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emperor-palpaminty · 1 year

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in which ghost and the hot doctor make out on the desk. sorry. this bitch keeps getting injured so it makes sense he would get in contact with the doctor a lot. Mentions sex stuff but not NWFS. Still gonna rate it 18+.

Edit: part 2 is here! Minors DNI. Smut hehe

Reblogs appreciated!

"You're all set, Riley." The doctor said, handing him his shirt. "Back to basic exercises and training starting tomorrow- no sparring for a week." The doctor, or Doc, he was told to call her- stood back, watching him unroll the fabric. "I have to admit, I'll miss the view." She teased, her loose medical coat swaying with the movement.

Ghost chuckled, lips smiling under the pushed-up mask. "You will now, won't ya?"

Doc hummed in mild agreement, gaze flickering in interest as her eyes drifted up to his jaw. "How's the stitches here?" She reached up, fingers a fluttering sensation over his face.

"Fine." Ghost tilted his head away, eyes following Doc's face. It was rounded, sweet, with a sinfully plump mouth and intelligent eyes. Her fingers moved over his skin, around the stitches- she was prodding it, gently, testing the area. "Good thing women like scars, innit, doc?"

She grinned, fingers turning, her knuckles stroking his jaw now. "Mm. I can vouch for myself, Ghost." She stepped away, picking up the clipboard, eyes still on him as he rolled the shirt onto his body. Plenty of touches had come from her end- some beyond what Ghost believed a regular medical examination typically called for.

"Tell me, doc." Ghost leaned forward on his knees, sliding off the examination table. "You flirt with all your patients?"

Doc looked up at him from looking at his chart. She smiled, brows cocking at the challenge as her eyes slid down his body. "Only the pretty ones, LT."

Ghost licked his lips, once, glancing back at the door. He slowly looked back towards the doctor, who watched him with eager eyes. His cock twitched- he would have been lying if he hadn't thought about her in every sense of the word 'carnal'. He shifted towards her, tilting his head. She sucked in a breath as if surpressing a sound, turning away from her desk. "Doc, seems like we finished a little early." He stepped towards her, slowly, walking at a leisurely pace.

She leaned back on her desk and dropped the chart behind her, eyes meeting his. "We did."

Ghost walked until he was inches in front of her, hands moving and pressing on the desk, either side of her.

Trapped.

Her eyes flashed up to his, a smile curling on the bright red lips. "You wear that lipstick for me, doc?" Ghost's finger ran under her chin, tilting it back to look up at him.

With a manner that was anything but bedside (more like, in the bed already), Doc looped a finger in the belt on his waist and tugged him in, eyes skimming what she could see of his face. "Depends. If you wanted me to, then yes."

"And if I didn't?" He craned his neck down, breath fanning over her face.

The sultry smile slipped into a sly one. "Then I would say you're wrong about that."

"Good sense, doc." Ghost leaned down, mouth crashing over hers. He stepped into her, pinning the back of her thighs to the desk. Doc's arms moved up, grasping his shirt, his mask, feeling him. Ghost groaned into the kiss, grinding his hips forward, just once, hard enough to get a preview of a moan from her against his mouth. She tasted sweet, foreign, but like want.

Ghost pulled away, reaching a hand up and brushing away at the lipstick, smudged now on her chin. He hummed in approval and stepped away. "What time?"

"Six."

"Done." Ghost called back, stepping out into the hall as he pulled his mask down. He grinned under it, pacing quickly towards the showers.

He had another doctor's appointment to get ready for. Albiet not of a medical nature.

#ghost x reader #ghost x you #call of duty reader insert #cod reader insert #cod #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #minty writes #mw2 #mw2 ghost #mw2 reader insert

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starrysharks · 6 months

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a cat's hauntingly cute laugh rings out on this dark, candy-coated halloween night...!

#zeno's art #ocs #minty #soulstice circus #halloween #this piece was honestly SO MUCH FUN!!! there was a bit of turbulence but in the end i'm very proud of it #i've got values down well now so they weren't a big problem but halfway through i ended up changing a lot of the colors #because i wanted a more blue and pink look than purple and pink #but it worked out well #i also wanted to do a different angle which went nicely #in the end my favorite parts of the piece are his hair + stockings #as well as the cityscape (especially the streetlight which was added in spontaneously) and the pumpkitties!#this is also a redraw of a piece from around this time last year - i might post that in a seperate post as well #ok i'm writing all this on the 18th now - this should reach you on halloween night! (in US times)

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konigbabe · 1 year

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Leon's hair looks so soft

i just wanna run my hands through it; to braid it (can we also talk about how he shakes his head to get rid of the water like a puppy)

Having Leon splayed on the couch, lying on his back; head on your stomach, both of you facing the television. It’s comforting–the quietness of the situation, just the TV playing, you and Leon silently watching. Like a moment frozen in time, the world outside the room ceases to exist, and all that matters is the warmth of his body against yours and the soothing sound of his breathing.

The soft glow of the TV illuminates his features, casting shadows across his face and highlighting the curve of his lips as he smiles at something on the screen. You can feel the rise and fall of his chest with each breath, a reassuring rhythm that lulls you into a sense of peace.

It's a moment of pure intimacy, where words are unnecessary, and the silence speaks volumes. Like two puzzle pieces fitting perfectly together, you and Leon are in perfect harmony, comfortable in each other's presence.

He hums occasionally as your fingernails scratch his scalp; the softness of his hair slipping between your fingers. You absent-mindedly start braiding his hair, your fingers weaving through the silky strands with practised ease. It's a small gesture of affection, one that Leon appreciates, and he lets out a contented sigh as you continue.

As you braid his hair, you feel Leon's hand reaching up to hold yours, intertwining his fingers with yours.

"You know, I could get used to this," he says softly, his voice low and warm.

You look down at him, a smile spreading across your face.

"Used to what?"

"This," he gestures towards the two of you, "just being here, like this. It's nice."

You nod in agreement, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you.

"Yeah, it is."

#this is literally what I've been thinking for the last two days #the hair has to be so soft #he's definitely using a separate shampoo for it #don't come at me saying he's one of those 3in1 body wash ppl #leon might not be into skin/hair care but man has his priorities with shampoos #he's definitely uses a citrus shampoo #or an eucalyptus one #something minty #answered #moni answers #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #moni writes #fluff #drabble #resident evil drabble #leon kennedy drabble #leon kennedy fluff

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mintys-musings · 1 year

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Madara x Female!Reader - Milk

That one anon on @/ sakumasmut (also hi rei love your blog sm) who talked about lactation? Unlocked a new pathway for me. I cannot go back. This one's for you, but also mainly me (who, if you couldn’t guess- is the 💚anon.) I started writing this, got distracted, then May rolled around and now we’re here. I couldn’t help myself.

Summary: … Gonna be honest guys- I just knew what I wanted. The tags are the summary. Tags: INDUCED LACTATION, COCKWARMING/DEEPTHROATING, DUMBIFICATION, PET PLAY, BREEDING, OVERSTIMULATION, nipple pumps, squirting, dom!Madara, sub!reader Word count: 2079

NSFW under cut~

Your jaw was starting to hurt from keeping it open around Madara’s thick cock and your knees were sore from your position on the floor even with a cushion beneath you. Still, Madara had asked you to keep still. He had his signature smile on his face, eyes gleaming with what you could only describe as a feral excitement. The first time he had caused you to lactate, he would not let you go. And thus, his attempts to increase the amount of milk had not stopped. You didn’t mind at all. Sex got better and it made your man happy beyond belief. Hell- He was so excited by the prospect of more milk, he didn’t even bother fully taking off your bra. He simply pulled down the flimsy, tiny cow-print cups that barely covered your nipples and immediately attached little pumps to your buds. All you could do was take deep breaths through your nose as his dick was practically halfway down your throat.

Having your nipples pumped was an odd sensation at first, but now the little suction sent shocks of pleasure down your spine. Your small jolt caused the little bell around your neck to ring. The drool that was already steadily streaming out your mouth and down your tits only increased as you moaned weakly around Madara. You could feel his cock twitch and throb, the deep want to thrust just hanging in the air. And you’d take it if he did. You were being good for him, but damn did the lack of any stimulation besides your breast only made you hornier and hornier. You needed him. You needed him so badly. You looked up at him with watery eyes as he squeezed the pump connecting the two cups. Please, you begged mentally, Take pity.

He stared back, pupils blown out wide as he took in the sight of your disheveled state. He looked like he fell in love all over again. “You look so beautiful,” he breathed out. Madara gently stroked your hair until it looked like he remembered something.

