#yeah twos naked what of it? he's got fur

[spaceboibrainrot]

They sleep like kittens

They are both having nightmares<3

#invader zim #iz #za2r #zaz2r #yeah twos naked what of it? he's got fur #zib membrane #zib invader zim #iz zib #invader zim zib #zib iz #zib #2 iz #2im #zim 2 #iz two #zim two #zim number two #two iz #spaceboibrainrot

[weebsinstash]

I know you mentioned that you aren't a big fan of pregnancy AU stuff in Hazbin, but hear me out...

Imagine Yandere Valentino getting his Darling pregnant to have a living bargaining chip to make sure she doesn't even try to leave him

New idea. What if the only people who can procreate in Hell are red string soulmates, or, it's like akin to ABO in the sense that not everyone or every combo of people could create a baby.

I was thinking about a yandere Valentino who has Reader as his red string soulmate whatever and you run away after seeing how truly abusive he is to other people, worrying for your own safety, and you're missing for like a straight year before Valentino finds out where you are, and... he's all but KICKING DOWN the door of your apartment, and he's looking at you like a hungry predator ready to pounce on you, cornering you, and

a baby starts crying from the other room and you're SPRINTING to the noise and Valentino finds you defensively holding a little bundle to your chest, growling snarling baring fangs holding a knife whatever at him, and Valentino thinks you adopted some other man's kid, some little imp bastard or something, and he's furious, he's raising his voice, he's getting closer, he's-

making perfect eye contact with a little tiny baby replica of himself as it turns to look at him with its big red eyes and chubby cheeks and fat arms and. It takes Val a few seconds to process it. The baby looks right at him and is whimpering and gurgling, upset, but doesn't cry. The baby boy sneezes and his antenna flip back and forth. He's got lil hearts in his fur and his teeny antenna are already so fluffy.

'Oh but aren't baby moths technically caterpillars--' shut the fuck up, you're demons and also that would be ugly as fuck. You want to give birth to a 20 armed baby or something. No. We save the truly inhuman babies for the human x monster/alien/whatever prompts. Your baby comes out a mini mothperson and it's fluffy and chubby and fucking adorable and also shut up

Val is just, SMITTEN, the narcissism is turned up to 100, he's rapid cycling emotions, "*GASPING* OUR BABY IS SO FUCKING CUTE, WHAT THE FUCK, I WANT TO HOLD HIM" "So I knocked you up good huh 😏" "*already on the phone in a group call with the other Vees and taking 200 pictures* you should see this thing, he looks just like me, can you even believe that, I can already tell he's gonna be so handsome and successful cuz he's MY son" "aw, amorcito did you think you needed to run away to protect our baby because I have so many enemies? You're such a good mama ❤️❤️❤️"

You spend like MONTHS lovingly protecting and sheltering your child until he's a healthy giggling little chubroll and Val has him for like two days and suddenly your baby has his ears pierced with diamonds in them and Valentino is walking around in his high heels and slutty bodysuits with your son in a papoose cuddled into his chest fur. You're holding your sleeping son while Val is beside you and someone sneezes across the room and the baby stirs and here's Valentino, "SHUT THE FUCK UP, MY SON IS SLEEPING", like, NOT ANYMORE YOU DUMB JACKASS???

'Oh gee why is Valentino suddenly funding and producing more erotic films involving moms and breeding and pregnant people and lactation-' you fucking know why and honestly I think it'd be SO FUNNY if he's like, "oh yeah, don't worry, I want you on birth control too mami. I missed fucking you and I kinda wanna do a lot of that without worrying about another little niño or two. At least not for a while :)"

Valentino on the red carpet being his cunty fashionable self while his baby is in a sling and they're both wearing matching outfits. Your baby boy has a tiny iced-up watch that's worth more than the entire building you were living in before his father found you. Your "husband" is posing half-naked with your baby on the cover of Demon Playboy which he owns, "HELL'S HOTTEST NEW DILF" like I COULD NOT WITH THIS MAN

And obviously he's got new kinks now that you're a mom and he absolutely fucks the hell out of you to the point you would get pregnant again without the birth control 😳 valentino on some real "is this the milk you've been feeding my baby with, let me try some" type stuff where he's milking you dry during his bang sesh and your son has to have formula that night because your tank is EMPTY 💀 YOU'RE A RAISIN LIKE THAT SCENE FROM SCOOBY DOO ZOMBIE ISLAND--

God. I've read horror stories about women getting pregnant again even WHILE being on multiple types of birth control so, then you get knocked up again Because Of Course You Would, You're Taking More Creampies Than A Professional Rodeo Clown, and what does Valentino say? "Fuck it, I wanna keep it! I can't just MURK my baby after it beat the odds, that's so ME!" And now you're having twin girls 💀💀💀 who knows, maybe having some daughters would teach Valentino to actually respect women--

I feel like you would wake up one morning and be genuinely hysterical because your baby is missing and you can't get in contact with Valentino and you're freaking out at the absolute highest level and it turned out to be some dumb shit like Val just took your son along with him for THE ENTIRE DAY and didn't think of mentioning it to you because "but you were needing a break and we were bonding, mami. We were having our guy time. I was leaving for work and he looked at me and he SMILED AT ME. What the fuck was i supposed to do, I couldn't just LEAVE HIM, he wanted his papi"

Of course, all these ideas hinge on the concept of Valentino actually caring for his baby. He could still genuinely use it as a tool against you. You're out running errands and suddenly you're getting a call. It's Valentino. He wants you to come home; you left the baby with Kitty so you could go out for a little while for some 'you time' since you've been trapped at home hiding ever since you ran from him before learning you were pregnant. It's not even about you leaving the baby with a nanny; it's about you not being home when Valentino came to visit you and him being uncomfortable not knowing exactly where you are and exactly what you're doing

Well, you got a little smart with him. You've just spent the last about 11 months living through hell with your pregnancy and hiding; you deserve to get some fresh air and walk out on the town and--- in the middle of you lecturing him you can just hear your baby making baby noises through the phone and Valentino just adopts this... tone in his voice, "amorcito, I came to spend time with you and our little frijolito and you're not heeee~ere. You know I can have trouble concentrating when I've had a few drinks and, earlier i dropped my phone on accident and i thought 'oh, it's good i wasn't holding something important"

You're home within 20 minutes and Valentino is cuddling into you while he puts some garbage on TV and pretends not to notice how you're trembling as you hold your son and send the occasional wary glance his father's way...

#valentino x reader #yandere x reader #yandere hazbin hotel #hh #sinprompts

[petrapalerno]

Submitting to the Alien Barbarian #9

Alien x fem reader, a dom/sub erotic short.

TW/CW: rough consensual sex, primal play, knotting, breeding, aliens, dominance/submission, blood play, spanking, pregnancy, overstimulation, anal play, gagging and violence.

MASTER POST

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Paying no attention to the stinging sensation in your ear, you hastily gather as much food as the leather bag can accommodate. Once the offputting extraterrestrial jerky is nearly spilling out the top, you sling it around your body.

Your naked body.

“Drohako,” you say gently, understanding that your alien barbarian needs a bit of coddling right now. 

“Yes? He asks while strapping what appears to be fifty blades across his chest. The holster of knives gleaming in the cave’s firelight. 

"So, just hear me out—shouldn’t I have clothes if we’re leaving?” The reality that you’ve been naked this entire time really hadn’t set in. I mean, he hasn’t left you much room to breathe between orgasms, let alone be worried about your modesty. 

Drohako cocks his head, his eyes scanning your body with a keen observation. Retreating to the pile of furs, he digs until he finds what he’s looking for. When he comes back, He’s got two articles in hand. 

“Arms up, mate.”

As you do, he drapes an oversized poncho over your shoulders, engulfing your body. As soon as your head pops through, he’s already offering you a pair of worn and rugged-looking bottoms. 

“You wear pants?” You arch an eyebrow, realizing you’ve never seen him in anything but the nude. 

"Only while riding," he tells you as he lashes the leather cord around the waistband of the bottoms. They are equally large. Fiddling with the volume of fabric gathered around your waist, Drohako he steps away to observe his handiwork.

“I like you better naked,” he frowns, pulling on a duplicate pair of breeches as he does. The powerful muscles of his legs fill out the pants until they strain at the seams.

“Rude. I like you any way I can get you.” You drool at the thick bulge of his cocks as he laces up the front. You place your hand on his hip.

“As much as I desire to do that, we must prioritize more important tasks. If you behave, I will reward you at the hunting caves.” His eyes roll only slightly as he shakes off your touch.

“Yeah, got it. So clothes, meat, what next?”

“We hope Graysi won’t throw you, and we set up a new home cave in the wilds,” he pats the rump of the terrifyingly large space cat, which he has already told you likely won’t allow you to ride him, with a smile. 

“Hope, it’s such a fun word,” sarcasm drips from your lips as you sauntering toward the pair. “You said he likes me, right? I mean, it can’t be too hard to convince him if he already likes me, can it?” 

