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fanaticsnail · 9 days

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How They Kiss

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Word count: 200+ x4

Synopsis: four very different kisses with your favourite one piece characters. Small drabbles for four different scenarios.

Notes: I needed to write some kisses. Just some sweet kisses with our favourites. I adore writing kisses. There needs to be more kisses. This is me procrastinating.

Apprehensive Tag List: @sordidmusings @feral-artistry @i-am-vita @since-im-already-here @writingmysanity @gingernut1314 @mfreedomstuff @carrotsunshine @vespidphoenix

Aggressive Passion

Zoro, Kid, Killer, Doflamingo, Buggy, Crocodile, Luffy, Roger, Garp, Arlong, Lucci, Nami, Alvida, Ikkaku

Hands heaped in bunches clutch behind your head, fistfuls of your hair scrunched firmly against your scalp. Each moment you attempt to pull away and gasp for air, they're back on you and holding you firmly while their lips latch themselves desperately against your own.

All raw, all passion, all encumbering; consuming all of who and what you are and forging their claim upon you by the brutality of their embrace. Should you struggle to flee from their vice-like grip, desperately in need of a reprieve; their relentless tongue enters your mouth and captures your essence while simultaneously molding themselves into you.

When a small amount reprieve is granted; their lips find your jaw, your chin, your neck, and your shoulders. Wandering fingers scrape and claw at your back as your body is held at ransom to their vivacious lust. They have to claim you, they have to showcase their ownership of all that you are, they have to demonstrate to all surrounds that you are theirs and theirs alone.

Their lips write threats on your skin, and their raspy, lustful voice growls between bites, licks, and kisses.

“Mine,” their voice growls in a predatory rumble, their intentions not only convincing you, but themselves, “All mine.”

Silent Romance

Mihawk, Beckman, Rosinante Corazon, Rayleigh, Law, Shanks, Marco, Aokiji Kuzon, Robin, Vivi, Boa Hancock

Eyes glazed before shrouded beneath their fluttering eyelids, their lips caress yours with more words than lips could ever speak. A whisper calls to you, beckons you in as they rotate their chin to deepen their tantric oscillation.

Their hands wander up to cradle your flesh, gently raking the brush of their fingertips over your exposed skin before dipping beneath your shirt to seek out your body heat. Soft calls of their unspoken plea to open yourself up to a little more, they pull away from your lips to brush their nose and nuzzle their forehead against your own.

Your eyes flutter open, noticing their eyelids are partially cracked and gazing at you with longing. Their bruised lips softly upturn, their squinted smile showcased in the corner of their eyes. Anchoring yourself against them, you reignite their desire by pressing your lips once more to theirs.

As they part their lips, you feel the furrow of their brow in deep concentration, wrapped up in sharing the small carving of their personal bliss painted against you. It was portraiture, mapping your lips with their own and tasting the brushstrokes within each small change in momentum.

They whisper a call of your name, as their lips hover over yours. Their eyes hold more emotion than their words could ever speak.

Desperate Longing

Sanji, Ace, Shachi, Penguin, Helmeppo

The final lunge towards you held you captivated and in awe. Hands gripped at your waist, hips stapled your body between the hard surface of the cool floor, and the warmth of their body caging you beneath them.

Their warm tongue darted out to dominate and consume your own, breathy pants and whimpered whispers pleading a chant of, “More. Please more.”

Your hands reach up to caress their cheeks, hovering over the subtle dips and grooves you have mapped from memory. As they groaned through their struggle to claim more of your flavor over their palate, you met their desperation with only reciprocated passion.

Tugging at their hair has them whine against your lips. A strangulated groan followed by a roll of their eyes in bliss as you rolled them beneath your body with expert skill. Placing your hands beside their head and dipping down, you pressed an equally overemphatic kiss against their bruised lips.

Breath stolen from their lungs, heart beating with anxious rapidity, and hands wandering and roaming over your body; you bit, licked, caressed and sucked on their lips, jaw and neck as they cried out for you.

“Please,” they sniffed a soft sob, gasping their plea with the call of your name, “Please, I need more. Let me have more.”

Nervous Uncertainty

Usopp, Koby, Katakuri, Sabo, Franky, Hongo, Uni, Jimbei, Bartolomeo

A soft quiver in the corner of their lips, their brows elevated into a peaked triangle centralized to their forehead. Your eyes were darting between theirs, watching them wordlessly begin leaning in towards you.

Stuttering in their momentum, they hover their staggering lips over your own and their breath brushes against your skin. What felt like an eternity to them, they waited the turn of your cheek to reject their advance.

Your lips draw up into a broad smile, your eyelashes flutter as you lean in to take that final plunge and meet their lips. A shocked gasp is pulled from their throat, your smile only making their nerves spark with more intensity.

A hum of surprise fled from their lips the moment you parted your mouth to brush your tongue against theirs. Caressing their cheek, you support and guide them to make bolder movements. When their right hand finds your left, they interlace their fingers within your own while drawing their left hand to your hips.

What started with a steady and unsure stagger quickly sprung to more deliberate and intentional movements. They deepen the kiss with an angle of their chin, the brush of their nose and several open presses of their lips on yours.

“I don't do this often,” their voice quivers out their hushed confession, “But I want to keep doing this with you.”

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quinloki · 4 months

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Penguin - Kisses

Reader style - Afab she/her Time slot - Business Hours (technically, whew!) Client Name - (⌐■_■) Anonymous! CW: Kissing. I mean, KISSING, kissing.

You’d asked on a whim, the words coming out of your mouth before your brain was able to stop them. The embarrassment that filled the air between the two of you was heavy quickly.

Shachi had choked on his drink, Penguin’s face had gone an incredible shade of red. He pulled his newsies cap lower for a moment, before clearing his throat.