You gagged as he leaned forward to grab something from the bedside drawer, large breaths of air puffing in and out your nose. Your throat constricting even that small bit caused him to hiss out, mumbling apologies as he leaned back to sitting. Fat tears fell from your eyes but as ordered- you kept still, gripping his thighs to ground yourself. The idol gently brushed away your tears with his thumb before placing something on your head. A headband with horns.

“There we go~” He smiled wide and tugged at your hair lightly to turn your attention to his face. He patted your cheek with a laugh before slowly guiding your head away from his dick.

The length left your lips with a lewd noise before you started coughing and sputtering as you caught your breath. Madara merely held your head and brushed any stray strands of hair out of your face. He let you calm yourself down before he clasped a tag to your ear. Property of Madara Mikejima.

When you finally started to breathe normally, you rested your head on Madara’s lap as he cooed and played with your hair. His dick looked almost painfully hard from your angle.

“Was that too much for my cutie?” He squished your cheeks mockingly in one hand. Not even waiting for a response, he picked you up off your cushion with ease and all but tossed you onto the bed. You barely had time to react before he crawled on top of you and pushed your panties down your legs. One of his hands returned to the pump, your nipples puffing up within the cups quickly as you squeal. The other hand held one of your legs around his waist so he could rut his saliva coated dick against your folds. Each thrust had the bell around your neck ringing.

Madara was just as needy as you were.

“Madara~!” You squirmed in his grasp. Liquid had started dribbling out of your nipples. “Just fuck me already~!”

He shushed you and nipped at your neck. “Ah ah ah~ That’s not how we ask for things.” He tutted in mock disapproval, grabbing you by the cheeks to shake your head. “I can’t be too mad though~ I know manners are too much for your little brain.” He smacked the side of your thigh. He smacked it hard enough to leave a nice red hand print- As if he was branding his cattle.

You whined even more.

“Be good.” He grunted, precum smearing across your skin as he continued to rut himself against you. “Tell Mama what it is you want. Nicely this time. Then maybe he’ll do as you say~”

As he said this, he flicked the cups of the pump playfully. His eyes went wide once he noticed the liquid dotting the insides and he ducked his head down. You clawed at his back as he immediately took the cups off and latched himself onto one of your nipples.

His tongue swirled around one nipple while the other was attended to by his hand. He squeezed and pinched at you greedily, spreading the milk all over your tits and just making a mess.

“Pleaaase~ Please please pleeeaaase,” you babbled, “I need Mama’s cock inside me~ Please fuck me!” Your voice raised in pitch as your lover harshly sucked on your breasts. The more he squeezed, the more milk squirted out. And Madara drank it all up like a man dying of thirst.

He managed to pull himself from your chest to give you a sloppy kiss. “Good~ Good job, baby~ You used your head and remembered to say please.”

You whimpered into the kiss, arms wrapped around his neck. His hands moved from your breasts to move your legs into place by your head. Without any more hesitation, he pushed his dick into you and you tossed your head back in pleasure.

Madara was quick to bottom out into you with a groan. Not a second later, he started to move. His feral desire was showing. “So tight~ You like having Mama fuck you like this? Can you feel how deep Mama is inside?”

The room was filled with the sounds of your combined moans and wet smacks of skin. In between all of it, the small clinking of the bell around your neck was heard. You could practically feel your brain turning to mush with each thrust. A squeal is ripped out of you again when he smacks you on the thigh once more.

“I know you get distracted easily, baby, but Mama asked you a question~”

He squeezed your nipple harshly, milk gushing between his fingertips. Another squeak from you. His hips smacked into yours rhythmically. God- He was so big you still felt a stretch every time he pushed in. You felt so full.

Another squeeze to your other nipple.

“Answer.”

“Yes!” You cried out, unable to do anything but take it. “I lo-ove it when you- Fuck! When you fuck me like this~”

He folded you over so most of your weight was on your upper back, effectively putting you in a mating press. One of his hands rubbed harsh circles into your clit.

“Ah! Ah~! Mama feels so deep~ S-so deep~”

It was a wonder that you were even coherent with the amount of pleasure you felt. Your cunt squeezed Madara’s cock, as if trying to milk it the same way he was milking your tits. Your eyes were glazed over in bliss, drool escaping you as your tongue hung out.

“So pretty~ My pretty slut~” Madara cooed between thrusts. He leaned over to suck at your breasts once more, the angle of which caused his tip to knock against your cervix.

The downright vicious pace at which Madara was ramming his cock into your soaked cunt, the milk flowing out of your puffy nipples, the way he squeezed your tits to make the milk just gush into his mouth, the pressure against your clit- It was all too much. You felt overwhelmed with pleasure. Your orgasm hit you like a truck and you cried out for Madara.

He could feel your warm release splatter against his pelvis, but that didn’t stop his movements. His hips stuttered ever so slightly though as he moaned at how you tightened up further. Your body writhed under him- mindlessly soaking up the pleasure he gave- and he made sure to hold you tight so you couldn’t move a muscle away.

Your nails dug into his back, mouth opened in a silent cry as Madara kept pounding away at you. His grunts and moans against your nipples only added to the sensations. The way his cock bullied its way into your cunt left you breathless.

“Gah! M-Madara~ It’s too much!”

“Shhhh~” His attempt at being soothing was in direct contrast with the feral way he licked at your skin.

“Mama will make you feel so good. Don’t think too much, baby. Just let Mama drink from your pretty tits and be a good cocksleeve for me, yeah?”

Your answer in return was just more moans as his tip prodded against the most sensitive spot inside you. Your eyes rolled upward and you arched your back as best you could- Was he going faster? It felt like it. It felt like he was being more rough with your body as time went on.

“Mama’s going to fill you to the brim~ Isn’t that right? Mama’s going to fuck you nice and full.”

He hissed the last few words out, punctuating each one with a thrust.

His words made your mind melt. He talked down to you as if you were only good for two things. Milking and breeding. And if you were honest, in this moment you felt as if you were only good for those two things. Not that you were complaining when his rough treatment felt this good.

The only things on your mind were Madara and sex now.

He pulled your hair so you would give him more access to your neck. He trailed love bites down your skin, making sure to suck hickeys where it would be hard to miss lest you deliberately wore clothes to cover them. It wasn’t enough to pump his seed into you over and over again. He needed to mark you in every possible way he could.

You let out another loud moan. His fingers at your clit quickly rubbed the swollen nerve, the stimulation enough to pull you back down from the hazy pool of pleasure you were drowning in back to reality. Your pussy gushed and tightened up around Madara’s cock once again as you came once again. Your chest heaved to catch your breath.

Utterly brainless in the moment, you just laid in Madara’s grasp, whimpering as you took his cock over and over again.

“One more, baby. Just for me~” His own breaths were getting heavy now. “C’mon… One more.”

His thrusts became sloppier. Any rhythm to it now gone in favour of deep, hard thrusts. You were so overstimulated that it didn’t take long for the familiar tension in your core to tighten up once more.

You only last a few more minutes before one last orgasm rocks you. Once again squirting out, Madara let out one final groan as he latched onto your chest and pressed his cock right up to your cervix.

The feeling of being flooded with warm cum leaves you giggling deliriously. Your body twitched ever so slightly in Madara’s hold. You could hear and feel him suck on your breasts more gently now. His thrusts became more shallow and slow until they came to a stop when the last rope of cum released inside you.

With a happy sigh, you nuzzle your nose against his cheek. Your mind returns to you enough to remember your manners. “Thank you, Madara.”

Madara laughs breathlessly, kissing the top of your head. “You’re welcome, baby~ You did so good. So so good, baby~”

He only pulled out of you briefly to lay you on your side, sliding back in as he acted like the big spoon. You let him do as he pleases, too tired for much protest. His hands moved back to your chest to gently massage them. You honestly think he’s the sweetest with how much aftercare he provi-

“After a little rest, we’ll go again, okay~?”

Ah.

#Minty's Musings #Minty's Writing #esxreadernsfwmonth2023 #ensemble stars smut #nsft es!!#enstars x reader smut #madara mikejima x reader smut #madara mikejima smut #madara mikejima x reader

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minty-bubblegum · 7 months

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Can I request a writing prompt of jace leech and Floyd eigh an so who's very silly 🥺🥺😇😇

HOLY FUCK I CAN SEND ASKS TO MYSELF

Jade

He is very suprise to know you are sily!!!!! He do the cute little 😮 face. He give you kiss and say "you are so silly. I must study you, my interesting little parasitic bacteria"

Leys just say he loves your silliness!!!! He libes to do expeirmen on you, like seeing how fast you react when you see your favorete Tumblr artistsststs post!!! (Based on true events. I'm looking at you. You know who you are 👁️👁️)

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Floyd

When he found out you were silly, he yhrew you acrooss the room and giggled.

