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sloth-babied · 1 year

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Just for a Few Minutes

Shuri x POC reader

Summary: In the midst of a mission, you and Shuri get stranded in space. Months later of failing to get back home, you catch her crying and try to make her feel better.

Reader is a touch-starved pathetic loser who Shuri takes an interest in.

Contains: Angst, hurt/comfort, shy reader, smut (18+), and a sprinkle of fluff.

Word count: 2750

Shuri’s been stuck at the wheel, stressing on getting back home. She hates this ship, if you can even call it that. It’s old and rusty. You’re surprised the ship hasn’t blown up yet.

You got used to the grumbling and shouting. It’s the same pattern over and over again, and it always ends with a dent in the metal wall or absolute silence: Shuri cheers, believing she’s tracked Earth’s location, then shouts profanities that you don’t understand when the janky ship randomly reroutes the coordinates.

All day Shuri sits in the cockpit, determined she’ll beat the ship at its ridiculous game, and you watch with crossed fingers each time. You often try to lend a hand, although she’s not very fun to work with when she’s angry.

And when she’s not angry, she cries. But only when she thinks you’re asleep. You’ll lay on your bed, back facing the rest of the ship, and glue your eyes on the wall, unable to sleep while she stifles her sobs either in the bathroom or her bed.

Unlike Shuri, you didn’t have anyone to lose. Your teammates would tease you—call you a lone wolf. Unfortunately, they’re not wrong.

Today, you hear the same quiet sniffling.

You lay there, hesitant to move so she doesn’t know you’re listening. Or trying not to listen. But it’s hard not to when you’re a light sleeper.

The benefit of being a light sleeper? No one can sneak up on you.

The setback? Waking up to the only person you see every day cry almost every night.

However this night—or day, who knows really—is different. She doesn’t lay in the bed across from yours. Instead she sits in the cockpit, elbows on her lap and face buried in her hands.

Shuri’s body jumps when she hears the soft pads of your feet make their way over to her, but she doesn’t look at you. Maybe that’s for the best considering you have no idea what draws you to take the co-pilot’s seat.

You’re unsure what to do. You rarely find yourself in a situation where you have to comfort someone, much less yourself.

Looking straight ahead at the stars and distant galaxies, you speak.

“I don’t miss anyone.” Wow. You’re already terrible at this.

Nonetheless, Shuri’s faintly head lifts, curious to hear where you’re going next.

You gulp, hoping you only say the right words.

“I mean, like, I don’t have anyone to, like, you know, miss. And there’s no one on Earth who’s, you know, missing me right now. Or looking for me for that matter. But I know that there are people searching for you.”

Shuri also looks ahead. “We’re galaxies away,” she states hopelessly.

“Which is probably why they’re taking so long,” you jokingly reply in an attempt to seem sensible.

You turn to Shuri, and the glint of hope that used to live in her eyes has gone, replaced with exhaustion.

“They’ll travel through those galaxies,” you hope to reassure her. “They will.”

You don’t even know if you believe that, though it doesn’t matter if you do or not as long as she believes it.

For a minute, no one makes a sound before Shuri starts to whimper again.

An inaudible “woah” comes out of your mouth when you watch her conceal her face back in her hands. Mentally, you’re unsure how to react, which is ironic because your body somehow does: your bottom lifts off the seat and your arms make their way around the princess.

That’s what you do to make people feel better, right?

Her body stiffens and you scold yourself for being so hasty. You attempt to pull away and apologize before she snakes her arms around you, burying her head between your shoulder and neck. You stay there for a while, your knees on the hard floor as she soaks your shirt.

You don’t say anything and she doesn’t need anything to be said. Silence is just fine.

You’re not used to offering affection, not even a simple hug. Its unfamiliarity makes you a little uncomfortable but you stay. She's the one who pulls away eventually.

“Tired,” she says plainly.

You get on your feet and back up while she stands. The space between you and Shuri returns, mostly because of you. For you, really.

You attempt to shake off the odd feeling on your skin and in your chest as Shuri sits on her bed. She doesn’t tuck herself in though. She just looks at you.

You hate to say that the face she’s wearing seems familiar. It’s a face you’ve ignored on Earth. A face that wants something from you, but you don’t know what. Or you pretend you don’t know.

This time it’s different. You can sense what she wants, and like all the times before, you choose to ignore it, muttering a “goodnight” as you hurriedly walk to your bed.

“Wait.”

There’s no thought to it when your body halts. However, the anticipation flusters you.

It takes a second after you point your ear to her. You hear a heavy exhale leave her nose.

“Can you…lie down with me?”

If you heard this on Earth, you’d simply tell her to go to sleep. At the moment you consider not even facing her again, but you regrettably turn your shoulder. And damn. There’s that face again–the inner corners of her eyebrows softly angled upward.

“Just for a few minutes,” she adds.

Her eyes slowly glide away as she recognizes what she just requested. She wonders why she even asked you such a thing. She starts to shake her head, nearly retracting what she said.

“Sure,” you say. This is probably a mistake.