“I’m not against it, Miss.” He says, confidence finding its way back into his voice and actions slowly. He raises his head a little as he moves closer to you. “It was just such an abrupt request.”

You swallow, the weight of your words sinking into the rest of you as Penguin’s fingers slipped between yours. You could feel the pace of your heart beat quicken, and you were positive he could too, as astute as he was.

“It… was, wasn’t it?” You agree nervously, letting your fingers slip between his, shifting just a little closer. Embarrassment or not you weren’t going to let the opportunity pass. “But since… you’re okay with it, I’d really appreciate it.”

“Well, there’s a few kinds,” Penguin points out, leaning in close enough that you can see the bright color of his eyes even shaded by the cap. “Am I working my way up to it, or just-.” His free hand comes up, finger under your chin, tilting it up a little. “Diving right in?”

“Wuh-work-working up to it.” You stammer, suddenly feeling a little out of your league.

Penguin was always so sweet, and sure he could be a goofball - especially when Shachi was around - but you had expected his response to be different. To be flustered, and unsure. That he’d laugh it off or say it was one of the addons of the club that he didn’t do. Or, no offense of course, didn’t want to do with you.

He uses the single finger under your chin to guide you, tilting his head a little as his lips brush against yours. The gentle action is warm and soft, fleeting for what you want, your own hunger pulling a quiet gasp from your lips as he leans back a little and smiles.

“More?” He hums and leans before you can answer kissing you softly. It’s more than the light brush of lips he started with, a little heat and weight behind it, a moment’s pause before he leans back again.

“More.” You murmur, lips barely moving, eyes shifting from his down to his lips.

He leans in again, finger under your chin shifting until his hand is caressing your face. His tongue slips along his lips before meeting yours. Warm, wet, pressed heavy against your own lips, soft hum in his chest vibrating against your lips.

When he leans back again you can feel your heart racing, you breathe in deep, the heat between you both leaving you dizzy. It wasn’t that you couldn’t breathe, but rather you forgot to even do so. Despite the rush, and the pleasure of it, your greed gets the better of you.

“More.” You say, clearly this time. Heatedly. Demanding.

Begging.

Penguin grabs your head in his hands, leaning forward swiftly, and kissing you deeply. His lips press against yours so hotly that it’s almost crushing. He shifts your face, giving you the smallest chance for a breath, before his tongue licks across your lips and pushes into your mouth. In some way you feel like you gave him permission, but at the same time you feel like you’re being herded.

Controlled like a shoal of fish at the mercy of a creature far more in control than you.

Penguin’s tongue dances in your mouth, teasing and testing, stealing sense from you and leaving pleasure in its wake. Your desire for more is fully sated before he leans back again, leaving you to pant slightly, hazy eyes trying to find the beautiful bright color of his eyes that you’d seen before.

A toothy grin crosses his face, pleased with the job he’s done.

“I need you to kiss me like that.” Shachi says, and your daze shatters into near mortified clarity.

You’d forgotten he was there.

#One Piece Host Club AU #December Drabble Event 2023 #One Piece Fanfiction #x reader #reader insert #penguin one piece

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loresona · 13 days

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Chapters: 3/9 Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Heart Pirates & Trafalgar D. Water Law Characters: Trafalgar D. Water Law, Heart Pirates, Shachi (One Piece), Penguin (One Piece), Ikkaku (One Piece), Bepo (One Piece), Jean Bart (One Piece), Clione (One Piece), Uni (One Piece), Hakugan (One Piece) Additional Tags: Heart Pirates as Family, Heart Pirates Week 2024, One Word Prompts, Drabble Collection, One Shot, One Shot Collection Summary:

My works for heart pirates week 2024! I'm doing this alongside my final term at uni, so forgive any lateness and any shitty writing, as I do not have the energy to make these into masterpieces. They're silly prompts about my favourite silly guys.

#one piece #heart pirates #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law #penguin one piece #bepo one piece #ikkaku one piece #clione one piece #uni one piece #hakugan one piece #shachi one piece #one shots #drabbles #prompts #heart pirates week 2024 #ao3

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princessphilly · 1 year

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I would like a Crosby mustache ride.

@chara-hugs @whatishockey @newlibrary @himbos-on-ice @thebookofmags @littlebabyboybarzal

Nina hated mustaches so much. She hated them with the force of 100 red hot suns. Get a beard, a goatee, anything than just a fucking mustache was her thing.

Right now though, as the hairs of Sidney’s mustache tickled her inner thigh, she shivered as she hovered over his head. Her thighs wanted to close but as his hands grabbed her ass cheeks and kept her legs spread apart, she understood just how good that mustache could really be

#drabbles #smut #blurbs #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #sidney crosby #sidney crosby fic #sidney crosby imagine #abao #abao Drabble #Sidney x nina #nhl smut #hockey smut #hockey imagine #hockey blurb #nhl blurb #penguins imagine #sidney crosby blurb

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capnkoen · 8 months

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"-I am aware of that, but considering the situation at hand, and the much more unpleasant alternatives, I suggest you-"

Oswald, the newly appointed mayor of Gotham, loved a lot of things about his chief of staff.

From his riddles and puns to his odd habits and unique ways to express himself, Edward had endeared himself to Oswald over time and had become his closest (and only) friend.

Another thing the kingpin liked about Ed, was his intelligence. He was more often than not left gaping when his dear friend would demonstrate knowledge Oswald hadn't know he'd possessed before. This was one of those times.

"Herr Weber! Genau der Mann den ich sprechen wollte. Hören Sie, die letzte Lieferung von 'Büromaterialen' scheint nicht angekommen zu sein-"

It was interesting to watch Ed switch from one language to another, depending on the person on the other end of the call. He was fluent in the way he spoke, confident, never stuttering or doubting the meaning of his words. He knew what he was doing, that was made abundantly clear when Oswald once asked him a while ago if it was a better idea to hire a translator.