"wow!!!!!! You are so sjill!! My goodness!!! Let's see if you can get sillier!!!!" He aggressively bited your hands and finher off before licking your toes. He squurzef you and cuddles younlike kitty

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A/n: hihi guys!!! If you didn't knoe, I write :3 I will be writing more silly reader if you guys want!!! :3

Tags bc I can: @cheezy-moon @citrusitonit uhhh @xptobie

#I blanked out the tags whoospies 🤪🤪#floyd leech x reader #floyd leech twst #twst jade #jade leech #tweels #jade leech x reader #twst floyd #Twst #disney twst #twst wonderland #Silly reader #Guys give feedback on my writing please 🥺🥺😇😇#Also if you wanna be tagged lemme knoe you'll be on my taglists for all my amazing writings #😇😇🥺🥺#Minty writes! 🖋️#Yeah guys #I can WRITE 🙄#floyd leech

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rene-is-an-insomniac · 10 months

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“Wherever I go the Wind follows." (part one)

Reverse Isekai! Scara x Reader

2k +

Based off this idea and this post

I know you all have been waiting me to release this since last Christmas (sorry I took so long.)

Thank you all for your patience I hope you enjoy!

Series: The Player and the Wannabe God

Oh I forgot for those who are new and are just reading my Sagau Scara stories, (Wanderer is named Masha. I gave him this name awhile ago in the Sentient Series.)

Reader is referred to as Them or They

Tag for my scara series is here. Follow this is you want to be updated on any new updates.

Masha knew that other worlds existed, the Traveler was living proof of that. He wasn't aware that they were being watched from the sky. Not by the Archons or Celestia but by a figure peering down into their world.

“The stars and the sky is just one giant hoax.”

Those are the words he told the Astrologist during those falling stars he had to research. Briefly he remembers Dottore mentioning how the fake sky they live under was a placeholder and how the real one was long destroyed during the Archon War. He didn't like thinking about it, remembering his time in the Fatui.

Looking up into the sky instead of a sea full of stars he sees faint lights in what appears to be a room and a figure peering into their world. The figure wouldn't shut up constantly muttering something as they controlled the room ,manipulating objects.

"This goes here." The person mutters as they place the objects down in the house.

“And if we put this here.’’ Masha peers down from his spot in the hallway, as they decorate the living room of the Traveler’s house. The characters who were in the halls remained in place. The ceiling returns to normal as they hear their voice switch into another room.

The desert women with different color eyes took a seat on the couch letting out a sigh. She stretched her feet, relaxing from standing in place. As she sat down she immediately stood up hearing their voice re enter the room.

He glances up seeing them look around the room before exiting through the front door.

“Alright I'm coming.” The ceiling turned black before turning back to its normal color.

Characters who were in specific spots began to move. The Rwathist insomniac sluggishly passed through the halls running into the pillars.

Masha sighed, moving from his position. That person wasn't here to stop him after all.

Traveler went in the direction towards their room, others who were outside came inside and the others went their separate ways.

The Traveler and the desert woman sat on the deck of the house talking about nothing within his interest. They spare him a glance before continuing on with their conversation.

Pulling out his dispatch he snapped it in half. The area became pitch black as he was teleported out of the teapot.

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"In today's lesson, we'll talk about King Deshret's rule." Wanderer sat in the back of the room, tapping his pencil on the notebook as the lecture started.He didn’t intend on coming if it wasn’t for the radish.

“Masha.” He regains his vision, as light green flashed before his eyes. Standing next to the waypoint, bag in hand was Nahida.

" You're not going to learn anything by skipping class." The older girl spoke. He rolled his eyes trying to walk away only to be stopped by her again.

"I'll do something for you in return." A small smile grew on her face as she handed him his backpack.

"Who is singing?" His classmates looked around at each other before shrugging to the professor.

The professor's focus remained unfazed as he carried on with his lecture, seemingly unaffected by the distracting melody. The woman's voice echoed through the classroom, captivating some students while leaving others indifferent.

Masha was already bored enough. However, the strange contrast between the professor's dull voice and the woman's song made him even more so. He looked at the other students and saw that some of them had their eyes closed and others were taking careful notes. This made him even more tempted to leave the boring lesson.

A bright light blinded the classroom as the students looked around in surprise.

The vision symbols slowly loaded onto the screen of your game. The game was updated to version 3.8.

You were excited as this would be the first time you would go on a summer adventure with the characters, after missing it the previous year. The symbols started loading quicker as it reached the geo and cryo symbols.

Masha’s classmates and professor began freaking out. Some ran away while others disappeared within the light. Masha didn't have time to think, before he was engulfed as well.

The timer in the other room dings distracting you from the game momentarily. You get up exiting the room leaving the load up screen.

The music and the loading screen distort.

Pins and needles prick Masha as he tried to stand gaining awareness of his surroundings.

On his back he saw the sky much closer than before. Looking around all he saw was the sky and columns.

He gets halfway up when his knees buckle, dragging him down again. Eventually, he stands noticing his location. Instead of the Akademiya, he was on a floating island midair.

Trying to stand he notices the joint between his knees were loose causing his legs to act wobbly. Limping, he tries walking along the path to find an alternate way down.

As he walks down the road, he finds a random door at the end of it. As he gets closer, he looks at it very carefully.

The roads create itself ahead of him as he follows the path down. He tripped every step from the loose knee socket injury. A white door appears stopping him in his tracks. As he gets to the door, he tries to open it but fails.

No matter what he did, he could not get the door to move. He turns back the way he came to see a room. He pauses thinking over what happened, before continuing forward. His bell floats next to him as he continues forward investigating his new surroundings.

"Yes, I'll see you later." The phone dings as you went to put it down. Soft music fills in the quietness of the house.

"Now we wait." You lean against the countertop, checking your social media. New videos regarding the newest game update pops up as you watch the trailer. "More desert areas?"

"First the desert was fine as a new mechanic, now it's irritating to even look at." You press play listening to one of the new theory videos that one of the players of the game released.

The floors creak from the upstairs. You strain your ears listening for any other movements. The house became quiet, except the music you have playing.

A pang of dread overtook you as you hastily retrieved your phone.

Should you call the police? Or should you just make sure it's nothing before you make the call.

The floorboard remained quiet after the first creak of footsteps. Taking a deep breath in, you grab a steak knife, slowly make your way upstairs.

Opening the next door, Masha finds a bedroom with a poster of the Anemo Archon and a doll of him? He walks in further picking up the doll looking over it.

He pauses, hearing footsteps approaching the stairs that he passed. Peeking out the door he catches you, armed looking around annoyed.

He watches you try to find him by opening all the doors and checking the room. Getting close to the one he was in, he sat in the closet waiting for you to approach.

The door to the room he was in opened soon enough. He heard rustling until you turned to look at the closet. When the closet door opened, you saw only your clothes and no one else. Before you close it, you check it carefully.

"Probably just the house settling." You turn to leave when you knock into something hard.

"What the heck? ", Looking up you see a man who look eerily similar to Masha staring you down. Your eyes wander, as you see his outfit resembling him almost identical. He must be a huge fan like yourself.

“Uhm.”

He says nothing , as he listens in on you.

"Are you a cosplayer by chance?" He stares at you blankly.

"What's a cosplayer?"

"The person you're cosplaying as, he's Scaramouche from Genshin." His face scrunches up hearing the name. He glances at his outfit, turning back to you.

"Look, I don't know what cosplaying is, but why did you bring me here." A familiar looking bell appeared in his hands. Wind blasted in your face coming from seemingly nowhere. A stone on his chest lit up briefly before dimming again.

“Wait who are you?”

“Bring? No, I don’t have the power to bring anyone anywhere.” You laugh slightly, only aggravating him more.

“I don’t have time for you.'' As he passes, you take a step in front of him. He lifts his hand pulling you up with the wind.

This must be a very expensive prop that some rich cosplayers had, or your character really crawled out of the tv, like the ring girl.

A cosplayer wouldn’t just break into your house trying to attack you. I mean some cosplayers are un hinged that they have done that. You doubt he would be doing this for viewers or to get famous.

If he really was Wanderer coming out of the game like those Isekai Anime, that would be a bad situation.

Calming down, you out your hands up, hoping he wouldn't smack you against the wall.

“I’m sorry, what was your name again?” He remains silent looking over your form.

“I go by many names, but all of them are water under the bridge to me now.”