Your answer obviously surprises her. You don’t have that type of relationship to even lay together, let alone make any physical contact that wasn’t a pat on the shoulder.

You take up the little space left after Shuri scooches. She faces the wall and you lay on your back, unable to move freely. Even your leg hangs off the edge.

But you still can’t seem to shake off that feeling.

It feels strange. Sort of awkward. But something about it also feels…nice, you think. You’ve never done this with someone. The thought of it was too foreign to even consider.

The version of you before would have cringed at the possibility of this happening. But this version of you–the one who has spent months stranded in space, building whatever connection you have with Shuri–doesn’t mind her back pressed against your arm. This version of you doesn’t mind how warm she feels next to you despite the spacecraft’s low temperatures.

You stare at the back of her head contemplating whether or not you should throw your arm over her waist. To comfort her, of course.

No, probably not.

Facing the ceiling again, you wait for Shuri to fall asleep until you hear sniffling again. You can’t solve sorrow with one conversation, can you?

“Shuri?” You whisper. She doesn’t respond. You turn over and place your hand on her bicep. “Shuri,” you try again.

You pull at her with no force and she rolls on her back, wiping her cheek.

“Sorry,” she murmurs sheepishly.

“No, no,” you reach for her face. “It’s alright.”

She gives you full access, staring at you when you begin rubbing away as many tears as you can. You hit a point where her face is mostly dried up, but you don’t remove your hand. You both lay on your sides and you just keep cleaning.

Shuri reaches for your cheek, dragging the back of her hand up and down, mimicking your touch. Your eyes flutter shut, welcoming the new sensation.

She whispers your name.

You open your eyes. “What?”

God, that face.

“I’m gonna kiss you.”

Your hand pauses on her cheek. “Okay.”

She grabs your neck, pressing her lips to yours. And it feels…really good. Her lips are soft, but dry. She observes the same for your lips, but none of you actually mind.

Oh man, is this what you’ve deprived yourself of all this time? You can’t get enough of this. You can’t get enough of her, especially when she tilts her head, kissing you deeper. She eagerly pushes you on your back and gets on top of you, hungrily molding herself against you.

A moan escapes the back of your throat when her lips move to your jaw, trailing down. Her lips tingle down your neck, particularly when she rests there to mark your skin.

You enjoy this feeling. The overwhelming state you’ve never allowed yourself to enter before.

Shuri lifts the hem of your shirt, snaking her hand under your pants. Your thighs instinctively open as she cups your pussy and your breath hitches when her thumb begins circling your clit.

Jesus, you’re sensitive. You’ve touched yourself here and there, but it never felt like this.

You choose to look down and your arousal grows just by the disappearance of her hand beneath your clothing. She slides her middle finger between your folds and you dismiss her chuckles when she recognizes how incredibly wet you are. You’re too horny and touch-starved to even worry about it.

She sits up, one hand at your pussy and the other next to your head. She inserts a finger and drags it out, continuing this motion as her thumb messily rubs your bud.

“You like it when I do this?” Oh, she knows you do.

“Yeah,” you mutter after she inserts her ring finger, staring at you writhe below her.

You turn away, squeezing your eyes shut. Your arm sits on your forehead, covering your eyes, but Shuri pulls the arm away from your face.

“Keep looking at me,” she commands softly.

As piercing as her eyes are, you do as she says and she rewards you by pumping faster. Your mouth opens, your breath quickens, and your hand grips her pillow and the other flies to her bicep, seeking to hold something.

She hums, responding to your desperate whines; your wetness coating her fingers. She takes advantage of your parted mouth and consumes your lips, slipping in her tongue.

You can’t tell if it’s her fingers or her tongue that make you cum, but holy shit, who fucking cares at this point? Your body shakes and your hips lift involuntarily. And even better, Shuri continues to thrust in and out of you, gradually slowing her pace as your orgasm sends you into a disorientated state of ecstasy.

You pull away from her lips, catching your breath.

Shuri smirks. “You look pretty when you cum.”

And you’re brought back down to…well, not Earth. With a groan, you cover your face, but only for a second, too keen to see an expression that wasn’t a frown on her face.

“I bet you’d look even better,” you sit up to kiss her. “Can you lay back?”

She obeys, switching positions with you. You hope to appease her even though you don’t fully know what you’re doing.

“Tell me what to do,” you rub her knee. “I wanna make you feel good, but I don’t know where to start.”

An inquisitive look appears on her face, processing what you’ve just told her. She leans up using her elbows to support her.

“Was that your first time?”

You tilt your head side to side. “Sorta, yeah. I mean, there was this one girl a while ago, but she didn’t get…as far as you did.”

You didn’t let her get as far as Shuri did, to be specific.

“Bast,” she gapes at you. “I suppose that makes sense.”

“Please don’t make it awkward.”

She shakes her head. “I…Okay, yeah–no. I won’t.” The gears keep turning in her head to the point where she smiles to herself. “I’m your first?”

“Okay,” you murmur, shifting away from her before Shuri draws you back with your wrist.

“Don’t go,” she giggles. “That’s okay. I’ll guide you.” She pecks your lips. “I’m sorry.” She pecks your lips again. “We’ll go slow.”