"Oswald, trust me. I know what I'm doing."

Edward then proceeded to have a lengthy conversation with a French mobster about shipments and whatnot. (Oswald wasn't fluent and therefore could only pick up bits and pieces from the conversation, not that he'd told Ed that.)

"Vielen Dank, einen schönen Tag noch."

The taller hung up with a sigh of apprehension.

Oswald, snapping out of his musings, reached out to put a hand on Ed's shoulder.

#ed is a smart boy #just a little drabble #i headcanon Edward as either multilingual or polyglot #edward nygma #the riddler #oswald cobblepot #the penguin #mayor cobblepot #chief of staff nygma #nygmobblepot

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provokedgoalie · 2 years

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scaredy cat.

pairing: sidney crosby x reader

a/n: me writing fluff?? shocking. me & @puckssbunny were talking about sid & it made me soft, so this happened. this was a bit of a self-indulgent thing, so it felt good to write for myself. <3 (also, plot kinda took a mind of its own. honestly, didn't know where it was taking me 😂)

Lounging on the couch with a fleece blanket wrapped around your shoulders, you decided to put on a movie that came out recently, with your boyfriend, Sidney— and although he wasn't a huge fan of horror, he did enjoy seeing you jump every now and then from the corner of his eyes.

“You can hide behind me if it's too scary.” he offered, with a teasing grin; fingers wiggled up your leg, causing you to lightly kick him.

“Oh, shut up. I'm not scared.” you rolled your eyes, but scooted closer to him nonetheless.

He chuckled at your blatant lie, but hoisted you up by the waist to set you on his lap.

You were usually good at masking your fear, but when you heard the music take a sinister turn, you tucked your face into his neck with a whimper.

“Maybe we should watch something else?” He murmured, soothing circles into your back with a gentle hand.

“Umm, okay,” you ashamedly mumbled. “How about The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie?”

He threw his head back with a booming laugh, “You just want to sing the Goofy Goobers song, don't you?”

“Maybe...”

“Alright, you goober. I much rather hear you laugh than scream in my ear, anyway.”

♡

Needless to say, you retaliated with a pillow to his head— chirping him about losing his quick reflexes off the ice, to which he bashfully smiled in response.

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esperata · 4 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Batman (Cartoon 2004) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Oswald Cobblepot/Edward Nygma Characters: Oswald Cobblepot, Edward Nygma Additional Tags: Drabble, Flirting Summary:

Penguin has been persistent in asking Riddler out but isn't sure what to make of the refusals.

#ao3fic #drabble #riddlebird #oswald cobblepot #edward nygma #the penguin #the riddler

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sleepyeye17 · 1 year

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Neurodivergent Love Languages: Penguin Pebbling

Final installment of this series. Sorry for the delay, depression hit.

This series of fics is inspired by a post by amythest@neurowonderful. The post is on the five Neurodivergent love languages: Infodumping, parallel play, support swapping, ‘crush my soul back into my body,’ and ‘I found this cool object and thought of you’. This is the fifth and final fic in the series, and the love language is I found This Cool Object, also known as Penguin Pebbling. Neurowonderful defines this as “I found this cool rock/button/leaf etc and thought you would like it: unconventional gift giving, sharing things that are valuable or interesting to you as a sign of affection, OR giving someone a thing you know they are interested in (sure, memes count).” Some people call this penguin pebbling, because Gentoo Penguins show love by giving their SO pebbles.

Eddie slips things into Steve’s pockets. Steve doesn’t even notice he’s doing it at first, but when he does laundry he finds things that Eddie has snuck in there.

A Bic lighter, when Eddie finally swears to quit smoking. It has a little bat drawn on it in black sharpie.

A thin comb, the kind you get for free at hotels.

A tootsie roll.

A cork, with the tapered end stained burgundy.

A pair of purple dice.

A lead soldier.

Steve keeps all of these things in an old wooden cigar box with a picture of Romeo and Juliet on it. The box belonged to his grandfather. Now it’s filled with Eddie’s things.

A scrunchie.

A sheet of photos of the two of them, taken at the arcade photo booth. It shows Eddie leaning in and kissing Steve on the cheek, then ducking out, leaving Steve looking red and bewildered.

A perfectly round stone.

A ring made out of a nail.

A wolf figurine.

Steve doesn’t give those sorts of things to Eddie. He does give Eddie dandelions, though. Any time he sees a dandelion, he picks it and gives it to Eddie. He’ll make a whole bouquet of them, or put them in Eddie’s hair. Eddie loves them. He loves how wild and light they are.

“Why dandelions?” he asks. Steve shrugs.

“I dunno. They’re wild. Have a lot of wishes.” He smiles. “Very hard to kill.”

#steve harrington #steddie #neurodivergent love languages #Neurodivergent eddie munson #its the neurodivergency #eddie munson adhd #steve harrington adhd #eddie munson #steve x eddie #Joe Quinn #joe keery #joseph quinn #stranger things #headcannon #penguin pebbling #I saw a cool thing and thought of you #gift giving #steddie Drabble #oneshot

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hippolotamus · 6 months

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Trick or treat!!

Hello, dearest! Earlier this year I started a set of Twylexis drabbles to post during D&P's anniversary week. Sadly, all the inspiration fled and would not come back in time. But I will give you a bit of what is there. Especially considering they pick up where the Wedding drabble prompt left off 🥰 (all word prompts are from @schittscreekdrabbleblog)

Mist

Despite the earlier downpour, the rain has subsided to a fine mist. Enough that people are giving David and Patrick their well wishes and beginning to leave the cafè. Alexis forces herself away from the counter to make sure guests receive their goodie bags packed with samples from the apothecary and mini wine bottles with tuxedo wrappers. She pulls one of the bottles out, realizing her mistake when her chest becomes tight and her vision becomes watery. How many more tears can she cry today? She quickly replaces it and swipes away a stray tear. Maybe nobody noticed. “Lex?” Shit.