That's a line that Wanderer says from the game.

“Is there a specific name that I can call you?”

“Masha. That’s also what I go by.” He shrugs, focusing his attention back onto the television.

Masha?

What the hell?! You start freaking out, Genshin was a real world and wasn’t just some game some people thought up?

You begin thinking of the hilichurrls and the people you killed to gain items to level up your characters. The smaller characters like Klee or Nahida, how did they react to killing others?

“Uhm, when you entered my house where exactly did you come from?” He points at the last door at the end of the hallway. You look towards it nervously as you approach the door.

If Masha was the first to come through the game, would others come through it as well?”

You walk to the door making you way to your room. The load up screen was shown with red blocks tainting the grounds of it. Looks like they were aware of someone leaving. You quickly shut off the game, hoping that the Heavenly Principles wasn't aware of you exiting the game.

You already have Masha to deal with. Heavenly principles would make things worse.

“What the hell?” The game exited, before booting up again without your consent. The logo of Mihoyo appearing glithcy as the scene of Celestia glitches. The pillars were broken, and the music was vacant just leaving the wind alone.

The screen goes black before the game transitions into the Sanctuary of Surasthana.

The scene zooms in on Nahida talking to Traveler with a worried expression.

“I haven’t seen him since they entered Teyvat.” Lumine spoke.

“Usually, he goes on Adventures with them and return to Sumeru, however the students in his class went missing as well after they returned.”

“Is there anything you can do about it, Traveler?” She shakes her head.

“I only have access to changing the time, not anything like that.” Nahida frowns.

“Thanks for your help. I know you have to continue to Fontaine, if you do see any of the missing students, please let me know.” Lumine nods making her exit from the room.

Masha’s disappearance from Genshin not only caused Nahida to worry but for students to disappear?

Nahida continues walking around the Sanctuary nervously.

‘’Is that Buer?” Masha’s voice comes from the side of you.

“Hey! Don’t do that.” He rolls his eyes before focusing on the screen. He gives it a weird look turning back to face you.

“So, you are the one who brought me here.” His weapon was summoned at his side immediately.

‘’ I already told you! I didn’t bring you here.”

“Then why do you have access to Teyvat?” He glances at the party to the right of the screen.

He reads the names of each person getting to the top one. He sees his face blackned out while the others were full of life.

“Is that? " He cuts off. You look at his face on the game in shock.

“Wait why is that blackened out you’re alive not dead.”

“Is that what you’re really worried about right now?” You click his picture only for an error message to pop up again.

“Character cannot be healed.” You have revival food but it’s not working on him. Is it because he’s outside the game?

Clicking back, the camera follows traveler who disappears into the teapot.

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#wandererx you #scaramouche x gn reader #genshin isegau #scaramouche sagau #genshin fic #genshin reverse isekai #Reverse isekai scara #minty writes #wanderer has a name #rene genshin fics #wherever I go the wind follows #scara sentient

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ratstranaut · 8 months

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I have GOT to see the notebook Juno writes all his little jokes in

#you just know he plans out his lines and gets soooo giddy at the thought of using them #He was 100% screaming at Rita the whole drive to Minty's about the #''I could solve that in my sleep #luckily for you I'm gonna do it awake''#He writes them down with glitter pens and hearts and cries if anyone reads them before he uses them #juno steel and the birds eye view #tpp season 5 #tpp season 5 spoilers #juno steel #junoverse #tpp #the penumbra podcast

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aureum-lepus · 3 months

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Severus Snape x fem! OC Araminta Tobbat

by aureum-lepus

Warnings: none

Word count: 2065

Note: Hello and welcome! This is the start of my Severus Snape x OC fanfic and I am so excited to share this! Please forgive me any mistakes regarding writing or spelling or anything. English is not my first language and have no beta reader (if anyone is interested to help or to talk about anything regarding writing, don't hesitate on messaging me!)

But long story short, please have fun reading and please give me your honest feedback 💖

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Dear Headmaster Albus Dumbledore of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,

I hope you are in the best of health. I am pleased to inform you that I am. Breeding rabbits this year is a bit...troublesome. My little darlings are afraid of all the dogs and snakes that have been hanging around the neighborhood lately.

I heard that the famous Harry Potter will be spending his third year at Hogwarts this year. That sounds very exciting. How is the boy doing? I can still remember my time at Hogwarts very well. How I wish I could roam through those magnificent halls again.

But let's get to the point of why I'm sending you an owl. My work at one of the local Muggle hospitals around here is going well, but it is not the true fulfillment. I'm sure you've already filled all the professors' positions with some exquisite people. The circumstances mentioned above do not allow me to spend my life here any longer and I would be very happy if I could come back to Hogwarts. Could you possibly have a vacancy for me in the Hospital Wing or do any of the professors need an assistant?

I am very pleased to hear from you, Professor Dumbledore.

With the very best and kindest regards,

Minty Delaney

The hand of the man holding the letter was bony and old. Older than it should be. Nevertheless, he read the letter with his lips curled and almost pulled into a smile. The paper on which the message was written looked worn and was slightly yellowish in color. It gave the impression that the owl that brought him these lines had flown an almost infinitely long distance.

Professor Albus Dumbledore rolled the old piece of paper back up into a scroll and tied it back with the ribbon with which the letter had previously been sealed. The old wizard adjusted his crescent-shaped spectacles and cleared his throat briefly. He then sat down on his wooden chair and rested his hands on the solid desk in front of him. "Please." he said in a very friendly and welcoming tone as he pointed to a chair in front of him. A witch of the still young age of twenty nine years slid into his view, her hands restrained in her lap. She took a seat on the creaky chair. Her posture was very tense and her eyes looked anxious.

"Lovley letter. I was very pleased to receive it." Dumbledore said as he tapped on the paper. "Even if I was a little surprised."

"Forgive me for this sudden outburst. The circumstances..." the woman began in a calm voice, but the headmaster interrupted her by placing his hand on his lips.

"You wanted a post in the hospital wing. You would fit in perfectly there, but I'm afraid Madame Pomfrey is already doing an excellent job there."

"I understand. But Professor, you didn't have to let me come here to tell me that. Why don't you write me this cancellation in a letter?"

"I didn't say I didn't have a position for you. Hogwarts has always kept its doors open to those who have sought help and asked for it." the old man smiled. "In your letter, you mentioned that you would also work as an assistant to the professors?"

The woman with gray hair, which she wore in a loose braid, nodded. Her eyes had a pink, almost red glow and as it slowly dawned on her what Dumbledore wanted to tell her, they lit up with joy. The old wizard stood up and walked over to her. He placed his hand on her shoulder. "You will be working as a nurse in the hospital wing with Madame Pomfrey. I have a feeling that we will need someone like you at times like this. However, you will also help the professors with smaller tasks if they need it."

The young witch placed her hand gratefully on the headmaster's. A faint smile crossed her lips and a feeling of security and warmth rose up inside her, something she hadn't felt for a long time. "Thank you, Professor," she almost whispered.

"Use your time with the professors wisely, Minty. Someday I'll hire you as a professor for transfiguration."

Minty Delaney giggled. "You don't really think I'm competition for Professor McGonagall, do you?"

Dumbledore patted her shoulder and took a step back. "Not at all, you are both important and valuable to Hogwarts in your own way." The old man placed his hands on his lower back and his gaze swiveled around the room. He suddenly seemed a little distant and absent. "You must be tired, Minty. I've already had your luggage taken away. You'll find your bedchamber near the Ravenclaw common room. I thought a little proximity to your old house couldn't hurt. I'll introduce you to the professors tomorrow. Luckily, we still have some time before the new school year starts."

Minty stood up hastily. She didn't want to waste any more of Dumbledore's time, as he obviously had other plans for tonight. She tilted her head forwards slightly. "Thank you very much, Professor."

She hurriedly made her way to the spiral staircase that led out of the Headmaster's office. A large eagle guarded the entrance and as soon as she got closer to the statue, it opened the exit. Her foot was just taking the first steps into the long corridor in front of her when she banged her nose against something black. She pulled her hands up quickly when she felt the impact. She felt a rough material under her hands. It seemed to be a mage's robe. 'The object' was not an object, but a man's chest rising and falling as he breathed in a little annoyed.

Unsure, Minty moved her head upwards so that her chin was now digging into the ribbed, thin chest. Her eyes became a little watery. 'What an awkward and embarrassing situation...' she thought.

Her eyes met a very tense, pale face. Dark, tired eyes looked down at her. The man was several heads taller than the small woman. Minty could barely get a whimper out of her throat. The man with black, somewhat stringy hair raised his equally black eyebrow. His already cold face didn't move an inch.

