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frantic-fiction · 3 months

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Astarion x f!reader, Astarion x f!Tav

Summary: Astarion goes too far and embarrasses Tav in front of the party. She decides she wants a bit of revenge.

Warning: Smut, MDNI, slight Dom!reader, slight Sub!Astarion, Dom/Sub switch (kinda?), delayed orgasm, Oral sex m and f receiving, PnV sex,

Word Count: 3.8k (I'm a gremlin who just can't help myself)

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That fucking asshole. How dare he? You slammed open the door, the handle hitting the wall with a resounding smack. Locking it behind you, you kick off your shoes, stumble over your feet, and rip off your dress. You begin throwing off every other accessory and remaining article of clothing until you are completely bare and breathing heavily. You sigh, frustrated, and pull on a pair of trousers and an old, tattered shirt. Anger pulses through your veins, and embarrassment burns deep in your chest. Falling onto the bed, you drop your face into your hands and pull at the ends of your hair.

Astarion went too far this time. Usually, you loved his sassy comments and sarcastic humor. You were typically the first to laugh when he jests and pokes fun at you and the other party members. But how can you laugh when his lighthearted jokes turn to dirty secrets? When he's telling your friends out in a crowded pub intimate details from your sex life.

You should have known it was a bad idea to have Astarion feed from you while there was liquor coursing through your veins. But he was curious and very convincing. It didn't take long before you were offering him your wrist. Neither of you really thought the alcohol would affect Astarion, and you didn't expect Astarion to be such a fucking ass when intoxicated.

He teased you and shared private moments all night, and you wanted to hate him. Moreover, you wanted him to be sorry. Beg for forgiveness and mean it. But Astarion is a prideful man and has a stupidly hard time giving out apologies. He's improved, especially with you, but you don't want a simple sorry. You want payback, a little revenge, or as close to it as possible.

A sudden, devilish thought crosses your mind, and you know how you're going to get just that. Quickly, you jump up and move to set your plan in motion. You clean up the room, erasing your angry tantrum from before, and strip down naked once more. You dig around Astarion's pack and pull out his white-laced shirt. And then you wait for him.

It takes just under an hour of waiting. You filled the time with one of the books you picked up the other day. But just as you go to flip another page, the door handle twists, catching on the lock. You’re on your feet and at the door before Astarion can attempt to unlock it. The palm of your hand hits the door hard, and you're holding it close.

"Why should I let you in?" Your tone lace with venom.

"Darling," Astarion sighs, a tinge of exhaustion undertoned in his words, his voice no longer holding that annoying drunken slur. "Must we do this?"

"You weren't very nice to me tonight." You lean your back against the door, crossing your arms. “I have half a mind to make you bunk with someone else.”

His head falls against the wood, pushing lightly against your back. "If you let me in, I promise I'll make it up to you." It felt like he was breathing these words sinfully into your ear.

You flip the lock and open the door. "Say you're sorry."

"Is that really what you want?" He purrs, his eyes darkening and pressing into your space. "I much prefer physical apologies."

Astarion pulls you into a lustful kiss, his hand snaking up your shirt and massaging your breast. He bites your lip, and when you gasp, he licks into your mouth. He traces his fingers over your hip bone and pulls you close.

"Wearing my shirt with no underwear?” He nips your bottom lip, and you shudder. “I don't think you're as mad as you say, my sweet."

You smile sharply and pull him further into the room. Reclaiming his lips, you start pulling at his shirt, exposing Astarion's pale skin. He's kissing down your neck, tugging your shirt aside to lather his tongue over your shoulder. His fangs tease your skin, and you moan. Trailing your fingertips down his stomach, you undo his pants, tugging it down. Astarion steps out, leaving him in a pair of tight briefs, an outline of his swelling cock evident against the straining fabric. He pushes the trousers to the side, and the two of you fall onto the bed in a heap.

"Who says this is for you?" you say coyly, forcing his head to the side and biting hard at his throat.

"Hells,"

"Maybe I was going to take care of myself tonight." You kiss his cheek "Take a bath, have some wine," you bring your lips to his ear. "Touch myself." You tease his ear between your teeth. His grip tightens on you. "I don't need you to please myself, Astarion."

Astarion groans deep in his chest and runs his hands up your thighs to the swell of your ass. He grinds you down onto his half-hard cock. "But here we are."

"But here we are." You mimic, smiling smugly, relishing how Astarion so confidently believes he holds all the cards.

He kisses you again, and you let him. You could easily get lost in the wet dance of lips and the delicious silent promises of more to come. Give in and just let Astarion consume you. But no, you are far more excited with what's to come.

"I want to taste you." You moan needily- dragging your teeth down his chest. Maybe you were playing it up, but it seemed to work. You circle his nipple with your tongue, and Astarion lets out a deep groan, nails digging into the plush flesh of your ass.

"Don't let me stop you, my love,"

You tug his cock out and squeeze him softly; he's stiff and aching and instinctually bucks up into your palm. Licking over his nipple, you begin to suck. A trickle of precum starts to fall, and you collect it, beginning to stroke slowly. Kissing down his stomach, you reach his pelvic bone. You look up, meeting Astarion's intense gaze. His mouth is agape, his chest moving in harsh breaths. One hand is reaching up, gripping the headboard in an ironclad grip. You softly press a kiss to the tip of his cock before taking him into your mouth.

"Fuck," He hissed through clenched teeth, "Gods, I love your mouth."

Urged on by his response, you take more of him in his mouth and begin to move at a slow pace sucking and bobbing your head. Astarion's hands grabbed your shoulder and softly stroked up your neck to the back of your head. He didn't force the pace, just gently held your head, rubbing his thumb softly behind your ear.

"That's it, Darling. So good to me."

Heat rushes through your body, the praise going straight to your core. You hum and begin to bob your head faster. Sucking hard, hollowing your cheeks, you trail your hand down his tensed thigh and cup his balls. You roll him in your hands, and Astarion moans, thrusting into your mouth. You gag and grab his hips, holding him down with your weight.

He's close. His eyes are unfocused, trying desperately to stay on you; he's letting out breathless gasps and attempting to buck up into your mouth, seeking more for you to give. That's when you pull off of him entirely and squeeze his cock tightly.

Astarion lets out a needy whine, sits up, and instantly meets your eyes. He opens his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it.

"Apologize!"

"What?" Astarion says, dazed and still lost in the loss of stimulation. Then it dawns on him, and he realizes what's happening. "Naughty little-"

You give him one stroke, and Astarion chokes. "Apologize for embarrassing me tonight."

"My sweet, I was intoxicated; it's not really my fault." He's trying to give off an air of indifference, but you know him better. Astarion was moments away from crumbling.

"I was just as drunk, and I wasn't telling everyone about our sex life." You lick over the tip and begin to stoke him slowly. "Apologize, and I might just let you fuck me."

He moans deeply, thrusting up into your fist. "I-ng shit, I'm sorry, you were upset with my words tonight."

"Nope, try again." You stop completely and meet his eyes. "You have to mean it."

"Please! My love, I'm sorry." His voice cracks. He's practically whimpering; he brings his fist to his mouth and bites down to keep a semblance of control.

"That's closer, but what you said still hurts, so I want you to make it up to me." You move up his body and kiss him. "Do you want to make it up to me?"

"Yes! Anything!" He sounds so desperate. You don't think you've ever felt so aroused. You clench instinctually against nothing, seeking friction that's not there.

"I want you to beg. I want you to beg to fuck me, handsome" You scratch your nails teasingly down the broad of Astarion's chest. "I want everyone to hear how - how did you put it, love? 'desperate and needy' you are for me."

He looks at you like you’ve grown a second head, eyes blackened from arousal, and a smile stretches his lips."I like this side of you, Darling."

Astarion captures your lips, and you're on your back before you can comprehend what's happening. "My sweet, please, I need to touch you." His voice is louder than it needs to be.

"Do you?" You purr, hooking your leg over his hip.

"Yes!" He moans out, rutting against your dripping cunt. "Please, I need you!"

You brush your hand through Astarions hair and pull him down for a kiss. "Then be a good boy and touch me."

Astarion doesn't need to be told twice to tug up your shirt. You let him pull it off and throw it across the room. He starts to trail sloppy, wet kisses down the column of your neck. A rough hand grabs your breast, and nimble fingers pinch your nipple. You sigh and thrust your hips up when Astarions mouth finds your other nipple and rolls the peak softly between his teeth before sucking hard.