Sun

Twyla’s only had the last year to practice everything she couldn’t – didn’t – say before Alexis left. She doesn’t even have to say it all, just one question really. It seemed so much simpler in her head. But that was before Alexis was standing in her cafè, looking like a daydream with her head thrown back, laughing at something George said. How did Twyla let her go? Alexis turns her attention to Twyla then, glowing like sunshine personified, and oh no she can’t do this. “Hey, Twy,” Alexis says, soft and uncharacteristically shy. “Hi, Lex.” Breathe. “Can I ask you something?”

Trip

Coming back to Schitt’s Creek is a special kind of hell, even with a professional company taking care of the actual moving. Somehow the truck gets delayed by a week, leaving Alexis with only the contents of her suitcase. Then Roland tries to enforce some imaginary mayoral authority, nearly causing the truck to leave without delivering anything. Thankfully Patrick manages to corral Roland and smooth everything over. But it’s worth the frustration. Because it gets her Twyla, just across the mattress instead of hundreds of miles away. “Good morning, babe.” “Yeah.” Twyla snuggles closer, sighing and content. “It really is.”

#hippo gets mail #stereopticons #hippo writes #twylexis drabble #for my beloved science penguin #🦦💞🦛#👻🎃🕷️#come trick or treat!!#sc drabble

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fanaticsnail · 27 days

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Please, I'll be good

Masterlist here.

Word count: 1,200+

Synopsis: after rescuing you in the heat of battle, he can no longer contain his desires for you. He was so good. He can keep being good if it means you'll keep kissing him.

Koby, Sanji, Corazon, Sabo, Buggy, Shachi, Ace, Penguin

Themes: unrequited love, semi-sub!love-interest x semi-dom!reader, gn!reader, kissing, confessions of love, he sits on your lap, he is incredibly needy, he just wants to kiss you, fully clothed, sfw, literally just kissing, you call him "sweetheart," brief mention of 'reader' having a friends-with-benefits relationship with another character.

Notes: I couldn't get this kiss out of my head, and I needed to write it down. It was written with Sabo in mind, but I could seriously see any of these wonderful men in his position. I love writing kisses 🖤. Big thank you to @sordidmusings for her suggestions with the inner monologue 😩👌

Tag list: @lostfirefly @sordidmusings @writingmysanity @since-im-already-here @carrotsunshine @gingernut1314 @feral-artistry

He saved you. Again.

Whether it was standing beside him in combat, rescuing you from unwanted attention at a tavern, ensuring you were well fed and hydrated during the day, taking care of all the supplies you needed upon your next adventure - he was always there by your side: your associate, confidant and friend.

In this set of unique circumstances, he managed to do more for you than simply tear you from combat. He saved you. Truly, saved you.

A finishing shot was aimed at you, and your body froze in place. With your eyes wide, he snatched you from your stance and whisked you from your place in the heat of battle.

After checking you for injuries, he cupped your cheek and uttered with all sincerity: “You're safe. I've got you.”

“Thank you, Sweetheart,” was all you managed to whisper in your shock, a name you had bestowed to him, half in jest, that simply stuck. He was a sweetheart, and you had no choice but to refer to him as such.

The relationship between the two of you was strong, as close as close friends could be. You shared your deepest secrets with him, and he shared his thoughts with you. You adored him, everything about him just sang to your soul.

At one stage early on in your comradery, you could've seen yourself diving into something deeper with him. But as you both opened yourself up more in your friendship, you chose to halt it in place. “Flirty friends,” is how you'd refer to it, “Just flirty friends.”

Casually lounging on the plush sofa beside him, you notice he's a little more on edge than usual. He's sitting up straight, rigid and firm beside you as his eyes fix on a point on the wooden panel behind the unwoken transponder.

Attempting to put him at ease, you sit up a little and rest your head on his shoulder and bring your hand up to encase his within yours.

“Thank you again, Sweetheart,” your words whisper as you trace gentle circles into the back of his hand with your thumb, “You're always so good to me.”

His body seemed to tense up more, the softest hitch in his breath alerting you of his discomfort.

“Are you okay?” You ask, leaning away from his shoulder to glance into his face. His eyes remain fixed on the point, his teeth clenched behind his closed lips.

In one final attempt to put him more at ease, you lean up and gently touch your lips to his right cheek. A soft gasp along with the turn of his cheek inwards had you pull away from him to check in one more.

“Sweetheart, what's wrong-?” You attempt to ask, he immediately speaks over the top of your concerned tone with an unsure and elevated tone. He avoided your gaze with his eyes, but kept his face turned towards you.

"-Look, I know you've got someone. M-Maybe even a couple of someone's. I know I'm not what you want-...” He utters quickly, his words tumbling over his lips faster than he can hold them back, “...-I just want you to know that you're what I want. You're the only one I want. If you could be that for me, for just a little while, I'll be so good to you. Please.”

You're left stunned. You’d often play into your friendship a little with some light banter and flirting, simply to see how far he'll play along. Flustering him, watching him hide his smile by downturning his face, was one of your favorite things to behold. Whether you were working, or relaxing in your home for the night with a few of the others - he was often flustered with your words and body language.

He quickly turned his head more and angled his chin down, seeking out your lips with his own. He hovered just before making contact, dancing with the borders of friendship and giving in to his craving for something more.

“I suppose you do need something beyond a simple kiss on the cheek this time,” you smiled at him, cradling his cheek beneath your right hand and drawing him closer, “You've been so unbelievably good to me, afterall.”

