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screamingcrows · 17 days ago

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Snezhnaya's most controversial scientific publication

Tags/warnings: nsfw in the way a national geographic documentary is, absolute crack, segment incest, near noncon, non graphic violence mention, implied cannibalism

Note: I feel like an absolute mad lad. Please read the appendix as well guys.

Minors do not interact

"The Jester requested that I make public some of my research to dismiss concerns among the populace - a ridiculous demand."

"But, Doctor, we can't just.. Do we even have anything that wouldn't be dangerous?"

What was The Jester thinking? To make such a demand during an already busy period.

Dottore waved a dismissive hand, clearly having to restrain himself from letting further venom into his words, "We do not. Which is why you are relieved of your duties for the next week. Figure something out. I don't care about the contents, make it harmless and get it published."

You blinked at him, well aware that you must look like a fish struggling to breathe. With a tight jaw, you lowered your head in acceptance, already mourning all the extra hours you'd have to put in to catch up next week.

Well. If he doesn't care, why not make it interesting? As The Regrator said; sex sells.

Courtship and mating behaviours observed in Duplicare Dottorensis

Note that full taxonomic classification remains unclear as the class this species belongs to remains a heated topic for debate. The scientific community is in agreeance that the species belongs to one of the classes within the phylum 'chordata'.

Though asexual reproduction is speculated to occur most frequently - the exact process has yet to be observed, but bears some resemblance to that of some single celled organisms - fully matured individuals have been seen partaking in behaviour interpreted as courting.

As this species is rumored to exhibit an unrivalled level of variety in the strategies they employ to secure a mate, this study aimed to monitor a population and document every observed strategy. By doing so, the authors hope to quell the countless rumors currently circulating and causing unrest.

By employing a variety of techniques including, but not limited to; usage of subdetection units, combing through historical records, eye-witness accounts, and catching and marking select individuals, this document attempts to provide a detailed account of behavior associated with sexual reproduction.

Pacify with food

A younger segment, around the age at which The Doctor was still a student (~20), was watched closely for three days after exhibiting a strange shift in behavior. During feeding time, he would sneak off to the kitchens and, while staff was unaware, pocket scraps and spares of various foods. Strangely enough, he seemed to gravitate towards dishes that wouldn't require utensils, but instead take a bit of time to prepare and eat (various fruits that would have to first be peeled seemed to be a preference, although desserts also held his interest).

On the third day, he spent nearly two hours trying to wrap the bounty up neatly, cursing the entire time. Once satisfied with the - in our opinion rather crude - wrapping, he singled out Prime's partner going about their routine and approached carefully. Once he was within range and had their attention, he placed down the 'gift' and gave it a little kick before backing off. While they were opening it, he continued to hover around them, preferring to stay behind while continuously checking how far with unwrapping they were.

When he finally gained the courage to shorten the distance, the gift was fully unwrapped and inspected, yet they made no move to start eating. This seemed to cause the young individual a great amount of discomfort as he promptly turned and fled the room. (1)

Non-violent display of physical prowess

Another, slightly older (~25), segment exhibits drastically increased confidence compared to the younger version. By employing bribery and coercion, this version (believed to have been created to emulate the mindset of The Doctor shortly after attaining his title) recruited several other segments, all younger than himself, and spent about a week putting them through rigorous training.

This took place in a secluded room, often during the late evening or at night, and would go on for about two hours per session. We were lucky enough to have already installed a surveillance device in this room, meaning we had access to large amounts of video material (send an inquiry to The Doctor if you wish to gain access).

The segment of interest would instruct the younger ones to accompany him in an elaborate routine with his weapon, seemingly having them act as 'backing' to further highlight his superiority. The youngest of the group would be seated atop a table and simply observe, possibly standing in for the role of a prospective mate. (2)

Rough displays of physical prowess

As it quickly turned out, the above display is only utilised by a minority of the segments at that age. By far, the most frequently observed behaviour among segments of The Doctor's early days as a harbinger would be attempting to establish dominance.

While segments frequently engage in discussions and even loud arguments, these had a tendency to derail - sometimes to the point of violence - in the presence of Prime's partner.

During our period of monitoring, a total of 27 heated arguments took place in the presence of Prime's partner with all of them devolving to personal insults, 15 to minor acts of violence, and two of them escalating to the point of both segments being deactivated temporarily to undergo repairs. (3)

Occasionally, older segments were prone to display this behavior as well, but preferred to argue with Prime instead of fellow segments. This made for an interesting discovery, as younger segments would use these periods of distraction to attempt sneakily approaching Prime's partner. By keeping an eye on the argument taking place, the younger segments could time their attempted courtship and escape before neither Prime nor the older segment could discover what was happening. (4)

The impersonal approach

While only a single segment was observed to display this behaviour, it was still deemed essential to include due to the objective of this paper as well as the particular segment's relative importance.

The Omega segment, recognised as the most arrogant segment (and seeing himself as superior to the rest, the bastard) took a much more subdued approach to courting Prime's partner. During the daytime, Omega let himself into Prime's quarters - the author managed to sneak in behind him - and searched around for a brief moment.

Once he'd located a drawer of interest, Omega proceeded to rid himself of the lower half of his outfit, revealing (to the author's surprise) what appeared to be a fully functioning reproductive organ. Even more surprising were the subsequent actions, as Omega then detached this part, gave it a quick rinse, and placed it in the drawer.

Looking awfully satisfied with himself, the segment left Prime's quarters. The content of the drawer were confirmed to be a selection of toys. (5)

The unapologetic approach

Interestingly, segments older than Omega displayed the same levels of detachment from the copulation itself, but adopted a more direct approach to guarantee their succes.

This culminated in a confrontation when a segment assessed as middle-aged brought Prime's partner into the vivisection room. The segment in question had been observed tinkering with a vial of milky fluid and a device for automated injection, likely its own design.

Upon leading Prime's partner inside, the usually mild-tempered segment proceeded to forcefully restrain the other, strapping them down on the table. (At this point, the author was following events closely and alerted Prime).

The segment stripped Prime's partner and proceeded to carefully disinfect their abdomen while seemingly debating if a sedative was necessary. Upon picking up the delivery for injection and letting the sharp tip rest against their skin, the segment was interrupted by Prime breaking open the door.

Though no harm came to his partner, the segment received a rough scolding and was promptly sent to Liyue to check on a minor operation there. (6)

Minimal risk approach

The most baffling display was, by far, the strategy employed by some of the older segments. At first, their behaviour was written off as irrelevant to this study, but a chance discovery unveiled their cunning scheme.

During or after the fights between younger segments, described earlier, these segments would single out ones that looked interested in joining the fight but hadn't, or approach the loser afterwards. Under a false guise of kindness, they would then offer to teach the younger segment how to approach Prime's partner, claiming that they themselves "weren't interested, but sees no reason to not help".

This would in nearly all instances end in some form of sexual activity during which the older segment would discreetly tinker with the other segment's leyline connection. To figure out the purpose of this, one of the older segments were approached and questioned on the topic.

Apparently, the process finetunes the connection between the two segments, allowing for a period of time where they can - if they've discovered how to access it - feel on their own body what happens to the other. This usually lasts around a week, and the older segment will then sit back and simply wait. If the younger segment manages to engage in mating with Prime's partner, the older segment will be able to feel every part of the pleasure, while risking none of the repercussions of being discovered by Prime. (7)

Long term investment

Though initially outside the scope of this study, it was impossible to avoid observing Prime himself interacting with his partner. As such, it was decided that his behaviour would serve as an interesting reference, as he is the sum over time of the segments.

Prime is, perhaps unsurprisingly, much more relaxed about courting his partner, likely because he does not feel threatened by the segments. Still, it was noted that Prime would at times discard his work to enter his private workspace. Upon leaving, he would head straight for their shared quarters before returning to his scheduled work again.

When questioned, his partner immediately realised what I was referring to and invited me into their quarters (stating that they found it humorous to include Prime in this). Upon entry, they began showing off various gadgets, drawings, and trinkets, some of them elaborate and others of a simpler nature, stating that they could hardly mention any contraption that would make their life easier without Prime returning with it a few days later.

They also showed decorative pieces made by Prime as well as a few pieces of jewellery, explaining that his hands were always busy with something, and that often resulted in little gifts. Interestingly, the vast majority of these gifts wouldn't be announced by him, but simply placed where his partner would notice, and when questioned, he usually just shrugs. (8)

Conclusion

Though many different strategies for courting were observed, it still remains unclear if they are constrained to different ages. Setting up such experiments would be the next logical step.

If this is representative of how Prime courted at different stages of his life, then the author would love to know how on Teyvat he managed to land a partner???

Declaration of conflict of interest

The author of this paper is employed by The Doctor but ensures he had no influence on data collection, analysis, or writing. Furthermore, the author is aware of their bias regarding segment Omega (take the credit for my findings one more time, and I'll break that artificial dick of yours).

Appendix

(1) In many species of arachnids, the male risks being cannibalised when approaching a female to mate. For this reason, he brings a nupital gift, most often consisting of food in hopes of distracting the female while he mounts her. Some males will stuff their woven packages with not only food, but inedible scraps as well, to increase the size. There are examples (Latrodectus hasselti) where the male will willingly wriggle in front of the female to tempt her into eating him. This supposedly increases his paternity compared to males that don't sacrifice themselves. (2) The blue manakin (Chiroxiphia caudata) performs a courtship dance for the female. The male is backed by several younger males (they jump over each other on branches while moving sideways) and does various movements to display his health. The dance ends with the male swooping over to the female where he waits for her decision. The birds spend a good amount of time on practice, and will have a young male stand in for a female during these trial runs. It's incredibly fun to watch videos of. (3) Members of the Cervidae (deer) family have bucks going through ruts, during which they become increasingly aggressive. While fighting over females, the bucks will occasionally get their antlers stuck - either in its surroundings or tangled with another buck's antlers - in cases where the buck is unable to free themselves, they may starve. (4) Mirounga spp. (elephant seals) employ 'sneaky' behaviour during breeding seasons. An alpha male will establish a territory to protect and lure females in to establish a harem. Smaller beta males will often wander around along the edges of these territories and observe the alpha. A beta male might attempt to fight the alpha for the rights to the territory, and during this time, younger males might sneak past the two fighting to mate. The beta male will also sometimes wait for the alpha to be busy copulating and then try his luck in the other end of the territory. (5) Argonauta spp. (paper nautili, a genus of octupuses) has a funky way of mating. Males are around a tenth of the size of a female and only capable of mating once in their life. They approach the female, inserting a specialised arm (hectocotylus) into the female (the pallial cavity) and then proceeds to detach the arm from his own body. Fun facts; when the hectocotylus was originally observed in females, it was assumed to be a parasitic worm. Live males have yet to be observed in the wild. (6) Some beetles, such as the Hydrophilidae family (water scavenger beetles) will mount a female and pierce her abdomen with his reproductive organ. In this particular family of beetles, the female must consent and lower herself, but that is not the case for all beetles. (7) Drakaea glyptodon, along with many other orchids, have developed a distinct leaf known as the 'labellum' (commonly called the 'lip') to better attract pollinators. This labellum is specifically modified to resemble females of the orchid's selected pollinator (in this case a species of thynid wasp). Most orchids have few or just a single pollinator (there's a cool example of an orchid whose pollinator is extinct and we only know it from the shape of the labellum, the plant is Ophrys apifera has since developed self-pollination but retains the labellum). Once an insect has been lured to attempt mating with the labellum and thus lands on the orchid, some pollen will be slapped onto it and it then carries that pollen along to the next orchid that tricks it into landing. (8) Members of the family Ptilonorhynchidae (bowerbirds) construct elaborate structures to impress a female. These bowers will also be decorated using a plethora of items, all of them carefully selected based on colour preference of the individual species. Items typically include fruits, stones, shells, flowers, and feathers. Some species have also been observed to place these items in a way that essentially creates an optical illusion, making the male and his crafted bower appear larger and more impressive.

#okay guys I'm aware that no one asked for this but I just had to do it #I wish this had required more research than it actually did #yeah i'm back to teach you guys some fucking biology with the help of your favourite silly scholar #anyway imagine once prime hears the news and finds out exactly what his trusted assistant decided to publish #but to be fair; it's his fault for not paying attention or demanding peer review #and imagine being prime's partner when he finds out that you sold him out and revealed his soft tendencies lmao #il dottore #dottore #fatui harbingers #genshin impact fanfic #genshin fanfic #crow with a pen #as always divider is @/cafekitsune

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lodeddiperactivate · 1 year ago

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I hate you more! Part 2 | Rodrick Heffley x Reader

Part 1, Part 3, Part 4

Summary: Reader sabotages Rodrick's chances with Heather. A classic enemies to lovers!

Rodrick has been acting weird all day, and by weird, entirely quiet. You were worried he found out about your plan and was mad (even hurt) at what you did so you thought he was ignoring you on purpose. When lunchtime rolled around, you did not expect anything, more importantly, you did not expect Rodrick pushing through with asking Heather out. To your surprise, he still did, and it was indeed embarassing!