"Astarion," you moan, caressing any available skin of his you can reach. "So good to me."

He grunts at the praise and moves down your stomach, leaving kitten licks and sharp nips in his wake. His hands are trailing down your sides and stop to grip your hips in a firm hold. He pulls you down the bed, and you let out a little yelp. Astarion meets your half-lidded gaze and bites at the fat of your thigh, lapping up the droplets of blood that bead up to the surface.

"The sweetest treat," Astarion moans, throwing your leg over his shoulder, trailing his nose down your thigh to the spot you want him most. But I'm still famished. I need more, please."

"Don't let me stop you, handsome." You smirked, mimicking his previous words. Your breath was catching, and you felt just as desperate as Astarion.

You let out a gargled mewl when Astarion trails one long agonizing lick up the length of your cunt. He never breaks eye contact; you bite your lip and grip one of your breasts, fisting the other into the bedsheet.

Astarion consumes you like he'll never be able to again. Desperate, messy, and with no care for the thinness of the walls. You gasp and instinctually try to clamp your legs close. His cold hands hold your hips apart, only allowing pathetic gyrates of your hips. The room is filled with filthy wet slurps and needy moans as Astarion tears you apart.

"Faster, Star. Don't you dare stop," you demand, grinding against his face, shivering when his pointed nose teases your clit. "Such a good boy."

His moan quakes through your cunt, and you throw your head back into the pillow, arching your back slightly. Astarion's fingers push into you and match the ragged pace of his mouth. Your hand finds his soft curls again and holds him in place, pulling gently at the roots. Astarion could break away anytime, but he seems to like it because you feel him grind down against the bed.

"No, no, pretty boy." You tsk, pulling his hair harsher. He grunts against you, sucking harder at your clit. "You don't get to come until you’re forgiven."

Astarion pulls away from your clit, chin glistening with your juices. His fingers are still pumping into you. "You cruel women." He practically whines breathlessly.

"You're- shit- you're making up for your naughty behavior, remember?" The coil is tightening in your stomach, your body hot, and your breath shaky. "Now be good and make me come."

He smiles wickedly and resumes his ministrations. He curls his fingers up and presses against the spot that has you gasping in silent cries. His mouth finds your clit again and laps his tongue against it. He's relentless, and your legs are trembling. The pleasure is building, the flame licking through your veins.

"m close, Star,"

He doesn't stop or voice any cheeky comments he would typically make. He just pumps his fingers faster and sucks and lavishes his tongue harder against your cunt. You feel your body tightening, and you grab for anything to hold on to; one hand is still in Astarion's hair, but your other hand grabs his shoulder, digging your nails into his flesh. Astarion scrapes his fangs playfully against your clit, and that's all you need to fall apart.

You're moaning and screaming his name and mumbling incoherent praises into the air. Black spots seem to cloud over your vision, and all your muscles tighten at once. Astarion drags you through your orgasm, slowing his fingers and moving to soft kitten licks. It takes you a moment to return to yourself, and you are out of breath and covered in sweat. Looking down, you see Astarion. He's staring at you, licking his lips, collecting every drop of you. His face is full of affection and untenable arousal.

"Am I forgiven?"

You surge forward and tackle him into an uncoordinated kiss. You maneuver him around until his back is against the headboard, and you are seated comfortably in his lap. Your tongue tangled with his, the tangy sweetness of your release mingling in the dance. Pulling back, you catch his lip tugging playfully.

"Hmm… I don't know," You smirk, grabbing his neglected cock and giving it a few languid strokes.

"Darling, please!" He begs, head falling back, exposing his neck to your greedy mouth.

You press your mouth to the hollow of his throat and suck until you're sure there will be a noticeable mark tomorrow. "I guess you have been such a good boy." Circling your thumb over his tip, you swipe his cock through your folds, coating him in your arousal.

"Yes, I've been so good." His voice chokes, and he clenches his jaw, desperately trying to seek more friction. Hells, he was so incredibly sexy like this.

"And I think a good boy deserves a reward. Wouldn't you agree, Star?" The rush you feel at his desperation, his neediness for you and only you, has your confidence surging.

"Yes! Please!"

You line him up with your hole and sit down painfully slow. Two groans of pleasure join together in the room as you seat yourself to the hilt. Astarion grabs your hips in a death grip, releasing an almost painful hiss through his teeth. For a moment, you don't move; feel the stretch and the completeness he gives you. Meeting his eyes, you place your hands on his shoulders and raise on your haunches. You pull up almost off him completely before lowering at the same brutally slow pace.

"Gods, you're so tight." Astarion groans, head falling against your arm.

He uses the grip on your hips to help set a steady pace that has both of you dissolve into a moaning, blubbering mess. You clench around him and run your hand up his neck to the back of his head, pulling him to your chest. Astarion is quick to resume lavishing your breast with messy kisses, surely littering you with bites and bruises that will linger for days to come.

You would have loved to drag this out. Punish Astarion for hours until he was nothing but a mumbling, blushing pussy-drunk mess. But you were growing impatient, and the delicious feeling of Astarion's cock filling you was clouding your more devious thoughts. Grinding your hips down hard onto his cock had Astarion gasping into your chest.

You cupped his jaw and captured his mouth before whispering seductively into his ear. "You've been forgiven. Now I want you to fuck me hard."

A deep groan rumbled through Astarion's chest, and he did just that. You're suddenly on your back, and his tongue is in your mouth. The slow pace was thrown out the window to a brutal pounding that tore the breath from your lungs.

"A-astarion, fuck” You roll your hips to match his pace.

You're not going to last much longer; you don't think you've ever been more aroused, and seeing how pent-up Astarion is, having been teased along for too long. You know he's just as close. You grab his hand and pull it down your body to where you want it most. He grunts huskily in your ear and rubs harshly at your bundle of nerves. Throwing one of your legs over Astarion's hip, you adjust your body, and his thrusts find a new angle that presses against that beautiful spot inside of you.

Astarion’s other hand, can’t seem to stay still, moving up and down your body, trying to pay equal attention to all of your soft skin. He’s squeezing your hip, tickling your side, cupping your breast, and moving back down to repeat all over again. He’s peppering kisses over your forehead and cheeks, biting your kiss-swollen lips, running his nose along yours. It’s overwhelming and not enough, but it is always with him. Astarion moves to your neck and sucks at his favorite spot, the place he feeds most frequently from, silently begging for a taste.

"Mhm," you nod, words no longer forming on your tongue.

Astarion's fangs pierce your skin, and the familiar icy cold floods your veins. You cry out as he greedily drinks from your body. Your blood seems to turn Astarion feral. He grabs your other leg to join the other in a link behind his back. Astarion grinds you into the mattress, brutally pumping in and out of you. All your body can do is wrap your arms around his neck, smoothing your hands over his body, and hold on. The only sounds that echo in the darkroom are the slick, obscene sounds of skin sliding against skin and needy moans and desperate whimpers.

You can't tell if you're lightheaded because of the pleasure Astarion is giving you or the blood that he's consuming from your neck. It's probably both, but right now, you only care that he keeps going because that lovely burning heat is returning and boiling in your stomach.

"I'm so close," you whimper.

This has Astarion finally pulling away from your neck. He looks deeply into your eyes, his pace never faltering. There's a trickle of your blood running down his chin, and you reach up to catch it. You push your thumb into his mouth, and without breaking your gaze, Astarion licks it clean. He grabs your hand and laces his fingers with yours above your head. His hand somehow seems to move faster against your clit, and you are moments away from coming undone. On the ledge but seemingly hanging by your fingertips.

"S-so am I, darling." He manages to stutter out, and you pull him down for a kiss. It is desperate and needy, and the taste of your blood, sharp and metallic, mingles with his spit. "Come for me, love; let me feel you."

Those words, always commanded with such affection, had an immediate effect. You clench around him like a vice, mouth falling open in a silent gasp. You sigh his name into his mouth and cup his face with your spare hand as if the moment you come down from this high Astarion might no longer be real.

Astarion's pace falters, and he clumsily thrusts. Once, twice, three more times before burying deep into your cunt and coming hard with a deep groan. While you're still amid your ecstasy, you are still mesmerized by Astarion coming undone before you. The way his jaw clicks shut and he squeezes his eyes closed. The tightening of his hand on your body, gripping hard enough to bruise, not that you minded. The stuttering minute juts of his hips as he rides out the last of his orgasm. And finally, watching Astarion's body turn to jelly, bones and muscles collapsing under his weight as he falls onto you, head finding your chest.