Smiling broadly, you lean forward to press your lips gently against his in a chaste kiss. He deeply and sharply inhaled through his nose, a subtle whimper rising from within his mouth. This small peck ended as soon as it began, his body chasing yours upon your retreat. He wordlessly called with his body to you, beckoning you into another kiss.

You give him just a touch more than the kiss prior: a real kiss that is deep, long and loving. A kiss that leaves him begging for more and more. Any time he thinks you may end it, any time that you start to slow down or lighten the pressure, he’s grasping to have you impossibly closer and begging you not to break your lips from his.

In his mind, he is crying for you, screaming for this moment to never cease. “Just give me a little more, anything. I'm sorry I'm not what you want but could you please keep doing it? Please, please? As a reward?”

“I was good!” He continued his inner monologue, hungrily claiming your lips against his own, “I can keep being good for you.”

You could feel his desperation from each kiss he placed upon your lips, hungrily seeking more and more each time he broke one kiss to lead into another.

“I’ll be so good,” he whispered into your skin, his breath tickling against your lips as your eyes widened in response, “Please. I'll be good. So, so good.”

“Sweetheart- mmmfph!” you whispered his name as he consumed your words with his mouth hurridly, his eyes flinching as he drew his body closer.

“Y-Yes?” He stuttered, his knees crawling up onto the cushioned base of the sofa as he prowled towards you. You responded by inching away from him and bringing your hands down to cup behind his thighs.

Urging him towards you with your hands, you press your back against the frame of the back-rest of the sofa, and usher him to straddle your lap. His hands flew up to your cheeks, his long fingertips finding the hair behind your ears and lacing them within it.

He hastily pressed his lips into yours, turning his head and moaning against your mouth. Prying open your lips with his, he hurriedly sought your tongue out with his own: savoring every moment you were granting him your undivided romantic attention.

Raking your hands over his thighs, you drew them up to his hips: fingers dancing along the hemline of his shirt. He winced away, a huffed laugh in reaction to your gentle touch, a laugh that caught within his mouth as you tickled his skin.

He reached his hands down over your own, breaking your contact away from his stomach and placed them on the back rest beside your head. He interlaced his fingers with your own, deepening the kiss as you took every moment of affection he was pressing into you.

“Sweetheart,” you whispered once more, attempting to break away your lips from his to no avail.

“Please,” he whimpered against your lips, “Please, let me keep kissing you,” he sobbed, kissing the corner of your lips and uttering, “I just want to kiss you.”

Your eyes widened, darting down to his lips and back to his beautiful eyes. Your lips parted as you began articulating your thoughts, halting only as he drew his fingers to your lips and pressed against them softly.

“Please.”

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extremelyputridfishbreath · 1 year

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I LOOK FOR THE SIGHT

AND NOT WHAT I BITE

#club penguin oc #club penguin ocs #club penguin #// blood #// injury #tw blood #ghost!rolly #well i guess deciding to focus on writing both last week and this week paid off because ive been writing drabbles for this au so. Yay?#rip to rolly though LOL!!!

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quinloki · 9 months

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Birthday Request Event

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader: afab!Reader Character: Shachi and Penguin Kink: #14 Threesome #7 Ice cubes/hot wax Prompt: #10 "Someone's gonna hear you." Gift Giver: @strawheart-pirate

Summary: Those North Blue Boys can run hot and cold, and Shachi and Penguin are ready to prove it to you.

Content Notes: established relationship, pet name (little shoal), use of ice cubes, hot wax, begging, teasing, rough treatment, lil' light bondage, two doms one sub

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

Notes: This gift requestor was inspired by their request and WROTE THEIR OWN ONE SHOT - Go check it out <3

Shachi is behind you, feet hooked against your knees, keeping your legs spread wide at the edge of the bed. He’s leaned back a little, allowing you to lay against his stomach. Your hands were tied behind your back, and he’s sweeping your hair away from your face, warm and tender fingers caressing your face.

Penguin is between your legs, running an ice cube up the inside of your leg, starting at your ankle and drawing a slow line up your leg. You squirm a little, not enough to knock the ice off course, letting a small gasp fall from your lips.

“Making noises already.” Shachi teases. “Your voice is going to echo through the halls before we’re done if you’re not careful.”

“I – I said you should guh-gag me,” you struggle with the words as Penguin slips the ice to the back of your thigh. “At the start of this.”

Penguin grins and you feel your pussy shiver. “But then you wouldn’t be struggling so much.”

You came into this relationship believing that Penguin was the sweet and gentle one, but he was more of a menace than Shachi. Especially in these situations.

Penguin kneels down and begins to lick the thin trail of water that the ice has left against your skin and your toes curl as you try to keep yourself quiet. You feel a cube against your other leg when he gets to your thighs, face between your thighs, smiling up at you as he massages the cold cubes into the back of your legs.

“We don’t want you to get too cold.” Shachi pipes up as you start shivering against him. It’s not the ice cubes making you tremble, but you know he knows that, so there’s no point in saying it.

“Let me know how it feels, (Y/N),” he says, holding a candle over your stomach. “I want to warm you up, not burn you.” He has it almost three feet over your skin, and you’re staring at the flame, mesmerized by it as he tilts the candle.

The first drip makes your body flinch. It’s sharp and unexpected, but the heat doesn’t linger too long, and it’s not painful past the initial sting.

“W-warm,” you manage, squirming a little as he drips another drop, having moved it just a little closer. “Ah – haaa, mmm… wuh-warmer.” You admit.

“It’s pretty cold in here as it is.” Shachi says, looking at Penguin. “Lets warm you up properly before we really cool you down.”

Penguin leans forward, burying his face in your pussy, holding your hips as you buck from the sudden pleasure. You hadn’t seen him move because you were still watching the flame on the candle. You cry out for a second before Shachi pushes a couple fingers in your mouth muffling your sounds.