You nod nervously.

“What do you wanna do, hm?” She caresses your cheek, seeing how tense you’ve become.

You peer down at her pants, shrugging. “Wanna touch you…however you want me to.”

“However?” She gives you one last kiss below your jaw before laying on her back. “Okay. Help me take this off.”

The heat kicks back in. You start removing her pants until she impatiently kicks the rest off the bed, leading you both to laugh.

“Just start by kissing me first,” Shuri reaches for your arm.

You happily oblige, enveloping her lips with yours, your body between her legs. You breathe her in—promptly addicted, that’s for sure. Your chests press together and you can feel her breasts beneath you, nipples as firm as yours.

Your hand hesitantly slides under her shirt. You stop before you reach her breast. “Is it okay if-”

“It’s okay,” she drags your hand to her breast and you gently squeeze before flicking her nipple. You successfully earn a moan from her. Fuck, you only wanna do things that’ll get a noise out of her.

You kiss her chin, her jaw, dip to her neck, then down to her clavicle, hoping to descend further. Shuri reads your mind, removing her shirt and throwing it aside. You fervently reconnect your mouth to her skin, stopping at her sternum. Her hand shoots to the back of your head when your lips slide to her breast and your tongue circles around her areola, flicking on her nipple before engulfing it. Another moan leaves her, encouraging you to suck. Your free hand plays with her other breast, flicking and tugging before gliding down to her pussy. You find her clitoris beneath her underwear, circling it between your index and middle finger.

Shuri mumbles in Xhosa as you slip off her underwear.

Your mouth releases her breast and you get up. You gaze at her body, licking your lips. You stay there, naively contemplating what you hope to do to her. She notices.

Her half-lidded eyes inspect your expression. “What do you wanna do?”

Your fingers keep playing with her as you think. You look down at them, enthralled by her body’s response to your touch. You land on something. “Wanna eat you out.”

Shuri lets out a breathy laugh. “I’m surprised you know what cunnilingus is,” she jokes.

You chuckle. “Shut up.”

You aim for her stomach, kissing your way down to her pussy. You remove your fingers from her clit, pausing once you’ve positioned your head between her legs. Your eyes lock on hers when you flatten your tongue and lick.

“Yeah,” her hand lands on the side of head, watching you intently. “Just keep doing that.”

And you do. You lick and suck her, allowing the volume of her voice to guide you. You wrap your arms around each of her thighs, getting comfortable the more she coats your mouth and chin.

“Does that feel good?” You muffle against her pussy.

“Yeah,” she grinds on your face. “Feels…feels really good.”

Shuri gasps your name and throws her head back when you sneak a finger inside her cunt, thrusting in and out. She whimpers when you add another digit, curling the pads of your fingers. She curses in her native language, sighing, “right there,” when you hit her spot and you stare, admiring her whine and whimper because of you.

You continue to suck her clit until her body shudders intensely as she approaches her climax. She wonders if you’ve switched off the ship’s gravity because her mind spaces off blissfully.

You want to see that again.

She releases a heavy sigh and lifts herself to look at you while you sit up.

“Did I do okay?” You ask.

She yanks you by your shirt and smashes her lips on yours, tasting herself.

You laugh against her mouth. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

She pulls away, but lingers with her forehead against yours. She drags her fingernails up and down your neck. “Thank you.”

And she means it. You’re both lonely already. She needed the distraction and you’re apparently much more desperate for affection than you thought you were.

Jokingly you furrow your brows anyway.

“Do people normally thank each other after sex?”

She clicks her tongue and flicks your forehead, saying your name in a scolding manner.

“Ow!” You yelp, laughing as you palm the spot she flicked.

Shuri smiles humorously, rubbing your forehead despite the lack of pain.

#space gays #shuri x reader #shuri smut #shuri angst #shuri fluff #shuri fanfiction #poc reader #technological jargon and what not #love a touch-starved character #reader's job is unspecified but they fight and shit idk #lazily proofread ngl #afab reader #masc reader #black panther: wakanda forever

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solradguy · 6 months

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I'm so grateful that the only GG fans that care about the light novels are the ones that can be normal about things because Lightning the Argent goes from the rawest scenes of carnage imaginable to Ky Kiske doing something mildly religious like offering a short, silent, prayer for someone that got mangled to death by WMD dragons, and I just know that, in the wrong hands, those brief religious moments would generate the most annoying goddamn memes you could ever imagine

#textpost #I have a mountain of beef with catholicism specifically and am negative percent religious #But the punchline to so many Ky jokes is just “ha ha catholic” like come onnnnn get creative #Religion on its own isn't bad. Look instead at how an individual interacts with it and judge from there #Untapped potential in how Ky's consistently depicted praying to Mary/an unspecified female saint for example #Actually... How come I've never seen anyone analyze that aspect of his belief?#His parents died when he was pretty young (iirc) so their influence couldn't've been too much of a contributing factor in that #Maybe he was closer to his mom in the brief time he had with his parent(s)?#Almost all of the Holy Order knights/members they've ever shown have been male too #So I wonder if maybe it's more like the calm/uncombative protective presence of a sacred woman is comforting to him?#It's definitely a stark contrast to the types of things he's generally exposed to in his daily life in any case #Another interesting contrast is how much Sol DOESN'T like religion #He's got some sarcastic lines about God and stuff even pre-Gearification. Wonder what the story with that is...#Anyway Ky only expressing his religion in private moments is interesting to me too #I can't think of an instance where he ever forced it on someone else or tried to explain something as happening just because God willed it #He's smart and logical and yet he still has this spiritual component...#Man is his character is complex. Studying this blond kid under a microscope...