You run your hand through his curls, scratching his scalp. Astarion purrs softly and kisses your chest, running delicate fingers up your side. He catches your hand and brings it to his lips to kiss the inside of your wrist.

Astarion rolls off of you and moves from the bed. You whine at the loss of fullness but make no other protest. A tiredness has settled deep in your bones; you don't think you could move if you wanted to.

Thankfully, Astarion was quick to return. In his hands was a cup of water and a wet cloth. Smiling softly, you take the glass from him and take a long gulp. Handing it back, he places it on the nightstand and rejoins you in bed. Astarion delicately cleans you off, kissing your neck when you wince from oversensitivity. After that was taken care of, he discards the used cloth and pulls you to his chest, kissing the crown of your head and tightening his hold on you. You hum softly and nuzzle into his chest.

"I am sorry," he says, fingertips drawing nonsense patterns on your back. You glance up to meet his gaze, and he pushes some of your hair out of your eyes. "I'm truly sorry I hurt you, my love. I didn't mean to."

You give him a tender smile, "Thank you, Star," you kiss the chest just above his heart and whisper, lips brushing against his skin. "I love you."

"And I love you."

Next Day: You giggle over your glass of juice, watching a very disgruntled Astarion from across the room. His shoulders were tense, and his eyes were sharp. His bare forearms crossed over his chest. He was slouched down in his chair, looking like he would rather be anywhere else than in his current situation.

Gale was sitting in front of the vampire, a dusty tome placed on the table between him. You could barely hear the wizard's words as he vainly tried to teach Astarion a simple silencing spell. Gale was trying to help, given the very vocal display Astarion gave last night. And you couldn’t be more pleased at Astarion’s predicament.

Astarion's ears twitch and his head snap in your direction to give you a pointed glare. He's only given more of your laughter in response.

Fine I'll admit it, I like a needy Astarion, sue me. But you got to agree that drunk Astarion would be a fucking menace.

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passionate as sin — ethan landry

word count: 2.6k

pairing: camp counselor!ethan landry x camp counselor!fem!reader

summary: ethan and y/n find out that kissing is more passionate when hatred is involved and fraternising is considered a sin.

warnings: none!

The rivalry between Garden Gate Camp and Holiday House Camp was something exciting for the campers and dreading for the owners. Y/N's family camp had existed for way too long, due to it being a family legacy. And then, just a few short years ago, the Landrys appeared in the picture to make their lives a mess by setting their camp right next to theirs. While the newest one was more advanced and modern, the other one was cozier and homier.

To summerise it, the business competition created hatred and enmity between these two families, especially between the dads—although Y/N and Ethan came in close second.

The two teenagers have spent their summers arguing and pulling pranks on each other ever since they met. One would think that now, being 20-year-olds, they would've grown out of a prank war that started when they were 15.

"Nice shirt! Your dad will love it." the curly-haired boy laughed once Y/N stepped out of the dressing room.

"You're a pervert, I was showering!" Y/N hit him with her wet towel, causing him to whimper in pain.

The boy had sneaked into the dressing room and changed her Garden Gate Camp counselor t-shirt for a Holiday House Camp one. "Don't worry, I made sure to hear the water running before I got in. Let me take a pic, this will be good for our socials."

"You put your phone near my face and I'll make you swallow it." Y/N said between gritted teeth.

"Fine, fine." he put his phone back on his pocket. "You look good in that shirt."

"You could've at least given me the right size." she groaned as she tried to fix the shirt that barely reached her belly button and was tight as leather. "I don't think I can get out of it. For real."

"I'll gladly help you with that." Ethan smirked, which motivated her to hit him with the heavy towel again. "Ouch! Y/N, it's a wet towel, it fucking hurts."

"That's why I'm hitting you with it, Einstein!"

"Whatever." Ethan said rubbing his arm. "There's a party tonight, at my camp. You and your friend are invited."

Y/N frowned. "First of all, why the hell are you inviting me? Second, I'd rather die than get caught at your stupid party."

"I'm not inviting you because I want to." he scoffed, as if the implication of wanting her there was ridiculous. "My friend, Anika, is interested in your friend Mindy and she asked me to invite her. I assume she wouldn't like going alone, so you can go too, I guess."

"So thoughtful." she rolled her eyes. "No promises."

"So you won't go?" Ethan asked.

Y/N's shoulders slumped. "I guess I will, but just because Mindy is interested in her too."

"Awesome." the boy said with fake enthusiasm. "Party starts at midnight."

"Can't wait." she showed him her fakest smile.

"By the way, I wasn't lying. You really do look good in that shirt." he said before leaving.

Y/N walked away, cheeks on fire. He was an irritating, infuriating, exhasperating asshole. But he was also hotter than hell, which made him even more annoying because she couldn't help but feel heated by his words.

Y/N and Mindy managed to sneak in through the fence that separated both camps. The owner's daughter still couldn't comprehend why it had been necessary for the Landrys to set a camp just right next to another one. But oh well, it was what it was.

"There they are." Y/N tilted her head towards Anika and Ethan, who were doing their job as counselors in one corner.

"Hey, thanks for doing this." Mindy said as they made their way to them.

“Of course, Minds. I know how much you like her.”

“I was hoping you’d change your mind.” Ethan spoke with an exaggerated tone of disappointment when the girls reached them.

“And pass the opportunity to annoy you in your own territory? No way.” Y/N flashed him a venomous smile before turning to Anika. “Hey, Ani. Nice to see you.”

“Nice to see you too, Y/N/N” she smiled sweetly. Despite the rivalry Y/N had with her friend, she had always been super kind to Anika. “Want to dance, Minds?”

“Sure.” Mindy looked at Y/N, silently asking her if she was okay with it. Y/N sent her a subtle nod, and both girls got lost amongst the campers.

“They’re cute together.” Y/N said.

“They are.” Ethan agreed. He passed her a can of beer, which she thanked with a nod.

“You know, it took two people’s help to get me out of that shirt.”

“And sadly, I wasn’t one of them.” he made a clicking sound with his tongue while shaking his head.

“That’s the second time you mention wanting to get my shirt off me. Are you that desperate?” Y/N smirked, taking a sip of her drink.

Ethan eyed the way her throat moved as she swallowed “And you blush every time I mention it. Are you that desperate?” he mirrored her smirk and took a sip of his beer too. His lips were glistening, soaked by the drink, and for a moment the sight left Y/N in a trance.

She hadn’t noticed how tempting his lips were. They were round and full, and she got the sudden urge to trace them with her finger and feel how soft they were. Y/N looked up and their eyes met. Ethan had caught her eyeing his lips, but he didn’t look smug like she would’ve expected. Instead, he held her stare with intensity and she noticed them turn darker.

The air instantly got thick, their skins turned hot and breaths turned uneven. Their bodies stiffened, feeling their hearts accelerating and a swarm of electricity ran from the top of their heads right to the tip of their toes.

Their magnetic field grew stronger with the passing of seconds, until the mood was broken when something bumped against Y/N’s shoulder, making her fall into Ethan’s side.

“Shit, sorry. Tripped over my own feet.” the guy apologised. He was tall, though not as tall as Ethan. He had short dark brown hair that fell to the sides of his face like a curtain, and an amazing bone structure. He was handsome and Y/N wondered why that camp was filled with such good-looking people.

“It’s okay.” Y/N smiled weakly. She didn’t know if she should be glad or mad that the moment was ruined.

“I’m James, camp counselor.” the guy presented himself. He inspected her face carefully. “Wait, aren’t you Y/N? From Garden Gate?”

“Yup, if you tell anyone you saw me here, I’ll kill you.”

The boy laughed. It was deep and rough, extremely attractive. “My lips are sealed. But I’ll be extra careful if you accept dancing with me.”

Y/N could feel Ethan’s eyes on the side of her face, expectant to hear her answer. James was gorgeous, and in other circumstances she wouldn’t have hesitated, but right now she wasn’t dying to dance with him. On the other hand, if she stayed with Ethan, she’d have to acknowledge the strange moment that happened between them.

“Just for a bit, I’m not much for dancing.” she finally said. And when she felt Ethan’s stare on her back as she walked away with James, part of her regretted her decision.