You suck and lick his fingers almost automatically, moaning against them as Penguin’s tongue pushes deep inside you, his nose teasing your clit lightly. Shachi licks his lips, tilting the candle and trailing lines of wax over your stomach, enjoying your squeaks and grunts as he moved the candle closer and further from you.

Never so close as to burn you, but your moans took on a different pitch as the trailed up between your breasts.

“-Achi,” you try to say his name with his fingers in your mouth, squirming and trying not to think about what he’s planning. “Aaachi, eight.”

“Eight?” He questions a grin in his tone as he pulls his fingers from your mouth. “Wanna try that again.”

“W-wait,” you stammer. “Don’t, I mean, you’re not going to, uh, drip wax, there, right?”

“There?” He muses, leaving a line across the tops of your tits. “Wherever could there mean, I wonder?”

“My nipples, you – Hhnnnnggh!!” Your body tenses as Penguin shifts, suckling your clit and pushing two fingers into your vagina.

“That’s where you want it next then?” Shachi muses.

You shake your head. “No, no, I – ahhh – I, want-nnnngh!” Penguin’s fingers flex, nearly making you cum. “I’m guh-gonna – cum if you do that!” You cry the words, unable to move much with Shachi’s free arm holding your shoulders against his stomach, and Penguin keeping your hips in place. With your legs still held open by Shachi’s feet you were effectively trapped.

“Well, if it’ll make you cum,” Shachi muses, knowing that you weren’t talking to him. He runs a line along the curve of your breast, as Penguin pushes pleasure into you. You watch the trail, nervous, enamored, and on the verge of orgasm.

Penguin leans back and gives your soaking cunt a rough slap as the hot wax hits your nipple and you scream, buck, whimper and moan all within a single second. The rush of pleasure was like a jolt, sending electricity straight to your core, but over too quick. You came, but you didn’t have time to really enjoy it.

Penguin kisses the insides of your thighs as Shachi teases your unwaxed breast idly. “The whole ship really is going to hear you, if you screech like that.” He teases.

“It’s your fault.” You pout. “You’re both too mean.”

“Too mean? You came, didn’t you?” Shachi coos, setting the candle aside.

“… barely.”

Shachi laughs and Penguin grins, teeth against your skin. “Well then, let us cool the sting of those words, little shoal.”

You whimper. “Why’s my nickname gotta be something penguins and orcas hunt?”

Shachi lifts you up a little, teeth and lips teasing your neck and shoulders. “It’s because you struggle,” he begins, twisting your nipples a little, crumbling the wax away from the one, smiling when you gasp softly. “And squeak, and you’re delicious.”

Shachi’s legs pull yours wider, and you squirm when you see a bucket of ice cubes in Penguin’s hands.

“You’re not -.”

“We said we’d cool you down.” Penguin interrupts, running a single cube along the line of where your thighs meet your torso. “You’re so heated about the earlier treatment.” He grins running the cube down your slit.

“C-cold!” You gasp, bucking as Shachi holds you tightly.

“Gonna get a little colder.” Shachi promises you, nipping at the curve of your ear as Penguin pushes the ice cube into your vagina.

You swear, hissing and gasping the words, but you don’t get a chance to say much else as Penguin pushes two more ice cubes into you one right after the other. Then another. It’s cold, it’s so unbelievably cold, but the ice is already melting, you can hear and feel the water dripping out.

“Geez,” Penguin hums. “Gonna need more to cool you down.” He picks up two cubes in hand, pushing them in quickly and pushing his fingers in behind them. Your breath catches in your throat at first, before you let out a shaking and shivering whine, body trembling against Shachi.

“Cold! Too cold! Penguin, please!”

“I’ll warm you up, slower this time.” He hums, leaning down and licking against your clit as he pushes two fingers inside you. His fingers feel almost hot compared to the frigid cold of the melting ice, pleasure distracting you as his tongue works against your clit.

Shachi’s hands are all over your skin, fondling your breasts, rubbing your arms, hugging you tight against him to warm you up a little and distract you. His lips and teeth danced along your neck and shoulders, hot breath falling over your skin.

Penguin stands up, pulling his fingers out of you and releasing a small flood of melted ice onto the floor in a splatter. You could feel your body heating up in embarrassment as the two of them chuckled.

“Always so wet.” Shachi purrs into your ear.

“It’s on-only because,” your stammered sentence dies on your lips as Penguin moves his tied off boiler suit out of the way, revealing his thick cock. You can’t think of what you were going to say, your mind was already mush from the push and pull of the temperature changes, and now you just wanted Penguin inside of you.

Certainly, his – certainly he would warm you up.

“This is why we call you little shoal.” Shachi murmurs, hands gently teasing your body as Penguin rubs his tip against your slit. “You always give in when you know you’re properly fucked.”

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foxgirlplushie · 1 year

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Bison and May? I think they'd have a really funny "will they won't they" dynamic.

Their conversation echoes through the halls of Rhodes Island.

"I'm telling you, you're looking at this all wrong. Have you seen the messes they make on the job?"

"Messes, yes, but they always finish the job! The messiness is a smokescreen for what's going on behind the scenes!"

"Have you...ever met Emperor?"

"Well, no, but -"

"There's no 'secret evil' or ulterior motive'. There's nothing nefarious or evil going on - honestly, there's not much of anything going on. He just kinda...doesn't give a shit."

"I see...he's got you fooled too!!"

#may pls #just let the penguin live his life in...#i dont think you can call it 'peace' but the point stands #asks #arknights drabbles

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Side to side, just trying to carefully step on the snow and trying to find firm ground to not let any of these boxes fall into a huge sugary mess. He wasn’t trying to make a big deal out of this but he had spent a lot of time making these sweets. Every single one was decorated to perfection. Initially Mint had planned to bring just one cake, a simple chocolate one that his…That Creamy said he liked it so much after trying it.