The cafeteria was chaotic with all the students sitting down and eating with their own cliques. You were sitting with Heather and the girls, and were talking about the upcoming English test by the end of the week, when all of a sudden you heard a high pitched noise as if someone was plugging something to the school sound system. You turned around to see Rodrick and his merry band of losers, the Loded Diper, setting up their music equipment. Your eyes lit up when you see Rodrick with a bunch of roses in one hand and a nervous look. Your gaze went from him to Heather, and a faint smirk appeared on your face.

Rodrick began on a not so great start because his microphone probably wasn't plugged in correctly, a screeching noise echoed throughout the entire cafeteria, gathering everyone's attention.

"Heather Hills," he began. Heather looked at him with fear as to what Rodrick will do or say next.

"Ever since we had Math class a few grades back, I knew," Rodrick had started walking towards our table.

"I knew that we," he stopped at our table, in front of Heather, handing her the roses, which Heather ignored so Rodrick decided to put it down the table.

"We were meant for each other," Rodrick breathed deeply and there was a pause. No one was sure if he was waiting for Heather to respond.

"1, 2, 3, 4, Ohh ohhh ohhh ohhh," then Rodrick started singing (badly) Justin Beiber's Baby.

"Are we an item? Girl, quit playin' (Yo, uh-huh) We're just friends, what are you sayin'? (Yo, uh-huh) Said, "There's another" and looked right in my eyes."

By this point, everyone was singing along with Rodrick despite his total lack of tune. Maybe they were singing because he was such a dork or maybe because they were making fun of him. Who knows? All you knew was that you were delighted when Heather, obviously furious, stormed out of the cafeteria. But just before she walked out the double doors, she passed by Rodrick and said, "As if! Loser!"

The entire cafeteria's laughter was deafening. A few grade schoolers, one of which was Rodrick's little brother, was laughing with his friend and everyone else. Rodrick seemed lost and his pained expression almost made you feel sorry for him. He looked over at you and you prepare yourself for a confrontation, but he didn't. He simply walked out of the cafeteria, leaving his band mates behind. Yup, that confirms it, you're the worst person in the world.

First period after lunch, Rodrick was nowhere to be seen. Your teacher announced that he had to go home because he wasn't "feeling well." Yup, that made you feel worse about what you did.

Heather told you how embarassing it was and how he was a complete loser. You tried your best to defend him, but in Heather's case, it was indeed embarassing. Rodrick may be a good drummer but definitely not the best at singing. You said you had second-hand embarassment when he was singing, and Heather and the others laughed. This made you feel worse that you decided you're going to visit him and apologize after school.

You had declined Heather's offer to hangout after school, saying you have to study for the English test, which you will. But first, a peace offering, you were planning to buy him some kind of band shirt but there's no way you were gonna spend that much on him. Besides, he started it. This had all played out in your head, and you were trying to convince yourself that this was not your fault and that Rodrick started all of this. In the end and after much deliberation, you decided to buy him Red Bull from a convenience store because well, this was what you can afford.

Three firm knocks on the Heffley's residence door before Mrs. Heffley opened the door.

"Oh hello sweetie, may I help you?"

"Oh hello Mrs. Heffley, I'm Y/N. I'm one of Rodrick's classmates and also your new neighbor." You paused, not sure how to ask about Rodrick. "I was wondering if Rodrick is feeling any better?"

"Ahhh," she said inquisitively, as if she knows something? "Yes yes, the L/Ns, please come in."

You thanked her and stepped inside the Heffley residence. His younger brother, Greg, was in the living room playing video games and you waved at him as a form of greeting. You haven't been officially introduced but you were glad he waved back.

"So Rodrick is up in his room and would not come out since he got home a few hours ago," she paused before continuing. "Something about a stomach ache?"

"Rodrick's just mad because he embarassed himself in front of the whole school!" Greg shouted from the living room.

"Greg! That's not a nice thing to say!"

"But it's the truth, she was there," and Greg pointed at you. You tried to avoid their gazes and simply say, "It was an eventful day indeed, for everyone." You paused, for quite some time actually. "May I see Rodrick now?"

"Ah yes, go ahead upstairs."

"Thank you, Mrs. Heffley."

Rodrick's room was in the attic. You knocked a couple of times. The first few knocks, silence. The next few knocks, you heard him shout "Go away". You decided to not say anything because if he knew it was you, there was no chance in hell he would open the door. The next few knocks after that, you heard footsteps.

"Mom, I told you I'm not feeling-"

"Hi," you said timidly.

Rodrick slammed the door on your face. You rolled your eyes, this was not the first time he did that. You knocked again. Silence. You knocked a couple more times.

"What do you want?" He said from the other side of the door.

"I brought Red Bull."

"I don't want it." He said. You thought about what you were going to say next.

"Uhmm so have you studied for our English test this week?"

"What?"

"The English test. Have you studied yet?" By this time, the door creaked open, and Rodrick's head poked out.

"Is this a trick question?"

"No," you said firmly. How is this a trick question? Maybe you just lost his trust in every possible sense.

"Then, why did you ask me about a test when you have knowingly destroyed my life on purpose?!" He said as he swung the door open while walking up the stairs to his actual bedroom. Guessed this was your invitation to come in.

You closed the door behind you and walked up the few flight of stairs into his attic room. It was a typical guy's bedroom, messy and unorderly. You weren't sure where you were gonna sit down so you just stand there while he plopped himself on his bed, clothes everywhere.

"I'm sorry okay."

"Is this because of that time I slammed the door in your face?"

"Maybe."

"Wow!"

"I already said I'm sorry!" You were frustrated because you kept reminding yourself that he started this. Yes, it was a bit petty to embarass him in front of everyone at school because he had slammed the door in your face or that his band was being too loud on a Sunday morning, but majority of what happened was still his fault - or at least you tried to convince yourself that it was. It was his idea to sing in front of everyone with that voice. You sigh in defeat. You threw the Red Bull at him and it landed hard on his chest.

"Ow! What'd you do that for?"

"You deserved it," you murmur under your breath but Rodrick heard you.

"Listen here, little Miss Perfect..." Rodrick stood up walking towards you but just as he was to finish his sentence, both of you heard the door knob twist and footsteps walking up the stairs.

"Wazzup kids, what're yall talking about?" Mrs. Heffley said in her best attempt to speak what she thought was teenage "lingo".

"Hello Mrs. Heffley, we were just...talking about..."

"Our English test!" Rodrick finished your sentence.

"Ohhhh" Mrs. Heffley was surprised Rodrick would engage in anything academic.

"Yes, I was handing Rodrick some of my notes."

"Oh that's right, you won first place at the spelling bee in your previous school, right?"

"Oh yes," how the hell did she know that?

"I ran into your parents the other day at the supermarket. You know, it would be very helpful if you can tutor Rodrick with his English."

You and Rodrick both looked at each other.

"Oh no, I can't. I'm not that qualified."

"Yeah Mom, she's not. The spelling bee she won was probably just a fluke anyway."

"Rodrick, that's not nice!"

"No worries, Mrs. Heffley. What I meant by not qualified is that no one is. Rodrick is untutorable," you said as you pointed a finger at Rodrick to which he flicked.

"Yeah well, at least I don't spend my entire life trying to be someone I'm not just so that people will like me!" Rodrick responded by pointing a finger at you.

"Yeah well, at least I had won something in my life."

"A spelling bee? Please!"

"At least, I didn't made a fool of myself in front of the entire school because I was too dumb to realize something."

At this point, the intensity of the gazes between you and Rodrick would burn a whole in the moon.

"Alright alright, Y/N, it would be such a huge help if you can tutor Rodrick," Mrs. Heffley started to appeal to you but you had made up your mind, that is until...

"I'll pay you $100 a week!"

"What?! Pay me $100 a week to study instead!" Rodrick exclaimed.

"Well?"

Your trip to the Heffley's was not something you had expected, and how that trip ended was also not something you had expected. Guess any form of interaction with Rodrick will surely surprise you.

Now that you'll be seeing him a few days a week to tutor him, maybe you can use this time to regain his trust? If only he can stop being annoying and full of himself, maybe you guys will have a chance at a real friendship - but then again, all this banter makes it much more interesting.

#rodrick x y/n #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick heffley x y/n #rodrick heffley x you #rodrick x reader #rodrick heffley fluff #rodrick rules #diary of a wimpy kid #I hate you more #loded diper

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jj-5656 · 2 years ago

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The Good, The Bad, & The Chocolate With; James Potter (ATJ)

A/N: Hello again! Another James imagine. This man has a chokehold on me, and I’m not mad about it. This doesn’t end on a cliffhanger, but I’m thinking of making another part to it. We’ll see. Enjoy!

TW: Descriptions of period pain, suggestive humor (Not really proofread yet)

Summary: James goes looking for his good luck charm, and finds her day isn’t going nearly as well as his.

James Potter believes he is having one of the grandest days in his life. For no particular reason. In fact, it’s a collection of minuit happenings that has him so cheeky.

Theres a bold, crimson ‘A’ stamped onto his configurations assignment, one most of his classmates hadn’t done nearly as well on. His favorite breakfast was featured in the grand hall this morning. And he’s got some of the best friends a Hogwarts student could ask for. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and classes have just let out. Leaving the entirety of the afternoon and evening to soak in the beautiful spring weather. Quidditch season.

Speaking of, the renowned chaser was Gryffindor’s leading man in their win yesterday. Yet another reason to bounce along the bright halls.

**********

“You, darling, are most definitely my good luck charm.” You roll your eyes, fondness full in your features as you let James play with the red and gold ribbons braided into your hair. Marlene insisted on the new hairstyle, spending most of the morning pulling your strands into refined weaving. You feel pretty, and James can tell. He absolutely adores it.

“I believe it’s a game of skill, and not luck, Potter.” His eyes narrow at your opposition, the moon to his sun, he regards it. He strokes your cheek, swiping the pessimism away.

“I’d beg to differ. I play better when I know you’re in the stands.” The prick says it not only because it’s true, but because he knows it’ll make you blush.

“Oi, Potter! Are we playing quidditch or flirting with our girlfriends?” James waves off one of his teammates from the sidelines, pressing a kiss to your lips in a steadfast farewell.

“Stay by the boys, yeah? You look too pretty for me not being around.” There’s a peck on your cheek, but you barely register it, absolutely flustered. James straightens his padded shoulders as he walks away, most definitely aware of his effect on you. Bastard.

**********

It’s a quick walk to the girl’s dormitory, James humming all the way. He catches Marlene’s attention as she exits your shared room.

“Marl’s, let me in?”

“Miss her already, Prongs?”

“It’s an obsession, I know.” He smiles from ear to ear, and your best friend does all she can not to gag. She looks to him, the door, and him again. Seeming unsure. James frowns.

“What’s the matter?”

“Just not...Entirely sure she’s up for visitors.” He quirks his head, concern written all over his face. Marlene waves her wand anyway, granting permission to the charm that blocks boys from entering the girls’ corridor. He mumbles a distracted ‘thanks’ before going inside.

You believe you’re having one of the worst days of your life. For no particular reason. In fact, it’s a collection of minuit happenings that has you so miserable.

There’s an incessant, stabbing pain in your lower abdomen. And a dull throbbing at the back of your head that’s lasted all day. You’ve been bleeding heavier than usual, and it’s already costed you a 5am trip to the laundry. A stack of assignments taunts you from the desk across the room, but you haven’t managed to get out of bed since you’ve applied the new sheets. Your heating pad broke last night, and left you groaning in pain and sleepless. On top of it all, you feel awfully deprecating. A common symptom of your menstruation.

“Dove, where are you?” James sounds scared, Marlene must have warned him. You’d just managed to wave your doting friend off, seeking to wallow by yourself. There’s a short knock at your door before he lets himself in, not waiting for permission out of anxiousness. When his eyes find you, safe in bed, a wave of relief consumes him.

“Hello, lovely. Where you been all day?” James only has transfigurations and astronomy with you, and they don’t fall on Wednesdays, and therefore is unaware you’ve skipped today’s classes. This period has been especially harsh, so you’ve allowed yourself a day of rest, after your roommate’s stern insistence.

“Here.” It comes out froggy, croaked with lack of use besides soft whimpers of pain. James crawls on top your bed, brows furrowed with innocent confusion. He looks so pretty, all the time. Even when he shouldn’t, bruised and filthy after a game, a grueling practice, or even when he’s sick. James Potter always looks effortlessly gorgeous, envy consumes you.

“Everything alright? Are you not feeling well?” He lets some of his weight rest on top of you, craving affection. Regretting it immediately when you suck your teeth and push against his broad shoulders. He practically reels back, horrified he’s harmed you.

“Just cramps, I’m fine.” He pouts, and you fight the urge to kiss him despite your misery.

“You’re not fine.” He asserts, brushing a stray hair from your forehead. The rest of it is still in braids from yesterday, loosened and a tad frizzy. You still look beautiful as ever. He’s guilty at the thought, reminded of your discomfort when a sudden wince crosses your face. “Shark week, then. No fun at all.” You look about ready to kill him, half-heartedly rubbing away the apologetic kisses he presses across your face.

“I’m sorry, lovely. Not funny, I know.”

“You’re a meanie.”

“Am not!” The corners of his hazel eyes crinkle at the banter, pressing another kiss to your neck because he can’t help himself. “Have you eaten today?” It’s incredulous, already unbelieving. You turn away from him, huffing a sigh.

“Y/n.” It feels odd to have your name on his lips, usually substituted for an array of other endearments. You only silently shake your head in answer, having been nauseated most of the day.