With a hunk of the jerky in your hand, you cautiously extend your arm towards the beast, watching as it sniffs the air, intrigued by the scent. When he snatches the meat from your hand, you can't help but jump in surprise. Your fingers are snatched back instinctively when you catch sight of his oversized canines, a thrill of fear rushing through you.

“Mere morsels of meat will not inspire the bond between rider and mount…it’s deeper than that,” he tells you as he grabs the big cats’ reigns. “You must earn his trust through Tolkha.”

Your translator chip struggles to keep up with the last word. 

“Tolkha?” you ask, concerned once again about what your horny desires have gotten you into.

“Tolkha is a test, a challenge…You will mount Graysi, and he will attempt to throw you…but he will fail, because you are my mate. You are strong enough to carry on my bloodline.” He thumps his chest in some masculine display.

Drohako is much more sure of you than you are of them yourself. You have no desire to ride a giant bucking tiger.

That sounds like literally the last thing you want to do.

“Is this the best idea? I mean, won’t that be bad for the baby?” You put a hand over your fur covered stomach.

“Don’t be foolish mate, my bloodline will be strong enough to handle this,” he scoffs at your implication that the fetus you carry is weak. 

“If you say so, big boy,” you squeak out nervously. 

“Follow me,” he urges, leading you through the cave’s entrance. “We’ll be at our new home in the wilds before the moons rise.”

You follow, and your eyes struggle to adjust. Although the cave’s fires kept you out of the dark, you haven’t left the rocky home since your arrival. The blazing sun, a humidity, of the Volkroth planet blast you in the face as you go outside for the first time in weeks. 

You raise your palm to shield your eyes. Drohako stands, Graysi’s holster in one hand, waiting for you. 

When you finally catch back up to them, your barbarian grips you under the armpits, lifting you up. 

“Grip him tighter than your cunt grips my cocks,” he whispers as your head passes his own. 

“Not the time for sexy thoughts, my ass,” you mutter, more than a little terrified as you spread your legs and grab the reins from his purple hands. While keeping the strip of leather in your grip, you wrap your arms around the beast’s neck. Your thighs and toes dig into its sides.

“So what happens if he throws me off? Do we have to walk?”

“He will be given the chance to eat you if he so chooses. Hold strong mate! Your reward will be a pleasurable one,” he says almost sweetly before taking his hands off Graysi’s yellow fur and jumping back. 

EAT YOU?

As soon as his hands leave the beast, you can feel the cat’s muscles tense. It’s as if everything was fine until he realized it was you that was mounted on his back. 

A low hiss builds in his throat, and he crouches, his front legs low, shifting his weight to the front. You slide, but only slightly, your grip strong and true. The cat turns its long neck, and stares you directly in the eyes, his slitted pupils narrowing. Your head, tucked into the column of his throat, is only inches away from its snarling and drooling mouth. 

You slam your eyes shut as he huffs loudly. His breath, akin to the trash mouth of a house cat, is hot and disgusting. You switch to breathing out of your mouth to avoid the smell. When his threatening growl doesn’t unseat you from its back, he bucks. Once at first, but the motion repeats more quickly and violently as he speeds up his motions. 

He spins in a tight circle—angry snarls and hisses escaping his wet mouth. 

Your arms and legs ache with effort, and you really wish he would change directions. The concentric circles he whips his body in are roiling your stomach. 

“Hold tight!” Drohako’s voice settles into the edges of your hearing, through the whirling noise of wind. 

The motion goes on forever. You’re sick to your stomach and don’t know how much more you can endure. 

“Fucking Graysi, you like me—remember?” You yell, thinking maybe you can soothe the savage beast with just a reminder alone. 

Adjusting your hold on the animal, your hand almost slips. You reach up to his fluffy ear and grab the bit of fur just underneath it, digging your nails in tightly against his skin. 

Graysi stops his spinning abruptly, his neck twitching at your new hold. He leans his head toward your hand. 

“What’s he doing?” You yelp, unsure if this is some part of the Tolkha, but you’re just happy the spinning has stopped. 

“I…I don’t know,” you hear Drohako say.

In this momentary stillness, you move your fingers against Graysi’s neck once more. Letting your nails slide down the muscles of his throat, you scratch the giant cat’s neck.

You’re shocked as Graysi purrs.

“Is he trying to nuzzle me?” You ask Drohako incredulously. The cat’s vibration tickles your skin.

“Graysi is indeed being affectionate with you…but that’s not how Tolkha is supposed to go. You’re supposed to have your will win over his,” Drohako seems confused, but impressed. 

“There’s more than one way to skin a cat—If petting this big, stinky kitty makes it stop spinning, I’ll keep doing it,” you say through gritted teeth, willing your nausea to pass. 

“...Technically, it’s working.” Drohako almost seems disappointed that you’ve cuddled your way out of what is supposed to be some ultimate test.

“Yeah, great, can you um, get me down from here?” you ask him, the world for you still spinning. 

Drohako rushes to your side, and lifts you gingerly from the cat, setting you right on your own two feet. 

“I’ll set up our supplies bags, and you...you can wait for me to finish.” He sets to work, and starts talking about the wilds and the location of the hunting cave, but you can’t hear him.  

You’re still lost in some motion sickness haze.

“...do you agree?” his voice boom back into focus.

“Sure,” you mutter before the watering in your mouth is too intense to fight any longer. 

You lean over, and spill your dried meat lunch on the dusty red sands of the planet. 

When you stand back up, Drohako winces. 

“Are you going to do that again, or can we be on our way, human?”

“Wow, love the concern for my wellbeing,” You tell him sarcastically. 

He huffs through his nostrils, and a look of disgust passes over him. 

“I only ask because...” He pauses, unsure if he wants to admit something to you.

“Spit it out,” you gesture a circling motion with your hands.

“Because I am.” he scowls as the next word leaves his lips. “Sensitive to the odor. I would prefer to keep my food inside my stomach on our journey.”

“You have a sensitive stomach?” You laugh, the thought a wild one. 

“It is not funny,” he pouts.

“I mean, it’s a little funny. You, a big bad barbarian volkroth, can’t handle the smell of puke?” Despite the great and dramatic escape we have planned, you can’t stop giggling at the thought of Drohako having a delicate constitution. 

Before you’re able to stop your laughter, his gigantic hands set me roughly onto Graysi, before he mounts behind me. 

You look up and see his scowl. “It’s okay to have, like, one weakness, you know,” You try to comfort the brooding alien through your stifled chuckling. 

“It is not. The Volkroth kill the weak,” he says solemnly.

“I’m weaker than you. Do I have no place with your people, then?” You pose the question to him, realizing that if you’re staying here for good—it might need to be addressed. 

“As my mate, you are my people. My son, in your belly, is our people.” Drohako wraps an arm around me, settling his hand over my womb. “He is strong because you are strong. If you were weak, you could not accept my seed. We are together. Nothing else matters.”

NEXT

#monster fucker #monster romance #monster smut #monster lover #smut #terato #monsterfuqqer #aliens #alien romance #alien #Petra palerno #STTABshort #i love aliens #monster fuqqer #alien x human #alien x reader

[zweetpea]

Eternity or stasis Part 1 of 2

Spicy scene so watch out. Also some Archon/Arlecchino slander purely because I don't like the fact that the house of the hearth is basically just training child soldiers. No hate if you like her but she is definitely not a good or even morally grey person.I am so sorry about human dvalin guys. I tried not to stroke my own ego when describing him but all the concept art for human Dvalin makes him out to be a very very VERY pretty man. And I like the Hoyoverse dragons so there is a bit of that. Also sorry this took so long to come out.

"Dvalin please!" You whine

"Mine. You're mine." He growls.

"Ah!" you squeak as he squeezes your hips.

"Tight... so tight... Too Tight! Dvalin I can't breath!" 'Yeah that's me. You're probably wondering how I got here.'

20 minutes ago.

"Dvalin it's been 2 weeks since Xiao brought me back. Andruis has come to visit twice, and both times you've refused to see him. You hardly let the abyss mages and slimes bring me food. "I'm begging you, please let me go. I won't run away again just please." You pleaded desperately trying to wriggle out from between his front claws. He was splayed out like a dog lying out in the sun arms crossed in front of him to trap you in.

"Not a chance. The last two times I let you out of my sight you got kidnapped. First by those knights, then you were taken away and the abyss order has told me you were in the land of Geo. That filthy mud-ridden dragon. What does he have that I don't? What can he give you that I can't?"

"Well, no offence but physical intimacy and companionship."

"Oh really?" He growled in a sarcastic tone (and also literally growled, he is a dragon after all). A bright light blue light shined out from Dvalin's chest as he shrunk.

"Dvalin? What...?"

Standing before you was a beautiful man with sharp features. He had a long pointed nose, and sharp eyes. His face wasn't too particularly round (he had a few freckles on his face) and his chin looked like it could cut diamonds. He had long baby blue hair that fell past his shoulder blades - his bangs curled around his head to the back of his head - and glowing aqua colored eyes that pierced your soul. His horns curved up, back and towards each other; the tips tinted in dark blue. His pointed ears peeked out meekly from the sides of his head. He was tall (maybe 7 feet), and his entire body - from hid shoulders down to his waist - was broad. His chest and abs were sculped and defined. His limbs held muscles toned to perfection, yet strangely enough faded from the pale of his torso and face to a lighter blue and finally to a deep blue at his finger tips and his long nails. Finally just behind him swayed a furry blue and white tail. 