Minty was paralyzed with fear and panic. 'Move...' She felt her jaw tighten and her body tremble. Every muscle was tense. It felt almost impossible to break away from the man, who was probably one of the professors. Minty's eyes ran over the features of his face. Over the dark eyes, to the slightly gaunt cheeks, back to his thinly curled lips and finally to the large, crooked nose in the centre of his face.

She wanted to say something, whisper some kind of apology for her clumsy behavior, but no matter how hard she tried to calm herself, the spasmodic panic spread through her stomach. She opened her mouth, took a deep breath, and the man grabbed her by the wrist.

"And you are..?" the man cut her off before one single word cut escape her throat. His voice was cold and there was a hint of bitterness in it.

"I'm sorry..." Minty stuttered. She feared that the man was about to break her arm.

The wizard quickly pushed Minty against the wall next to them and moved a little further away. He still had a firm grip on her wrist, while he had drawn his wand with the other and was now holding it to her chin. "Your name."

A whimper was all the witch uttered when she touched the cold wall. She squinted her eyes now. What a terrible confrontation. Minty's knees went weak and she took a deep breath. She felt dizzy. "A-a-ara..." she began softly and weakly as a familiar voice beside her interrupted her.

"Severus." Dumbledore's voice cut through her whimpering.

The dark eyes of the man, who was probably called Severus, left Minty and focussed on the headmaster. When he saw Dumbledore put on a friendly smile, Severus knew that there was no danger from this woman and let her go.

"There was no time to mention that I was expecting a guest. Why don't you go to my office, Severus?"

The professor nodded, but gave Minty one last, suspicious look before he went upstairs to the Headmaster's office. Dumbledore was now standing in front of Minty again, placing a hand on her shoulder reassuringly. "Minty..." His voice seemed a little stern.

The young witch swallowed a heavy lump. She was painfully aware of the mistake she had almost made. She had almost told the professor her real name. "I...I'm sorry." Minty stroked her still watery eyes with her index finger.

"No one should know. Do you understand that? You've kept it a secret for years, don't get careless now."

A nod. "I know, Professor."

Albus Dumbledore straightened up. "Now really go to sleep. Dark times are ahead of us. Use every minute you have to yourself." With these words, he left her alone and returned to his office.

Minty wasted no more time either and set off in the direction of the Ravenclaw tower. The way there was uneventful. Strangely enough, she knew exactly where to go without Dumbledore telling her which room was hers.

She was just sure that the path was right and just before she arrived at the tower, she saw a room. A room with a marking. Minty was overcome with such incredible happiness. She felt safe and secure, despite the strange confrontation with Severus. She had felt at home after many years. She quickly opened the door and stepped into the room. Her eyes lit up with joy, knowing full well that Dumbledore had this room set up for her.

It wasn't a large room, but it was very cosy. Right on the other side was a wide window, through which the moonlight was currently shining. There was a large bed in the corner of the room below it. The bed linen was in pastel colours and, like everything else in the room, radiated a certain warmth and familiarity. The wall beside the bed was decorated with a number of dried flowers which where sorted around a mirror. To Minty's left were a pair of bookshelves filled with books on transformations, magical animals and potions. In the centre was a large white and very fluffy carpet. Minty's luggage was also there. A few candles were skilfully placed around the room to provide light.

Minty pulled the scrunchie out of her hair and a broad grin lit up her face. She quickly closed the door behind her and stepped fully into her room. She turned around a few times, taking in every little detail that was hidden here. She finally plopped down on the bed and looked at the door again. The symbol she saw outside was also on the inside of the door. It was a rabbit, its ears hanging limply downwards. That was Minty's symbol. The rabbit with floppy ears. The animal she could transform herself into.

She sighed with relief, stretched out her arms and let herself fall backwards. She bumped her wrist against the mattress a little too hard. A sharp pain shot through her and she hissed from the pain. A soft mattress shouldn't actually hurt. Minty looked at her wrist and saw a small bruise.

She immediately thought of the professor she had met earlier. She began to gently massage her wrist. There was something about this man's appearance that aroused her curiosity and interest. Still, he frightened her. Those dark eyes and that black hair...And then that nose...

He had been very slim, yet he was strong.

Minty closed her eyes.

She visualised him a little more in her mind's eye. She now also remembered the man's scent. Old books, like a library. Candles that had just been blown out. There was more, but she couldn't remember it. As if the room had been tailored to her exact needs, all the candles went out at once.

Minty Delaney's consciousness slowly slipped into a deep sleep. Her thoughts of the strange professor accompanied her into her dream world. There were some exciting days, weeks or even years ahead for her at Hogwarts.

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emperor-palpaminty · 1 year

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HEY MINTY i saw you have added call of duty to your list of writings???? can i please request Ghost and "secret kiss" with a female reader??? <3

Ayeeeee Ghost my bbgorl! I got another Ghost with "You don't understand, I would do anything to protect you" so I will mush em together! I also saw one fic have ghost call the reader "sweetness" and it's my new fav so guess you're sweetness now

TW for typical war talk and discussions of war-related violence, cursing, and kissing (smoochie smoochie)

Reblogs and comments are appreciated and preferred.

In the most briefest of words, and in perhaps the least eloquent phrasing, war sucked ass. You cringed as you hobbled across the hallway, your leg still sore. The stitches still stung and, honestly, you should have been resting- but war brought no rest.

You paused long enough to lean on the wall and gingerly pressed a hand to your thigh. The pain meds were really wearing off, and, sadly, you were still a distance away from your bunk. You hummed to yourself, closing your eyes and inhaling to fight off the pain from the still healing cut.

Something in the air moved, shifted. You closed your eyes tighter and tried to ignore the presence, perhaps praying that he would just ignore you.

"Supposed to be on rest, sweetness." The source of the scolding was gruff and dry, only laced with concern.

A chuckle left your lips and you opened your eyes, looking over at Ghost. His arms were crossed and, even with the glaring skull mask, you could tell that the eyes under it were far angrier. "Past your bedtime too, LT."

Somehow, his gaze narrowed more. Dim sparks flew from his eyes. "Not what I fuckin' meant."

Sighing, your head rolled back. There was a moment of deliberation in your head- if you stayed, and argued, you would lose and be forced back into confinement. If you agreed, you would also go back to bedrest. It was, really, a lose-lose situation. A strangled groan left your throat. It was back to the four walls and the thin cot, the painkillers and the thick blanket of boredom. "Fine. I shall return to my suite, LT."

You turned to leave, hiding the wince with a chuckle (and a pitiful one at that). Reluctant weight found it's way to your injured leg and you stifled a groan again, quickly shifting weight to your other leg, desperate to move.

"That injury bad?"

You stiffened, but took a slower step away. "Nope."

Pause. "You sure?"

"Yep." Now, that came out more like a groan than anything else. You managed a couple more steps, cursing the pain medications, the guy who cut you, and your apartment lack of skills in hand to hand combat. "Mental note: I need you to train me more in close combat."

"Not really a mental note if you say it out lout, sweetness."

You aimed your glare straight ahead- Ghosts's large form was next to you, keeping a languid pace, watching you move. "Thanks, Ghost. You're a real pal."

Ghost leaned down, only slightly, voice dropping. "More than a pal, though."

Your gaze narrowed as you looked up at him. An argument began to surface in your mouth, but then he bent down, grabbing you and hoisting you into the air bridal style. "LT!" You yelped, arms flying around his neck. You felt a chuckle in his thick throat as he walked, paces long and confident. "Put me down."

"Nah."

Your wound ached, but less than it had with your weight on it. "Simon Riley. Put me down this instant."

"Negative, Sweetness." Ghost walked calmly, not swayed by your protests, you smacking his shoulder, or your curses. "Can't have you walking on a bad leg."

"Why not?"

His gaze flickered to you, burning. "You know well why."

"In public?" You hissed. The hairs on the back of your neck bristled as he gave a low rumble that resembled a laugh. "Bold today, aren't we." Ghost ducked under the door, shutting it and setting you on the ground. The hand on your back pressed you in, and his free hand moved up and shoved up his mask far enough to reveal the blonde stubble and a set of gritted teeth.

More alone now, Ghost grabbed your face and pulled you in. His chapped mouth landed on yours, your sigh rounding with a soft hum. Your fingers dug into his vest, tightening in the material. He pressed away, exhaling, and you saw his eyes were closed as he leaned his forehead against you. Simon gave a deep breath, mouth parting, and words no longer muffled.