“Haven’t been hungry, honest.” James knows you become particularly self conscious on your period, though you’ve never outwardly admitted it.

“Well you have to eat, darling. Your body needs it, especially this week.” You grumble, fairly irritated. “Maybe I can grab something easy from the hall. Soup, maybe. Or some of that pasta you love-”

“I’m not hungry James, I want to be left alone.” It’s harsh, laced with an uncharacteristic venom. All the light leaves your boyfriends face, and you swear you feel your heart break in two.

“Oh, alright. I’m sorry, darling. I’ll come back later to check on you, then.” He backs off your mattress, trying not to look as defeated as he feels. He barely makes it three steps toward the door before tears are streaming down your face.

“No, James. Please, don’t leave. I don’t know why I said that. I’m so sorry.” Your voice cracks, wracked with pitiful sniffles you can’t control. He’s back on you in seconds, vehemently relived yet concerned.

“Dove, it’s alright. I know you meant no harm. You’re in pain, it’s okay.” He pulls you into his lap, entirely unsure of how to handle this sudden mood change.

“Stop being so nice. I was just so rude to you and all you’re doing is trying to help.” You wipe at your eyes with his sweater you’re wearing to no use, the warm tears keep falling. He shushes you, rubbing circles into your back because it usually helps. Honestly, he’s having difficulty navigating all of this. The same hand goes under your (his) sweater, aiming for your lower stomach in hopes the warmth will ease the pain. You jolt, unexpecting of the contact on your bare skin.

“Hey, hey. What’s up with the jumpscare?” Admittedly, the heat from his calloused hand feels great. So you allow it despite the stream of judgemental thoughts rush through you.

You shake your head. “I’m just sorry. I feel crazy.”

“Stop that, lovely. I know you’re not crazy, don’t be mean. Crazy about me, maybe. I’d understand that.” You whine at his teasing, pushing your face into the conjunction of his neck and shoulder.

“Stop teasing, I’m vulnerable.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it.” He sounds less than sincere, you can feel the prick grinning as he speaks against the shell of your ear. You heat even more, groaning. There’s a few beats of silence, and he can’t help but feel like you’re holding off on him.

“What’s on your mind?” You cringe, hoping he wouldn’t have read into the quiet.

“I haven’t been able to bring myself to do any of my assignments. And Sirius is throwing a party Friday night and I promised I’d help. It’s supposed to be fun, too. There’s your game Saturday, then HogsMeade Sunday. I have to get it all done in the next two days or else I’ll have no time.” He pulls the hands apart that are picking at your nails, an anxious habit of yours he’s been trying to break.

“We’ll get them done, lovely. I can help.” You hiccup into his shirt, overwhelmed with the kindness of his heart. He pulls his arm tighter around you. There’s quiet again, and James finally stops biting his tongue.

“Have I told you you’re beautiful yet?” You pull your head back, facing him with fond confusion. Potter has a tendency to read people, especially you. An annoying tendency, really. You bite anyway.

“You always do.” You run a hand through his hair, biting back a tired smile when he hums with eyes closed in content. You’re trying to distract him.

“But do I say it enough,” he licks his lips, hesitant. “Do you believe it? Because I’d hate to have you being mean to my girlfriend, I’m quite fond of her.”

“James.” It’s a warning

“I mean, you should see her. She’s got these beautiful eyes, the longest lashes-”

“James.” It’s a plead.

“Her hair too. Looks effortlessly perfect, you know? I quite like her lips as well. And Merlin, that body is just to die for-”

“James Potter!” You strike his chest, both all smiles as he clutches your wrist. Bringing your knuckles to his lips in half-hearted apology. “You’re impossible.”

“I’m lucky. I’ve got the prettiest girl at Hogwarts wrapped around my finger.” It earns him another smack, and he’s not even sorry. You’re attacked with sloppy kisses, yelping the entire time. James is on cloud nine, more than happy to keep kissing you if it means he’ll keep hearing that laugh. He only stops when something short of a whine passes your lips, another shooting pain pulling your brows together. Potter looks like he’s genuinely experiencing it with you, snaking his hand just below the waistband of your joggers. Scrunching his nose in satisfaction when you hum.

“Better?” You only nod, pressing your smaller hand over his. You tilt your head up to kiss him, emanating all the gratitude you can’t seem to find words to express into it. James can’t help but grin as his free hand goes to hold your jaw in place, gladly accepting any affections you’ll grant him. He pulls away for only a moment, lips puffy as he sits back on his knees and bends at the waist. Coming to face the lower part of your abdomen. “You leave her be, you hear?” It’s so ridiculous and endearing you can only giggle and pull him up to kiss you again.

There’s a soft knock at the door, and a growl sounds from the back of Potter’s throat. Wanting to curse out whoever’s audacious enough to pull your attention away from him. “Ignore it and they’ll go away.” He fights against the hands that press against his chest, unwilling to share.

“Y/n, darling. I thought you’d like some chocolates. You weren’t in potions today and Mary said you’d skipped.” James groans even louder, face falling into your neck in defeat. Another, much less gentle voice rings out from behind the door.

“We know you’re in there too, Prongs. You two decent? Cover the appendages, we’re coming in!” Sirius bursts through, pushing past the taller, sandy-haired boy in the doorway and making a bee-line to you. James is practically fuming when he’s shoved off of you.

“You leave my best girl be, you dog. She’s not feeling well and you’re attempting to defile her!” You’re beaming at the sight of them, watching as Remus waves a container of soup and a bag of his chocolates to you before setting them on your dresser.

“Fuck off, Pads. You’re the dog, literally.” James crosses his arms, pouting like a child now that he’s sharing the spotlight. Corners of his lips upturning when your laugh sounds at his wit.

“How’d you know I wasn’t feeling well?” Sirius stokes your hair, having a glaring match with your boyfriend as Remus cocks his head.

“Well it’s cramps, isn’t it?” He steals one of your chocolates, swallowing before he elaborates. “Its on my calendar.” James whips his head toward him at that.

“You have my girlfriends period marked on your calendar?”

“You don’t?” Remus looks to you with a ‘he’s hopeless’ not noticing your own shock.

“Is that what those red hearts are scattered around each month?” Moony shakes his head, rolling his eyes as if this is the most obvious thing in the world.

“Y/n’s the green hearts, Prongs. Keep up. The rest of the girls are the other colors. Seriously, you two need to start paying more attention.” He can only shake his head at the boys, tossing you a foil-wrapped sweet.

“I think I’m the most spoiled girl in school.” The pair offers you a cheeky smile at this, and James only reciprocates when you nudge him with a socked foot. Craving individual acknowledgment.

“We’ll leave you to it, then. Y/n, rest up. Party’s on Friday, we’re getting wasted on behalf of all women.” Sirius presses a kiss to the crown of your head, “keep your hands off, Prongs.” The raven haired boy sticks his tongue out and avoids the chasers swinging arm with ease.

“Feel better, love. And eat, please. Not just the candy.” Remus points a stern finger in your direction, ruffling James’ hair on his way out.

“They’re insufferable.”

“They’re sweet.”

“I’m sweet, they’re menaces.” James reaches for the chocolate in your grasp, feigning offense when you clutch it to your chest.

“When your uterus is attacking you, you can have some candy.”

“I happen to know that uterus very well, and she thinks it should be shared.”

“James!”

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themultifandomgal · 1 year ago

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Hey I got a request for Tommy Shelby

So basically you are are Tommy Shelby daughter age 16 and you was at a family meeting and you was having this pains and turns out you was pregnant and you didn’t know and you give birth and it was the next day Tommy came round and was yelling at you for getting pregnant then you put your daughter in his arms and was like looking at you beautiful granddaughter hope that make sense

Tommy Shelby- Granddaughter

Trigger Warning- teen pregnancy

Pt2

I've been sat in my dad meeting now for the last hour, feeling sick and having stomach pains. As the meeting goes on the cramps get worse and worse. Im not even sure why I'm even sat in here listening to the family business since I'm only 16.

I'm no longer paying attention to what anyone is saying. I've never had cramps like these before

"YN what's wrong?"

"Sorry dad. Just don't feel to good"

"We're nearly done" I nod my head replying to my dad.

Another 20 minutes later and dad says I can leave and head up to bed

"How are you feeling?"

"Like shit"

"Language"

"You, Uncle John, Uncle Arthur and Uncle Finn swear all the time"

"Yes but your a lady and"

"Aunt Polly swears" dad sighs

"YN"

"Sorry"

"I'm heading to London now. I'll be back tomorrow evening. Will you be ok here with Aunt Poll?"

"Yeah. I'm sure I'll be fine by tomorrow"

"Ok" dad leans down and kisses my forehead before leaving me alone to sleep off whatever is going on.

That evening I barley eat anything and now Aunt Polly is getting worried

"I'm ringing your dad"

"No it's fine. I'm sure it's just my monthly finally starting"

"Finally?" Polly questions

"Yeah I've missed the last 3 months. That's why it's super painful" I give Polly a shrug

"I swear that mother of yours hasn't taught you anything. Honey that's not how periods work. Yes they can might not be regular but 3 months is a long time. These pains what are they like?"

"Erm it's like somethings squeezing my inside then releasing it. Like bad cramps"

"Sweetheart have you had sex?"

"What?" I frown looking at my Aunt

"It's ok if you have, hell only knows what I was doing at your age"

"Polly what's happening?" Worry starts to set in

"You need to answer my question first"

"He said that I wouldn't get pregnant the first time. Said that it was ok"

"Who?" I shake my head not wanting to tell her "YN who told you that?"

"James, he was my boyfriend"

"Was?"

"After we... he broke up with me"

"Fuck"

"Polly I'm not pregnant am I?"

"I think your going into labour" panic sets in. I can't have a baby now! Dads going to go mad "it's still early on. Try to get some sleep and I'll check in with you later"

Try to sleep she said. Easier said than done. Now it's the following afternoon, my waters broke 2 hours ago and now Aunt Ada has arrived with Aunt Esme and dads wife Grace is now here

"Ok YN looks like your ready to push" not really thinking about it, my body takes over and I have to push. Grace places a cool wet rag on my forehead while Esme and Ada are gathering warm water and towels

"Grace. You gotta make sure dad doesn't kill me"

"He won't. He's not going to be impressed that he's a grandfather, but he will fall in love with them where they're here"

"Im scared"

"I know. I was scared when I had Charles, but your going to be ok. Your in the best hands. Promise" with that she takes my hand and I push again.

After being in labour for over 24 hours I finally give birth to a baby girl who I've named Eloise

"She's beautiful" Grace coos stroking the babies cheek. Before I can respond the door opens and dad walks in. He stands shocked staring at me

"Grace please tell that baby is ours" he finally says "or Esmes"

"Tommy you might need to sit down"

"Grace, who's baby is that because I know that's definitely not my daughters" I wince hearing his harsh tone. I look at Esme for help but she looks at me with sympathy

"YN how can you be so stupid!" He yells waking the baby up who starts screaming

"Let me have her" Ada says taking the newborn out of my arms and into hers. She leaves the room hushing the little one

"Out! All of you out!"

"Tom..." Grace tries

"Out!" everyone leaves the room leaving me and dad alone

"Why didn't you tell me. I could have helped you get rid of it"

"Her names Eloise"

"I don't care. My 16 year old daughter just had a fucking baby"

"Dad I didn't know"

"Of course sex leads to pregnancy did you not learn from me and Grace?"

"I'm sorry" I quietly say. Ada comes back into the room with a now quiet baby. She hands her back to me while dad paces back and forth

"How stupid could you be?"

"Maybe if she had a mother she'd have known all of this?" Ada mumbles

"Don't you dare blame me for her mother leaving"

"I'm not I'm blaming her. Either way you now have a choice, either except that you have a granddaughter or loose both you daughter and granddaughter it's your choice" Ada leaves the room again. Dad walks over and sits on the sofa next to me. Without giving him a choice I place the baby in his arms. Immediately I can see how my dad is in love and I know will protect like he has me. Just got to stop him from going on a warpath finding the dad.

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby x daughter!reader #tommy shelby

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lowkeyerror · 2 years ago

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The Lion's Den

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Notes: Professor!Wanda, Student!reader, fingering, oral-sex, both giving and receiving

Summary: Y/n isn't afraid to show interest in the most strict professor on campus, though it only leads to trouble for her.

Masterlist

Ms. Maximoff was one of the professors that students feared. She held an air of professionalism inside and outside of the classroom. Her students knew that she was strict. Most of the students didn't try to push back against her methods.

There was only one student that gave Ms. Maximoff a hard time; Y/n L/n.

In Y/n's defense, she couldn't help herself. Ms. Maximoff was quite literally the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. Hidden behind that sharp tone and stern eyes, was the woman of her dreams. Y/n wanted the teacher's attention and had no trouble acting out to get it.

She openly flirted with the professor. Ms. Maximoff shot her down each and every time. Sometimes she'd find herself kicked out of class or sentenced to detention with another professor.

Y/n never minded much. She loved it when Ms. Maximoff got really mad at her. When she'd yell at Y/n sometimes her accent slipped out, and it drove Y/n wild.

" Looks like I'm the first one here, professor. How about we lock the door, and you could give me a private lesson?"