But once he started to bake, he just could not stop. Thinking and going over what he was going to say. And pin/pointing what he was going to say if it went in a different direction. He whipped the lemon meringue when the idea of them splitting off came to his head. Would Creamy erase his memory? Would he just take a harsher approach and spirit him away??

He did leave a note… Just in case he didn’t return that afternoon.

The way to Creamy’s house wasn’t that far off from him it was very close to a couple of other houses. The housing on the island wasn’t much of a problem. They didn’t stay empty too long, even after someone moved, they would be occupied. And yet Creamy’s side seemed to be… Quieter than the usual neighbor.

Maybe he was keeping it that way, maybe it was magic to keep other penguins away. Maybe Creamy wanted to be left alone.

“Do you need some help with that?” He was sitting by the steps to the door of the house. Still disguised as a penguin. How long had he been waiting there? Creamy smiled, he felt happy that Mint had taken h invitation, after all this time. But they could spend it just like normal. No weird attacks, no penguins becoming evil thanks to magic.

Creamy himself felt a bit scared too. During that last discussion, he didn’t want to call it a fight, but couples did fight occasionally. He hoped that this would at least manage to soothe things down a bit more. Mint stumbled a little as he adjusted the boxes with a quick nod.

“I thought you would be waiting inside.”

“Yeah, I was going to but I forgot we had to get inside my house first.”

The other penguin was confused, raising a brow as Creamy took some of the boxes and gestured the door with his head. Mint had been inside Creamy’s house before, it wasn’t anything interesting. It was a little bare, but he had blamed that on the fact that the supposed penguin had recently moved.

When they walked in, it was still bare, with a single couch and a lamp in the middle. He was going to keep walking until Creamy took his flipper, making him a bit flustered as they walked back out. Then waited for a spot.

When they walked in he almost ran back out when the swirl of colors attacked them. The door closed behind them with a slam as his eyes adjusted back to the light. “Woah…”

Mint watched as everything around him grew to live. Quite literally as they rose like the sunflowers looking for their namesake. Maybe he was shrinking instead. If he had been asked a few days before he would have denied this place to be Creamy’s house. That it was something out of a watercolor painting from a penvictorian artist. There was no shortage of color.

The house was perfect for a fairy to live in. With soft pink hues mixing with deep purples and oranges you could say that he was walking in the sunset. The walls were covered in pictures of flowers, stained papers with beautiful pictures of seals with pretty dresses just like Creamy. “Come on! I have the water already boiling for us.”

He glanced up, there was the seal, wearing a yellow overall that was maybe a bit too big for him because the fabric gathered and layered around his ankles with a beautiful mayflower embroidered on the side. And the shirt, puffed sleeves, he managed to see the name Campion and 3°B stitched on the side of one sleeve.

“Oh, are we having tea?”

“Yeah… I know that it’s a bit expected but I got a new tin that I wanted to try. It’s cherry with Tigerlily.”

A few seconds passed, staring at each other for a split. Lingering in the air.

“So this is your house?” “Yeah! I like to keep it… Cheerful.”

“It certainly seems like it. Everything is so big. You’re really big.”

That made Creamy blush. Mint looked down, that had sounded so wrong as soon as he let it out of his mouth. He chuckled as he tried to alleviate the situation… When he heard barking. Coming down a set of stairs, came a whirl that was almost as big as him. A purple furry whirl with two silly little eyes and a yellow nose. A bow tied to its ear… Maybe it was holding more purple fur.

It came yapping at Mint, making him take a step back. “Uh… Creamy?! Is this one of the Monsters?!” An experiment gone wrong? Maybe Creamy was trying to study how to stop them.

“Luckily, no… This is Chanela, he’s my familiar. He’s not very smart.”

“You’re very stinky!! You are a stinky sweaty boy!!” The hairball ran around Mint, shouting stinky over and over again. Creamy tried to hold back the laughter as he watched his poor friend trying not to squish the poor creature into mashed fur. “That’s enough of that.” Creamy picked Chanela up, Mint heard him bark still as they waltzed off into the kitchen.

Very well decorated like the rest of the house. A whistle was heard.

The kettle was letting out steam. Creamy placed the pastry boxes on the old wooden table. Using a wash clothe to pick them up from the fire and move it to a cooler fireless part of the stove. He hummed as he looked for the tin of tea, putting down an aquamarine-colored teapot.

Mint watched, and not wanting to feel useless and leave Creamy with all the work, he moved closer. “Do you need any help? I’ll set up the table while-“ “That’s okay, I got it.” The cabinets opened with a soft lavender glow around them. Creamy grabbed a scoop. The plates swirled around the air before being placed on the table. He added three scoops of the tea, one for the teapot and two for Mint and him. The cakes were lifted out of their boxes, being placed on plates.

Mint watched in awe as his cakes were floating in the air only to be delicately put on mismatched china plates. He watched as the whole table was set by Creamy while still standing by the old stove, pouring down the water over the leaves. Even Chanela got his own little treat on a plate by the backdoor. He yipped as he began to munch.

“There we go.” He dropped a cozy over the teapot, carried it to the table, looking down for a moment. Creamy felt his fur fluff up with a bit of fear and worry, Mint, was staring around the kitchen still, he gulped softly, glancing down. “S-Sorry, I didn’t mean… I just do it like that every time, you could’ve helped, it was just a force of habit.” “It’s fine… I just… I’ve never seen a flying cake before.”

“Oh…”

“It was mighty impressive, and you always do it like that?” “Yeah, when I have too much in my head. I just do it.” He pulled the chair back for him, Mint glanced at his chair and then back at Creamy. “I don’t know how you expect me to do that.” His forehead even touched the seat of the chair. Creamy giggled as he moved his hands awkwardly, gently picking up Mint and putting him in the chair.