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sylvies-kablooie · 14 days

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cannot believe that both sylvie and loki are canon bisexuals, and that it isn't just a headcanon like i usually place upon my favorite characters as a badge of honor

#oh u are my favorite character with an unspecified in source sexuality?#you have unlocked a new achievement: hc'd by juni as bi!#a round of applause for being such a good blorbo!#<< that is how it goes in 99.9% of cases BUT not this time!#they actually made it real for once! thank u kate herron! we miss you! come home!#loki series #loki #loki laufeyson #sylvie #sylvie laufeydottir #marvel #mcu

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rodolfoparras · 1 month

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I adore you guys goodnight tomorrow I shall hopefully bring gay smut!!

#side note would it be okay if I started writing unspecified character pieces like man sometimes I’m just gay and want to fuck a man doesn’t #matter who u know?#not writing

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pfhwrittes · 4 months

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a quick little something for dealing drugs and feelings while i sort out my ghost hc (i’m plotting out johnny and gaz’s now but ngl i’m most nervous of writing gaz’s)

not quite a dark!fic but it could head that way.

TW: Unspecified intoxication, fem!reader, references to implied drug usage.

drabble; 200-300 words.

you grunt softly as a large warm body shifts on the sofa next to you, compressing the stuffing around you and making you blink slowly as your head tilts - rolls - spins - against a firm bicep.

you’re not meant to be here. in a dingy living room, hazy with sweet-sour smoke, surrounded by men, your friend curled in the lap of a stranger on another sofa. you shouldn’t have followed her to this house - a friend of a friend’s she said with a grin that cracked around the edges -

“ - alright luv?”

you thoughts scatter at the deep voice, into the haze of the room. you jolt and tilt away from the arm, the voice that licks up your spine and settles at the nape of your neck like weighty palm -

oh but that is a warm palm at the nape of your neck. when did that happen? your head rolls to the other side. ah. there is another man on the sofa, his arm slung over your shoulders, thighs pressing against yours causing a static hum to bloom under your skin.

suddenly you’re too warm. the cloying haze of smoke is overbearing and the static under your skin whines in shrill panic. you shouldn’t be here.

you wriggle forwards wanting to reacquaint your body with momentum before trying to pitch yourself upwards, desperate for fresher air before you make more of a fool of yourself.

two gazes, one blue and the other brown, meet over your head. across the coffee table on the sofa opposite, two other gazes meet over the top of your friend’s head. either way you fail to notice.

perhaps if you had, things wouldn’t be quite as they are now.

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taglist: @kaadaaan

#dealing drugs and feelings #cod fic #fem!reader x unspecified character(s)#unspecified character(s) for now that is…#jp #jm #kg #sr #tw drugs #be gentle with me it’s my first published non flufffy thing #kyle garrick x reader #john price x reader #simon riley x reader #john mactavish x reader

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do-you-know-this-queer-character · 4 months

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Do you know this queer character?

Tohru is Genderqueer and/or Transgender and their pronouns are unspecified (but not she/her).

#i literally read the oneshot manga for this post #this is the most information I can gather #tohru chiguhagu #chiguhagu #tumblr polls #fandom polls #poll #genderqueer #transgender #unspecified pronouns #manga #lgbtqia #do you know this queer character #finished

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wesavegotham · 6 months

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The different parts of Gotham War not lining up at all in terms of plot, character motivation and characterization is bad enough, but now that DC is suddenly trying to explain when other titles like Detective Comics and Batman and Robin are taking place in relation to Gotham War it gets even worse because now all of these storylines make so much less sense too.

#Gotham War #Listing all the reasons why Gotham War and Ram V's Tec run don't fit together would be complicated #Because they are doing similar things with a similar cast of characters but in extremely different ways #And I don't have the energy to go through both storylines to get the details right #But Batman and Robin is simple #You can't have a cozy father-son-story and Bruce going insane and shoving all the parental responsibilities onto Dick #to be a brooding loner again taking place at the same time #Is the entire Batman and Robin book supposed to take place during the few days that Damian was the only one on Bruce's side in GW #Before Bruce abandoned Damian?#Because unlike when Death in the Family happened you can't even use the excuse that Damian changed his mind #And decided to stay with Bruce even though dinf ended with everyone including Dami not showing up at the talk Bruce wanted to have with the #Which was what they did in B&R 2011 #Because back then it was the family that decided they didn't want to work with Bruce anymore #In GW it's Bruce who tells them to leave him alone #He very explicitly abandons Damian despite the fact that Damian didn't betray him and stayed loyal #So this time Damian can hardly change his mind and decide to stick by Bruce because it's Bruce who rejected him #I'm still so confused by Zdarsky putting that in the story in the first place because he clearly has very little interest in Damian #Out of all the male Robins he played the smallest part in this #It probably would have been better for B&R if Damian had been somehow absent for Gotham War like in a lot of previous batfam events #And left the time B&R takes place unspecified #So that it just takes place in its own bubble #I'm usually all for DC telling us how things fit together but for that to be good things need to actually line up #And not outright contradict each other