"Fucked me up when I heard you yell out there." Gloved thumbs traced the round of your cheeks, tone uncharacteristically soft.

You pulled back from him and attempted a chuckle, the situation suffocatingly heavy. "Handled it well, though. Got to my handgun quick enough."

Simon's eyes moved from your mouth to your own eyes, meeting them, holding his gaze steady. He commanded attention, and you were certainly no exception. "I should have been closer." Simon tilted his head, gently leaning your chin up with a finger. "You don't understand, sweetness. I would do anything to protect you. Fucker's lucky you killed him before I got there- would have lost his fingers."

You blinked up at him. Ghost was brutal. Blunt. But sometimes, Simon had slightly rounded edges- not soft, but just more gentle. No less threatening to people who hurt his team mates, especially you. "Doesn't mean you failed, you know." Your lips pulled into a frown. "I hope you don't think that."

Simon's own lips twitched into a very slight smile, tugging you in. "Go rest, Sweetness." He pecked you again, then turned away. "I'll come check in on you after tonight. If I find you out of bed and up again, I'll tell Price."

"Oh no." You said, tone short as you sunk onto your cot. You raised your hands, shaking them theatrically. "Whatever shall I do. Do not tell Price. I am so scared."

His eyes flashed at you again. "You'll get put on mess duty, once that leg is better, then."

You suppressed a smile and eased back, stretching your leg out. "Understood, LT."

"Soon as you get better, I'll give you a proper punishment then." Ghost tugged his mask down, but you swore that you managed to catch a smile as he concealed his face and left you alone to recover and rest.

#cod ghost #ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #cod reader insert #call of duty reader insert #call of duty ghost #minty writes

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starrysharks · 9 months

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are u planning to do anything with charlotte? the ghost hotel girl?

or minty?

i actually did have an idea for a short comic about them, but i really forgot about it until around a few months ago when i drew up a few potential redesigns for both of them. they're really still up in the air - i might end up selling them as adopts, but i do actually want to do something with them!

(also, here are the redesign sketches from around may-ish? i might end up finishing these designs when i'm in the mood to draw more halloweeny stuff, though they'll probably look a lot different as my artstyle + chara design work has improved)

(the minty pic is also for an unfinished ref sheet!)

#ask zeno #zeno's art #charlotte cardamon cinnamon #minty #(just giving them their own tags for when/if i do expand on their universe)#one thing is i feel like a lot of my oc universes/stories are very similar in plot with the exclusion of ultimate excalibur #i feel like its always a girl and her friend going on a little adventure often in a single location to retrieve the girl's lost memories 😭#beryl's story falls into this as does reassassination to an extent and when i was first writing it out so did charlotte's story #so if i decide i want to do something with them expect a full rewrite #(for context originally charlotte's story was about her starting the hotel to save a specific amount of lost souls #so that she herself could rest. not exactly regaining memories but i think the tropes i follow the most are memory loss #and having to do tasks to get to something. read about the herculean tasks once as a kid and never recovered

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spiderwarden · 2 months

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Minthara to Wyll: HA! Look at him! He’s a romantic dancer! A romantic WARLOCK! Dance for us Wyll.

Minthara, if Wyll has a breakdown and stops being romantic and honor bound truly: CEASE. what ARE YOU DOING. YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE THE BEST OF US. IM GONNA SMACK Y- You know what… I’m going to shame you more and harder than ever before now.

#[ 🕷️ ] —— musings #[ Since I have no threads where I can pick on Wy./ll ]#[ im gonna muse on this ]#[ been thinking of him because on x there was a call for minty fandom to get behind w.yll fandom in support because he’s getting neglected #still and you know what I support this ]#[ FANS UNITE!! anyways yes I’m gonna write today I promise ]

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mintys-musings · 8 months

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His New Hobby (Kuro Kiryu x GN!Reader)

i knew exactly what i wanted to write.

Summary: Kuro seems to have earned a new hobby after spending some time with the outdoors circle and he wants to show you!

Tags: bondage, toys (just some vibrators), praise, overstimulation, mirror sex, mild dacryphilia, soft dom!Kuro because in my heart that's what i believe in, he calls you pretty lots, he also calls you baby and darling, creampie bc predictable

Word Count: 1305

NSFW under cut~!

"You're doing so well."

His voice was as loving and tender as it always was around you. His eyes trailed down your form before him, drinking in the sight of you tied up all pretty. Just for him.

Kuro had already made you come once just with his mouth before he had even finished all the knots. He couldn't help but get a taste of you once he saw how needy you were. It was fine for you to have an early release. He wasn't cruel. He wanted you to feel nice in return for indulging him in this.

Red and black ropes ran around your body in intricate knots and designs. A heart design right on your sternum, ropes weaving like snakes around your legs to tie them as they were folded. You couldn't see the way your hands were tied behind your back, but Kuro had explained to you that it was supposed to mimic a spider's web.

Kuro's lips trailed down your body, kissing each gap of skin between the lines of ropes.

"You're so good to me, baby." He brushed your hair away from your face and gave you a tender kiss. "Thank you for staying still for me. I'm so proud. I know I took my time with this."

You could only respond with a soft whine, his sweet words making you feel warm.

Kuro's eyes bore into yours with a passionate gaze. He had a look of pure admiration as he scooped you up into his arms. There was no place safer right now and no place you'd rather be.

"I want you to watch while I fuck your pretty body numb. Understand?" His hands wandered to caress and thumb over your skin like it was fine art. Your mind had all but ground to a halt at this point, in a near trance like state.

"Mhm..."

"Good good. I'm going to use some toys too, baby. You remember that, right?" He kissed your head as he brought you to the edge of the bed in front of a tall mirror.

You nodded.

"Verbal response, baby. I need to hear you." He moved your chin so you could look at him through the mirror. "You feeling okay about this still?"

It took a second for your brain to catch up, but you nodded again. Your eyes drifted from Kuro's awaiting gaze to the toys and tape on the bed.

"Yes. I'm okay. I remember." You recalled him talking to you earlier about all this. "Please fuck me, Kuro~"

Kuro let out a deep chuckle that you could feel against your back. "Good job, baby. Thank you for listening to me." His words were sincere as he reached for the toys he said he'd use earlier in this scene.

He taped three bullet vibrators to you. One on each nipple and one directly onto your sex. Your eyes never left the mirror, following his large hands as they put you into the exact position he wanted.

"You see how pretty you are?" He grinned, forcing your head up to look at yourself instead. "You look so good, darling."

More than yourself, you were staring right at Kuro's large, painfully hard looking cock. His thick tip was pressed right against your hole, leaking precum against you. You practically salivated at just the thought of it going into you.

"Watch." He commanded.

And you listened.

Your mouth fell open into a silent gasp as he sank you right down onto his cock. A deep groan could be heard from him.

"Fuck... You're so tight, baby. Look at that. Look at how well you take me."

He moved slowly at first. If anything, he was moving your body up and down his shaft like you were nothing more than a fleshlight. You couldn't help but watch as you were split open with each thrust, the sound of wet, sticky skin gently slapping against each other emanating from the two of you.

"You feel so nice around my dick. You're so good for me, yeah?" He was breathing heavily as he started to move faster. His balls slapped against your skin more and more. "God. I'm so fucking lucky to have you. You're so fucking pretty all tied up like this."

You couldn't find the mind power for any sort of response besides moans and gasps as Kuro thoroughly fucked you. You felt floaty, brainless, like the only thing that mattered was right now and how damn good everything felt.

And then he turned on the vibrators. High.

Maybe it was a lie to say he wasn't cruel. Or maybe it wasn't. Who knew?

When each and every sensitive point on your body was getting attention like this, blinding pleasure flooded your senses. You tried jerking away from the stimulation, but the ropes and Kuro's tight hold on you made it impossible to escape. The floaty nature of your brain quickly gave way to feeling every single cell in your body jolt with pleasure to the point it was nearly painful.

"Kuro!" You wailed. "Mmmngh~! 's too mu~uch~!"

Your wails were only met with a chuckle as Kuro thrusted into you with more fervour.

"You love it, right baby?" He teased, slamming himself inside your tight hole with no mercy. "I said I wanted you to watch. Look at you, darling."

Through watery eyes, you saw yourself in the mirror. Flushed face, drooling, trembling, hole getting stuffed with Kuro's girth over and over again. He made sure to fuck you hard so you felt every inch of him going in and out of you. He made you take him from tip to hilt with each thrust.

Each wet smack of skin only drove you further to the edge. It was hard to focus on anything else except the white hot pleasure you were being bombarded with. The vibrators kept changing their pulse patterns so you never had a moments rest.