“What the fuck was that?” Ethan asked, leaning against the wall next to the doorframe, when Y/N exited the bathroom. She had excused herself from the dance floor, leaving James alone, and Ethan took his opportunity to get the irrational anger off his chest.

“You’ll have to be more specific, Landry.”

“You, dancing with James. Didn’t your father teach you not to fraternise with the enemy?” his jaw was clenched and his body burning with rage.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Anika is also fraternising with the enemy, yet I don’t see you mad over that.”

She had a point. Truth was, he had wanted to punch James so badly when he saw his hands gripping Y/N’s waist and the way she was smiling up at him as she swayed her hips in such an hypnotic way. Ethan didn’t know what was going on with him, but he knew that he and Y/N had an undeniable chemistry. And he wanted to dive into it.

“You’re right.” Ethan said after a few seconds.

“Great. Can you move?” Y/N asked, as his tall frame was blocking the door.

He didn’t budge. “You’re not going back to him.” Ethan stated calmly.

Y/N scoffed. “Why do you care if I go back to him or not?”

Ethan took a step closer, leaving them chest to chest. Y/N had to tilt her head up to look at him properly. Her confused eyes made contact with his darkened ones. The kind of dark that made Y/N’s insides melt. She set her hands on his hard chest, while his found her hips.

None of them knew who got rid of the distance, nor did they care. The only thing that mattered was that their lips were pressed together in one heated, breathtaking and passionate kiss.

They kissed like they were liberating the tension they had been accumulating through the years, like they were letting out the anger that every prank, insult, glare and hurtful comment had made them feel. They kissed like it was something they had been wanting to do for a long time and never realized—or never wanted to realize.

“Hate you so much.” Y/N slurred between kisses as she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him inside the bathroom, pining him to the now closed door. “You’re so good at this. I hate you.”

“I hate you more. Seeing you with someone else makes me furious, and I hate you for that.” he descended his kisses to her neck, collarbone and shoulders. Those kisses were softer and slower, as if he just wanted to feel her skin with his lips.

“I hate that your lips are soft and that I’m already addicted to them.” she said as she played with the hair on the nape of his neck.

“I hate how many times I’ve dreamt about this, and I hate even more that this is better than anything I’ve ever imagined.” he lifted her up and set her on the counter.

Y/N’s hands gripped his shoulders and pulled him even closer. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, it makes me so mad.”

“Tell me about it. Just my luck, the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen is also the bane of my existence.” he squeezed the back of her neck.

“Good thing we found something to help us release our anger.” she bit his lip so hard that it drew blood.

“Asshole.” he cursed. Then, an idea passed through his mind and a grin appeared. Before Y/N could address the weird reaction, Ethan attacked her neck making her squirm.

“Ethan, what the fuck!”

“Have fun explaining that to your father, sweetheart.” he smiled devilishly. Stepping back, after giving her one more short kiss, he opened the bathroom door. “See you tomorrow.”

“This changes nothing, prank war is still on.” she said with a glare.

How he loved when she got all angry with him. “Wouldn’t have it any other way. But it does change things, we can still have our little rivalry, hate each other, but I’m the only one who gets to kiss those pretty lips, understood?”

“I don’t know.” she scrunched her nose and gave him teasing eyes. “I’m kinda curious to know how James kisses.”

“You can try, but we both know you’ll came back to me.”

Y/N was sure that was true, but she wasn’t going to admit that. “Oh, yeah? Why so confident?”

“Because our chemistry is unmatched. And because I know that if you truly wanted to know how James kisses, you would’ve already made a move. You always go for what you want.”

The fact that he knew her so well made Y/N’s heart go crazy. “Meet me tomorrow at the fence after 8pm?”

Ethan shook his head, and Y/N hid her disappointment. But then, he went and made her cheeks flush when he said, “That’s seems like eternity, need to see you earlier than that. Before breakfast? At the fence.”

Y/N tried not to smile. “Okay.”

Ethan couldn’t help himself, and walked towards her again to kiss her once more. Just one kiss and they were both turned into fools. “You look beautiful tonight, by the way.”

The thing that started between them was like a sin. Their parents would never approve, but that’s what made it so passionate and exciting.

#ethan landry #ethan landry fluff #ethan landry fic #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry scream #ethan landry x you #ethan landry oneshot #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry smut #ethan landry fanfiction #jack champion x reader #jack champion x y/n #jack champion oneshot #jack champion imagine #jack champion fluff #jack champion #jack champion fanfic

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Mating season day 3

Neteyam x fem!metkayina reader

Part two of this

Content: MDNI, 18+, all characters are aged up, pussy spanking, overstimulation, dom Neteyam, sub reader, fingering, squirting

A/N: Part two of yesterday’s prompt is here! I loved writing this piece. I hope you all enjoy reading it🤎

Adult Neteyam pic by the lovely @cinetrix

Yawne: beloved

Tweng: loincloth

Neteyam angrily walked deeper into the dense jungle, braids swinging with every step. He spanked my ass before giving it a soft bite. “Such a fucking dirty girl.” Neteyam hissed as he set me down on the floor. I couldn’t hold myself up due to the rough pounding Aonung had given me earlier, sinking down on my knees.

Neteyam looked down at me with an intense glare that screamed dominance. He kneeled down before me, never once breaking eye contact. “You’re about to receive the biggest punishment ever, yawne. Such a bad girl for letting Aonung fuck you, making you squirt, taking what’s mine.” He spoke with venom.

“Neteyam please, I'm sorry.” I softly mewled, not in a fully conscious state yet. “You will be sorry, my girl. What kind of mate would I be if I let you go unpunished hmm? Come on, you’re getting a spanking first.” He hissed, making bit clear that it was not up for discussion. He sat down against one of the trees, patting his lap invitingly.

I softly whined in response but didn’t dare to disobey him. I rolled over on my stomach, crawling over his lap so that my ass would be in his peripheral vision.

Neteyam chuckled darkly as he ran his hand over my ass, giving it a firm squeeze. “I’m spanking you somewhere else, my girl. "Turn around.” He hissed as he helped me turn around before sitting me on his lap with my back resting against his chest, thighs over either side of his.

His hands cupped my breasts, giving them a soft massage before running down my stomach, slowly sliding lower. My body shook when he suddenly gave my clit a hard spank. “Teyam!” I mewled as I squirmed against him.

“Shut it, yawne. Little sluts deserve their pussy’s to be spanked.” He hissed in my ear. He spread my swollen lips to give him easier access to my clit as he kept rhythmically spanking my clit. I whined from both pain and pleasure.

“Look at that pussy dripping for me. Such a slut. But your my slut, aren’t you yawne?” Neteyam whispered in my ear.” I couldn’t get any words out feeling so fucked out from him overstimulating my poor abused clit. “I asked you something, my slut.” Neteyam hissed in my ear while pinching my clit.

I mewled softly as I squirmed in his lap. “Y-yes, I’m your slut Neteyam.” Neteyam hummed, going back to spanking my clit. My eyes rolled to the back of my head when he slipped two fingers in my pussy, curling them up and bullying my sweet spot.

The fingering combined with the merciless spanking of my clit, proved to be too much for me as I came hard, drenching his fingers with my slick. Just when I thought he would give me a break he increased the pace of his fingers, never stopping his assault on my clit.

“Teyammm, please. "Can't take it.” Neteyam kept tapping on my clit, forcing more cum out of me. My sweetness squirted out like a fountain.

“Take it. Take everything I give you, yawne. You wanted my cock, didn’t you? Well you’re gonna get it. All. Night. Long." He hissed in my ear. He had managed to get his hard and leaking cock out of his tweng, rubbing it between my pussy lips.

This night was not over by long…

Taglist: @neteyamswillow @neteyamssyulang @faith2155 @rivatar @sullybrothersmate @neteyam-444 @bluealiensimp

#avatarmatingseason #neteyam x female reader #neteyam x f!reader #neteyam x reader smut #neteyam smut #neteyam #neteyam x reader #atwow #avatar the way of water

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ingeniousvemon · 5 months

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(some recent pics Tom hardy uploaded while on set for venom 3, first one is with his stunt double)

Does Eddie end up visiting the hot springs? !!👀 What do y'all think the context is with these pics?