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cannondisabledcharacters · 6 months

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Today's disabled character of the day is Amethyst from Steven Universe, who has an unspecified growth disorder

Requested by Anon

[Image Description: Drawing of a purple alien humanoid with amethyst gem in her chest. She has long light purple hair that cover her left eye and her right eye is black. She is wearing a white torn bottom tank top, black pants white silver stars on the knees, and grey shoes. She is holding a black doubled headed whip with amethyst along it.]

#unspecified character #Steven Universe #Steven Universe Amethyst #su #su amethyst #disabled character of the day

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thebluestbluewords · 9 months

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Anything You Like - the soulmate theology part

“They’re a gift from God,” Claudine says confidently. “He sends them to us so we know where to find the good people in the world. The ones who are meant for us, for us to love and learn from. That’s why so many parents will mark their children.”

“That’s stupid,” says Mal, who is eight years old, and has exactly two soulmarks, one from her mother and one from her future-henchman in training, Jafar’s son. “My mom’s the worst of the worst. She’d never let some silly god tell her who to mark.”

Claudine glares at Mal from behind her thick glasses. The effect is a bit like being glared at by an especially nervous monkey, one of the creepy ones with huge eyes who sometimes come on TV in the hours-long marathons they get of the stupidest children’s shows imaginable.

With all of the fury in her six-year-old body, Claudine sticks her tongue out at Mal. “Then you’re stupid, and so’s your mom!”

“My mom could crush you dad like a bug.” Mal says carelessly. “And probably his god too, if he’s wasting his time giving people soulmarks. My dad’s the most powerful god on the island, and he doesn’t have any soulmarks.”

“That’s because nobody loves him!” Claudine says, full of confidence in her own correctness in a way that only children can be. Mal would punch her teeth in, if she thought she could get away with it. “If God made somebody to care about your dad, he’d have found them by now and you wouldn’t even be here.”

“Take it back!”

“No!”

“Take it back right now or I’m gonna hit you!” Mal shouts, clenching her hands into fists so tight that she can feel the tiny points of her nails start to cut into her palms. “My dad’s the most powerful god on the isle and he’s gonna hurt you if you don’t take it back!”

Claudine frowns, screwing up her whole face. “My God can protect me,” she says, but they’re a shadow of doubt to her words now, and Mal knows that she can win this. “He’s the most powerful of all time, not just here.”

Mal, with the honing instincts of a child who has never been told to shut up, goes for blood.

“Then why don’t you have a soulmark? If your god is so powerful and cool and loves you so much, why didn’t he make anyone who loves you back?”

“I—“ Claudine sputters, face crumpling behind her glasses. “I— I, um, I’m waiting. For the right person.”

Mal frowns. She’s more evil when she pretends to care about people first, that’s what her mom says. “I thought your god was supposed to show you the right person. If he didn’t give you anyone, I think it means you’re just an unlovable freak.”

“You’re mean,” Claudine whispers, her face damp behind the shield of her glasses. “I’m gonna find my person someday, and you’re never gonna get any more soulmarks because you’re mean and God hates you.”

Mal laughs. “There’s no god on the island, stupid. Your dad just lies to you because he doesn’t want anyone to know that you’re a freak.”

Claudine sniffles. “You’re mean and that’s worse.”

Mal takes a step back. Crying is disgusting and only for babies, and at eight years old, she’s very much not a baby, and being seen with someone who’s crying could hurt her burgeoning schoolyard reputation. Making someone cry because you hit them is one thing, but standing next to someone who’s crying is a sign of weakness, and there’s no space in Mal’s world for acting weak.

“Says who?” she demands, from a safe distance away. Bullying distance is further than comforting distance, and it should be clear enough to any onlookers which one she’s standing at.

“My— my dad,” Claudine manages, sucking in an enormous snotty breath. “And all his followers. Being mean is the worst thing ever, that’s what they said.”

Mal laughs wickedly. Or at least, close to wickedly. She’s still practicing her Evil Laughs. “Well, my mom says that being mean is how you get ahead in the world. And my mom’s the ruler of the isle, and yours is dead, so I’m pretty sure I know better than you.”