"WHY ARE YOU NAKED?!"

"Why wouldn't I be? I don't wear clothes in my true form. I feel strange like this." He looked at his hand, perplexed by the addition of a fifth finger.

"You- you- two- um-" You backed up as he stalked over to you. "Wait!" Your face heated. 

"Come here darling. You said you wanted to be physical." He pulled you toward him and wrapped his tail around you.

"HELP LITTLE SLIMES!! I fell into a trap! He's got me! And he won't let me go!" You scream as a dendro smile and hydro smile bounce toward you.

"Mine."

"Yes I know but, EH!" You try to struggle. 

"Mine!"

"Eh!"

"Mine!!"

"EH!"

"MINE!"

"EH!!"

"MINE!!"

"Dvalin! Please. This is embarrassing. And I can feel your 'friends' poking my ass."

"They just want to say hi, and they wouldn't be so eager if you didn't squirm so much on my lap." He purrs in your ear.

"We need to get you some clothes." You throw yourself from his grasp with all your might. "Maybe some apple bottom jeans."

"Jeans?" He looks confused. 

"And boots with the fur."

"With fur?"

"Really just anything to keep you 'packages' to yourself."

"Oh? So you don't want 'Physical Intimacy'?" He teases. 

"Um I..." 'Screw it. Baizhu and I are just friends with benefits.' You pull Dvalin closer and kiss him. His lips mold into yours and you poke your tongue into his mouth. He lay you down as his tongue overtook your mouth.

"I... cannot feel my legs."

"Stay right there, I'm going to get some food." He kisses your head.

"Wait!" You grab one of his horns and gently rub your thumb over it.

He lets out a breathy moan and grabs you wrist. "Keep that up and this little snack I'm getting you will be an intermission instead of aftercare."

"Did you want this?"

"It was nice, especially the feeling of your nails scratching along my back. I'll be honest, I'm willing to do anything to keep you here."

"Okay, thanks for getting me some food."

"Of course darling." He kisses your lips, and slithers out of the tower. 

10 minutes later you're feeling a bit better, that was until a certain high pitched Bard showed up.

"Dvalin! Please answer me. I know that you're up here! I'm sorry about what happened about a month ago." Venti pleads voice cracking like he's holding back tears. 

"Hi Venti..." You say apathetic.

"What are you doing here? How did you get back here?"

"Wouldn't you like to know." You snark. 

"Don't get smart with me! You turned Dvalin against me."

"I thought you'd want him to be free, and happy."

"I do. But I also want him to be safe. You are nothing but trouble, and I don't want him around you. End of story" 

"Why don't you give me one more- ow! Fudge nuggets! Anyway Venti," You limp your way over to him. "That's not really for you to decide, now is it?" You taunt.

"What gives you the right to talk to me like that?"

"What gives you the right to demand the respect of your people. You're a drunkard, Zhongli is a deadbeat, and Ei is a dictator. Not only that but the Tsaritsa endorses the exploitation of children, allowing Arlecchino - one of her Harbingers - to groom them into the perfect soldiers. They're exploiting orphans - who only have them to trust in - for their army. What good do you Archons do for your citizens?"

"Shut up!" He pushes you to the ground. Your delusion starts to glow seafoam green.

"You don't protect them. So get off your high horse you fake wannabe dei-"

"SHUT UP!!" He screams as the structure around you shakes and the air in the environment grows warmer. 

"Heh, I knew you were full of hot air."

"SHUT! UP!" He screams in your face as his hands come to wring your neck.

"GET OFF THEM!!"

"Dvalin?/!" Venti and you shout in unison. Him in horror and you in joy. Dvalin drops the food and charges at venti. 

"What have they done to you?" Venti whispers. 

"I chose to become this Venti."

"They've clipped your wings."

"You mean these?" Wings spring from his back.

"You know what I mean! Your powers are drained in this form! Why would you do this?"

"I need them that's why."

"No! I'm putting my foot down. I hate to do this but this obsession you have with them isn't healthy!" Dvalin charges at him and he dodges. Venti summons his bow (the skyward harp) and shot at you. You try to block but nothing happens. The arrow doesn't pierce you but it does knock you out and blow you far off.

When you wake up you're somewhere you haven't been before. Inazuma.  

"Okay. This isn't good. Why couldn't I block the arrow? Was it because it was Venti's?" You look down to your delusion and see it was seafoam green instead of a gold color. "Does this mean I've resonated with Anemo? I shook hands with Zhongli and resonated with Geo, Venti pushed me so..." You hold your hand out and several small wind currents form around you. You bring your other hand up and they all form into a big gust of wind shaped in a pair of wings. "Interesting. Okay... where exactly am I? This looks a bit like Ritou. Maybe I could get across to the beach."

"Outlander! Freeze!"

"Shit!" You start to jump across to the beach on your wind currents. You run through the hills of Inazuma.

"Okay I think I'm safe now. Where on earth did I go?" You run to the north end of Narukami Island.

"Hello?! Hello?" You call out as you look for anyone who could help you. 

"Hm? Hey cutie!" Itto shouts at you. 

"Aw, aren't you sweet."

"Heh. Nah, you're just adorable. Hey! You wanna beetle battle with me."

"I don't know how. Maybe a big, strong man could teach me." You flirt.

"Course I could." He wraps his arm around your shoulder. Maybe you should feel a bit bad about flirting and sleeping around but you were promised debauchery. You wrap your arm around him as he leads you to where his gang was, though you didn't get too far with Kujou Sara and her forces on you tail.

"There you are! Surrender your Vision and the blondie." She demands.

"Oh yeah, the sus girl made me twinsies with the twins."

"The Raiden Shogun has ordered any interlopers to be deported from Inazuma immediately, and if they have a vision we are to seize it form them. This... person?" She looks to you for confirmation, to which you nod. "Is under arrest for fleeing Ritou."

"So typical of a cop to be a rude bitch. Actually that's not really fair. Chevreuse, Wriothesley and Cyno are technically cops and they'll probably be considerate. Come to think of it The knights of Favonius are cops and Jean was extremely considerate. It's just the archon simps- well, no Xiao was pretty nice."

"Less talking more fighting!" Itto shouts in a frenzy. He and Shinobu have to fend of the Tenryou Commission. 

"Sorry!" You lift your hand and the gusts of wind lift the enemies off the ground.

"Now we're talking! Looks like the playing field just got a bit more even." Itto taunt.

"On my command!" Sara yell as she readies her bow. You quickly start to twist and turn your delusion to try and get in back to Geo.

"Don't do this to me. I need Geo right now." You whisper and it started to glow gold again. You quickly jump in front of Itto to block Sara's shot. You then start to pelt her with a slew of jagged spall toward the cops.

"Retreat!" Sara's companions cry.

"Cowards! get back here!" She furiously runs after them.

"Oh my gosh! That was awesome dude! Oh hey, what should I call you?" Itto cheers.

"Babygirl." you respond without missing a beat. "It's this affectionate nickname where I come from. If not that you can call me Gen with a G. Last name Z.

"It's nice to meet you Z." Shinobu greets from beside Itto. 

"Please, call me Gen. We're friend now... or something more." You mumble that last part.

"Yeah yeah yeah, formalities and such. How'd you do that? You went from Anemo to Geo in a split second!" Itto praises. "It was awesome. Does that me you have like, Anemo and Geo inside you."

"Well I don't know about Geo but Anemo and Dendro have definately both been inside me."

"Huh?"

"Uh, not the point. We should get going before the cops show up again."

"Oh right. Well Gen in thanks for you saving us I'll treat you to the Biggest bowl of Ramen I can afford."

"I don't think I'll be able to finish all by myself, but we could split it." 'Please if there is any good left in this universe or the one I come from let Itto and I do the lady and the tramp thing! Please please please-'

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" Itto apologizes.

'I love you universe!'

"Looks like Heizou was right. Caught you right where he said you would be."

"I'll handle this Itto. You just get everyone out of here." You order.

"No way! I'm not leaving you behind Gen!" He argues.

"Loyal to a tee, I see why Ayato likes you." You smile. Tenryou soldiers flinging themselves at you.

"Itto we have to go." Shinobu pleads.

"But-"

"Trust me! Go."

"I'm coming back for you!"

"Thank you." You smile. The Arataki Gang ran as the cops jump and overpower you. 

Sara bounds your wrists and ankles, and throws you over her shoulder. "Dang bound again. If I had a nickel for everytime I've been bound and it wasn't sexy, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot  but it's weird that it happened twice. Weirder still that the only two times I've been bound have both been very unsexy. 'This would be arousing if you hadn't been an asshole earlier.' You thought. 'Okay... I guess this is a little hot.'