Ms. Maximoff slammed the papers she was looking at on her desk," Ms. L/n, do I have to kick you out of my class before it even starts."

Y/n sat back in her seat," Of course not, Ms. Maximoff, I can be a good girl for you."

The professor glared at the girl through the rims of her glasses, " You are this close to having a week's worth of detention after class."

Y/n didn't care about detention. She would've pressed on, but students started to pile into the lecture hall. So she sat quietly and waited for the class to begin.

When Ms. Maximoff spoke Y/n's disruptions were minimal. The student was too preoccupied studying the professor before her.

Her plush pink lips, the curves on her hips, the piercing green eyes, the way her top wasn't buttoned all the way up showing a small amount of cleavage.

" Ms. L/n would you like to share your poem with the class?"

" It's not done yet," Y/n subconsciously licked her bottom lip.

" Well come up to the front of the class and read what you have," she didn't leave any room for discussion.

Y/n strutted up to the front of the classroom confidently. The paper in her hand was blank, but no one could see that except her. So she just spoke about what she was feeling.

"Trapped in the lion's den I'm the only one unafraid I seek the lion I want it to bear it's teeth at me I want it to tear me apart It wants to kill me, I'm aware Maybe, when our paths cross We will embrace"

The class is in stunned silence. They never expected Y/n to actually have her work done, let alone that it was good. Ms. Maximoff was also shocked, moreso because she had moved to get a view of the girl's blank paper.

The thought that was, off the top of her head, impressed Ms. Maximoff.

Y/n cleared her throat amongst the silence," That's um all I have."

The class clapped for the young woman. Ms. Maximoff told her to take a seat. Y/n spent the rest of the class silently watching the lion from her poem. She knew Ms. Maximoff could piece it together, she was an English teacher after all.

The rest of the class period carried on normally. When Ms. Maximoff dismissed class, Y/n packed up her things like the other students.

" Ms. L/n, I need to speak with you for a moment, so sit tight."

Y/n was no stranger to getting reprimanded, so she was ready for whatever was going to happen. She stayed in her seat and watched as her classmates left the classroom. When the last student leaves the room, Ms. Maximoff closes the door. Unbeknownst to Y/n, the professor locked the door.

" Trapped in the lion's den," Wanda repeated the first line of Y/n's poem," It was a beautiful piece like a lot of your work Ms. L/n."

" Thank you."

The professor stalked over to Y/n's desk," Now only if your behavior in class mirrored your grades."

Y/n smirked," It's funny that you say that, Ms. Maximoff because my work ethic is the same for most areas in my life."

" And what would that be?"

Y/n's eyes lock on her professor's," I set a goal and stop at nothing until I reach that goal."

" So your goal for my class is to be a disruption?" Ms. Maximoff crosses her arms when she says it.

" We both know that's not my goal." The young woman stands up from her seat to look Wanda in her eyes. " My goal is to get those sultry green eyes on me, to rile you up enough to hear that pretty little accent, to let every paper on my desk slide onto the floor just to see down your shirt when you bend over to grab them for me."

It's a small movement, but Y/n sees it. Wanda's legs briefly press together. Y/n can only assume that she's the reason for such a shift of the professor's legs.

" You need to learn how to respect your elders."

Y/n's rebuttal is quick," Teach me, then."

The student moves closer to the professor. The only thing between them is the desk. If Y/n were to lean forward just a bit more, her lips would be touching Ms. Maximoff's.

" You're insufferable, you're insolent, and arrogant. You walk in here everyday just to say something crude to me. You probably flirt with all your teachers because you're a slut. You are the worst student I've ever had."

As she says all of this, Y/n can see the woman's chest rapidly rising and falling. The professor's words contradicted her actions as she leaned forward. Her breath tickled Y/n’s lips when she finished her rant.

" If that's how you feel, then I can take my shit and leave," Y/n called her bluff, backing away from the older woman. She collected her things from the floor and tried to storm out of the classroom.

She didn't get very far before a harsh tug forced her into Wanda's face. The professor huffed as she stared at Y/n," You didn't let me finish. You are the worst student I've ever had because all I want to do is fuck that attitude out of you."

Y/n can't take it anymore. Her hands shoot out and grab the sides of Wanda's face, pulling her into a kiss.

Their lips collide, and it's like 2 semi-trucks hitting each other. Their lips work to devour each other. Teeth clash as Wanda's hands roam Y/n's body.

It's less than 20 seconds later that Wanda is shoving the student away from her.

" What the fuck are you doing, Wanda? Y/n- Ms.L/n you need to leave, we can't do this," she speaks first to herself and then Y/n.

The college student isn't having it. There's adrenaline running through her veins. She refuses to believe that the kiss has to be the end of their encounter.

Y/n pulls her shirt over her head and throws it across the classroom. She watches as Wanda's eyes darken. The professor tries to find words, but as Y/n closes the gap between them, the words escape her.

" I don't know how many other ways I have to say it, but I will be as direct as you need me to be. I want you, I'm aching for you, please."

Y/n takes the professor's hand and guides it down her bare torso. The soft skin of her abdomen feels hot as she drags Wanda's hand down. She doesn't stop when the hand reaches the top of her pants.

Instead, she slips Wanda's hand beneath her panties. The professor moans as her fingers are introduced to Y/n's wetness.

" I'm so wet for you. Please don't leave me all messy like this, Ms. Maximoff."

“ I could lose my job for this,” Wanda says, yet her fingers curl into Y/n, “ but I can’t leave you like this, can I detka?”

Y/n shakes her head," No, Ms. Maximoff.”

“ And you promise to be a good girl for me, right? Not a little brat like you are during my lectures.”

“ I’ll be good, I promise.”

Wanda smiles,“ On your knees.”

Y/n is quick to follow the woman’s instructions. Wanda takes a seat at Y/n’s desk. Her fingers that were in the student find their way into her mouth. She hums as the taste of Y/n coats her tongue. Y/n watches eagerly from her position kneeling in front of the desk.

Wanda spreads her legs as she works with the button and zipper on her pants. Soon the bottoms are discarded, leaving a thin pair of lace panties covering her.

The teacher pats her pussy a few times,“ Come here.”

Y/n is quick to crawl under the desk. She’s careful not to touch the woman, though her hands are itching to feel the woman’s skin.

Wanda’s hands grab the back of Y/n’s head, forcing her nose into the older woman’s pussy, “ Stick out your tongue.”

Y/n does as she’s instructed. The fabric of the panties is rough against her tongue. It’s not thick enough to keep Y/n’s tongue from coming in contact with the most sensitive parts of Wanda. She whimpers at the taste of the professor.

“ See how drenched my panties are. That’s all for you detka, no one else. I feel your eyes on me every class period. Then I look up and meet that desperate little look on your face. That look like you’re begging me to take you right there in front of everyone. My god, your mouth was made for this.”

Wanda’s voice dies off as Y/n suck her pussy. Wanda lifts her hips, which signals Y/n to pull her panties off. Y/n takes a deep inhale of Wanda’s unobscured scent.

“ Can I please use my fingers, Ms. Maximoff?”

Wanda grabs Y/n’s wrist, she tenderly sucks on the girl’s fingers. Her tongue swirls around the digits before she frees them from her mouth. Then she takes Y/n’s fingers and rubs them against herself.

“ Go ahead and fuck me, baby.”

Y/n nods, her body acting on its own. There’s an ecstasy taking over her. This whole experience makes her feel numb in the best way. The surrealness of it all, makes Y/n feel like she is floating.

The student doesn’t need any other directions from Wanda. She inserts two fingers into the professor as her tongue world around the auburn haired woman's clit. The student has Wanda unraveling by the moment.

“ My good girl. Taking care of me so fucking well. Make me cum, detka. Make me cum right fucking now. Oh shit,” Wanda’s breathing is ragged, but she doesn’t stop talking.

Y/n does her best to obey the woman. Licking, sucking, swirling, she added a third finger as she relentlessly fucked her teacher. It’s when Wanda’s thighs begin to squeeze her head that she know she’s done what the woman asked of her.

Her breath was being stolen from her, but she did not care. All that mattered were Wanda’s juices falling into her mouth and running down her chin.

“ Get up for me and take your pants off,” Wanda made it clear she wasn’t done with Y/n.

Wanda's eyes were glued on the girl who was undressing. Her breathing returned to normal, and she got up from the desk. Her hands tugged at Y/n’s sides, pulling the girl into her. Wanda’s lips skillfully maneuvered against Y/n’s. The kiss was demanding yet soft, something that Y/n didn’t expect from the woman. Nonetheless, it drove the girl crazy, it made her eager for more.

Wanda can tell, she takes Y/n’s hand and places them on her skin.

“ Ms. Maximoff, I need you. I need to feel you, please.”

Wanda wasn’t going to make the girl wait any longer. She thrust two fingers inside of the girl, causing Y/n to lean further into her for support.

“ When we’re naked like this; your tongue coated in my sweetness, my fingers buried in your cunt, you can call me Wanda, ok sweetheart? In fact, I want to hear you scream so loud that it echoes across the classroom walls.”

“ Fuck Wanda,” Y/n whispered into the woman’s shoulder. She repeated it as the woman’s fingers plugged in an out of her. Her teeth grazed Wanda’s shoulder as the pleasure intensified.

As Y/n’s legs began to shake, Wanda pushed her up against the desk. The older woman got on her knees and forced Y/n’s legs apart. The picture of the student’s glistening pussy was enough to make her feral.

Wanda’s lips latched on to the girl’s clit. Her tongue swirled around the nub as the low vibration of her moans worked to add to the stimulation. Y/n was fighting the urge to close her legs around the woman’s head.

Wanda’s fingers exited Y/n’s cunt leaving the girl feeling empty, but it was only momentarily as Wanda’s tongue darted in and out of the whole. Her fingers them went to harshly rub Y/n’s clit. The girl was shaking beneath her, it was only a matter of time before her legs gave out completely.

Y/n’s hand ended up viciously tugging on Wanda’s hair as her climax approached, all she could string together was a few incoherent curse words and Wanda’s name.

“ Fuck, I- fuck, mhmm, Wanda, I- please, oh fuck,” Y/n had tears in her eyes as Wand looked up at the girl while she ate her out.

That was enough to send the girl over the edge, she came with a violent jerk. Her body was covered in sweat and her legs were weak. If it wasn't for Wanda’s quick reflexes, the girl would’ve been on the floor. The strong arms that wrapped around her helped the girl stay standing.

“ I’ve got you, detka,” Wanda said as she held on to the girl.

Y/n mumbled into Wanda’s shoulder, “ I will do whatever it takes to keep doing this.”

Wanda’s nails lightly scratched the girl’s back, “ You don’t have to worry. I’m not letting you go, you’re my good girl now, aren’t you.”

The student nodded.

“ And you’ll stop disrupting my classes from now on?”

Y/n kisses Wanda’s shoulder,” Whatever you want.”

Wanda strokes the girl’s head, “ Aww, you just wanted me to fuck you. Don’t worry, as long as you’re good. I’ll take good care of you.”

Y/n sighed in content. She was right in her poem. When she crossed paths with lion, they embraced.

#lowkeyerror #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine

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hazyaltcare · 1 month ago

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Typing quirk suggestions for a...

Mark Heathcliff

(Mandela Catalogue)

Character Adjustments:

Add a period after the letters "m," "a," and "d" Ex. "maple" becomes "m.a.ple," "dam" becomes "d.a.m." and "modifiable" becomes "m.od.ifia.ble"

Replace all spaces between words with "_" Ex. "Type_like_this."

Replace "i" with "👁"

Replace "l" with "1"

Replace "one" and "1" with "1️⃣" Ex. "everyone" becomes "every1️⃣," and "backbone" becomes "backb1️⃣."

Replace "6" with "『𝟞』"

Word Adjustments:

Capitalize he/him/his pronouns.

Capitalize the word "intruder."

Replace "another," "different," and other synonyms with "alternate."

Replace "break" with "snap."

Replace "forget" with "erase."

Replace "knowledge" and "wisdom" with "awareness."

Replace "mad" with "MAD." (You can take this further by using the replacement in parts of words. Ex: "armadillo" becomes "arMADillo," and "hamadryad" becomes "haMADryad.")

Replace "person" with "watcher."

Replace "religious" with "sacrilegious."

Replace "recall" and "repeat" with "playback."

Replace "remember" and "record" with "tape."

Replace "reverse" with "rewind."

Replace "skip," "rush," and other words for moving quickly/rashly with "fast forward."

Replace "speak" with "broadcast."

Replace "video," "show," and "movie" with "recording."

Replace "wise," "smart," "intelligent" and other synonyms with "aware."

Text Prefixes & Suffixes:

✝️ <text>

📼💬 <text>

👥👥 <text> 👥👥

𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖆 <text> 𝖓𝖔𝖎𝖆

<text> 👁ɪᴄᴜ👁

<text> ↜𝙽𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚗 𝚅𝙷𝚂!

Phrases To Use:

"An alternate in human skin." A person or thing that appears friendly or harmless, but is really hostile.

"A scared boy with a gun." A phrase describing something or someone that may be pitiful, tragic, or flawed but still endearing or worthy of sympathy. This phrase is to be said with the same implied ironic/pseudo-sympathetic tone as the phrase "A pathetic little meow meow."