#my fic #descendants #descendants fic #mal bertha #claudine frollo #the side characters from the isle of the lost books are so funny to me so I’m just borrowing them a little bit here #will I borrow more later???#maybe #anyway soulmarks in this world are unspecified magic and I will not elaborate on their actual cause #only that characters with religious trauma may or may not believe they’re meant to be guidance from god #kidfic

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prttykittes · 5 months

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:3 anon

(stop cause i almost vented😭)

warnings: incest, innocent reader(?), implied fem/feminine reader(wears skirt and panties)

Imagine ur big sister buys you cute outfits and spoils you to bits! She loves to see you all dolled up! Especially when you wear the choker she bought you! She even made sure it was your favorite color. Whenever you get nervous you result to sucking on your sister’s fingers. Big sister then loves to help you relieve your stress! Her hands travel down to play with the hem of your skirt before trailing up your inner thigh to your panties. She makes sure you’re okay with this before taking off your panties leaving you exposed. Her slender fingers touch you making you whine and squirm. her other hand roams to your face and makes you turn towards her so she can kiss your forehead and tell you that you’re her “pretty baby”. She’s so sweet to you and makes sure you feel good the whole way through. But before you can cum she makes you eat her out. The choker she bought you has a ring so she can attach a leash. So whenever you’re eating her out she can pull the leash and make you go further in between her thighs. She always praises you saying how good you’re doing, and how much she loves you. She even pets your head.

Mwah,mwah. Love this `3` — the choker leash thing is hot (⁠〃ﾟ⁠3ﾟ⁠〃⁠) . I written a small little thing. Cuz why not ��⁠╹⁠ ⁠.̮⁠ ⁠╹⁠ෆ

TW.incest(sister x slibing), Chokers, feminine!reader, reader wears skirts, no genitals mentioned for reader

Her hand was reaching down, she grabs the hem of your skirt. She was rubbing the fabric of the dress, she was behind you. Your back on her chest, her head on your shoulder. She loved to doll you up, making you really more pretty than before. She rubbing your stomach and you begin to get nervous, she smiles and lifts up her finger to your mouth. You latch on her finger and suck, it brings you comfort and she enjoys it so you guys both win! Her other touches the choker around your neck, she smiles as she got your favorite color. She takes away her finger with a pop! Her slender fingers down at your panties, she looks at you waiting for you to consent. You nod and she slides it off, her saliva coated finger rubs at your sex. She uses her fingers on you, your hips roll against her hand and fingers. She lets out a chuckle at your needyness, her other hand reaches up to your face turns it towards her. She kisses your forehead, she calls you her "my pretty baby" she continues to leave kisses on your face, your back arches. Your chasing after your high but her fingers pull away. You whine and she smiles, she kisses your cheek. You continue to whine and she puts you on the ground, you kneel infront of her. You look up at her, your cute big eyes looking up at her and she gets more wet at the sight of you. She spreads her legs and you go between, your head leans more closer to her pussy, she puts her hand on your head. Stopping you from going closer, you whine. "Don't worry!" She reaches over to the nightstand and grabs a leash, she puts it on your choker on the ring. She pulls it closer and your mouth is on her pussy, "go on." She says, you begin to lick and suck at her sex. Slurping up her juices, she moans and pats your head with her other hand. She pulls it more harder, your head going more deeper in. "Oh, your doing so good.." she praises, your sex twitches at the praise. She humps your face, your nose on her clit. She was reaching her climax and oh how she loves this! She can't wait to use this leash in the future.

#kittytail #kittymilk #kittypussy #x reader #x reader smut #unspecified x reader #female original characters x reader #female ocs x reader #oc x reader smut #female original character x reader #female oc x reader #feminine!reader #tw.incest #cw.incest

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solarsnapp · 1 year

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[ID: A primarily reddish-pink digital art piece fashioned like a magazine cover. It features Yoo Joonghyuk as the Punisher standing close to another version of the Punisher who looks like Lee Seolhwa from Omniscient Reader. Both are looking towards the viewer with serious expressions. Pink electricity dances around them, some of it arcing in the top left into two hearts. There is big white and pink text in front of the two figures saying “The Punisher.” End ID.]

whats better than one punisher? two punishers

some punisher-related snippets under the cut:

(the terms of address for joonghyuk are masculine in the first three snippets and feminine in the fourth)

Dokja: When you played games for competitions, you always played as female characters. Why is that?

Joonghyuk: ...Many had Femme Fatale-esque perks which significantly increased their damage against characters of the opposite sex. This was especially useful in earlier years when meta comprised mostly of male characters and the pool for viable competitive female characters was smaller.

Dokja: But, this year it was different, no? Weren’t all those perks weakened because of how powerful they were? And even then, there was a surge of popularity for female characters because that one group made up of skilled women dominated the leaderboards the year prior.

Dokja: It offered you no true benefit anymore. Why keep using them?

Joonghyuk: ...

Joonghyuk: I’m not sure.

— Chapter 8 of “Transfem YJH AU”

Countless handles and usernames displayed on the screen, the battle roster filled nearly top to bottom with masculine playable characters. Then, there was one with startlingly white hair, red ruby lips, and a curvy figure, looking sultry and distinct from all her stone-faced competitors. That was stuck under his own name.

As the event progressed, the roster was blacked out. Competitors dropped team by team. That woman was still up there. Joonghyuk watched the more famous players in meta throw their headsets on the ground and storm off. He had to resist the urge to cackle and tell them to ‘eat shit’ so many times, it became tortuous.