#venom #veddie #venom 2 #boredom #venom let there be carnage #venom 2018 #venom 3 #venom gif #venom movie #venom marvel #eddie brock

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thatsgoodsquishy0 · 6 months

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Pairing: F!Reader x Ranger!Sam Coe Rating: M+ Bio: Set during Sam’s younger years working as a Freestar Ranger alongside his wife, Lillian Hart. Whether circumstance, or impossible luck, you're given a second chance at life, ultimately growing close to The Coes. You take a shine to Cora, but the family dynamic is something else entirely, albeit a little overwhelming, as you realize the toll Lillian's absence has taken on the family, but more specifically, her husband. Sam Coe is witty, charming, and ambitious; a man who knows what he wants and stops at nothing to reach his goals, but when his wife seems to prioritize her career over her family, it's hard not to notice the strain growing inside him. Your friendship may be just the support Sam needs, even if the temptations for something more linger, and when your past threatens your future, where will your morals lie? Will you end up back where you started? Chemistry is a cruel mistress

cross-posted to AO3 credit to @seracoe for the lovely Ranger Sam pic & @cafekitsune for the divider & @fangbangerghoul and @bearlytolerant for their unwavering support and feedback. thank you so much!! <3

i. BOUND

Your wrists were bound behind your back. Scratchy twine rubbed against your skin as you wiggled your hands. Alarms blared overhead. Your head rolled as your vision bobbed. Your knees were sore. You remembered the cruelty of your captor’s instructions to never sit or lay down; you could only kneel. Through the slits of your eyes you barely registered the urgency amongst the crew as they bounced around the cockpit, like bugs inside a terrarium.

“Fuck! Fuck! They’re headed towards —- !” a bloodied scream, cracks of gunfire, liquid gurgles over the intercom.

“They just wasted Fredericks!”

“How the fuck did they find us?!”

The rope chaffed against your wrists; a sick reminder that escape was futile.

You looked to your left. Your eyes shot wide and a deep, guttural scream left your throat as you met the endless stare of a dead woman. In refuge, you looked to your right. Another dead one greeted you just as forcibly. You flinched, averted your eyes, but in the darkness behind your eyelids the horror remained; splashes of red staining her hair, the ghostly whites of her eyes, mouth frozen in a permanent scream, the ugly circle in the middle of her forehead.

The kidnapper’s rampant states evolved to a frenzy as they darted their desperation towards you, like a missile locking onto a target. Shots continued past your range of sight, but you heard them; muffled and close.

One of the kidnapper's charged towards you, gun in hand.

Your mind in fragments, you tried your best to stand before they could reach you, but the kneeling rendering your knees useless. You fell forward, sharp pains stabbing your kneecaps as you fumbled up again. A woman delivered a shift kick to your stomach. You groaned and toppled back, your trapped wrists splashing against the puddle of wet blood.

“You did this, didn’t you?! ” the woman bellowed. “Who’d you send for?! Huh?!” She grabbed a fistful of your hair, locking her venomous glare against your quivering lips as you chased an answer on your tongue.

She yanked harder. “Answer me, you fucking rat!”

You opened your mouth and willed yourself to speak, but the words abandoned you. Tears pooled in your eyes.

Fed up with your sloppiness, the woman growled and released her grip. You stumbled back, falling on your side as you caught yourself from landing on your wrists, hair dipping into the red liquid. She cocked her gun. You squeezed your eyes shut. Sweat beaded atop your forehead, its saltiness mixing with the metallic stench of your hair as the tarnished concoction trickled down your face like runny hair dye. You felt the bloodied strands of hair gently brushed aside, making way for the cold barrel as it pushed into your forehead. You thought you heard the trigger click in anticipation. Your heartbeat convulsed inside your chest.

Then — a hatch opened. Two gun blasts. Bam! Bam!

The gun clattered against the floor, followed by a thud!

You popped open your eyes. The woman’s lifeless body lie face down beside your shoes, her brown rats nest a bloodied mess as crimson fluids leaked from her head across the floor. Your breathing blew out in bursts, in and out. Violent gulps of air choked your throat and stung your chest as you struggled frantically to break free from the restraints while hastily hauling yourself to a corner. Your stomach churned as you worked your wrists, the grip seeming to shrink tighter, down to the bone with every pull. The alarm sang like a sick cheer for your escape as you thrashed your wrists against the floor, screaming, wailing, fighting for absolution.

You curled into a fetal position, the pain from the kick resigning in your stomach as you felt your will crumble into hopelessness, like the last survivor on a sinking ship.

There was no direction for your gaze as you shut your eyes.

“Hey – hey -- stay with me now.”

Beneath your trembling, that anxious voice reached you, as if it were coaxing you along a bridge across treacherous waters.

Your mouth fell open, bottom lip shaking as any formation of a sentence betrayed you. You mustered a weak gasp as a man approached. His face was rugged, but determined as he peered down upon you, upon your sanguine soaked forehead. He sported a cowboy hat that seemed to provide a shadow against his face. His brows were thick and furrowed together as his hands attempted to reach the sides of your face. You suspended your gaze and tucked your body away from the room. Away from him.

“Ain’t gonna hurtcha!” he remarked, his voice silent amid the screaming buzzer. “Just wanna make sure y’ain’t bleedin’ a ton!”

Your throat was drier than a vase of forgotten flowers; tongue just as tied as the wrists behind your back — a spot the man captured quickly as he assessed your predicament. You heard the flick of a pocketknife and quickly looked up. A woman stepped into the room. She lowered her gun, but kept her finger above the trigger. A golden glint on her chest caught your eye. Your stomach dropped. Police?

Suddenly, you feared for your life again.

“Sam, don’t untie her just yet! We have no idea which side she’s on!”

“Pretty clear to me which side!”

“It could be a trap!” The woman stepped closer, her gaze fidgeting around the room as they hollered against the ringing. “This could be their ploy!”

“She’s banged up pretty bad, Lillian, and she can’t use her hands. Clearly, she couldn’t grab a weapon even if she tried!”

“I just don’t know about this, Sam!”

“You took a chance on a reckless kid once, and despite how you found him, things turned out pretty damn fine!”

The woman located the gun closest to you and immediately kicked it across the room. The man continued to hold his unsheathed pocket knife. The blade gave a serrated smile.

“Just trust me, alright?!”

She took a sharp breath, a sigh, then removed her finger from the trigger as she lowered the gun all the way. “Alright! Fine! We’ll take her back with us, get her all patched up, then ask her some questions! See what she knows!”

“Yes ma’am!” You caught a glimpse of a tiny smile swathed in success as the man leaned across your body and began to cut into the twine. Your hands trembled.

“Hold still!” he yelled, sawing through the restraints.

Your heart raced. What if the blade sliced through your skin by accident? You remained completely still, patient, until finally, the ropes snapped off.

You instinctively rubbed the twisted indentations embedded in your skin. Despite your hands being freed, you still couldn’t bring yourself to move, or speak. You gazed at your savior, the knife still in his grasp. He considered you with a tilt of his head, his eyes straight-lined with patience as he retracted the knife and slid it back into his pocket. The woman doubled-down on her stance, waiting for your next move. You exhaled, quick and shaky. The man offered his hand, but you didn’t take it, then he slowly crouched beside you, and urged you to stand up, his voice barely comprehensible over the squawking alarm.

You lifted yourself up, unintentionally pressing your hands into the blood of the dead. You withdrew your palms and swung your head around. Splatters of brain matter splashed against the wall and space-viewed windows. Your legs rocked from under you. Vehemently, your head shook in disbelief. You covered your hand atop your mouth and blinked away tears. Before you could look any further out of sheer morbidity, a pair of hands firmly gripped your shoulders and pulled your sight away. The man’s brows etched with concern. His stare linked to yours.

“Don’t look.”

In utter shock, both words swam through your eardrums in smooth, purposeful strokes. and you obeyed, keeping your eyes on him. Your muscles were weak, but appreciative, as you tried again to stand up. The man threw your arm carefully around his shoulder and the woman followed, a grunt passing from her lips as you adjusted to their rescue.

“Don’t make me regret this, okay?” She muttered close to your ear as you exited the cockpit hatch.

Blood rushed from the crown of your head down to the tips of your toes. Each blare of the alarm mimicked the pounding in your head, like thousands of birds squawking as they pecked your ears raw.

You whined as you passed under one of the sirens.

The man yelled something, but his voice remained unintelligible, however, you thought maybe he was reassuring you. You lifted your head and peered to your right – the woman focused forward, aware of the next steps as you moved further down the ship. The man adjusted his hold on you, and you caught the faintest scent of cologne mixed with salt and blood. The pounding in your head grew louder, angrier, as they pulled you past their victims. The air smelt of tarnished pennies. The soles of your shoes dragged along the floor through puddles of red, leaving a evidence of a retreat behind as you exited the ship and entered another one.