"Go back to the corkboard." A phrase that states something the subject has done has not been successful and that the subject will have to start again or try another idea

"Keep an eye out." A phrase that means to look our for something with particular attention.

"May your tapes always be wound, and may your prayers always be answered." A phrase that can have some religious undertones, but can also be used secularly to generally wish someone well.

"More tainted than the THINK Principle." A phrase that calls the subject unforgiveably corrupted; untouchable.

"Pull the trigger." An idiom that means to commit to a final decision.

"Watch this!" A phrase generally used to announce a demonstration.

General Quirk Suggestions:

Occasionally use 90s slang and 90s terms for things, as Mark Heathcliff was last alive during the early 1990s in his source.

Mod Haze (🎮Greyson & 🪳Maker)

#fictionkin #the mandela catalogue kin #mark heathcliff kin #typing quirk suggestions #tw paranoia #tw paranoia inducing #tw staring #tw firearms #tw gun #tw religious themes

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holylulusworld · 1 year ago

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Not a queen (8)

Summary: You are no one. What if fate makes you queen?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Maid!Reader x Nick (Fowler) Barnes

Warnings: dystopian world, modern royal au, shy reader, arranged marriage, idiots in love (kinda), hangover, fluff, cuddling, mentions of groping during sleep

This series takes place in the Two kings universe, at the same time. I recommend reading this story first to understand this universe better.

You can find all arcs here: Of Kings and Queens Arcs

Not a queen 7.5

Not a queen (Arc 2) masterlist

“Hmm…” you mumble in your sleep. Your eyes are still closed, and you snuggle into your pillow to get more sleep. You feel warm and safe. “Hmm…”

“Mouse,” a voice whispers in the back of your mind. “What if I make you mine? I could crawl under the covers and taste your sweetness.”

You feel a warm body press against your back. A hand moves over your arm, tickling your skin. It’s soft and gentle.

“Doll,” another voice purrs in your ear. “What if we both make you ours right now? We can just lay claim on your body.”

You flutter your eyes open only to meet a pair of ocean-blue eyes.

“Morning, doll. How did you sleep?”

“I bet she slept well,” Nick nuzzles his face in your neck again. He inhales your scent deeply and purrs your name. “She was between us, brother. The place where she belongs.”

Bucky presses a soft kiss to your temple. He smirks against your skin when you weakly push against his chest.

“We will go for a walk later. You can choose who will go with you. The other one will stay here. From now on, one of us will always accompany you. These are dangerous times, and we need to keep you safe.”

“You are saying this all the time. What’s going on? I don’t understand,” you look at Bucky, demanding answers. “I deserve to know.”

“You’ll get to know everything today. We will talk about it tonight. Give us a bit more time to sort out our thoughts. Nick and I need to think about a few things. The meeting with our allies was fruitful but…alarming.”

“I don’t understand what you are talking about. You’re worrying me,” you sniff. “I don’t want to be a part of all of this. My life was simple, but it was mine.”

“It was a life the law forced you into. They took away your brother from you! You need to face the world as it is,” Bucky sneers. “A rotten place. Dark, cold, and loveless.”

“Buck don’t scare her,” Nick sighs behind you. “It’s not her fault this world is a bad place to live in. She lost her brothers and parents. I think Y/N knows exactly what this world is.”

You lean into Nick’s touch when he wraps his arms around you. He seems to be in a protective mood, and you don’t mind having him close. “Nick, we talked about this. We will fill her in tonight. Period.”

“Fine, but stop being so loud. I still got a hangover and my mouse is already shaking. You’re scaring her.”

“Doll, I’m sorry,” Bucky presses his lips to your temple. “I didn’t want to get loud. I think it’s for the best when you go for a walk with Nick today. I’m a little pumped up…”

Nick holds your hand, smiling wildly as all eyes are on you and the prince. It’s a rare moment. Most of the time Bucky gets all the attention.

“Why is Bucky mad at me?” You question. “Did I say something wrong? I didn’t want to anger him.”

“It’s not your fault, mouse. Bucky is not mad at you, but at the situation we are in. Our friends…King Steve, his father-in-law, and our friend Tony want us to join a fight we aren’t prepared for. At least that’s what Bucky said.”

“A fight?” You whisper. “What do you mean by a fight?”

“We can’t talk about this here. Let’s enjoy our time in the garden,” Nick stops walking. He cups your face with his hands, leaning closer and closer until you feel his lips on yours.

“Nick,” you mumble, but kiss him back. “What about Bucky?”

“I saw you first. I want to have one thing first too,” he presses another kiss to your lips. “You’re my mouse, and he cannot have the first kiss.”

“It was a nice first kiss,” you shyly look up at Nick. He furrows his brows and purses his lips. “What?”

“Only nice?” He shakes his head. “No. We gotta change your mind.” Nick cups the back of your neck and brings your face close to his. He grins and dives back in.

His lips move against yours, taking your breath away. He slides his tongue inside, swiping over your tongue, snaking it with yours. You close your eyes and let yourself fall for the first time in your life.

Your legs wobble when he finally breaks the kiss. “That was,” you breathlessly say, “a kiss…”

Nick grins. He wraps one arm around your shoulders to steady you.

“That it was, mouse. A kiss.”

Bucky watches you curl into a ball on the sofa. You watch the fire feast on the firewood, yawning loudly.

“No sleeping yet, doll,” Bucky crouches down next to you to run his hand over your head. “We wanted to talk. Do you remember?”

“Hmm…I know. You wanted to tell me about the things your friends said, or want you to do.”

“Why did you stay in the garden for so long, Nick? You knew that we need to talk to Y/N,” Bucky sighs as his brother sits next to you on the couch, grinning. “What is it?”

“I stole the first kiss!” Nick proudly states. “I made her legs wobble, and she suckled at my tongue.”

“You did what?” Bucky grunts. “You fucker!”

“Language, brother,” Nick singsongs. “She enjoyed every second. I told you she’s my sweet mouse.”

You look at Bucky who glances at your lips. He sighs deeply. Of course, he wanted to kiss you first, but he knows his brother always came second. Even to their father. “Did he kiss you good, doll?”

Your cheeks heat up at Bucky’s question. You run your index finger over your lips, still feeling Nick's lips on yours. “It was very nice.”

“I’ll steal the next kiss, Y/N.” Bucky grins. “But only if you want me to.”

“I want you to,” you can believe you just said that. “Maybe tomorrow, when we go for a walk.”

“We need to talk about a few things first.”

“Nick said something about a fight.” You slowly sit up to look at Bucky. “What does that mean, Bucky? Will you get hurt?”

“Buck…don’t…” Nick shakes his head as his brother takes a deep breath. “Can we not keep her out of this?”

“I want to know.” You grab Bucky’s hand. “Please don’t shut me out. If you want me to become your wife, you cannot hide things from me.”

“It’s not a fight,” Nick shakes his head. “It’s…” He grabs your hand to press a soft kiss on your knuckles.

“A revolution I suppose…”

>> Part 8.5

#bucky barnes #nick fowler #Not a queen (8)#prince!nick #prince!bucky #modern royalty au #dystopian au #bucky barnes x reader #nick fowler x reader

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lyssak09 · 7 months ago

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hello love!! could i please request yandere headcanons for Q from star trek: tng? thank youu so much!!! <3

Yandere Q hcs

I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!!! Q is a basically canonically Yandere for Captain Janeway in Voyager. Also please enjoy my friend! 💙

Q is a manipulative, narcissistic, obsessive, and possessive yandere.

He first met you on one of his many adventures to f*ck with Picard and everyone on Enterprise. You were covering for one of your friends on the bridge.

When he saw you he froze, and he never freezes because of a puny human. You were just so breath taking.

Maybe you're different from humans. Or you're using some weird power over him, but thats highly unlikely.

Q continues his antics but he harasses you a bit. To the point Picard notices it.

Picard finds it annoying how often he harasses you during his time messing with the enterprise, and how often he forces you to be involved.

If Q doesn't see you while screwing with the Enterprise then he will force you to become a part of it some how, including threatening the captain and enterprise.

"Oh Picard, where is that little Lieutenant of yours? Its almost like you're hiding her from me. Don't tell me I have to shake the ship down till I find her?"

Q loves telling you how lucky you are to have caught the eye of an all powerful being like him. He also loves showing off how powerful he is.

He basically uses his powers as pallor tricks to impress show you how truly amazing he is.

Q periodically comes on the Enterprise to see you, and to piss of Picard.

He gets really mad if you're living your life avoidng him when he comes to visit. How dare you go on a lunch date! He is right here.

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“Oh, darling!” You hear a familiar voice say. ‘Oh god.’ you think. You duck your head down and look toward your date, “Don’t do anything to draw his attention please!”. Your date looks at you extremely confused, “Why are you hiding from Q?”, they whisper. You shake your head, saying you’ll explain later. All while Q is scanning the room for you, he starts to get more frustrated the longer he can’t find you. But then unfortunately for you, your server has come with your food, drawing Q’s attention to you. “Ahha! There you are my little-” Q starts to say as he nears you but then he notices you’re not sitting alone. His smile drops and his face tightens. “Who are you?” he hissed. Your date is about to introduce themselves when Q interrupts them, “Actually, I don’t care. I already know you’re an insignificant speck of matter, who has no right to be associating yourself with Y/N.”. You try to defend your date but Q snaps his fingers and sends your date to god knows where. He turns his attention back towards you, arms folded and nostrils flaring. “You should know better than to associate yourself with people like them” Q sneers. He gives you a hard stare before his personality takes a flip. “Why don’t we go eat somewhere new, hm? If you’re good I might bring your ‘friend’ back to the ship. Key word, might.”

Q loves to give you little tests, to see how you’ll respond and react. He says it's to gain more information on you humans for the continuum but that's a lie.

He’ll try giving you powers just like he did to Riker, but whatever your answer is it doesn’t matter, he’ll find it fascinating either way.

Because that's what you are to him, you’re a fascinating incredible human. Not that he’ll admit that to you.

“Your race is so fascinating, you do realize how lucky you are to have caught my eye right?”

Q will eventually take you, one way or another. He already has a special dimension just for the two of you.

The bridge crew will do whatever they can to protect you though. But it won’t be enough against him. Not unless they’re willing to start a war against an omnipotent being.

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“Just give her to me and I’ll send you and your ship on your way Picard.” Q offered. Picard looks at him like he’s insane. “In case you haven’t noticed Q, but our civilization has evolved past selling humans.”, Picard spat. Q rolls his eyes which ticks Riker off. “Look Q, we’re not giving her to you. She’s a human being with rights, including the right to not give herself to a narcissistic lunatic.” Riker sneers at Q. Picard gives him a scolding look before continuing to argue with Q, “You’re not getting her Q. Now leave before this gets serious.”. Q chuckles darkly before giving Picard a pointed look. “I’m giving you one last chance Picard. Just bring her to me and nothing bad will happen.”. “That's not going to happen Q.” He glowered. Q let out a big sigh before giving Picard a wicked grin. “Well, that's too bad.” Q laughs as the ship starts to shake.

He can give you everything you could ever want, all you have to do is give in to him. Just give in and there won’t be a problem, no one will have to get hurt. Just give in

Q is willing to do and give you everything. He’ll show you the multiple universes to your heart's content, he’ll shower you with presents. But he’ll say it's because of how lucky you are to have him, not because he desperately wants to shower you with affection.

He’ll also manipulate you to love on him. This man is desperate for your touch. Even just accidentally brushing your hand against him will do something to him.

Q can change his appearance, but he thinks the human form he’s chosen is amazing. He will change his appearance for you, but only slightly. And he won’t admit he did it because he overheard your dream guy has blue or green eyes. No, he didn’t add freckles to himself because he heard you talking about them with a coworker. He just felt like changing things up! That's why, no other reason.

He’ll be willing to change certain things in the bedroom though, but that's for another day another headcanons.

After a while of beating around the bush and acting subtly, he’ll just start being straightforward. (If you can call how he was acting that.)

He’ll start showing up in your quarters when you come from duty, he has changed how they looked to appear like a wedding venue and he’ll be wearing a suit and tie.

“There’s my dear little human! Are you ready for our wedding? I made it look just as amazing and spectacular as we are together.”

As time goes on his straightforwardness will get worse. Like, extremely.

“Oh my god!” You yell after coming from duty and finding a naked Q on your bed. He had just barely covered himself in rose petals. “Salut mon chéri,” Q purs with a rose in his mouth. You look around and notice all the lit candles, dimmed lights, and wine glasses. Before he knows it you’ve started throwing things at him, screaming for him to get out. He reluctantly leaves before you try attacking him.

I hope you understand how lucky you are that he hasn’t truly used his powers on you. He’s an omnipotent being for universes’ sake! With a snap of his fingers, he could have you in another universe with just you and him. Q could force you to agree to marry him. He could even force yourself on him if he gets that desperate.

But, just because he hasn’t really used his powers yet doesn’t mean he won’t. Hopefully, you won’t push him that far.

I told you he’s utterly devoted to you right?

Like to an unhealthy amount, (who am I kidding, isn’t that part of the yandere criteria?)

Just the mere look of another human could set him off.

“Who do you think I am you harlot?! How dare you look into my eyes! I’m taken!”

The same goes if someone even glances at you. You’ll need to hold him back or something.