Kuro wasn't fairing any better. He held you just as tight as your walls were holding onto him. He wasn't entirely silent, but the fact he only let out low groans and growls right into your ear brought a whole other level of intimacy to the scene.

One of his hands moved to your sex to play with it as he thrusted.

"You wanna come already, don't you?"

You nodded, eyes screwing shut.

"Verbal response, baby."

"Yes! Yes. I want to come so fucking badly!" You cried, completely at the mercy of Kuro's thrusts and each rapid pulse of the vibrators.

Kuro moaned. "Then come. You've been so good to me tonight. I want you to come all over my cock while I fuck my cum into you." He gritted his teeth and slammed into you repeatedly as hashly as he could. "Come for me. You can do that, right?"

"Yes yes yes—" You lost yourself as you finally peak. "Kuro~"

It was all too much all at once. Kuro's balls pulled taught as he slammed into you one final time to coat your insides white. In the same breath, your body convulses as best it could under your restraints as you come with a satisfying moan.

You hear a faint click and all the vibrators stop. Kuro grumbled curses under his breath as he held you tight, massaging your chest gently with his calloused hands.

You barely registered it as he kissed you. But once you did, you kissed back tenderly.

"Good job, darling. Thank you for indulging me again." He sighed in content, nuzzling his face into your neck. "Give me a minute. I still want to take pictures of you like this."

You giggled and watched through the reflection as some cum leaked out from you as Kuro shifted you on his dick.

"I love you, darling."

"I love you, too."

#Minty's Writing #esxreadernsfwweek2023 #kuro kiryu x reader smut #ensemble stars smut #enstars x reader smut #nsft es!!#kuro kiryu smut #once again... minimal proofreading sorry #Minty's Musings

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imtrashraccoon · 3 months

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This writing request comes from my friend @gamemasterofscratch who requested Dr. Baggs being comforted as he's always so stressed and busy. I decided to try my hand at writing in third person for the first time in a while and chose the Reader-Insert character from the Bad Sansuary challenge I wrote, "Have Some Empathy, Dear." (I hope you like it, even if it isn't how I usually write!)

Dr. Baggs belongs to @/megalommi

CW: Mind control against an unwilling person. Nothing explicit happens though.

Doctor's Orders

Dr. Baggs & Female!OC

Word Count: 3,397

Careful...this next part was especially sensitive.

His phalanges trembled ever so slightly as he started to pour the contents of one beaker into another one. He only needed a drop, any more would ruin the experiment and mean the last twelve hours of work had been wasted.

He had taken the necessary precautions of course, just like he always did, even if his bones weren't as frail as many other's bodies were. He had thick black rubber gloves on that covered his entire forearms, a white lab coat that was specially treated to be fireproof, and he was even wearing safety goggles in case there was an explosion.

He narrowed his eye sockets as he scrutinized the bright pink liquid that he was trying to add to another beaker that contained an ashy powder. There was no guarantee that replicating it was even possible. He still had to try though. It would change everything if he could successfully make a synthetic version of that peculiar substance that humans produced naturally. There was no limit to how useful their own version of Determination could be.

Why, he would never have to worry so much about monsters losing hope and falling down. The Guard could have stronger soldiers that could evenly match the most competent human ones, not they weren't already capable in combat that is. He could even break the barrier and reclaim the surface for Monsterkind if he so chose. Not that he was sure that was even feasible in the first place.

A drop of the pink liquid landed on the small pile of ash and...nothing...

He held his breath and studied the beaker closely for several long minutes. When still nothing happened, he finally caved and added another tiny drop, just hoping that it was a fluke. He couldn't have messed something up, he just couldn't have!

A small puff of smoke curled up from the ashes, flooding his nasal cavity with an acrid stench that forced him to take a few steps away from his desk.

He clenched his fists, the rubber material of his gloves crying out in protest, and grit his teeth so harshly that he felt a small jolt of pain in the back of his skull.

wonderful job, sans... you've failed again...

As soon as the thought entered his skull, he frowned and tore off the goggles. He hadn't gone by that name in years, so why had it returned to him at a time like this?!

With a huff, he threw the eye wear at the far wall. The action wasn't nearly enough to placate his growing frustration and with a growl, he turned his attention to the desk. He swept everything to the floor and pounded a clenched fist onto the metal surface, hardly registering the pain from doing so.

Now he'd made a mess of his work area that he'd have to thoroughly clean up. It was a pain to get Monster dust off of anything, let alone that synthesized mixture his assistant had invented. The only good side was that this room had been constructed from easily sterilized materials.

He was so tired.

Yet no matter how hard he had tried to find a remedy in the past, he couldn't sleep. While having more time to dedicate to his work was helpful, it was also detrimental for his health to constantly be burning the candle at both ends.

Dr. Alphys had called him a workaholic once and he'd laughed. She was right though. He couldn't leave well enough alone or stop working for a moment, lest he fall behind some unseen competitor.

He took a few deep breaths and counted backwards from ten. It was such a simple technique but humans certainly knew what they were talking about when it came to psychology. Now if only they had information in their books on how to counteract magical insomnia...

Rubbing small circles over his sphenoid bone, or where his temples would approximately be if he had flesh, he did his best to ease the tension and stress that had built up inside his soul. His frontal lobe felt sensitive too, like he was about to get a migraine, which he really didn't want to deal with right now.

Something set his instincts on high alert. It was a soft sound, like someone had scuffed their foot against the tiled floor when they'd taken a step.

His skull whipped in the direction of the intruder.

His eye sockets widened when he realized they weren't a Monster at all, but a Human. One he'd never seen before either, which was impossible, what with all the surveillance systems scattered around the Underground that he personally oversaw.

They appeared to be a woman with shoulder length dark hair that had loose ringlets at the ends. She had a lighter complexion compared to some humans he'd interacted with and striking eyes that seemed like a mix of green and blue. She was dressed causally in a simple striped cardigan and a pair of black jeans. Interestingly, she also seemed to have some sort of thin plating poking out from her clothes that kind of resembled armour.

She was also taller than him, by at least six or seven inches. Granted, most people were taller than he was, but it was another factor he found concerning about her.

The weird thing was that she was just watching him. All other humans had at least tried to attack him or flee on sight. So why wasn't she?

Forcing himself to relax, he let his arms hang loosely at his sides in an attempt to appear non-threatening for the moment. "can i help you?" he asked, his clear baritone voice easily carrying across the room to her.

She shook her head, although he didn't fail to notice the glimmer of curiosity in her eyes. He could also tell that she was a little nervous, although she was trying to seem relaxed like he was. Her shoulders were rather stiff and with the way her feet were spaced apart, he could tell she was readying herself to flee if he made any sudden movements.

"I was about to ask you that same question," she responded. She let out a bit of an awkward chuckle but made no moves to approach him.

He shook his skull. "i don't need any help you think you can provide, human." He didn't really mean to sound hostile but he couldn't help it.

She seemed completely unfazed though. "That's okay then."

"who are you?" he asked.

She got a strange look on her face and the corners of her lips quirked up slightly. "Well, I have a lot of names, but you can call me...Minty."

He could only look at her blankly. Someone was messing with him, surely. Where had this odd human even come from? She hadn't popped out of nowhere, right? He needed to buy some time and maybe get an idea of what was happening.

Folding his arms behind his back, he drew himself up to his full height and briefly regarded the woman in front of him. "my name is dr. baggs and if you aren't interested in a fight, i have some questions for you..."

She smiled in a more genuine way which was slightly reassuring. "Of course, so long as you let me ask a few of my own."

Baggs nodded and gestured to a rolling chair next to another desk. "feel free to sit down and make yourself comfortable." When the human did so, he pulled another chair over and sat down, although he was careful to stay just out of her reach.

"how did you sneak past all the cameras and get into my lab?" he asked.

She laced her fingers together in her lap and fiddled with her fingernails. Her posture still seemed tense but she appeared calm at the moment.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," she said with a slight chuckle.

He raised a bonebrow suspiciously. "try me, i've seen a lot of things that many would consider unbelievable."

She seemed concerned and her eyebrows furrowed as she considered it. After a moment, she made up her mind and looked up at him again.

"Alright, if you say so. The truth is that I'm not from this world and...a friend dropped me off here."

He understood why she didn't think he'd believe her. In the past he'd theorized about the existence of alternate timelines or even a multiverse, however it hadn't been feasible to explore such theories. He still didn't have the ability to properly do so and even if he did, it could prove dangerous to his own timeline. Who knew what entities existed beyond the veil of reality?

He tapped his clavicle with a phalanx in a thoughtful way. "i see...then why are you here? what do you want from me?" he asked carefully.