You were ushered through a series of rooms, each one more scientific than the last, until your body was gently laid onto a cot. Exhaustion consumed you. You battled with your brain to keep your eyelids open as they slowly began to close; not for the sake of sleep, but for asylum against the ringing in your ears. You curled into a ball — the dead woman from the ship accompanying the darkness that began to swallow you.

“Get her a trauma pack.”

“Sam, we only got one left. Once we get to The Rock, Doc will look her over just fine.”

“Then, I’ll buy another one. Lillian, don’t fight me on this.”

There was a long pause, followed by the decrescendo of footsteps, then you heard the faint sound of an object being placed beside you. After a few minutes you heard voices, but the words were too distant to hear or understand, however the tones were defiant, combative. One of them raised their voice, but you couldn’t tell who. Then, they stopped.

Finally, as your body lulled against the rolling ship through space, your heartbeat steadied. Boots softly thudded into your room as you lay on your side, your face against the cool of the ship’s wall.

“I, um – I don’t know if you can hear me, but there's medicine next to ya, if you need it. I’ll be out on the nav-floor if you need anythin’.” He cleared his throat. “Alright then.”

You were grateful, even if tonight stole the words right out of your blood soaked mouth, you saved. Saved from death, from a fate worse than death, from something you’d never experience again, because you had an idea how you ended up here in the place.

Despite this, you tapped the inner recesses of your mind searching for something, anything, hinting whether or not this was a stroke of luck or if someone knew you would be on the spaceship and called for help.

Was this all part of Anton’s plan?

A sudden warmth encompassed you. You set those worries aside and reached your hands forward feeling a softness draped over you. The fabric blanketed your body as you allowed yourself this moment of vulnerability. Anton didn’t exist right now.

You’d use the trauma pack later. You were in need of a shower, too. You scrunched your face, the blossoms of your cheeks popping as you listened to the sickening way the dried blood cracked. Shudders flowed through your warming body. You pushed your appearance aside, craving the nurturing arms of slumber; at least for a little while.

You pulled the blanket closer until it covered the tip of your chin. You licked the dryness off your lips, careful not to lick off any blood that had slid its way down. You parted them, releasing a low breath, a safe breath, as the blanket melted into your body.

You weren’t sure if the man was still there, or if your voice would even reach him, but you knew the second those words left your parched throat, you’d never forget this day, or this man’s unabridged kindness.

In the dark of the spaceship, as the hum of the grave drive soothed your weary muscles and the pillow held your blood soaked head, you sleepily whispered, “Thank you.”

#I hope you enjoy it if you take a gander <3 #i'm having a lot of fun with this with this fic #starfield fanfiction #can you believe this started out as a silly little au #coemancer #sam coe x reader #reader x sam Coe

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‘The Life Of Chuck’: Chiwetel Ejiofor, Karen Gillan & Jacob Tremblay Join Stephen King Adaptation From Mike Flanagan And Trevor Macy’s Intrepid Pictures

Chiwetel Ejiofor (Rob Peace), Karen Gillan (Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3) and Jacob Tremblay (The Toxic Avenger) have joined the cast of The Life of Chuck, the latest of many Stephen King adaptations from filmmaker Mike Flanagan (Doctor Sleep), which kicked off production in Alabama under an interim agreement earlier this month. Tom Hiddleston and Mark Hamill lead the ensemble of the pic, written and directed by Flanagan, as we were first to tell you.

Also now involved is QWGmire, the production and financing entity known for the indie horror Agnes and the forthcoming Lovely, Dark and Deep, which has made a major equity investment in the independently financed feature.

Stated QWGmire partners Molly C. Quinn, Matthew M. Welty and Elan Gale, “We are thrilled to partner with Mike and Trevor [Macy] on this project. Mike is a master storyteller and we can’t wait to bring his inspirational adaptation of Stephen King’s short story to audiences.”

Based on three interconnected stories from King’s 2020 anthology If It Bleeds, The Life of Chuck examines the existence of its subject Charles Krantz in reverse, beginning with his death aged 39 from a brain tumor and ending with his childhood in a house believed to be haunted. Flanagan is set to produce the feature adaptation alongside his long-time Intrepid Pictures partner, Macy. WME Independent is repping domestic sales, with FilmNation Entertainment overseeing the international front.

Best known for his Academy Award-nominated role in 12 Years a Slave, Ejiofor’s recent credits include the Showtime sci-fi drama series The Man Who Fell to Earth, Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness, and the Sundance-opening sci-fi rom-com The Pod Generation with Emilia Clarke. Starring alongside Camila Cabello, Michael Kelly and more in Rob Peace, his sophomore feature on the heels of The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind, he’ll also soon be seen in Netflix’s The Old Guard 2 and a Venom threequel from Sony.

Gillan over the summer closed out her run as Guardians of the Galaxy‘s Nebula in the James Gunn-helmed Vol. 3, which grossed over $845M worldwide. Other recent credits for the actress include The Guardians of the Galaxy Holiday Special, Thor: Love and Thunder and the Mali Elfman-helmed indie genre-bender Next Exit. She’ll next be seen in the Lisa Steen comedy Late Bloomers, which world premiered at SXSW earlier this year, and also stars up opposite Russell Crowe in the forthcoming crime thriller Sleeping Dogs.

#the life of chuck #tom hiddleston #mark hamill #chiwetel ejiofor #karen gillan #jacob tremblay #mike flanagan #casting

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doomed-jester · 6 months

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Fun detail I noticed while playing Spider-Man 2: when you activate Peter's symbiote surge ability (analogous to the rage ability of Shattered Dimensions' Ultimate Spider-Man) his black suit takes on a subtly different appearance, more closely resembling Venom.

Notice the texture of the suit (fleshier and more veiny), the lack of white chevron on the wrist and wider set spider emblem that goes OVER the shoulder when surge is activated.

Also the surge mode suit is erroneously labeled as Spider-Punk in the photo mode. Anyway here's some silly pics of the black suit.

#Spider-Man #marvel #marvel's spider man #spider man ps4 #spiderman #spider man #insomniac games #insomniac spider man #Spider-Man 2 #spider man 2 spoilers #symbiote #venom

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chknbzkt · 8 months

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Two exciting entries I did for this week’s DCA Palooza (hosted by @/venomous-qwille)

Rambling paragraphs under the cut:

Damn I’m finally at a place in my art skills to portray these guys in a way I like, took me a bit to find my feet but I’m thrilled to announce there’s gonna be a lot more visually exploration for Strange Tides in the future. It’ll take time, there’s many many other things I wanna illustrate but we’ll get there!

The other pic was done on a whim, but I’ve noticed nobody really seems to use the concept of a supermoon for Moony too much, at least that I’ve seen. Welp I set out to fix that last night. I’ve been intrigued by a Moon that’s all-in-one, whose body and personality changes with the many phenomena of the actual moon.

Is it magic? Probably. Is he made that way? Also probably, definitely remnant bullshit goin on there. Just know that some phases are a lot less stable/safe than others.

#bzkt barf #dca palooza #strange tides au #dca fandom #weekly magma #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #fnaf monty #art #artistsontumblr

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tciddaemina · 1 year

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a mermay collection is in the making over at @chershare‘s server. putting this up pre-emptively so that i can url up the pics and prompts. anybody seeing this from outside the server absolutely feel free to use these prompts as well or to submit to the collection. heads up that the prompts don’t follow a strict week by week, but rather are in eight day sets, just to make more rounded numbers.

you can find the collection at ABYSSAL_ZONE on ao3. once again, please feel free to use and submit to the collection 🦑🦑💜

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ABYSSAL_ZONE. Deep Ocean Lo-Fi Beats to Read Fic To (aka a mermay collection by cher shares discord server). [Banner with a background of light filtering through murky water with suspended particulate]

May 1 - May 8. Sun-gold sands, I'll play with these. Tide. Coral. Sunlight. Venom. Gravity. Enchant. Secret. Euphoria. [First set of prompts, background of sunlight rippling through shallow ocean waters onto sand]

May 9 - May 17. Here on the edge of silence, half-afraid. Storm. Dignity. Twilight. Lantern. Stranger. Majestic. Siren. Scales. [Second set of prompts, background of sunlight rippling through deep ocean waves]

May 18 - May 26. I brought to you a dream. Scavenger. Innocence. Midnight. Healing. Lost. Sailor. Song. Kindred. [Third set of prompts, background of a deep ocean floor with sediment covering rocks]

May 27 - May 31. And there are those for whom we weep. Hunger. Abyss. Leviathan. Isolation. Affection. Unnatural. Glow. Pride. [Fourth set of prompts, background of bioluminescent waves]

#my writing #mermay #prompt collection #abyssal_zone #deep ocean lofi beats to read fic to #mermaids #te talks

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axewchao · 1 year

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Been meaning to draw these two side-by-side ever since I redrew that pic of Kooky a while ago :3

Some differences are obvious: body types, hair care (or lack thereof), scale/shell color, you get the idea. But I crave lists, and so lists I shall make, even if some of it is stuff you may know already >:3c

Ludwig

Prioritizes magic studies above everything else, and is the best user of the craft amongst the Koopalings as a result. Despite this, he can't use magic without a catalyst like his wand.