"Hey do you want to hear something cool? According to the Babylonians, Asushunamir was this super rad person who wasn't man or woman and they were given the gift of prophecy and healing. Also the Norse had this other dude who's portrayed as really really hot and they were gender fluid  but mostly went by he. The gender non conforming have a pretty sweet gig being hot and getting people out of trouble."

"Please stop talking. Besides it doesn't matter who or what you are. Man, woman, or something in between, all obstacles in the Shoguns path to eternity must face her wrath. No amount of strange tales will spare you."

"Bring it on that tyrant is going down!"

"Brave or foolish I do not know. May I ask you something?"

"Go ahead."

"I've been hearing rumors about you. They say you are not so much man or woman so... how do you work in bed if you don't mind me asking." 

"Well~ you could find out for yourself~"

"I'll have to pass on your oh so generous offer." Sara retorts sarcastically. 

"I'm a power-bottom if you must know! Nah that's a lie I'm submissive and breedable, even if I never get pregnant."

"Well... here we are. The Shogun is just inside. She will decide your fate." Sara unbinds you. 

"Bye Sara. Raiden Shogun! You better get your Bitch ass out here!" You storm through the halls.

"Who dares to insult me?" The dumb little puppet shows it's face.

"I mean the real Shogun! Come on out Ei!" As you taunt her a purple rift rips through the air and Ei pulls you into the plain of euthymia. 

"Why is a long haired hooligan in my presence. What's your name?"

"Gen. Now let's talk about something more previlent. You suck! I don't care if you have big boobies! You're a bad mom and a bad leader!"

"Excuse me?"

"You abandoned your son and say that you want to give him freedom. How is that freedom? You cast him out without anything to defend himself with! And on top of all of that he was basically a naive baby with no survival skills. How dense can you be? You are the cause of at least 25% of Teyvats major problems. Do you have any idea what He's doing out there right now?"

"Wow... you really want to die don't you?"

"Can you stop being so egotistical? There's more to this world than you ya know! I get you're sad because Makoto died, and you feel like you have no purpose. You don't feel worthy to be the Electro Archon, right? Well Miko doesn't think so. She and sara are keeping this entire nation afloat while you bitch and moan about having to do work."

"How do you know all of this?"

"Because I'm not from Teyvat."

"Obviously. You are the adored one. The one Celestia fears. That doesn't explain-"

"No!" You cut her off. "I'm literally not from this world. I've seen this twice before. I got in after beta and I have to look up past events off Youtube, because Hoyoverse is a bitch to the Genshin community. I get they want people to pay for gacha but just have them be a normal world quest or a side story or even a playable movie! Kingdom hearts did that with their mobile game! It was a bit confusing but that's kingdom hearts for you."

"...what?"

"Nothing. Point is you need to get off your ass and work. Your people are dying. They're slaughtering each other in droves. Eternity doesn't mean everything has to stay the same. Makoto wouldn't have wanted that Ei. Eternity can exist through Inazuma's preservation. Their culture and heritage and customs all play a part in Inazuma's identity. If those things can keep Inazuma thriving then Inazuma will be eternal."

"...you've seen this play out before. Is there ever a way for me to reach perfect Eternity."

"not a perfect stasis no. But from where I'm from you and Makoto's Legacy is secure. Inazuma is eternal to my people." 

"How would I even go about trying to fix things?"

"...wait that worked?"

"What?"

"I never thought I'd get this far. (A/n: SpongeBob reference!) I was just trying to sow the seed so that the twins wouldn't have to go through so much bullshit to defeat you and make you see the error of your ways. I was trying to buy time more than anything."

"Okay... so what do we do now?"

"I have no clue..."

"Um when you said twins... you wouldn't happen to mean two blonds in strange clothes similar to yours, did you?" 

"Is the puppet fighting them? Did your puppet take Thoma and they're trying to protect him?" You deadpan.

"Yes?"

"yep, that's them. Let 'em in they might be able to help." 

She does as you instruct and the twins come barreling in. "What the Fu-"

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Soft And Plush — (DOL) Whitney [VALENTINES EVENT]

Pairing: M!Whitney / F!Reader Genre: Smut 18+ WC: 5434 Warnings: name calling (whore, slut, pet, mutt, pup, puppy), “pillow” humping (it's a bear), pet play, smoking (cigarettes), praise, whitney takes pics of you without consent, blowjob, I use the word fap because it’s sexy to me, bullying, degradation, oral fixation, dacryphilia Synopsis: “It’s my gift, pet.” He reminds you oh so kindly, clicking his tongue for emphasis. And it’s true, he’d allowed you to buy the bear yourself since you clearly wanted to gift him with it. “So I get to decide what to do with it, right?”

A/N: mmm.... petplay brainrot... also, this is my first time writing for whitney so please excuse anything too OOC... i wanted to try portraying their tsundere vibes, but im unsure how successful i was in doing that... also been thinking about that line of whitney having a stuffed toy collection and i think it's TRUE. anyway, enjoy this self indulgent puppy fic :D! happy valentines day!

Irritation settles thick in his arms, most present in how they flex under rolled up sleeves, how his veins pop from the crossed over position he’s got them in at just the mere sight of his favourite slut. Where he’s still mostly dressed save for an unbutton shirt, he’s got you completely naked, barking orders at you to strip the moment he allowed you entry into his room. So obedient, aren’t you? Even if a little shy, your attempts at coyness only make this game much more fun for him. Got him aching to knock you down a peg or two, remind you of who you belong to. So small compared to him too, yeah? Just a weak little pet, cowering at his feet like you should be. He’s annoyed in part due to how you’ve completely ruined his valentines plans for you today, and also from how downright adorable you look sitting on his floor with a new stuffed teddy hiding your pretty private parts out of sight, a reminder of his failure today. How unfair it is for you to have put him in this position, perched at the edge of his bed looking down at you as if he were holier than thou; and right now he is.

“Fuckin’ slut, wanted the bear so bad, the fuck are you complaining for?” He scowls down at you with jealousy, unable to hide the impish smirk from spreading to his cheeks that your stupid sobs causes him to make. Really, it’s your own damn fault that you’re sitting naked in his bedroom right now, shivering against the hardwood floor as his harsh tone threatens tears to well in your pretty doe eyes. Good, he thinks to himself. You’re pretty when you cry. It’s why he so often has you in these embarrassing positions, intimidating you to submit with his bullying tactics day in and day out. It’s because you’re so cute, too adorable for your own good. It’s your fault he repeats to himself, some effort to justify his rude actions.

He tuts down at you when all you do is clutch the teddy tighter, keeping it pinned to your pretty body in an effort to remain hidden from his lecherous gaze, so he leans forward. You didn’t think you’d get to escape his torment for long, did you? His dominating presence causing you to quiver, a similar shiver of pleasure rolling down his spine as his tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek in impatience. You’re so cute it’s becoming a fucking issue, obliviously provoking him into petting at the overt bulge in his pants like you were any form of innocent. Of course he knows you better than that, but even the faux purity you display before him has him acting up, pants tighter than ever just from looking at you. Honestly, the things he wants to do to you are criminal. And all because you’re just too cute, shaking and shiver and panting against the soft fur of the oversized bear that you stole out of his hands at the store.

Or, well, stole is a gross exaggeration of what really happened. He knows he shouldn’t have left buying a valentines gift this late, and he should have known better than to go to the same store you frequent so often. Maybe this is God’s way of punishing him for being such a shitty boyfriend, or, as he’d rather think; this is his reward for showing you a sliver of kindness. Even just recalling the moment his head lifted and he was greeted by your meek expression causes his eye to twitch, his lips curling in sheer displeasure for not only getting caught slacking; but also from having his gift stolen. It’s a cute bear, fuck, he wants it for himself—he even has the perfect spot in his collection for it!—yet there you stood attempting to buy him it. How annoying. How fucking aggravating it is to have you know him so well, a familiar heat rising to his cheeks that he so often endures when you’re around him; only he can’t tell if it’s from upset or affection. They feel all too similar to him, especially when his cock is concerned.

“It’s my gift, pet.” He reminds you oh so kindly, clicking his tongue for emphasis. And it’s true, he’d allowed you to buy the bear yourself since you clearly wanted to gift him with it. “So I get to decide what to do with it, right?”

“Um, yeah… I guess so…” You trail off stupidly, and all he wants to do in response is pin you where you sit due to an overwhelming urge to remind you. Force you to accept who’s really in charge, to praise you for picking such a good gift for him, to punish you for ruining his valentines plans; fuck— he’s so agitated. It’s embarrassing, really, just how much you affect him. How easy you’ve got it, dumb tone going straight to his perverted cock, causing it to pulse under his idle touch as he stares you down, biting down on his bottom lip to refrain from praising you too much; can’t let you know so easily just how badly he wants to fuck you stupid. But that’s what good pets get, right? He just has to work you up to it, see if you really deserve some more kindness.