“To keep it simple, I enjoyed seeing the looks on the players’ faces after they learned some gimmicky female character they didn’t take seriously wiped the whole damn roster clean.”

— Chapter 26 of “Transfem YJH AU”

“Ah, I see. What should we call you then?”

Joonghyuk knew he didn’t have to waste any more time. He could leave them without a name. But, judging from how quickly this random person picked up on his appearance, such a decision could lead to unfavorable theories spreading around. He had to think of something quick.

His mind went back to a time still so clear when the apocalypse was only a far-off nightmare, to national competitions and competitors.

“The Punisher.”

Joonghyuk said the name of the character he brought to the highest ranking on the leaderboards with, then dashed towards the monsters.

— Chapter 1 (Birth of the Punisher) of “Transfem YJH AU (The Prequel)”

“Nah. Honestly, I’m more impressed.” Namwoon then casually strode up and inspected Seolhwa with a playful hum. “Can’t believe the old hag actually found a chick who looks this much like ‘the Punisher.’”

Joonghyuk tensed up. Seolhwa recognized the strange name she really should search up later.

“Um...that is a game character, right?” Seolhwa asked.

“Hell yeah. You fit this bitch’s type so well, it’s almost like you came from the damn game itself. I mean, except for the outfit. The Punisher would have worn something way sluttier.” Namwoon then swerved around and jabbed Joonghyuk on the side with an elbow. “Must have been really disappointing for you, eh?”

Namwoon choked on a yelp when Joonghyuk slapped him upside the head. “Don’t talk about someone like that.”

— Chapter 4 (Chill Out Or Die)* of “Sparkling Water”

*As of posting, this has not been published yet.

#omniscient reader #omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv #orv spoilers #yoo joonghyuk #lee seolhwa #the punisher #transfem yoo joo au #i mean i tag seolhwa but its not technically her if you know what i mean?#i have this headcanon that joonghyuk named the punisher after the character she used to main #in the unspecified moba she used to play #and the moba version of the punisher happens to look similar to seolhwa in my brain at least #kinda unrelated but those rose tattoos on moba punisher only appear after shes killed a male character #i support womens wrongs #sauce reads orv #you know what fuck it ship tag as well #seolhyuk #gay ppl #my art

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pomsdoodlefort · 2 months

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Demon Power: Decompression

When this power activates Pomegranate separates into three separate parts. It's used mostly as a combat technique, but sometimes Pomegranate just... falls to pieces without warning. Each segment functions on its own yet are still connected as a whole. While each segment is just as much Pomegranate as any other, each has its own slight personality variations.

Torso is a bit of a show off. Owing to the fact that it has the hardest time being mobile, it has become the most acrobatic section. Able to run, jump, swing and pounce on unsuspecting victims before even being noticed. Often mistaken for a corpse when its eye is closed. Torso also dabbles in magic tricks. Which are sleight of hand and which are actual magic? It'll never tell. It can't speak.

Lower-Half is the strategist of the group, but it also has a hot temper. Using the end of its tail as its head, eyes open from the feather spots on both sides of the tail. Being on a prehensile swivel LH is never caught unawares. Torso still tries though. When not in combat, Lower-Half likes watching horror movies while coiling around Seeb for comfort. On hot days, if it likes you, LH will fan you with its tail. But you'd better not ask it to.

Head is erratic and chaotic, biting first and never asking questions. It moves extremely fast as it has sole access to the body's wings, which attach directly to the spinal column. It acts as the mouthpiece for the group, though it is easily distracted and is hard to keep on task. Can often be found gnawing on the hell hogglet Seeb. As it is unable to penetrate his near indestructible hide, Seeb doesn't mind.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel oc #hazbin sona #digital art #original character #pomegranate #seeb #ah ha this is the most detailed sona I've had in awhile i am enjoying this obsession even if it ends up being brief #even without the whole hazbin thing i am enjoying this character on his own #she is the most self indulgent thing I've done in awhile and i fucking loooove it #oh look me processing trauma and ongoing medical issues via fiction can i get a wahoo #who is acknowledging their fucking dissociative disorder as it becomes more and more of a thing ah ha #like unspecified dissociative disorder but my level of dissociation is off the fudging charts #and gets worse every year :3 so yay

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zurazakis · 3 months

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everyone who dislikes shumika we are holding hands we are besties. we are in this together

#enstarsposting #i cant live like this. honestly kur/okei/to as well kinda except like. i DO see it i just dont think they should be together #ch/iaki & ka/nata are another one i dont like. as ive stated before. chi/aki is too much of a comic relief character now #hes constantly the butt of the joke of everyone being mean to him for unspecified reasons & we're supposed to just accept it #even in serious stories like... ok... why is everyone constantly going on abt how annoying & insufferable he is #including ka/nata! especially ka/nata. i like him but like. not them together yk.

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writersmorgue · 3 months

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Febuwhump Day 6 - "you lied to me"

I may have shed a tear while writing this one.

This is a fantasy AU!! No teacher/student!!