“HOW DARE YOU TRY TO GET INTO HER PANTS YOU WHORE!” He screeches and tries to lunge and attack the poor ensign who accidentally touched your arm. While you’re struggling to hold him back by his arm.

I’ve already mentioned that he’s manipulative but I didn’t explain how good he is at it. Of course, his powers help him manipulate people, but even without them, he’s still got a nack for it. He’s especially good at manipulating you with your own emotions.

Q will use fear, guilt, anger, sadness, and any emotion of yours against yourself.

Have a stalker (who he totally didn’t create) who won’t leave you be? He’ll send him away! Only if you kiss him though.

Your friend has an unexplainable incurable disease and is dying? Q will fix them up even better than before! Just agree to a date with him.

Your favorite commander (whom you were better than friends with) sacrificed themselves to save you and now you have not only grief but survivor’s guilt? He’ll bring him back with a flick of his wrist! You have to marry him and stay by his side forever though.

Just agree to be his forever and everything will be fine. Sure you might not see your family or friends again. But you’ll see every dimension and universe imaginable! And, no one gets hurt.

So unless you’re willing to sacrifice your friends’ lives, hell even the whole ship, just so he might have difficulty getting you, then by all means! Go ahead.

Just remember how much the crew cares for you, and how little Q cares for them.

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere headcanon #yandere x you #yandere male #ask lyssa #miss blue writing #q tng #Q the next generation #yandere star trek #star trek #the next generation #Q voyger #star trek tng

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sillygoosealert · 8 months ago

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Hello!!! I don't know if it's possible, I thought of something. Syzoth forcing his girlfriend Y/n to get pregnant and she doesn't want to, in such a twisted way that he calls her by the name of his deceased wife, the yandere style cele and when the baby is born he names him after his deceased son and lives a distorted reality . I imagine him wanting to raise and continue raising his girlfriend in the hope that his child will be "reborn" but it doesn't work. A lot of psychological torture and rudeness in bed.

Yes or no, thank you❤️❤️

This one was very fun 😆

Why are you upset? You wanted this..

zyzoth, noncon, then dub-con, then angst no comfort, then very poor comfort, dead dove do not eat, um his wife’s name is Zarina :3, and then you kill yourself at the end!!

When you were invited into Syzoths home, you were more than appreciative. Words couldn't describe how special you felt to be allowed not only into his safe place- but also into his arms. He held you throughout the nights, whispering sweet words into your ears. He held you tight, you never felt unwelcome. Even when he would put his hand on your stomach when you would sleep with him and whine about having a child with you, you weren't afraid he would ever hurt or leave you.

He did not feel the same, though. He would become irate and clingy when it was the two of you. Not letting you out of his sight, not letting you leave him. It was a small, not-that-bad, kind of problem. The attention was nice and you didn't mind reassuring him.

But he became aggressive soon enough. When he would make love to you, he wouldn't pull out. He would simply latch onto your mouth to stop any of your protests. You weren't allowed to take any birth control either, they were full of chemicals and harsh substances for your body.

‘If you loved me, you would let me have this’

That was his excuse for wanting to have sex every night, even some mornings. Most of the time he wouldn't ask though, he would just slip in whenever. No meant no, but it didn't matter what you wanted. He wanted a son and he was going to make you bore a son.

If you ever tried to resist or struggle he would pin you down or hurt you. Whether it was scratching or biting, he was still hurting you. It wasn't anything serious, but he would use force when he saw fit. It would be better if you would just submit.

He likes to use his true form, he says it feels better. But it hurts you much more. He's thicker and longer, even adorning some bumps and ridges. Not to mention when he would put his arm around your head to stop you from moving while humping into you.

Whenever he finished he would moan out another woman's name and bite your shoulder. His acts were purely that of lust and his own needs. You were now always sore and nervous, constantly being filled by him. You were not graced with a resting period, it was just constant breeding.

Then he started to be much more gentle after weeks of constant yelling, biting, scratching, and accusing. He would bathe you, feed you, and even stop forcing you to ‘mate’ with him in the middle of the night. He would go back to cooing into your ear about your non-existent child.

‘You're doing well, I know you will be a good mother Zarina’

‘Who?’

Whenever you questioned him he would squeeze you until you apologized. Maybe even scratch your arms or bite your shoulder.

He began to overfeed you until you were gaining weight rapidly. Fish, rice, milk, and even bugs. When he brought out a plate of maggots one night you threw up and cried. He wasn't mad, he just cleaned you up and kissed away your tears.

‘Why are you upset, is the baby kicking?’

He would lay his head on your stomach and tell you about all the things he heard. It would range from your son's heartbeat to his giggles, and even him saying words.

‘I'm so glad you are here with me, carrying our child. I promise to keep both of you safe.’

You couldn't just leave him, there was something clearly wrong. But you aren't sure how much more you can take, it has been months now.

‘He is surely bound to be born soon, I will put together a nest for him. Where did you want to give birth?’

You knew you couldn't give him what he wanted, and that scared you. What he would do when you didn't give birth was beyond you. But you just went along with what he did.

Until you finally couldn't, you were constantly breaking down crying, and crawling away from him. However he would just pick you up and curl around you, licking your tears up.

When he went away to provide food for you, you were able to locate a mirror. He wasn't barbaric, he had a nice house. A little more woody and earthy, but it was nice. It had the essentials, a kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom. And in that bathroom, a mirror.

Hitting against the mirror until it had little shards at your disposal, you picked one up. Stabbing yourself repeatedly into your stomach. Then with the final coup-de-grace, you sink it deep into your eye socket.

He would find both you and his son dead when he got home. Perhaps he was never meant to be a dad. Maybe it was him, or maybe it was you. The person who took away his chance to be happy again.

He mourned and cried for you, but to him, it just felt like his wife. You would never have been a replacement, maybe he needs to look again. Maybe he needs to try again for a better ending.

🎀

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taetaespeaches · 2 years ago

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“So this is heartbreak, huh?”

jimin x reader (oc) genre: angst word count: 1.8K

a/n: Hi lovelies! Sorry this is a little late but I hope it’s at least somewhat worth the wait. In this, reader/Dear is dealing with the loss of Jimin during the period of their brief breakup. (So Jimin only appears through being talked about). She can’t get him out of her mind, and she’s realizing she doesn’t actually want him out. Oh, Peaches (Taehyung’s to be girlfriend) is also in this. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading :))

For three weeks you had been waiting for the anger to take over. As your best friend dug through your grocery bags and filled your cupboards with the items, you stood against the kitchen counter, tense and horrifyingly not angry.

You should be furious at the betrayal you felt. If your life was a movie, surely you would have already gathered up his shit and everything that reminded you of him in a box, ready to be tossed out or at least dropped off at his place. The problem was that everything reminded you of him. And every item of significance sat around your apartment like some kind of memorial to the man and the shared life you lost.

The persistent thoughts of him wouldn’t be so unbearable if only you could conjure up the fury inside you and remember the negative sides of the man. Like the fact that he broke up with through a text while on tour in another country. But you couldn’t make yourself hate him. You couldn’t bring yourself to come up with reasons to not still love him. You couldn’t even convince yourself to be mad at him. Not really. Not mad enough to drown out the longing.

He broke up with you over text while touring in another country. It was so unlike Jimin, but he did it. That one thing should have been enough to make you despise him, have you throwing his shit out the window, dismantling every last bit of the life you built together, that you were still building. Yet you were still standing there at the counter thinking of him, loving him with every fiber of your being, waiting for him to give you a reason to forgive him.

“How has work been?” Your best friend asked, drawing your attention to her, the tension in your knuckles as you squeezed the edge of the counter easing just a bit.

You sighed, moving your head back and forth to silently say, so so. “It’s hard being around kids. To be honest.”

“Yeah,” she nodded. “I wish we could just- I don’t know. Just take off for a couple weeks.”

“I’m not sure it would turn out any different than our weekend away,” you forced a pathetic smile. The girl had taken you out of town for a weekend and you had spent the entire time crying in the hotel room, under the influence of copious amounts of wine. Self-medication. “That was so sad, I didn’t even get drunk at some bar.”

The girl shrugged, giving you a sympathetic smile. “Drunk is drunk.” You snorted, nodding in agreement.

“One of these days I’m gonna drink enough to get really fucking mad instead of just-” you shook your head. “You know.”

You began helping put away your own groceries as she watched you carefully for a moment. Since the breakup you had been relying on your friend so much, you were riddled with guilt despite her telling you daily that she wouldn’t want to be doing anything else. The sentiment was sweet but you figured she wasn’t being entirely truthful. Surely she didn’t actually want to be putting your groceries away for you and wiping your tears every single night.

At least you’d moved back into your apartment, giving her her own space back. Plus, you did your own grocery shopping. Baby steps and small victories.

“Since when do you eat spicy ramen?” Your friend suddenly asked, holding up two containers of the food. She had her eyebrows pulled together in question, your expression mimicking hers because it was a good question. You didn’t like spicy food.

You eyed the packaging, your heart feeling so heavy and sharp in your chest you weren’t sure how long you could even continue carrying its weight and all its jagged edges. “I don’t,” you whispered, your eyes finding the girls as she realized your mistake. “Jimin does-”

“-I’ll eat it,” she quickly said, talking over you as she put it back in the grocery sack and shoving the plastic into her tote bag.

“Jimin does? Jimin did? Past tense?” You pondered your own wording. “I don’t know how to refer to him. He’s not fucking dead but like, he’s not here,” you scoffed, inhaling deeply, trying to ignore the way it shook as you exhaled. “I don’t really know what Jimin does anymore.”

“Babe,” your friend spoke sadly, taking a step toward you but not moving any closer. She was always so careful with providing space, careful not to take up too much of it.

“So this is heartbreak, huh?” you shook your head at yourself, at your situation. “Buying spicy ramen for people who aren’t even here.”

“You’re allowed to take time.”

“Maybe the wound is too fresh but- I honestly don’t know how time is ever going to heal this.”

“I just wish I could be mad, you know? Like I am mad. I’m angry, I know I am. But more than anything I’m just- I miss him so much. I’m so fucking sad. I want the anger to take over, I want to want to set his shit on fire and cast him off as an asshole but- I can’t. Because I love him. And I know him. He’s not an asshole. He did an asshole thing but-”

“I know.”

“It’s Jimin.”

“I know.”

That was when you finally noticed how much this was hurting your friend, as well as you. Maybe that was your reason to be mad- he dragged your two closest friends into this mess. It wasn’t just a rift between two people, but rather four people. The girl tending to your every need knew Jimin before you did. They were friends first. And now she was left not knowing how to feel about him, not knowing if their relationship would ever be the same again. You didn’t even want to think about the fear that would inevitably be instilled within her and Taehyung, setting them even further back from taking the jump from friends to lovers. You knew she would look at this and come to the conclusion that these things don’t work. It didn’t pan out for you, after all.

“I’m sorry,” you shook your head, trying to brush off the rawness of your emotions.

“Stop saying that,” she lightly scolded. “You’re allowed to be upset, and you’re allowed to talk about that. Especially with me.”

You weren’t sure you should be talking about it with her. She had a strong and sincere affinity for Jimin, you knew you were putting her in a difficult situation. An impossible situation. But she was your friend, your rock, and she was offering. And you were selfish. Shaking your head, you took a deep breath. “Will I ever stop wanting him?”

“I don’t know.” It wasn’t the answer you were hoping for, but you knew it was the honest one.

“You know he sleeps all day on his days off. All fucking day,” you complained suddenly, making the girl raise her eyebrows slightly as she tried to gage your emotions. “And he’s so dramatic, so much of what he does is so over the top,” you continued, spewing your grievances with the man.

“That’s true,” she responded tentatively. You were trying to convince yourself that these traits actually qualified as negatives to Jimin. She knew that.

“And the attitude on him,” you scoffed halfheartedly, failing to fool yourself.

“He’s very sassy,” she whispered.

Shaking your head, you thought of the times you had walked into your apartment after a long day of work to find Jimin curled up in bed, lifting his messy head of hair and flashing you a smile through his puffy, sleep-filled features. You loved finding him like that. You loved crawling into bed with him. You loved that he’d sneak away as you fell into slumber to make you breakfast for dinner.

And you loved his dramatic nature. He was so animated, like his face was made just to express every emotion as fully as he felt them. Jimin was always so enthusiastic, loving every bit of life that was given to him. You even loved his attitude, even encouraging petty bickering to release his sass. It was both adorable and sexy, and you also loved when it was directed at other people. He was one of the few people who could top your attitude.

“I wanna be angry,” you finally admitted through tears, watching the girl nod her head in understanding through your blurry vision.

“But it’s ok to just be sad,” she assured you, stepping closer to you.

“The anger would be easier to carry,” you said as the first tear slipped down your cheek, making a trail for more to follow.

Suddenly, her arms were around you as she tucked the side of your face against her shoulder. “It would be,” she whispered into your hair at the back of your head.

Staring at the girl’s tote, thinking of Jimin, you wondered if he was also running into you in everything he came across. As he bought his own spicy ramen, you wondered if he bought the mild version along with it, out of habit and consideration of you. You wondered if he thought of you, and if he did, did he imagine you angry? Did he think you were letting go, forgetting about him, moving on? If he knew you bought spicy ramen because he never left your mind, would he want to take back his actions?

“I just miss him.”