He still couldn’t reach the table. Creamy looked down a bit, touching the table to make it float up, it worked nicely. At least it would do for now. Creamy smiled as he moved back, settling into his place. He started cutting the chocolate cake first. It was his favorite.

The tea was poured and the cup floated by. They shrunk in size just right for Mint when they came to him. Neither of them waited long enough to have a bite of the cake. The strawberries on top were delicious.

Whenever Creamy had chocolate he always felt healed. It took him back to those days when he laid in bed, covered in burns so long and sparkly that he sometimes swore they were actually diamond shards underneath his skin. It was the first thing he hid with magic.

“Why… Did you lie about being a penguin?”

He heard their laughs and their sounds of disgust in the back of his. Echoing through the hallways.

“To blend in. I stick like a sore thumb.”

“Yeah, but… You could’ve stopped after the first attack.”

The fork scratched the surface of the old china, Creamy could have come clean after that. It would have been easier. It might have taken some explanation to do. But he was afraid, had they come to hurt Mint. He wanted to tell himself that it was to protect him, but that sounded like he just didn’t care.

And a bit of a lazy answer.

“I was afraid… That you would’ve been afraid of me.”

“I’m hard to scare.” “Yeah, but I… I have jaws that bite and claws that catch. I read the newspaper article.”

He was afraid he was going to leave like everyone does. “But I’m here now, having a meal with you.” Creamy nodded, grabbing the strawberry and rubbing the leftover jam on it as a way to clean the plate. “I might’ve been surprised. But, I don’t know… I’ve seen weirder stuff.”

Mint shrugged. It was true, at this point in his life, only certain weird stuff could surprise him. Creamy tilted his head in curiosity. “It just started one day, when I thought those things were only child’s play, but when I saw that it was real… When you understand it, it becomes easy.”

Ah, so that was the stink that Chanela spoke about. The crystals above them shone like a flickering flame. Trying to clean something. “So, I don’t have to… Be a penguin anymore? Around you at least.”

“Nah… I think you look cute this way.”

“Uh hu… Are we going to mention you thought you were cheating on me with myself?”

“I don’t know, you got more tea?”

He did have more tea. And they moved on to something a bit more tart. Raspberry Mouse, it rode well with the bitter aftertaste of the chocolate, it was fluffy and it just melted into your mouth. Mint was very proud of that one. It had taken him so long to perfect how much time he could let it cool before it became a weird foamy thing in his mold.

“Slow down! I made it big enough for it to last.” Mint chuckled as he saw Creamy practically devouring it with glee. The crunch of the seeds it made just so much fun to eat.

The spoon sunk into the creamy dessert. Creamy moved his head softly as he made a napkin float towards Mint as he got one himself, cleaning his whispers. Mint wiggled the napkin a little, tilting his head as he glanced at Creamy. “Can you make something else float?”

He leaned forward on the table, putting his chin on his palms, gleefully excited and a bit daring. Creamy smirked as he tapped two fingers into the table, their spoons getting up and marching like little soldiers in the tablecloth before they bounced around each other , making shapes as they danced with each other, Mint clapped as they took into the air, swirling around each other before falling down once again.

All in a perfect line.

Creamy smiled, nodding as he felt a brush creeping up his cheeks. He took another bite of the mouse

“It's not going to be normal being with me. The monsters, the magic, the whole being a seal thing… It’s all part of me, it's not going to disappear. It’s not like the cartoons where I only have to fight for a year. This could take my entire life even.”

It was his duty. He had made a promise to protect something so precious, even if that promise had changed. He couldn’t let go of his promise, Mint had to become part of it. “But you’re looking into a way of stopping the Monsters, right? You are not just… Going to keep letting it happen so you can save the day.”

“Never! I have to stop it, I just have to.”

“Then I’m going to help.”

Mint didn’t know he was going to help. He probably would end up doing more stupid stuff than helping Creamy, but he had been in some fights already, he had seen what he did. He twirled around that wand, but his sensitivity… He could find some information that not even books could have.

“Thank you but I already have a mascot character. I could totally put you in a bow.”

Creamy allowed himself to laugh, making Mint shake his head while he smiled. “I’m being serious. I’m standing in a juicy piece of information. And you are going to miss it.”

Mint fixed his glasses, looking at Creamy as he took the time to breathe. Looking at Mint with sweet eyes. The two of them, working together, it would be… Just amazing. He could already picture Mint next to him. He would have to protect him, sure, but it would be something out of love. Just as sweet as raspberry.

“Yes, okay… I would gladly take your help. It would be lovely for you to do so.”

“Awesome! Magical Boyfriend duo!”

That made his heart swell. They hadn’t discussed that yet and the meringue pie just seemed perfect for the discussion. But Creamy smiled, tilting his head to the side. “So, I’m your boyfriend?” He said it in such a teasing tone that it made the two of them blush.

“Y-Yeah! Of course, it was obvious in the subtext. It was clear from the beginning.”

“Oh sure, of course.”

Mint hadn’t noticed when Creamy stood up, scrambling back against his chair. He was awfully close, the penguin’s feathers fluffed up as the seal got closer to him, feeling their breaths on each other. It was calm, it was so… Chocolatey.

Kissing someone with a beak was quite interesting, but it wasn’t difficult, Creamy just had to take a little bit of effort, putting his hand under Mint’s chin, and smiling before breaking the tiny peck. Mint looked back, blinking as he licked his lips. “Can you do that again?”

The scent of chocolate and cherry had never been sweet.

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Hello! It´s me, Minty and @prizm-metamorphose talking about our oc´s relationship once again!! Mint and Creamy are so sweet <3

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