She opened her mouth to answer but shut it again with a frown. After a couple seconds of contemplation, she tried again.

"I'm here because of you..."

"why is that?"

She took a deep breath and made eye contact with him. "I can sense how stressed you are and...how your soul is crying out in pain," she stated.

Baggs was a little surprised at how frank she was being right now. Still, he couldn't help but remain on edge. He knew how dangerous humans could be, even without magic, but he was a bit curious how she could sense his emotions.

"how do you know this?"

She pursed her lips as she tried to figure out the best way to answer his question. "It's a little complicated to explain but I've always had a talent for reading how people are feeling. I wouldn't exactly call it magic but it has similarities."

He wasn't sure what to think about how vague her answer was, but he didn't like this situation at all. She was pretending to act casual but he could tell that she was just as, if not more, on edge than he was. Yet she had been polite and actually had tried to relieve some of the tension between them. There was one thing that wasn't sitting well with him though and that was the fact that she seemed to want something from him.

Her gaze shifted from him and towards the discarded experiment on the floor. "I'm guessing whatever happened is why you're so stressed right now, huh?"

"you would be correct."

"Did you want to tell me about it?"

When he didn't answer immediately, she glanced back over at him and tilted her head in a questioning way.

"no, i wouldn't tell anyone, let alone you."

She didn't react to his harsh tone and simply nodded in an understanding way. "That's fine, we don't need to go into details. I can see you didn't get the results you wanted though. How many times have you tried to do this?" Her tone of voice was soft and she seemed to be choosing her words carefully so as to not upset him.

Baggs sighed and shifted in his chair uncomfortably. "nine times now," he muttered under his breath.

She inhaled sharply and he could feel that she was studying him. "I don't think I would've tried again after failing three times. It's impressive how persistent you are, at least in my opinion anyways," she remarked.

She asked a few more casual questions about various topics and he responded in kind. However, the longer the conversation went on, the more uneasy he began to feel. It was like she was trying to get him to feel more comfortable around her. The whole situation felt familiar and he knew why.

It was something he'd often done in the past.

If she was planning to do something, getting him to feel more at ease was the perfect first step.

He hated it.

Before she could ask another question, he interjected with one of his own. "i might be wrong here, but you have experience as a therapist, don't you?" He'd kept his tone even and leaned forward while speaking to express interest in what her answer would be.

She seemed surprised but soon smiled warmly at him. "Yes, I-"

No sooner had she responded did Baggs do what he should've done from the beginning. His magenta right eyelight expanded until it filled his entire socket and the pink swirled with blue to create a hypnotizing array that couldn't be ignored.

She fell easily under his control, just like everyone else before her, but in the split second it took to do so, she seemed to realize what he was doing. She had a look of shock but there was also a strange glint in her teal eyes. She lunged for him and while he tried to move away, her hand closed around his left forearm in a vice grip.

His mind was suddenly flooded with an overwhelming sense of compassion and empathy. However, the feelings weren't his own and for a moment, he was paralyzed from the shock.

He was stronger though.

A simple thought was all it took for the feelings to fade.

Baggs leaned his skull back against the chair and let out a heavy sigh. He'd never had anyone react like that before. Violence sure, but never using...Intent. It didn't make any sense...

He looked down at her, half sprawled on the ground where she'd collapsed and half sitting up almost leaning on top of him, all the while she was still clutching onto his arm. She was stronger than he'd first assumed and he was lucky she hadn't had a chance to go for the kill. But...that wasn't what she'd even tried to do in the first place...

why didn't you follow through and attack me? he asked, using his own thoughts to communicate.

Her expression remained passive and her body didn't move at all, meaning she was still completely under his control. He wanted an answer though and used his magic to gently prob into her mind.

"...I only wanted to help you," was her silent response.

how does any of that help? he pressed further.

"I could feel how much you were hurting. I want to help you with shouldering it, if you'll let me..."

how is trying to influence my mind and emotional state supposed to help?

"I wasn't trying to control you... You didn't believe that I truly wanted to help earlier...so I had to show you."

Baggs narrowed his eye sockets suspiciously. He knew she was telling the truth as no one could lie to him when under his direct control. However, he was a bit intrigued as to what her goal had been.

what else would you do to help me? he asked.

"..." Her thoughts were silent, although he could sense that she was struggling to come up with an answer. "...Anything you allow me to. Although earlier I was thinking of trying to comfort you if you don't mind that," she finally answered.

He decided to give her a chance and relaxed the hold his magic had on her mind. He didn't release her just yet though.

She was still for a moment before she let go of his forearm and sat up properly on the floor. Her eyes never left his and she remained docile, not making any sudden movements.

"May I hug you?" she asked in a soft whisper.

"you may."

She dragged herself to her feet and shuffled towards him. Her movements were slow and unsteady, likely from the effects of the hypnosis, but she managed to stiffly wrap him in a hug.

Baggs let her hold onto him for a couple of minutes before gently pushing her arms away. It felt rather odd allowing a stranger to touch him like that but it wasn't entirely unpleasant either.

Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed with concern and she tilted her head. "I can sense that you're still tense. Would you like it if I tried something different?"

He gave her a curious look. "what else can you do?"

"Well, I know how to use magic to absorb negative feelings."

"i know most humans are incapable of using magic, so could you explain your magic and who taught you how to use it?" he asked.

She nodded and sat down on the ground again, although she crossed her legs this time so she could be more comfortable. "I've always been good at empathizing with people but I can do two things with my magic. I can transfer my own positive emotions to someone else by touching them or I can replace their negative emotions with my own positive ones, absorbing them into my own soul."

She paused for a moment and, sensing that she wasn't willing to reveal who had taught her, Baggs focused his magic again to probe her into telling him.

"His name is Nightmare and...he was also the one who brought me here..." she whispered.

Baggs felt a wave of annoyance flicker over him at the mention of the god of negativity. They'd only met in passing before and it hadn't been a pleasant one.

"Are you okay? I can try comforting you again..." She asked quietly, having apparently sensed his change in demeanor.

He shook his skull and sighed. "no. tell me why he sent you."

Her passive expression faltered and her eyebrows knit together with concern. Still, she was powerless to refuse a direct command in this state.

"Nightmare can sense your negative emotions and he's become very interested in your work," she muttered. "However, I'm not here to convince you to make any deals... I just want to help you."

He knew she was telling the truth and yet he couldn't shake the feeling that Nightmare was using this situation in an attempt to establish good relations. It didn't sit well with him at all.

Baggs fully released his hold on her soul and mind, his right eyelight returning to its usual size and magenta colour as he did so. He could take back the control at anytime and she wouldn't even be able to notice if he did, but he didn't tell her that.

She inhaled sharply and her eyes flicked around the room before settling on him again. As she did so, her body jerked backwards as if to instinctively get away from him but she stopped herself. It was incredibly apparent to any outside observers that she was struggling to remain calm and not freak out, which was commendable.

Baggs stood up and offered her one of his hands to help her stand up as well. "i should apologize for being such a poor host. would you like something to drink?" he inquired.

She grimaced and shook her head but still accepted his help. "Please don't take this the wrong way, but I don't trust you after...that." She looked away from him and dusted her clothing off.

"i understand your concern, but i have no intentions of harming you." He smiled and tried to change the subject with a different question. "may i ask how you came into nightmare's service? you don't seem like the type someone like him would select for his...work."

She smiled while recalling the memory before answering. "You're right, I actually met and befriended his henchmen first. He saw fit to rescue me when my own world collapsed."

He raised his bonebrows in surprise. "I'm amazed you're still in one piece," he remarked dryly.

She chuckled and waved him off. "Well, I have a few more scars now compared to before, but those are mostly from learning self-defense. I'm not deployed for the usual missions so I haven't had to kill anyone yet."

"what missions are you usually deployed on then?"

"I am tasked with the missions that require more tact than what Nightmare himself is able to perform."

It seemed he'd been right from the beginning.

Neither of them said anything for several long seconds. Finally, she put her hand on his shoulder and gave him a gentle smile.

"Is there anything else I can do to help you? I don't know about you but I'd like to at least end this meeting on a pleasant note," Minty commented.

Baggs nodded slightly. "i suppose i can afford to take a break for a little while..." he hummed.

#raccoons drabbles #undertale #megalosomnia #dr. baggs #baggs sans #female oc #minty #baggs & oc #writing requests #first time writing this guy #i always picture him as more chaotic but he's on guard here #definitely took some inspiration from wishing stones r&r for him #the original idea was to write this from baggs pov but its more third person i think

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