But first, punishment. Can’t forget about the way you stole his thunder from right under him, no matter how hard his cock throbs for your pitiful excuses and pretty face. No good owner lets bad actions go unpunished, right? Hand tugging lightly at his pants, right over the obvious wet spot he’s sporting, he leans back to show exactly what you do to him, to tease you under the guise of offering more than punishment, cursing under his breath when your expression switches to one of awe. That dumb look you always adopt when it comes to him, he wants for nothing more than to wipe it off your face again and again, deriving great pleasure from putting you down. Perhaps a little too much if he’s honest with himself, but when you offer your compliance on a silver platter, what’s a guy to do? After all, he is just a man. A dirty, mean, perverted man.

“Right.” He confirms your earlier ‘guess’, offering you a much more gentle smile now as his hand reaches out toward you, suppressing the urge to laugh at how pathetic you look when tentatively placing your hand in his own like an unsure animal; he’s sure if you had a tail it’d be curled between your legs right now. And for good reason, “I wanna see you ride it.” He huffs, forcefully tugging you forward so that you fall tummy side down on the big bear, your ass sticking up in the air for him to immediately admire; cock twitching in response to the cute little oof you let out after falling down. That’s what you get for trusting him, he muses to himself. “You’re a good girl, right?” He coos down at you, tone faux sweet and sickening, mismatching his sleazy lopsided grin knowing that he’s embarrassing you right now, tricked you into giving him exactly what he wants in spite of your endeavour to remain modest. It’s what you get for being such a meddling whore.

He doesn’t exactly hear you agree, but that’s never stopped him before. A soft mmph is enough for him, cock pressing persistently against his underwear when he catches sight of the dip in your back, how despite your obvious humiliation he just knows your pretty pet cunt must be leaking all over the teddy bear by now, having endured his gaze and taunts until now. “Good girl,” he praises your acceptance, voice barely above a whisper to hide just how much he loves it when you give in to him, tapping his toes under your chin to prompt you into looking up at him pawing at his cock. “Wanna ride my gift? Bet it’d feel soooo good, perfect for puppies.” He sneers down at you, hiding his affection behind a low laugh until you slowly start to rock against the teddy, just like he’d asked. It’s a barely there movement, but he catches it nonetheless, glued to your ass while you focus on his face. Actively ignoring your whimpers of discomfort in favour of gawking, tugging at his cock more intently now that you’re playing into his palm. He didn’t think it’d be so easy to convince you to objectify yourself like this, but maybe all the dirty talk he whispered down your ear as he dragged you to his home was enough to set the mood. Talking about you’re mine, my fucking girl, my little play slut, wanna have a playdate, pup? He doesn’t really care about the specifics right now anyway, sucking his teeth to the sight of your hips shifting back and forth, the way your mouth hangs open just a little, pink tongue peeking behind your teeth as you pant below him. Yeah, he’s got more important matters to attend to right now, like his raging hard on that stains his pants sheer, and how he wants to shove it against your cheeks.

So fucking cute, fuck— he wants to praise you some more, grab your stupid fucking face and press kisses all over it, tug at your hair so he has access to your neck, bite and suck on the soft skin there to properly mark his pup up. A permanent collar to signal ownership, keep all those other creeps off of you. But all he feels able to do is swallow. Gulp down the admiration that rests behind at the tip of his tongue in favour of putting you in your rightful place: under his feet.

He tries to commit your dumb look to memory, cock twitching with want to be buried balls deep down your slutty throat already, especially given the way you so expertly showcase your mouth to him, his feet glued to either side of the teddy to better watch you hump yourself against it—and he’s got the perfect view too. Eyes trailing all the way from your pouty lips, past your arched back, to finally settle on the swell of your ass. “Pretty…” he accidentally whispers, instantly flushing at how soft his tone has gotten around you.

Habit begs him to light a cigarette for distraction, swiftly procuring one from his pocket with his free hand to mouth at lazily before lighting it and taking a deep inhale. Time and time again you prove to be difficult around for him; not because you’re inherently stressful or anything, but because his heart physically aches to be with you, even as your humping his valentines gift right in front of him under his instruction. An instinctive need to watch over you, to both protect and bully you from his position as your boyfriend. It’s annoying, honestly, how deeply he yearns for you. So much so that even as you’re doing everything his mean words ask for, he still craves more from his perfect little pet. It’s unfair of him to expect, he knows, but you can hardly blame him when you’re being so pliant and sweet for him. He hears you say something over his heavy breathing, but he’s much more interested in talking to your tits, rubbing his cock to the way they push up nicely against the plush teddy with the rest of your body as you seek his attention.

“Whitney…” You whine all pretty and shit, and oh how gratifying it is to hear you sound so needy for him, so desperate for his rough treatment over the soft fur under you. “This is… really embarrassing…”

He takes another inhale, a greedy one full of lust. “Duh, that’s the point.” He huffs after a second to exhale, puffing away at his cigarette far too quickly, ash dropping to the ground that he’ll have you clean up later. “Keep movin’.” He sniffs, impulsively throwing the cigarette to the ground to stamp on, far too hypnotised by the easy back and forth of your hips to fully enjoy the smoke filling his lungs, cock leaking far too much not to pull it out of his pants. Convinced by the muted squelch of your cunt every time your hips rise, he stands up briefly to tug his bottoms down just below his knees, swiftly sitting down again and immediately spreading his legs with a satisfied sigh. Feels good to finally be free, hard cock on full display for your pitiful whines, fat beads of precum already rolling down his length for his fist to collect. Such a good girl, making him feel so good; and you don’t even have to be touching him! He’d tell you but the words are choked in his throat when your speed increases, assumedly from his now exposed cock, his head tilting to the side when you crane your neck up further in an attempt to reach his wet tip, puffy lips just begging to be fucked raw—

“Uh-uh, get back down.” He reprimands you even as it pains him to do so, placing a foot on your shoulder to pin you back to the floor, laughing darkly when you squirm in place on the bear. Dumb dog, he thinks to himself. “Pets aren’t allowed on the bed.”

“But Whitney—“

His eyes roll automatically, fist casually pumping up and down his fat cock to the sight of you whinging so sweetly for him. And God, he almost gives in. Wants to fuck your stupid mutt throat all sore, soothe it with a load in your tummy. There’s a flicker of greed in his core, fist tightening around his swollen cock for a moment before he sighs, deep and heady. The things you do to him; you’ve got to know. “But nothin’” he bites back, baring his teeth in a show of dominance, hips bucking into his closed fist when you immediately surrender by dropping your head—hidden praise. “Said I wanted to watch you, so that’s what I’m gonna do.”

At least that seems to shut you up for now, cock happy to watch you return to humping, sweaty palm gliding easily over his wet tip from how downright desperate you act for his cock, heart full of affection at the way you vie for his attention, his approval. To call what he’s experiencing love rests uncomfortably in his chest, instead focusing intently on the mess of your hair, pressing his thumb against his slit to coax more pre out. You have him so hard, cock throbbing in his quickly tightening grip as he jerks off to the sight of you, just out of reach of your cute face, teasing you with tell tale slick sounds and soon hushed gasps of enjoyment.

“That’s it— fuck, good girl.” He half laughs in the space left between, gaze drawn to your open mouth and the way your tongue threatens to loll out. Fuck, he hopes it does. Leaking all over himself at just the thought of your tongue, wishing that you’d drool all over the teddy bear you’re currently humping so that he can drag his tongue over it when he kicks you out tonight. “Feels good, right?” He asks, but it’s barely a question. He can hear how much you’re enjoying yourself, can smell how turned on you are from getting bullied. Honestly, he feels a bit dizzy with desire for you too. Struggling just as much as you seem to be right now, fisting his fat cock in time with your speedy humps; punishment. This is supposed to be punishment for you, and yet still he feels like he’s the one gasping for air when you moan so nicely for him, his muscles burning with insatiable thirst.

With every stroke his legs open wider too, pants dropping lower with his thrusts until they hit the floor and the resulting thud barely hides the obvious rhythmic wet slap of fist on cock. You just look so good like this, pressing your puffy little clit into the soft teddy bear, head tilted up to stare right between his legs, panting lewdly for his cock— it’s a bit too much even for him. An uncharacteristic stutter in his voice when he tries to tell you off, but his words end up sounding more like a plead than anything else, which is wholly unacceptable, except for when he’s alone with you.

“Don’t… Uh, fuck— don’t fucking look at me.” He warns you, squeezing at the base of his cock to hold off on cumming so he doesn’t embarrass himself in front of his pet. And to make sure you follow his instructions, he lifts a foot only to drop it on your head, forcing you to bury your face into the chest of the bear below you, immediately relaxing his expression as he leans into his fist now that his love is hidden from view. One hand supporting his weight behind, the other fucking himself stupid to the sight of your perfect ass pretending to be riding his cock— he knows you all too well. Instinctively, his hips start to follow after his fist faster, timing his thrusts into his closed palm with your humps forward, in turn simulating sex with you too. And fuck it feels good, to be in complete control of your actions and still making you wait, pushing you closer to the edge as you start to shake with your frantic movements, the muffles sobs you sound against the bear only prompting his hips to fuck faster into the air, his bed squeaking under the weight of his greedy thrusts all for you. Can’t let you see him get this hopeless for you, hiding his affections with choked gasps and muted sighs, refusing even with your face hidden to give you the satisfaction of knowing just how much he needs you. How he wants even though he has you quite literally under his foot, wants you so bad even as his cock drools to the floor for your pretty little ass and the sweet sounds you make for him, a puddle forming under him thanks to you and your body.

