped upward, making her whine. “You’re so desperate, baby,” she laughed,“it’s so cute”. He could feel her warmth running along his cock. He bit into his hand, trying to stop himself from cumming inside her. It worked, but she didn’t like him doing that. She grabbed his hands and kissed them.

“Don’t hurt yourself, put them right here”

She placed them on her boobs. He watched them bounce up and down, grabbing them gently. His rather large hands seemed small on her tits. He was extremely flushed. He took them off her and placed them on her hips. “Open your mouth”. He lay back more and did as he was told. She leaned forward, grabbing his jaw again as she spit into it and kissed him. He moaned when she did, his urges getting the best to him and thrusting upward. He hit her cervix every time, causing her to produce the sweetest and sluttiest of moans. Her walls tightened around him and now he was whining. “Are you gonna cum, honeybun?,” she asked.

“Y-Yes..”

“Where do you wanna cum?”

“I wanna cum...everywhere. I want it. I want it so bad. I wanna cum inside and on your tits, on your ass, y-your face..mouth. Please let me cum, mommy”

She motivated him, riding him harder. “Come on, Nagito,” she whispered,“Cum for mommy. Cum all the way inside her”. He lost his mind after that, groaning as he shot his load(s) inside her. He was still inside her as he tried catching his breath. She rubbed his chest, shushing him. “Good boy, you did so well,” she cooed,“Such a good boy.” He was covering his face, embarrassed and still hard. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?,” she asked. He shook his head, thinking,“Not rough enough”. He whined when she got off, revealing he was still erect. She noticed.

“You wanna go again, baby? Kids don’t leave school till 2:30. We have time for an extra fuck”

“C-Can I?”

“Yes, dummy”

She let Nagito choose how to fuck her. He wanted missionary, mostly because he craved intimacy and she did not disappoint. She kissed and praised him, telling him he was good. She held onto him the whole time and cuddled him afterwards. Nagito felt so special, he felt loved. “I can come over when I don’t have work,” she said,“Would you like that?”.

“I’d love that actually”

“You make me happy, Nagito. I could stay here and cuddle all day”

“I feel so lucky”

He yawned, looking at the clock. “Its 10,” he told her. She nuzzled his chest, humming. “Mmmm, let’s take a small nap,” she whispered,“Okay?”. “Okay”. He kissed the top of her head and held her to him, slowly joining her in slumber.