You’d keep missing him. You’d miss him on the couch, in the bedroom, as you stood in your classroom in front of your students, as you passed by his band’s advertisements all across the city, in the grocery aisle, and every time you looked at your phone and saw no new notifications from him.

Your heart would keep breaking into smaller and smaller pieces. You’d keep hoping he’d come back, give you a reason to forgive him. Give you a chance to forgive him. It would take time, he’d have to be careful and patient as he put the pieces back together. But you’d keep hoping.

“It’s ok to miss him. Just miss him,” the girl told you as you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to stop the flood of emotions pouring from your eyes.

“Can you leave the ramen?” You asked. Your friend ran a soothing hand up and down your back as she nodded. You just wanted it there.

#jimin x reader #jimin angst #jimin imagine #jimin fic #jimin scenario #jimin drabble #bts reactions #bts x reader #bts angst #bts imagines #bts fics #bts scenarios #bts drabbles #jimin fanfic #bts fanfics

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gabessquishytum · 1 year ago

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OKAY this one came to me in a drug induced haze. So we all know the first thing that comes to mind when we see Hob. Get that man pregnant. Could be whatever variation human/warprize/fertility god etc au, I believe in my haze I was thinking specifically Dragon shapeshifter au ANYWAY. So Hob has just delivered a wonderful beautiful miracle to them, and they could not be more thrilled. They were definitely the Planning Parents who accounted for Every contingency in the baby's first 5 years of life, they have a Plan. Part of this plan, regrettably, was that they'd wait until Baby was at least 3 before having another. They both agreed it was just the Optimal Decision for their Great Baby Life Plan, so they'd have to put aside how ridiculously wonderful/horny those 9 months were. It won't be that hard, they'll have a whole ass child to love and dote on and take up all their time and energy.

The hitch comes when having a baby does nothing to dampen how absolutely devastatingly lustful they are for eachother. As soon as Hob is healed up he's begging for just one round, please Dream? It's been so long. Dream makes him wait another few days to be sure he's healed before they are right back to fucking like rabbits. Many orgasms to balance the discomfort of generally havinga newborn, interrupted sleep cycles, cramps from whatever position he was in too long for nursing, etc. And soon enough it's only been a few months and Hob is honestly? Feeling kind of shitty. He thought it would be getting EASIER as the baby got older and disnt need to be so much stapled to him and slept for longer periods of time, but he's very tired and kind of cranky and achey. It isn't until he starts throwing up that he realizes what's happened. Of course his first thought is ANOTHER BABY OMG YES BABIES. But then he has a rude awakening. He wasnt Supposed to get pregnant again so soon. This will break their whole big plan into tiny peices. Will Dream be mad? Oh no.

But Hob couldn't keep a secret from Dream on a good day, let alone a bad day when he's tired and hormonal, so he puts the baby down, sits Dream down at the table, and weeps his way through explaining that whatever birth control they used couldn't stand up to their vigorous lovemaking and he's pregnant again. Hob is trying to read Dream's reaction but Dream is doing his absolute best not to WIGGLE with pleasure at the dinner table. Another baby!! He and Hob are gonna have more babies!!! He's also counting back in his mind through the days theyve fucked trying to figure out when this happened and can remember at least twice when he either forgot to pull out or maybe forgot the condom? He's a tired dad okay. He does his best not to break out into ecstatic laughter while he holds and comforts Hob and tells him What Plan? We'll make a new plan, with our wonderful extra baby in mind. They quickly work through whatever angst there was and are back to being the sunshiniest happy family there ever was, now with an absolutely Glowing Hob, bc of course pregnancy looks GREAT on him. They are also fucking at increased rates without any birth control again bc what's gonna happen? He'll get MORE pregnant? When the ultrasound shows twins, Hob makes a joke like "Maybe we SHOULD have slowed down lol" but Dream can only vibrate with smugness. Lookit his perfect man. He put SO many babies in him.

Lying on the floor kicking my legs in the air. I'm always deeply obsessed with pregnant Hob content and I'm just very!!!!! Very horny about them being horny for each other.

Hob loves his baby so much. But it IS hard being a new parent, and he's so incredibly tired! The only consolation is that Dream is wonderful and still extremely attentive to Hob’s needs - particularly in the bedroom! Whenever the baby takes a nap, Dream makes sure that Hob gets at least a little bit of an orgasm. With his mouth, or fingers... or his cock. It makes the pain of parenting just a tiny bit more manageable.

Until Hob starts throwing up, and aching all over, and he's crying a lot all of a sudden. He's barely recovered from the first baby, and he doesn't feel terribly comfortable in his body. He knows that Dream still loves him but the thought that he might well be pregnant again is utterly terrifying. What if Dream is angry! What if he was sick of Hob being pregnant the first time, and what if he doesn't want another baby at all!? Oh dear. Hob holds his baby in his arms and gives them lots of cuddles, and calms himself down a little bit. It seems very important that Dream should at least KNOW that he's going to be a father again!

Of course as you've said, Dream has to try really hard to stop himself from CHEERING when he gets the news. He's wanted another baby ever since the first one came along. He wants everything with Hob, and that includes many many babies. Plans are overrated! Loving Hob and their children is the most important thing.

Twins wasn't part of the plan, but as previously mentioned, plans are overrated!! Hob looks incredible. He carries the new babies strongly and well, and provides plenty of milk for the twins, the first baby... and Dream, who loves relieving Hob’s swollen breast by drinking his milk as often as needed. Dream is a very proud father to his first baby AND the two nestled in Hob’s womb. He's thrilled to place his hands gently on Hob’s belly and the small of his back. In public he practically vibrates whenever they're congratulated on their parenthood. As they relax at home, he holds the baby in his arms and pops another cushion beneath the small of Hob’s back. He's going to give Hob as many babies as he can ever want and he's going to take the best care of him. That’s the only plan he’s concerned with now <3

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw mpreg #cw pregnancy #cw lactation

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hanzajesthanza · 8 months ago

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“the hanza never caught a break, they were treated so poorly by the narrative, sapkowski tortured them terribly”

they stayed in beauclair palace as incognito nobility for three straight months of dizzying dancing, feasting, and pouring wine down their throats*. and eating a sumptuous breakfast for two to three hours every single day together, hosting lazy mornings together day after day. strolling around the gardens. flirting with the knighthood. being the darlings of the duchess.

what i mean to say with this post is that though yes, geralt’s hanza died tragically, they got a moment of paradise to themselves, which they intentionally shared with each other, enjoying each others’ company.

we specifically have a canon three months of geralt’s hanza hanging out together in the most fairytale-like, magical place on the continent. it’s not like they go directly from hiding in the bushes in the swamps of angren to stygga castle.

so it’s astounding to me how little attention their winter snowed-in in beauclair seems to get by the fans 😭 (this isn’t admonishing, rather i’m trying to lift all of our spirits) guys, we have a period where they were not only alive, with one another, safe, but living very well and in good health**. and because they are fictional characters and not people, they can live immortally on the page and in the mind. stygga is their narrative end, but these three months can be forever, they can live in beauclair in your mind eternally if you so desire to imagine them there.

though their tragic end shouldn’t be forgotten or ignored. yes, in beauclair, they caught the biggest break of their lives—but the point of their team of heroes is that they willingly gave it all up, eagerly and gratefully tossed it aside—because they valued their quest and their leader (!) more.

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* the wine thing applying to all except regis.

** yes, though their stay should be understood as being captive, they were captive in a paradise, which is a specific kind of captivity. it only began to really drive them mad by yuletide, when they had already spent a couple months there. i don’t think you cant say it’s the same as being held captive in the sense that, for example, yennefer was held captive—in a dark stone dungeon, tortured day-in-day-out.

#BC THEY ARE HEROES. THATS WHAT BEING A HERO IS ABOUT !!!#i mean it all depends on your perspective i guess #if half a century of poetry is the blink of an eye idk what three months is #the elbow-high diaries #f: a hansa’s a hansa

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kobbers · 4 months ago

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The situation is getting grimmer in Guardedlabor. No matter what I do, half the wounded from the Loyalty Glitch Incident aren't being taken to the hospital. This probably has something to do with most of the hospital staff being among the victims, but adding more trainees, beds, and even a whole new hospital zone hasn't spurred the able dwarves to take them to rest. They just bring them water.

Then, out of nowhere, one of the invalids went berserk.

For those unacquainted with Dwarf Fortress, stress levels need to be managed for a healthy society, and there are two things that can happen as dwarves spend extended periods of time at high stress. The first is a mental breakdown, which comes in three flavors influenced by personality traits. Dwarves will cancel whatever they're doing for this, and resume life as normal once they've calmed down. They can serve as a hard warning that the dwarf is doing poorly, and needs help before things get worse. The second is insanity, which is permanent. It also comes in three flavors, which correlate to the type of breakdown the dwarf (usually) was having previously. A melancholic dwarf stops working and slowly trudges around the fortress, not eating or drinking, until they die of self-neglect. They may also purposely jump into bodies of water or off buildings. Dwarves that go stark raving mad throw off all their clothing items and run around aimlessly until they also die of self-neglect. And then there's berserkers, who become a hostile entity and will attack their former fellows until everyone is dead... or they are. Usually not a problem because civilians are weak, but look out if someone with combat skills goes on a rampage!

The thing that struck me about this, my first sanity break of the fortress, is that it wasn't telegraphed with a lesser breakdown first. There had been no tantrums from the wounded as a cry for help. Probably just an overwhelming load of bad thoughts that came from having a pile of comrades killed in front of them, suffering grievous injuries themselves, and the lack of positive thoughts from receiving care in a hospital (usually goes a long way toward balancing the previous trauma out).

Obviously the raging tanner who could barely move under his own power was not a huge danger, but the collective mood suffered as a result. Another of the wounded went berserk just a couple minutes later. And while this threatened to domino out of control, a massive goblin siege arrived at our border.

An additional wrinkle: there was a dead bee in the threshold of the main door, effectively locking it open. I marked it for dumping, but much like their injured brethren, the healthy dwarves ignored it in favor of drinking and praying. I posted the melee squads at the front door in case, while I turned my attention to a third berserk dwarf.

My sister: "Are you guys about to get Boatmurdered? :V"

maybe??

I didn't see when the goblins stopped milling around and charged because I was still busy elsewhere, but as soon as combat logs appeared I groaned and went up to check the front gate. I had 12 warriors and the goblins had, at last siege's count, around a hundred. I was probably about to witness the fall of Guardedlabor.

The number of participants fighting lowkey broke the combat log UI, so I didn't do my usual thing where I follow a combatant and frame through to get the blow-by-blow of their fights. There was just too much going on. So I sat, detached, and watched the bloodbath unfold. Teeth and limbs flew everywhere. But the fight, instead of being pushed past the gatehouse and into the fortress, moved outward - into the open field between the trade depot and the hospital building. The report came that one of my soldiers was KIA. Goblin corpses began to pile up.

I expected a decent K/D ratio from my warriors, but also expected vastly superior goblin numbers to surround and overwhelm them individually. I'd seen that happen in this very fortress, in the first comically large siege. But it didn't happen again here; as I watched, the goblin line churned, buckled, and then officially broke. Soldiers and war dogs chased down fleeing stragglers.

Ultimately, three of our soldiers sacrificed themselves to protect the fortress, one of them a human immigrant.

I just counted 115 fresh goblin corpses in my stocks.

The abandoned wounded dwarves languishing in the main hall are still being ignored, even as our returning warriors successfully check themselves into the hospital. Critically bad moods are gaining steam and I'm not sure if the fortress will recover from it, but I'm very proud of this ragged band of fighters. They've done their part.

#dwarf fortress #!!fun!!#words #and the war grizzly also just checked out of the hospital #good job ma'am

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sketchfanda · 1 year ago

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Kirishima’s Mystique: Fun Times of the Chivalrous Stud Red Riot:The Cheetah Princess of Kenya

Now it was easy to forget especially with all the mayhem and what not that came their way during their first year alone, and heroics or no, but UA was still a high school. Festivals and sports events were the necessities for any regular fun highschool life after all, not to mention occassions such as when a new transfer student came along or the old classic, the foreign exchange program. One student from their own school and another from a school in a different country changing places for a period of time in the spirit of better co-operation and understanding of one another's cultures and differences. But of course UA was no exception to this especially when Minoru Mineta found himself selected (translation:Forced into volunteering) to attend a hero school all the way in Alaska, which left UA playing host to a splendid, perky and friendly young lady from Kenya by the name of Elena. She was a definite stunner in looks alone and the face she stood at an even 6 feet tall only enhanced that. It was like one had to wonder if Mina had a long lost twin of sorts in the girl, given their enthusiastic levels of energy and their social, affable personalities. To say nothing of the fact she was quite a dancer herself when it came to the brazilian art of Capoeria. But then of course there was her quirk, which was guaranteed to earn er a spot in the top 10 of her home country as a pro in terms of looks and ability. But one person was a little conflicted when it came to the exchange student and not for any negative reasons mind you. For our resident Red Riot, you see, the awkwardness was due to of course, his ever kinky girlfriends and their antics when it came to him and their loving,but by no means vanilla relationship as a trio.