It’s how he knows you’re so close, you know. The way you tremble. He’s felt it enough times on his cock to pick up on it, a sinister smile making its way to his lips as he selfishly removes his foot from your head, though it quickly transitions into a fond scowl when you remain buried; it seems his training is finally paying off with you, working against him when he’d really rather see your cumming face. “Dumb pup— does that feel good on your puppy parts?” he encourages you, tone sugary and soft due to how much pride he feels swell in his chest when you do exactly as you’re told, awaiting his command to look at him again. Watching his pretty pet hump herself silly on his gift, pumping away at his cock with sloppy strokes while he stares intensely at your nape; fingers itching to grab you by the scruff of the neck and shove his cock so far down your throat—

This is love, he suddenly thinks. Pretty puppy at his feet, getting yourself off for his enjoyment. This, fist wrapped tight around his pulsing cock, jaw taut and hips bucking up off the bed for better friction, is love. The barely audible moans of his name falling from your pretty lips and the soft shuffle of your cunt against the bears fur is love. And maybe it’s time for him to admit on valentines day that he himself is very much in love with you.

Or maybe that’s just his cock talking for him, trembling in his death-grip hold, fisting only his tip to stave off your reward as you surprisingly sit up despite his previous private praise, hands firmly planted on the bears face to support your weight; but most importantly, your hips don’t stop. No, all you do is offer him a best seat in the house view of your bouncing tits while you ride the bear, prompting him to suck in some air as his eyes narrow in on your nipples, throat suddenly dry as he pines to mouth at them. He can reprimand you properly for acting out later. “Filthy bitch.” He scolds you for now, but it’s a halfhearted attempt at best, teeth bearing to accentuate his adoration filled threat. “Just a dumb bitch in heat, yeah? Need cock so bad, huh?” He taunts you, but it’s all bark and no bite. Really, he’s just admitting to what he wants you to want, hoping that you’ll give in to his lust fuelled upset with broken sobs and eager nods.

Which of course you do, because he’s a good owner that’s trained his perfect pet well. A coo escapes him when you frantically nod up at him, doggy tongue sticking out while you pant for more. And he’s more than happy to give you just that, now that you’ve endured partial punishment; he’s just as much a desperate dog as you are right now. Only difference is, he has the (swiftly declining) composure to keep his true intentions hidden enough— and you’re just a dumb dog. If you want his cock so bad, he’ll give it to you. After such a good performance too, it only makes sense to reward your good behaviour with some cock; that and it’ll replace the gift you stole from him and are currently grinding into the ground like a good girl.

God you’re so cute like this, holding yourself up while circling your hips, stroking that pretty little clit hard against the big round heart the bear is holding. He bets it’s soaked with your slick, his throat closing at the mere thought of sucking it all up later tonight. His lips part in awe, infatuated at the sight of you so desperate for release, keening loudly with a repeat of his name, rocking yourself forward with every thrust because of how much you need him. “You’re so fuckin’ hot.” Slips out of his open lips, though he does little to correct himself. Instead, he leans into the soft nature of his words and finds his phone, immediately opening the camera to snap a few pictures of you in your time of great need. Jerk off material for later, his friends can fuck off if they think he’ll send them such prime material. Only he gets to see you this sloppy and messy, so fraught with need for more and all for him. He doubts you even realise he’s captured your degeneracy with photographic evidence given how you paw at his knees anyway, head hung low as you hold on for some sense of stability; of which he cruelly takes away from you the moment he realises what you’re doing.

“Tryin’ t’climb on top?” He questions, but his voice is breathy and gives away just how much he needs you to do exactly that. “C’mon, you should know better than— fuck—” your hand brushes his cock, right over his slick with precum tip, a string of shine keeping your palm connected to him even when he forcefully retracts your hand. He immediately wants to lick it when he spots it, clean his pretty puppy up and treat her well. But the pit in his stomach demands otherwise, tapping on your shoulder to grab your attention and tugging you as close as possible between his legs.

Prime blowjob position.

“Should know better than that, slut…” Able to finish his previous sentence, he takes a rough fistful of your hair now that you’re prone and yanks it back, cock twitching to attention when you yelp in surprise. Always so pretty for him, so eager to have his mean hands bully your body, he doesn’t miss the way your thighs squeeze around the bears heart with his unfair grip. Your constant stream of pleaseplease Whtiney please! causes him to release an egregious moan of his own, pulling your head further back as payment for coaxing such a needy sound out of him.

He’s not all mean though. Ever the gentleman, he thrusts his cock against your face, smearing precum all over your blushing cheeks and tapping the leaking tip on your lips. God he could cum just like this, tugging at his cock once or twice against your lips before you automatically open, like you understand what you’re made for, that you belong to him. So cute, so completely and utterly disgusting that you already know what he wants before he even asks for it. The perfect valentine.

He makes tutting sounds at you with a wide grin, doting on you from above until your tongue makes contact with his tip and it’s all over for him. Grin wiped and replaced by a frown, brows furrowed in concentration to fully feel the way your slippery tongue sucks all the precum off his tip, how your lips tighten and glide up and down his cock just a little, his hand still buried deep in your hair to control the pace. Still, good girl and so pretty continues to drip from his tongue, drool pooling in his mouth when he’s unable to look away from where your lips kiss his tip, how you worship his cock in an effort to gain his affections.

"Want me to pound that pretty throat?" He questions, but it’s rhetorical. Of course you do, right? Why else would you be inviting him inside so eagerly.

But he’s not so kind as to give you exactly what you want, no! He never has been, has he? Instead of fucking your throat like he wants to, he merely keeps your head pinned in place, tip and then some engulfed by your warm mouth for you to suckle on, to have a small taste and no more. And to make matters worse for you, he starts fisting his cock again. Warming his tip while jacking off into your mouth, not even allowing you the pleasure of getting him off yourself. The cruelty of his actions causes you to whine and vibrate down his length, proving only to turn him on further as his grip tightens in your hair. A warning of sorts, to shut up and take what he’s giving you because it’s better than the alternative of nothing at all. He knows he’s being a bastard, fuck, but it feels too good to stop; pumping his length with precision into your greedy little maw, feeling your tongue squirm and beg to be used, attempting to convince his hips to buck and fuck your face, but it feels too fucking good to stop bullying you.

It’s your fault for being so cute, he reminds himself. Your fucking fault, slut, he wants to lecture you with, but every suck and lick you offer him leaves him breathless. Staring down at your watery eyes with a mimicked pout of his own, which would have be paired with mockery over how slutty you’re being right now, but the way his balls grow tight and taut otherwise distracts him, leaves him gasping for air due to your kitten licks against his tip, rendering him only to moan roughly and roll his eyes back in sheer satisfaction over your resentment. “Keep— ah, shit— keep movin’, mutt.” He reminds you through clenched teeth, lightly kicking your cunt as a reminder to get yourself off too; he’s not mean enough to leave you without feeling good too.

Or rather, he’s more selfish than you might think. Wanting only for you to cum too so that he can enjoy his orgasm more, knowing that even after all his mistreatment of you, you still require him to make you feel good. And after squeezing his eyes shut briefly to focus on anything other than cumming on your soft kitten tongue, he opens them to see you humping feverishly, as if you didn’t know how to do anything else in that moment. Upset immediately fills his chest, though he’s not sure why. Something about feeling so frustrated over how much he feels for you, how strongly he wants for you. But he’s not of the right head-space to properly think about it right now, too busy fucking his fist to have an honest discussion with himself. Whatever, you’re fucking hot and that’s all that matters, fuck, he’s so close. Needs you to cum too, an act of reassurance, of security. If you cum then surely he’s doing something right, treating you the way you want to be treated, right? “That’s it,” he motivates you through moans, grunting into the harsh way he fists his cock, a stark contrast to how politely your tongue wraps around his cock head. Precum beads onto it, surely dipping down your throat from how you ‘sneakily’ bob your head with some humping movements, but he’s concerned enough to correct you. Not when you have him feeling so fucking good, fapping furiously against your lips because you offer him no other alternative.

An urgent mmph! is sent down his cock when he tugs on your hair again, followed by a string of something, he can’t fucking hear you with a fat cock stuffing your mouth full, but he can probably guess what you’re moaning.