TWs in tags || read on Ao3 || wc: 971

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As much as he tried to run away, Izuku had pulled him in like a magnet. They had fallen hard and fast for each other, faster than Shouta had in any of his lifetimes.

The time came to confess his truth, to finally break off their relationship and part ways. It would be easier this way, Shouta could let Izuku live on in his memory, young and vibrant as he was.

But Izuku always did love ruining Shouta’s plans.

“Shouta, it’s okay. I- I am too.”

He didn’t think he’d ever felt such a feeling before. Was it relief? Distress, maybe… Hope.

“Why… why didn’t you say anything?” He examined Izuku’s face, trying to wring out any deceit.

His lover shrugged, smiling. The barely-there crow's feet made an appearance as he nuzzled into Shouta’s hand.

“Probably for the same reason as you. I wanted to protect this. It wouldn’t work if one of us was mortal and the other…”

Shouta frowned, “I know most of the other immortals in the area, I can’t believe I never noticed you.” he swiped Izuku’s freckled cheek with his thumb.

“I’ve…” Izuku sighed, “I’ve had a tough life, Shouta. I’m just grateful that I now get to spend the rest of it with you.”

Eternity… he doesn’t say.

Truly, Shouta should’ve known it was too good to be true.

He let himself believe that it was possible, that the universe had finally granted him some sort of reprieve.

Maybe it was his desperation that led him to ignore the signs. Izuku’s aging, his spirit, his beauty.

Living for as long as Shouta had, you would lose your mind a little more with each passing decade. Cursed immortals like him don’t receive the blessing of death, but rather gradual insanity.

It was all good, all wrong.

Not two years later, it all came crashing down.

Izuku had begun looking tired and lethargic. His smile was strained and his movements painful. Shouta had insisted he go to the healer, ignoring the blaring alarm in his head that screamed this was wrong. He should be regenerating faster than his ailment could harm him.

“Shouta, don’t worry.” He brushed off every time he showed concern. “I’m fine, they can’t help.”

There was something he wasn’t telling him.

Weeks later, Izuku had awoken sometime in the night, and he hadn’t returned. After Shouta lay there unable to rest for some time, he threw the covers off of his bed and trudged into the dark of the house.

He found Izuku curled around the toilet, sitting in a pool of sweat and vomit.

Immediately he leaped into action, gathering the shivering man into his arms and lifting him. Izuku clung to his shoulders, whimpering at the movement.

He rushed them to the nearest healer, doing his best to keep Izuku conscious throughout the trip.

The old woman on duty took one look at Izuku and sighed, waving at Shouta to come through to the back.

They put him on an open cot, and Shouta immediately forewent the waiting bench, kneeling beside Izuku on the dirt.

“Shit, you’ve gotta tell me what’s going on, Izuku. Please, I know you’re hiding something. Is your curse doing this to you? I don’t understand…”

“Love,” Izuku smiled, motioning for Shouta’s hand. He complied, holding the smaller hand in his own. Izuku’s body had always been small, almost dangerously so, but Shouta chalked it up to genetics. He never met Izuku’s family, assuming they’d passed decades or even centuries ago, like his own.

But now, with the moonlight pouring in through the window, illuminating Izuku’s translucent skin, he’s sure he had it all wrong.

He waited a moment, allowing Izuku to collect himself and breathe.

“There’s a letter… in my chest at home. I explain more…” He sighed, eyebrows quivering, “I can’t imagine I have much longer. I’ve already been lucky.”

“Izuku you’re…” acting as though you’re already dead. “You lied to me about being immortal,” Shouta finished, using all his power to stay strong until he got answers. But watching the tears swell in Izuku’s eyes nearly broke him.

“I’m sorry for deceiving you, Shouta. It was never with malicious intent, please believe me.” He took a shuddering breath, “I never had long for this life.”

Shouta brought Izuku’s hand to his forehead, feeling the cool skin and pressing a kiss into his wrist.

Shouta would never be angry at him, and he needed Izuku to know, but he wouldn’t dare interrupt him now.

“I knew you were cursed when we met all those years ago. I knew I was dying then, too.” Izuku explains, nodding to the woman when she brought him another pillow to prop himself on. “As much as I knew it would hurt, I was selfish. I fell in love with you, and I knew you would leave if I was honest. I just…” He sobs, caressing Shouta’s face.

Shouta shakes his head, allowing his burning eyes to well, “Izuku you don’t need to justify yourself. I’m so grateful for the time we’ve had together. If I’d have known… I would’ve spent every waking moment treasuring you.”

Izuku chuckled, “You couldn’t possibly make me feel more loved than I already have. My time with you was the happiest of my life. I’ve been alone for so many years, and though it was greedy, I didn’t want to feel that loneliness in death. I know you’ll always be with me, just like I’ll always be with you, Shouta.”

He pulled himself up onto Izuku’s cot and took the man into his arms.

“I love you more than anything, Izuku.” He murmurs, pressing kisses into Izuku’s crown.

“Not more than I love you,” Izuku whispers back.

He took his last breath with a sleepy smile on his face.

Forever young, just like Shouta.

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