Kirishima:*thinking to himself as he sat on the comfy mat in the campus gymnasium.*'There is no way these two didn't plan this? Midnight-sensei definitely had a part to play in it...'*the chivalrous hero thought to himself, as he looked out the window to see a view of the swimming pool. Mina and Maya of course hanging out with some of their lady friends/classmates, looking hot as all damn hell in the UA school swimsuits. Those one piece leotards left very little to the imagination,that was for sure,a playful toungue blep on his face directed at the cotton candy acid girl and the blue shapeshfter bombshell as they waved with cheeky smiles,blowing kisses his way. Damn he just couldn't stay mad at them.*

Elena:"Kirishima-kun, you alrighty? You seem distracted. Nothing serious I hope.."0w0^w^*The spikey haired redhead felt his brain hit the brakes as that ever peppy,melodic voice spoke up. Elena getting his attention as he found himself looking her way. Goddamn what a view to behold as the exotic Kenyan princess (Seriously, what were the odds they'd have an actual princess in their class!!), wearing nothing more than a white mid-riff baring tanktop and white spandex booty shorts,and her distinct jewellery accessories was doing her usual personal workout routine. Feeling his pulse racing as no doubt blood was rushing to a certain place at seeing this six foot African beauty perform stretches and yoga style twists and bends. Her flexibility on display as she practiced her chosen fighting style, reminding himself how much Mina and the excange student had bonded over their sense of rhythm and love of dance. Her dusky chocolate skin coated in a glistening sheen of perspiration which threatened to soak her workout wear as she casually,seemlessly shifted around like an eel swimming through grease. Currently looking his way as she did a handstand,one palm flat on the gym mat floor while her legs performed the splits. To say he was having ideas would be an understatement*

Kirishima:*managing to exert some sense of willpower and self control as he kept his libido tame and at bay, sending a modest friendly smile her way.*"Yeah, I'm good Elena-chan.no worries, just been thinking was all.."*Left unsaid was the fact Maya had been hosting the exchange student in her dorm room,or that the shapeshifting hottie and Mina had been having regular slumber parties. To which the teased and gave him ideas that Elena was, to say the least, more than into him and wanting to be "very good friends". Quirking a brow curiously as Elena giggled, her tone and body language just radiating such soothing energy. Before she ceased her handstand and her routine as she planted herself upright, standing on her feet as she walked over to him with a distinct bounce to her step. Those bright blue eyes twinkling as she stopped and bent over to face him. Her expression playful as she looked into his own crimson eyes and made him feel...a sort of sense of deja vu.*

Elena:^w0"Let me guess, was it about me naked? You and me doing some very adult things, of which I'm sure Ms.Midnight would certainly approve.0w0 How does she put it,ah yes, "Just two young heroes enjoying the spirit and energy of their youth together as they should."*the Kenyan beauty giggled cutely at the look on Eijiro's face, his jaw risking dropping at the words that came out of her mouth as she tilted his jaw shut, before gently cuppping and caressin his face.* "It's okay if you do and more of course. After all,you've been a very wonderful friend. And I certainly think it's time you and I became quite very good Friends,don't you?"*She quipped before capturing his lips in a sudden kiss. certainly not a chaste peck either,oh no, this was a full on sensual, erotic sort of kiss. Her tongue caressing his lips before making its way into his mouth to dance with and caress his own. Purring and smiling as she found him returning and giving in kind,as she felt him grasp her snow white shortcut hair as he deepened their liplock. The pair of heroes in training moaning as Elena found him probing her throat while she caressed and traced those sharp shark like teeth of his. he duo soon breaking for air as a little stand of saliva broke between them, panting as their faces were flushed with red blushes of arousal.*

Kirishima:*an amused deadpan smile on his face as the Kenyan princess playfully blepped and smiled at him in kind*"Let me guess,Mina and maya's idea? Makes sense why you asked me here...and why they got the view there..."*shaking his head in bemusement as Elena giggled,her tone not lacking any of its usual playfulness and feisty friendliness. Kissing him on the lips softly and sensually as she backstepped away a bit, striking a little pose for him that made thos toned,limber mscles of hers flex, standing out thanks to the sunlight and her glistening sheen.*

Elena:"Of all the boys here,you stood out to me the most at first sight when we met. They could tell soon as we got acquainted and insisted they were more than okay with it. And of course they were very detailed and descriptive singing your praises,you manly puppy you..." *soon as she’d finished saying that,the exotic African babe made the sturdy hero in training drop his jaw and widen his eyes,taking delight in having his attention as she began to strip. Peeling off her tanktop and shorts as she exposed and laid herself bare before him. Flexing and posing for him,her movements silky and graceful. Looking like some divine goddess as his red eyes drank her in from hewed to toe. Her long,strong,toned powerful legs, her firm arms and good lord her hips and thighs. To say nothing of her boobs and bubble butt. Before she shit him a wink and a smile,blowing a kiss his way as she flexe her muscles and begs to change. Her muscle mass boosting as f her hands and feet took on the traits of a feline,cat ears sprouting on her head and a tail forming from where her spine tailbone met the pelvis. Fur formed on her arms and legs up to her biceps and mid-thigh, showing the colour and pattern of a cheetah, another portion acting like a makeshift bikini. The transformation complete as she struck a pose, sending him a purr and meow a her tail wagged.*

‘Elena, home country:Kenya, birthplace:France. Quirk:We’re-Cheetah. A transformation type quirk that enhances Elena’s flexibility and senses while it also increases her strength and especially her speed as it provides her the traits and qualities of the African Cheetah, such as a set of sharp fangs an claw. Her affable charm,friendly personality and sensual charisma combined with the exotic appeal of her looks and quirk ensure this young lady has a bright future ahead in the pro hero circuit.’

Kirishima stared in awe,face blushing so red thst it made his hair look paler in comparison. If Elena was a 10 before,in her quirked form she was an absolute 11 as the Kenyan hero exchange student posed for him. Courting his attention as if she were a wild animal in mating season looking for a good time, fitting given the nature and appearance of her transformed state. Before the chivalrous hero in training shook his head steeling his nerves with a look of firm determination as he stood up, stripoing off his gym suit top. Elena licking her lips sensually at seeing his sculpted torso, a result of his hours of dedicated,rigorous training. Her silky tail swaying seductively as she watched the sturdy redhead continue to strip until he was as naked as she was. Silently oohing and aweigh at the sight of his exposed loins. Such smooth yet large heavy balls and of course his absolute unit of length and girth as it breathed freely in the open air. Rising to full mast erection as it stood stiff and firm as a flagpole, looking like he could hammer nails into solid wood with that meat stick of his. All without yet needing the added benefit and enhancement of his quirk as despite being a solid even statuesque six feet tall, the 5 foot 7 absolute unit of a young buck felt like an equal. A sensual smile and blush on her the were-cheetah girl’s face as her blue eyes twinkled with arousal as the young buck approached her. Looking as serious as he would on a mission, which in his mind was all the same,as a real man never left a woman waiting and wanting.

Elena:*softly gasped as Eijiro didn’t stop until their fronts were pressed together. His head level with her breasts as his face nuzzled the valley of her cleavage. Giggling and moaning as she felt her erection sandwiching between her thighs, his length and girth pressing against her slit and the crack of her juicy bubbly booty.* “Oh my, such a look in your eyes, Mina and Maya told me you really became quite the beast once you get in the mood. Well then, you Manly Man you, please show me what a real alpha male You can be….” *She playfully quipped, cupping Kirishima’s face in her hands as she tilted his head up, gasping delightfully as she found one of his hands clasp the back of her head and the other reach around to grab a nice handful of her ass. A melodic moan escaping her luscious milk chocolate lips as he gave a firm squeeze of that booty meat.*

Kirishima:”For you,Princess? I’m not gonna disappoint….”*not wasting anytime and leaving no hesitation or doubt, the shark teethed redhead pressed his lips to hers as they kissed once more. Elena’s moans and gasps music to his ears,as they made out with a deep passion to fuel the growing sparks of desire between them. Their hands exploring one another as Kirishima felt the silky spotted fur and her exquisite muscles while she used her own quite healthy thighs to massage and jerk off his magnum dong. Feeling her snatch gush and lube up that length and girth as she traced and memorised every detail of his physique. From his firm pecs to his washboard abs, he was on par with all those classical renaissance sculptures.*

it wasn’t long before their make out intensified as the two heroes in training truly ran with the spirit and energy of the pair youth in ways that would make Midnight proud. Rolling around the floor as they kissed and groped one another,their tongues dancing in a sloppy game of spit swapping and tonsil hockey before Kirishima sat on the matted floor, shuddering as Elena stroked his shaft. Her padded,furry pawed hands heavenly Especially as she would perform such stunning fellatio. Sucking snd blowing on his cock as it was clear Mina and Maya gave her their toys to practice on. Effortlessly deepthroating him as her blue eyes looked at his red ones with friendly sensuality. Twikling with glowing lust and admiration for her new “Alpha Male” who didn’t stay idle as she found him masaaajnf and smacking her swaying ass. Making that booty jiggle as his fingers teased and caressed her slit. Her nectar flowing with a steady stream of growing arousal as her tail wagged with erotic delight as she popped her mouth off of his cock, nuzzling her face against it as she smiled a catlike grin,tongue teasing his balls as she stroked that veiny womb hammer. Eyes glowing with lust as she awaited his next move.

Elena:”Ahhhn my alpha,you really do know yiur way with a girl’s body. Aah please, enjoy me to your hesrt’s content and have your fill. Keep this uo and we may become more than just very good friends…”*The Kenyan heroine in training melodically praised,as she found her body laying at a 90 degree piledriver angle. His hands grasping and massaging her spread thighs as his tongue lapped away at her snatch. The slithery muscle drinking up her love nectar as it probed her folds, the African jungle princess biting her lip sensual as her tail wrapped around his shaft. Idly stroking that length and girth as the primal animal instincts within her began to take hold, truly coming to imprint on Kirishima as her alpha male, her body entering a mating heat, awaiting to be claimed by him sexually.*

Kirishima:”Princess…you feel amazing…so Damn hot….”*Eijiro couldn’t help but feel like the first times he’d fallen for Mina and Maya as he found himself currently fucking Elena doggy, or rather kitty style. Balls deep inside her as heavy sacks smacked against her clit, making her juices splash against his pelvis and rain down on the floor beneath them. His muscles rippling and flexing as his cock pumped into her snatch like the pistons of a jackhammer drill. Elena’s smooth abs swelling from the thickness and reach piercing her welcoming, eager womb. The gym walls and ceiling echoing with the sexual rhythm of their mating, the cries of passion and skin slapping skin as he’d smack that stunning chocolate booty which was amazing to watch jiggle. Her tits swaying as her claws grasped and scratched the mat up,her tail wrapping around her designated alpha male’s waist as she looked over her shoulder at him with devotion.*

The exotic exchange student and her studly Alpha Male didn’t know how long they’d went at it but quite frankly all that mattered to them was to maintain the flow and rhythm of raw,primal passion and desire between them. Elena feeling orgasm hit her so swiftly that there was no way to keep count but ooh the sweet pornographic bliss whenever Kirishima came. Especially inside her, Maya and Mina were right on the money about forgoing condoms. A magnum dong like Kirishima could only be enjoyed raw as the cheetah Lycan beaut relished every intimate position they performed in their primal dance of man and woman. Sitting and bouncing on his lap as they kissed in the seated lotus, to rolling around playfully fighting for dominance in a mating and Amazon press. Hearts glowing her in sky blue eyes as she found herself held up in a full nelson, screaming yes over and over as Eijiro flexed his muscular form and pumped his cock into her over and over. Missionary, spread eagle, piledriver, a veritable kama sutra for their first time becoming animalistic friends with benefits was an absolute must for the duo as their momentum saw her laying flat on the floor. Kirishima mounted atop her as he fucked her prone bone, the primal part of Elena’s brain howling “get me pregnant” over and over like a mantra. Claws deep in the mat as his cock hammered into her overflowing, warm pussy. Her booty a lush meaty cushion jiggling with every impact of their loins. Shuddering as they came together, Elena purring as her tail caressed his back,turning her head as they kissed kissed one another softly and sensually. Breaking their liplock as they heard applause, turning to see the source and finding they weren’t alone anymore.

Mina:*grinning with erotic,Pervy delight,her golden eyes having a soar of mischief and lust to them as she and Maya stood over their boyfriend and roommate. Ceasing their clapping and beginning to strip off their swimsuit leotards.*”Well now,Maya-senpai I knew these two would get along famously. But if two is company and three is a crowd,what’s four?”

Maya:”ooh I’m sure we can make it work just fine Pinky. But first thing’s first,what’s say we stop watching and really make out like animals…”*the blue shapeshifter teased erotically as she and Mina and stood naked before their boyfriend and his new bestie with benefits. Their bodies radiating raw desire as their pussies fished with arousal.*

Kirishima stared,blushjng and wide eyes,his red hair wet frkm sweat and effort as he looked between at his girlfriends and Elena, the cheetah princess playfully blepping and smiling as she was clearly ready and willing for a four way. To which the sturdy hero could only roll his eyes and smile bemusedly before he set his face to a determined expression. MUscles flexing,tensing as he mentally prepared to use his quirk as need be. His little Red Riot was going to to need the extra boost and energy and A Real man would and should never leave his important ladies needing an wanting. As Elena’s alpha male especially, he knew that he needed to go, Plus Fucking Ultra…..

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