“Yeah? Fuck, babe…” He trails off, holding your chin to drag it open in a selfish need to hear you whine properly for him as you cum on the teddy bear, and also because he wants to watch his cum splatter your tongue possessively. It’s when you’re at your cutest, he thinks, waiting for his seed. Fisting his cock obsessively for you as his orgasm quickly follows suit and washes over him, wrist refusing to let up even as he’s shooting a fat load down your throat, catching you by surprise as you’re clearly not done grinding yourself to completion yet either. Not that he cares, fuck, eyes involuntarily shut tight as he shoves his cock as deep as possible down your throat despite his previous wants, he simply can’t stop himself; and you can't blame him either, cause that whore mouth of yours is too good at taking cock to stop and think for even just a second. Forcing him to act out of pure instinct as he humps your face roughly. Buried as deep as possible down your throat, balls resting against your chin with a soft plap! because his hips keep fucking forward through his orgasm until your tongue fully milks him empty—and even then he keeps fucking, shoving his cock just a little further down your throat, smiling to himself as you start to choke around him, pulling out only to watch you swallow.

You know exactly how he likes it too, and it’s infuriating. Soft and pliable, submissive under his foot, watching as you gulp a few times before opening your mouth wide for inspection just like he’d taught you, his fingers pressing gently on your tongue to flatten it before hooking your cheek. A lazy thanks escapes him as he collects his breath, bending over to reach your lips with a soft kiss as soon as he’s able to. It’s not often he feels this soft after sex, but he likes to indulge you every now and again; and Valentines day seems perfect for it. He lets his tongue poke out against yours, mingling with your own for only a brief moment to get a taste of himself before sighing down your throat and pulling away, resting back on his hands as clarity hits him after such an intense good feeling.

He regards you for a second or two more, noticing just how fucked out you look. Really has his heart thumping, y’know? Which is why he promptly looks away. Maybe the best gift you could have given him was stealing his gift, especially if it means he gets to see you all roughed up with tear stained cheeks like this, yet still you beam up at him so sweetly, as if his bullying made you the happiest girl in the world.

Gross. Not that he’s any better, his heart skipping a beat as he realises with upset just how much he really likes having you around, and how he doesn’t want anyone else to be around you. That can only mean one thing, right?

#dol #degrees of lewdity #whitney the bully

[yourlocaltrashpandaa]

A/n: Wukong brainrot incoming… do you accept? You should~ I have the headcanon that Sun has scars from wounds that never healed properly. I know he has a healing factor and he’s immortal ik but idc

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Asking About His Scars

sun wukong x fem!reader

request: yes/no

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A shiver ran up your spine as cool breeze swept over your shoulders. You scutched over, snuggled into Wukong’s side. Being on Flower Fruit Mountain at night without a jacket was a dumb move on your part. A smile appeared on Wukong’s face as his tail wrapped around you waist with his arm around your shoulder. He squeezed you, hugging you closer.

“Cold, Peaches?” He asked.

“Maybe… I really should start bring a jacket with me when I come up here especially when we watch the sunset together.” You said.

Wukong scoffed. “Nah, you got me to keep you warm, right?” Wukong said hugging you, nuzzling the side of your head.

You laughed, placing your hand on his chest. “I know. But, can we go inside please? I’m a little tired.” You said.

“Sure, N/n. Staying the night?” Wukong asked you as he stood up stretching a bit.

You nodded as you stood up. “Yeah. I hope that’s okay.” You said.

“Of course, Peaches,” Wukong exclaimed his tail swished behind him happily. “Like I’d say no to you~.” He purred nuzzling your cheek.

You giggled. “Stop it, you flirt!” You exclaimed pushing Wukong away gently with you elbow.

Wukong took you back into the cave and to his small cottage like home with Wukong’s little monkeys trailing behind the two of you. You always told Wukong how much you liked spending time here. It was quiet and peaceful, you felt like you could lose track of time and be contempt with that.

Wukong would always say to you, “Hey, you could just live here, you know?” And you didn’t know if he was being serious or not but you’d decline his offer though you’ve had second thoughts.

“You go and get comfy, Peaches. I’ll get things set up so we can watch a movie or something.” Wukong said.

“Wukong, do you still keep my clothes that keep here in your room?” You asked.

“Yeah! They should be in there.” Wukong said back.

Walking into his room, you looked around until you saw your duffel bag underneath the bed. Crouching down, you fished your duffel bag from under the bed and dug through the clothes you kept. You changed into a pair of shirts and a black baggy t-shirt.

“Honestly, Peaches,” You jumped a bit, startled by Wukong sudden appearance in the doorway. “You should just move in with how much stuff you leave here.” He said.

“Learn to knock…” You grumbled out.

The simian scoffed, rolling his eyes at you. “Whatever you act like I care. Let’s not act like I haven’t seen you naked before.” Wukong smirked.

You smacked his arm. “Ass.” You said.

“This is my room, you know. You don’t get to complain.” Wukong said without warning he stripped off his top.

You noticed something about him. His back was scattered with scars, long ones, deep ones that looked painful. His right arm had scars running up it. How come you never noticed them before? Maybe it was because his fur sometimes covered them up or you haven’t looked to closely at them.

He turned to you and on his chest shown a large scar that went from his collar bone and went down at an angle a little past his pectoral muscles. You frowned walking over to get closer.

“Uh, Y/n? What’s up?” Wukong asked.

You didn’t answer him as you ran your pointer finger up the scar on his chest. He shivered, tensing up a bit but then relaxed.

“How did you get this,” You asked. “Well I mean all of them.” You said.

Wukong chuckled. “I have loads of stories, yet some of them are less then pleasant.” He said.

You hummed. “Do they hurt?” You asked.

“Nah, not in a long time. Sometimes I get those phantom pains but that’s not often.” Wukong said.

“How come I’ve never seen them? Do you hide them from me?” You asked.

“No… you’re normally asleep when I come to bed when you stay here.” Wukong said.

“Ah! That makes sense,” You nodded. “Why did these scars remain. You have a healing factor right?” You asked.

“Well, uh, I got them during my younger days. “Havoc in Heaven” days I mean.” Wukong chuckled as he looked off to the side.

“Really. Wow, you are old.” You laughed.

Wukong frowned. “Alright, Alright! I get it, I get it,” You quit the laughing. “Let’s watch a movie, Peaches.” He said, he nuzzled his head into your shoulder and the crook of your neck.

“Okay, Okay, Drama Queen,” You grabbed his hand. “To the living room!” You exclaimed.

Maybe if you ever ask again about his scars, he’d tell you the stories, even the unpleasant ones.

#lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk fandom #lmk x reader #lego monkie kid x reader #lmk fluff #lmk sun wukong #sun wukong x reader #sun wukong #lmk headcanon #sun wukong headcanon #lmk monkey king #monkey king #x female reader #x fem!reader #headcanons

[snippychicke]

Legend of the Selkie and the Pirate Part Three

Fandom: One Piece (LA mainly)

Rating: Teen/mature (we have non-graphic nudity stated)

Pairing: Buggy/Selkie!Reader

Warnings: None except heartbreak?

Summary: Even in a world of monsters, devil fruits, pirates, and fishmen, selkies were considered a myth. Especially in the East Blue where the waters were too warm for seals to live anyways. 

Except that myths were always seeded with truths, and stories always had a habit of coming to life. 

Tagging: @tfamidoingwithmylife; @yellowbbear ; @skullr0se; @chiyo-juice

Masterlist|Ao3

Prompt: Weird

 When you woke, you were very… confused. 

One: you had slept for quite a while, the sun much lower on the horizon than when you laid down. You weren’t sure if that was because you were so exhausted, or if it was because of the shade of the towering cliff you had taken refuge beneath. 

Two: there was fur pressed against your back. And not your fur, that was still wadded up as a pillow beneath your head. 

Three: the furry body was rumbling. Breathing.  

You turned over cautiously and came face to face with a very familiar feline face.

Richie. The Lion. 

The lion blinked slowly at you, apparently just waking up himself. Yet once he came to his senses, his ears flicked as he shifted to lick your face with his rough tongue. 

"What in the world," You swore with a laugh while you reached out to scratch him behind the ear like you knew he liked. Rithie huffed, his tail swishing happily as he leaned into the scratches. "What are you doing here?" 

"Richie!" A familiar voice called out, and you looked over the lion's frame to see Mohji stepping from around the towering cliff face. The white-haired man paused when he saw you, his expression quickly shifting from shock to a smile. "Richie! Did you find an old friend?" 

The lion roared, though quietly compared to some you had heard, before standing and stretching. Mohji blushed and quickly turned as the beast moved, coughing awkwardly. "We, uh, have heard of a naked woman sleeping on beaches. A lot of us hoped it wasn't you, but I guess we were wrong." 

You wrapped your furs around yourself, hiding the parts of your body humans always got embarrassed about before following Richie up the sandy dune towards the beast tamer. "I've been trying to use the night sky to find my way home but… I haven't exactly been successful."

Mohji carefully glanced before sighing and turning back to you once he deemed it was safe. "I've heard from the navigators that it can be quite tricky unless you have a proper star chart and equipment." 

You rubbed your neck guiltily. "Yeah, I-I don't think I'm doing that great." 

The man worried his lip, looking down to the lion that had laid down at his legs. "Well… I bet once Captain Buggy returns he might be willing to help. And there shouldn't be a problem if you want to sleep on the ship instead of the beach while we wait. A lot of us have missed you anyways." 