Very neurotic due to bad parenting, anything viewed as a social "mistake" will cause him to worry over it for days on end, his panic becoming more exaggerated the "worse" the event was.

Calls Bowser "Lord Bowser" instead of "King Dad" because of his aforementioned neuroticism. Same goes for the Koopalings minus Lemmy; he never addresses them as family to their faces, but refers to them as such when they're not in earshot.

Hatched with a bent tail. This is very common and can be corrected, but Ludwig actively chose not to.

Can set his hair on fire when enraged. No one knows why he can do this, not even him.

Kooky

Prefers to mess with technology over magic. He's competent in the craft, but not the best amongst his siblings. (The best turned out to be Cheatsy.)

Has no social skills or sense of personal space. He can and will get up in your face, grinning and giggling all the while. In fact, he's almost always smiling. To his family, it's much scarier when he isn't.

Calls his father "King Dad" because he biologically is King Koopa's son. His mother is one of several women that agreed to provide King Koopa with heirs to the throne, promptly leaving once the eggs were laid. Funnily enough, all the Koopa Kids took after their mothers in appearance. Kooky has no idea who his mother is and doesn't care.

It's unknown if his tail is broken or he simply hatched with a bent one like Lud did. If it is broken, Kooky hasn't done anything about it.

Sleep schedule? What's that? Who needs sleep when there is Science to be done?

Similarities

Both of them are highly motivated by curiosity. If they find something/someone that piques their interest, they'll want to know more about it and may come off as clingy towards people. If it's an interesting-sounding challenge or task, they'll try it just to see if they can.

Neither of them are the type to rush to violence, but once they do, it'll get... messy. Guaranteed to draw blood, at least.

Both of them enjoy classical music. For Lud, writing symphonic sheet music is a casual hobby, while Kooky is lulled to sleep by the sound of it. King Koopa regularly resorts to playing some when Kooky's been awake for more than 24 hours. Certainly works better than any sleep meds.

For Dalex fans, they're both drawn to the purple Koopa, but for different reasons. Ludwig likes (and later starts dating) Dal because he provides Lud with a sense of acceptance and comfort, and is patient when Lud's unofficial Prince duties keep them separated.

Kooky, on the other hand, is obsessed with Dal (and/or his cartoon counterpart Tusky Koopa) because of the latter's potent venom. Kooky desperately wants to get his claws on it, and chases Dal/Tusky around so much that it might as well be a Scooby-Doo style gag. Unlike Lud and Dal, there is no romance to be found between Kooky and Tusky. Hell, Tusky is terrified of the guy!

#Koopalings #Ludwig Von Koopa #Kooky Von Koopa #man remember when everyone was writing Kooky as Lud's split personality?#those were the days...#axewchaoscribbles

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earth90214 · 1 year

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Judging Spider-Man fans from their profile pictures

ditko peter - you know a lot of obscure spider-man lore, but you’re probably only interested in 616 peter. you aren’t caught up on anything spider-verse related, but by god are you going to reblog any cool looking panels

romita spidey - you’re either the nicest person in the world or the toxic spider-man fan twitter warned us about. you love seeing peter happy, but at the same time you kind of just want to squish him with the nearest blunt object.

ultimate spider-man - you only reference the ultimate universe, but can’t stand the ultimate spider-man show. you reblog, retweet, and repost any spider-man content you come across, more so than you actually post yourself

any spider-verse pic - you’re either standing neck-deep in spider-man lore or have never picked up a comic, no in-between. either way, you’re totally into picking your own canon rather than following the set multiverse

“pinterest profile” spidey - low exposure, lower pixel count. you’re much more of a casual fan and are too attached to your pfp to let it go (we’ve all been there). you’re probably a lurker rather than a poster, but you have the best tags when you reblog

superior spider-man - everywhere you go you see superior spidey references, even when you aren’t looking for them. you’ll interact with just about any spider-man media, but at the end of the day it all leads back to your blorbo

ben reilly - you like ben, so chances are you also like Mayday. You keep a numbered list of your favorite spider-man suits and have probably dabbled in every marvel moblie game thats ever dropped

kaine parker - i bet you’re a big fan of tom hardy’s venom and jason todd too, huh? you keep telling yourself you wont waste time reading comics without kaine in them, but your mutuals posting about them keeps drawing you in anyways

symbiote suit - you suggest spider-man 3 and kraven’s last hunt to everyone youre able to. you probably watch that one specific genre of edits thats filled with flashes and that super aggressive font.

mcfarlane spidey - you love wordy comics and switch pretty often between marvel and dc (specifically batman). you really like tiktok slideshows that show you the entire comic, but you also really like those family guy/random video combos too

#based off of interactions ive had on twitter tiktok and tumblr with other sm fans #comics #marvel #peter parker #spider-man #kaine parker #ben reilly #itsv #superior spider-man

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ok sure! I wouldn't mind seeing the chibis you've got so far that are in low resolution/blurry! :D I agree that it's such a shame these things ARE lost media at this point unless you invest hundreds of dollars buying all merch of them on ebay or something

alright so heres ABOUT what ive got. heres the image from the fight stick promo stuff that has a majority of the smaller quality ones. the issue is i have sources from so many desperate areas of the web its a bit hard to compile them all but heres my best attempt

this is where i first saw there was a full set of these things and got kinda obsessed. heres where to buy the few that are still in stock btw.

from there they did a lot of charms and pins with these designs, so its kinda easy to find them with this style of background out there. a few ive only seen in decent quality from this kind of thing. not like. amazing but a way better look at a few of em than the buttons.

from this website i managed to extract these images of a couple of them. which are really cute but so funny. the sol and ky are similarly cropped so i wont bother posting them. just silly to include. this site also has some other cool merch its neat to poke through. (particularly it has some images of the halloween merch which is SO cute)

joel also found this image and i have no clue where. but some decent looks at a few of em too.

anyways from THERE we finally get to the ones i ripped from the old website- heres about the best quality ive gotten out of any of these chibis besides teh 3 i have in full quality. (though theres a surprise i have) no i have no clue why the johnny is higher quality.

anyways . the only charms with saved pages were millia venom and axl. AND APPARENTLY JACKO? I JUST FOUND OUT . so bonus: heres jack-os full quality transparent chibi!

also on there are raven ky and leo but the only save of them were sold out so theyre cropped oddly, i have the images but . shrugs.

anyways if you ever want a certain characters xrd chibi, theres a good chance i know a pic of merch with the chibi on it for you to get a better look :-) YAY

and well i wish buying them on ebay was even an option. these for some reason barely EVER go up for sale from what i see. ive seen a few but only ever in the 80+ dollar range including shipping... cruel... they are so cute...

#anyways YAY #i never realized there was an extra page w just jacko on one of em ... so i have hers at least...#as;o checked every other archive of the page. alas.

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What if the yandere! Eckhart/ Regulus family was set in modern world? So both of these families are going to attend the met gala? Are they going to let y/n come too?

Eckhart! Y/N at the Met Gala.

Well yeah, people and media love y/n very much and she doesn't attend met gala and like SHE SLAYS EVERY TIME! Even if she is not wearing anything even mildly similar to the theme, people are going to somehow make it similar to the theme.

he moment the Eckhart family enters people are taking phtos and there deafening screams everywhere, then the Eckhart family members are told to take photos like sister-sister photos with Penelope and Yvonne, Father-daughter pics with the duke and brother-sister pics with Derrick and Reynold, etc.

And the moment the Regulus family enters people start shooing Callisto towards you and ask you both when is the wedding date, but he duke and the empress handles this pretty well. Both the families actually keep everyone away from you, so to give anyone more then 20 seconds to talk is very hard for her. None of them like to keep you out for too long and get you out before the after party, cause once you got so drunk, you actually kissed Cardi-B and Nicki Minaj and you ended up with both of their numbers on somewhere on your back and neck, yeah somehow........

Yeah once you actually wore your venom sleeping onesie, everyone definitely awwed when you and Callisto both wore similar onesie and Anna Wintour changed the theme from "heavenly bodies" to "warm sleepover" on the spot. Penelope always wear something matching with you, but she just looks so gorgeous and almost everyone person oogles at her, right behind you of course.

Derrick and the duke wears amazing suits all tailor-made with fur and has actually diamonds on them. Reynold actually comes on theme every year, believe it or not, he does. He is always wearing something stylish, cause I headcanon him as a model in the modern world and he also slays it every time.

And if you are not able to join sometime, like once when you broke your leg upon jumping from the top floor window cause you saw a feather at night and thought it was cockroach in the dark, they actually changed the dates to accommodate it to you. The empress and the second prince also wear gorgeous clothes, tailor made and custom for only them.

Met Gala is one of the time where her family sees y/n be diligent for once cause she cares about herself in front of media.

#Navi⌗writes⌗#death is the only ending for a villainess #manhwa x reader #villains are destined to die #yandere #tw yandere #yandere blog #callisto regulus #empress regulus #Eckhart! reader #penelope eckhart #derrick eckart #ditoeftv #Death is the only ending for the villainess X reader #yandere! death is the only ending of the villainess

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Hiya! My name is Starfi Puffytop [@starfipuffytop], and I use he/him pronouns!!

[pfp made by veluv_art on picrew]

ABOUT ME:

AFAB gender-non-conforming transman

bisexual + polyamorous

ADHD + OCD + Autism

My name comes from “The Legendary Starfy”, which was a nintendo ds game I played as a kid!! The main character is a little star prince who’s very clumsy and cute, which I relate to [not the prince part… unless someone wants to make me their prince..? jk… unless..?] so I picked that name for myself after I transitioned!!

I really love art and writing, nintendo video games, all board games, listening to music like 24/7, and nature journaling!!

I am a chronic insomniac so I am excruciatingly eepy aaaall the time, but I love a good snuggle in a cozy bed!!

I am currently exploring the furry community, trying to figure out if I’m into that!! I have absolutely no issue with furries, y’all are cool as fuck!! I am just still unsure if I like it/how I like it!! I am currently in the process of making my first fursona, so if anyone has any tips I’d love to hear!!

Special Interest: art [specifically character designing] + writing [specifically dialogue]

Current Hyperfixations: Animal Crossing New Horizons, Skyrim [especially Miraak and Hermaeus Mora, Sheogorath, Cicero, etc.], Puss in Boots The Last Wish, Pokemon Scarlet [especially Arven], Dungeon Meshi, Our Flag Means Death, Sundrop/Moondrop from FNAF, Fallout games [especially Charon from FO3, Arcade Gannon from FNV, Hancock from FO4, MacCready from FO4, Nick Valentine from FO4, Kellogg from FO4, etc.], Spider-Verse [especially The Spot/Johnathan Ohnn + Miguel O’Hara], The Arcana [especially Muriel, Valdemar, Julien, Asra, Vulgora, + Valerius], Madhouse Mike from Cryptid Crush, Eddie Brock/Venom, Ultron from Marvel, Nathan Summers from X-Men/Deadpool, Otto Octavius/Doc Ock from Spiderman, etc.

A brief description of what I look like for those that are curious [or if that’ll add to your experience with this blog]: 4’9”, very soft muscular pear shaped body type, slightly wavy ginger hair in a mullet of course, I wear big ole glasses with a funky pattern on the frames, I have a big round button nose, I’ve had top surgery so I don’t have titties anymore but I have nipples that I still have feeling in, I love to wear cozy clothes like sweaters and fuzzy socks, I don’t really like to wear lingerie but really cute panties is always a must, I have a few piercings on my ears and a septum piercing, I want to get lots of fun tattoos but I haven’t yet, I have very small hands [perfect for holding and stroking🩷], and I have a ton of freckles and moles all over my body!!

ABOUT MY BLOG:

This is an 18+ ONLY blog, so minors DNI!!

This blog is intentionally anonymous, so I will not be posting any irl pictures of myself or other personal information other than my name!! Please do not ask for any irl pics or info, or else you will be blocked!!

I wish to use this blog to explore my sexuality through primarily writing [with both fully original content as well as fanfic type of content], but I might eventually include some artwork!! I will be writing things that turn me on and that I fantasize about, but I am also interested in collaborating with people if they send me their prompt ideas!! I will only write things I am mutually into, so if I deny your request please don’t take it personally!!

I have been writing for years, both casually and professionally, but I am currently trying to mix up my style and improve my skills overall so please be patient with me if things aren’t going the way I intend at first!!

ABOUT MY SEXUALITY:

I am attracted to ALL genders/non-genders, both sexually and romantically!! I am polyamorous, but I am not interested in engaging in serious relationships through this blog!! I already have partners irl, so I am simply here to flirt and be slutty on the internet!! I welcome engagement with my content, but I have the right to set boundaries and block people if I feel uncomfortable with anything!!

TURN ONS: bondage, size difference, age gaps, being dominated, praise, rough play, [in very specific and safely set up situations] CNC, creampies [but NOT true impregnation], edging, overstimulation, use of toys, soft pain [bruises, light slapping/spanking, hair pulling, etc. cuz I am a big baby lol], crying kink, biting/marking, cuckholding, voyeurism/exhibitionism, sounding [obv not receiving cuz I have a boycunt, but watching it is just lovely!!], possessiveness, corruption kink, roleplaying [especially with mild power play scenarios like professor/student, boss/employee, but it has to be 18+ no matter the scenario], free use kink, tentacles/monsterfucking, choking, rimming, anal and vaginal, oral [both giving and receiving, but damn giving is so divine], fingering, body worship, nipple stimmulation, bullying/degradation [but when it’s mixed with praise, ie “you’re my perfect little dumb slut… good for nothing other than my pleasure…”], growling/animalistic/predator/prey, being pinned down, nicknames for me [ie good boy, sweetheart, cumdump, pretty boy, etc.], nicknames for partners [ie daddy/mommy but not in a step fantasy way, mistress/sir, etc.], gangbangs/threesomes/foursomes, partner swapping, double penetration, fear play [but in a safe/consensual manner with no real harm attached], etc.

UNSURE KINKS: full BDSM, hard pain [intense slapping/spanking, cuts, etc.], spit [I like the idea of it, but I sometimes get icked out by it before I can even enjoy it lol], dominating others [I am definitely not a dom naturally, but I feel like I might enjoy exploring it a little bit eventually], light pet play [not interested in full acts of pet play, but I love being someone’s cute little bunnyboy/puppyboy], nipple clamps [I have really sensitive nipples, so it sometimes is just too painful, but I am in search of ones that aren’t so painful so I can actually enjoy it lol], blindfolding [makes me feel a bit claustrophobic still, but I can see myself getting more into it], etc.

HARD NOS: foot fetish [sorry!! I just have a foot phobia!!], extreme aggression/violence, tickling, any unhygienic fetishes [this includes piss, sorry!!], food related fetishes, giant/ess related fetishes, inflation kink, CBT [obv not the therapy lol], pegging someone else [I love to be pegged and watch others do it tho!! I just don’t like to do that myself!!], using gags [these unfortunately make me feel unsafe, so I don’t like them], swallowing cum [devastated by my inability to do this, it’s just too yucky of a taste and texture for me lol], fisting, wax play [too messy and again yucky texture], age play, step fantasy, slave/master dynamic, etc.

CONCLUSION:

Please just try your best to be kind, patient, and respectful!! I will of course always do the same, cuz mutual respect is so important especially in these types of intimate spaces!!

Feel free to send me messages/asks with requests!! I am very friendly, but I am also very shy so I might need a little bit of practice doing this online before I get fully comfy with collaborating!! Anyways, thank you for reading!! I look forward to seeing where this blog takes me!!

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