Your heart leapt in your throat. The option to return back to the pirate ship and see everyone again, if even for a little bit, sounded too good. You wanted to wrap Mohji up in a hug, but that little voice in the back of your head stopped you from doing anything other than smile for a short moment. 

The way Buggy had avoided you those last few days, acting as if you didn’t exist. The coldness in those eyes that had been so warm before. 

That was not the Buggy you missed, and you worried that if you were confronted with him again, some part of you would break. 

"I don't want to be a nuisance or anything,” You said instead, wrapping your arms around yourself. “Captain Buggy was rather upset with me last time…" 

Mohji scoffed as he rolled his eyes. "I know it’s not my place to speak ill of our captain, but he isn't really good with managing his feelings. Between us, I am pretty sure he was covering up how upset he was that you turned him down.” He paused for a moment before continuing quietly, as if afraid to be overheard. “He's been on a tirade since you left trying to act like he's not hear--"  He paused, as if he realized what he was saying before continuing awkwardly. "Missing you," He finished.  

Something tugged at your heartstrings with a mix of grief and joy. Excited and thrilled as well as guilty by the concept. "Buggy misses me?" 

Because gods how you missed him. All of them, but especially the blue-haired clown. (Your heart ached with grief every time you thought of his smile. His flashy personality and style. Of how he made you laugh so easily.)

(And you thought of him constantly.) 

"Very much so," Mohji said with a faint smile. "We all do, but especially our captain. I'm sure when he finally gets free from Arlong's crew, he's going to be over the moon." 

Your smile faded, "Get's… free?" 

Prompt: First Time

"I'm getting out of here!"

Screw these idiots that think they could take on the whole of Arlong's crew on their own turf. No matter how good those swordsman and waiter were, there was no way they were going to win against the whole of Arlong's men. And Buggy did not want to be caught as a casualty because of their grandiose belief they could take the fishman on. 

There were other maps to the Grand Line anyways. He could hunt another down as soon as he figured out where his crew was. 

Knowing Cabaji and Mohji, they were still back at the last stupid island arguing who was in command while he was gone. Dumb asses. How were they his two best crewmen again when they couldn't agree on anything? 

(And maybe, just maybe, once he was back on the seas he could put an ear out to see where you had wandered off to. Not because he was going to go after you or anything. Just a curiosity thing, that’s all.)

Which is why Buggy was extremely confused when he approached the shoreline and saw the striped sails of the Big Top in the distance, his red-nose Jolly Roger flying high. 

No. That was virtually impossible. Even if the crew had decided on an interim captain, surely they wouldn't try anything chivalrous! Especially when it was this  dangerous. Sure, his crew was loyal, but only to a point. They'd wait around, but that was probably it. They wouldn't come after him. (No one would. He couldn't rely on anyone else but himself. Everyone betrayed him and left him behind.) 

Then why…

His thoughts were silenced as something broke out of the waves, hopping awkwardly on two fins onto the shore. 

No. Impossible. 

It was like the first time he saw you, except it was midday instead of the dead of night. Seeing you shift, your fur barely covering your body for a few moments, allowing him to drink in the sight. 

Except this time, there was murderous intent in your expression as you wrapped your fur around you in a makeshift dress before marching across the sand. 

Completely oblivious you were being watched. 

(Well, he had to fix that, didn't he?)

Without even thinking, he ran quickly to intercept you. 

Well, he was thinking; but it was more on the fact you were here. Full of the rage he had only seen once before when you confronted the men who stole your furs. 

But you had them, so was that fury… for him? 

‘No,’ Buggy sharply caught himself before he could get his hopes up. The idea that you would be here for him was impossible. How would you have even known he was here? Why would you come to his aid? (Except, his ship was right there. Surely the two were related, right?)

He slowed to a casual stroll for his grand entrance, grinning as he stepped into your line of sight. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" 

You stumbled to a stop, eyes wide with shock. "Buggy?" You spoke after a moment, making his grin widen as he shot you a wink.

"Hey doll. Long time no--"

His words were cut off as you launched yourself at him, Crashing into him with enough force he had to take a step back while you wrapped your arms around his waist tightly, your face buried against his chest. 

Oh. Oh. 

This… this was new. And unexpected. Buggy had to admit, he wasn’t quite sure how to react other than loosely wrap his arms around your shoulders, just waiting for… something. Maybe to wake up and this just to be a dream. (How many times had he dreamt about you in his arms, smiling up at him? So many many times.) 

You… were as soft as he remembered. Smelling like the sea itself and radiating warmth like a sunny beach. Everything he had missed. 

(It was you. It was you, it was you, it was you.) 

"Hey there," He said softly after a moment, allowing himself to squeeze you softly. (God you felt so good.) "What's all this about?" 

"Mohji and Cabaji explained everything,” You explained, voice muffled against his chest. “First those pirates attacking the circus, and then the fiasco with Arlong and this treasure map--"

Ah, so his freaks did know. They probably had been hiding about the tent, waiting for his temper to soften when Arlong’s crew showed up.

"--when they said you were a prisoner. I-I couldn't just stand by. You helped me, and I had to do something." 

There it was. A knife that dug itself into his back and scraped at his heart. Part of him was glad you couldn't see his face as he gritted his teeth, angry at his own foolishness for allowing himself hope. 

You were his sweet little lamb, of course you would have an overdeveloped sense of justice. You were just here because of your morals. 

And not him.

How could he allow himself to get his hopes up? Even for a few moments?

Buggy was almost thankful when the pagoda in the distance started to quake, ending the moment. He forced his smile back in place as he pulled away. "How about we take our exit?" 

Prompt: Old Sayings

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. And well, it was true. You had missed the boat and its crew, and now that you were back you realized how much you had missed it. Being around the pirate crew was so much different than being around those at the Baratie. There had been a… tension at the Baratie. All those people you didn't know, that you couldn't trust because who was to say they wouldn't steal your fur if they realized what you were. 

Here, you knew these people. You could trust that they wouldn't touch your coat. That you were safe. 

But none of that compared to how much you missed Buggy. 

Except he still wasn't the same. 

After stealing a boat to return to the rest of the crew, Buggy took charge and ordered for a swift retreat. Once the crew scattered to guide the massive ship away, Buggy turned to you with a smile on his face that still didn't seem right. 

"Oh, you're actually still here?" He said as he collapsed into the captain's chair,  long legs dangling over the armrest. "Color me surprised. I figured you'd jump overboard yet again without so much as a see ya." 

There was an edge to his voice that didn't settle well with you. A sharpness that felt like a blade curing straight to your heart. He had seemed happy to see you back on the beach. You could still recall being in his arms, feeling like you had finally returned home after such a long time.  That it was where you belonged.

But now you weren't so sure. 

"Do… you want me to leave?" You asked softly, wrapping your arms around yourself as if your fur coat could keep you safe from the feelings trying to drown you. 

His smile fell for a brief moment before returning just as forced as he waved his hand lazily. "Well, it sure didn't seem like you care what I wanted before, sweetheart. So why does it matter now?" 

You were so confused. Hurt. "I-I'm sorry, Buggy. I don't understand?" What was he talking about? Why was he acting like this? 

There was anger, madness, as he suddenly shifted to his feet and lunged towards you. "You don't understand? My little lamb, you left me. No thank you, no goodbye, no nothing." 

Your inner instincts warred with each other as he stalked closer. Run. Fight. This wasn't your friend Buggy, this was a predator. An enemy out for blood. You took a faint step back, lips twitching in an automatic snarl as your body tried to decide on its course of action. 

If anything, Buggy's grin grew wider at your reaction. "After everything; I gave you the best seat in the house for our shows, exclusive backstage privileges, treating you like one of our own. And yet you just jumped ship and swam away. And you don't understand why?" 

"It hurt!" You snapped back, your body deciding on fight as you stood taller with teeth bared. Buggy paused, blue eyes briefly widening in surprise as you took a step closer. "It hurt too much! You were avoiding me and I knew that it was only a matter of time before you made me leave. That you wouldn’t want me on your ship anymore! And I didn’t want to face that!"

"Don’t give me that bullshit! You told me no." He snarled back after he regained his senses, steeping closer until there was less than a foot between you. You hated the fact that he was taller than you, able to glare down and make you feel small. "I offered you a place on my crew, in my circus. And you turned me down."  

"Because I'm smart enough to realize I wouldn't last," You shot back, glaring up at his blue eyes. "I don't know your world, Buggy! I would be useless to you if I joined your crew, let alone your circus! Already some of the crew was tiring of me, and I knew it would only be a matter of time before you would too!" 

Tears stung your eyes as silence hung between you after the tirade, your throat hurting from screaming. Or maybe that was because your heart had migrated upwards, becoming a painful lump. 

All of it was true. All of it had been gnawing at you in the back of your mind that it was a bit of a relief to have it out in the open. Even if it also shredded your heart to admit it as well. 

"Who?" Buggy finally spoke lowly, breaking the silence. He grabs you by the chin, fingers digging into your jaw as he forces you to hold his gaze. There was still fury in his expression, but also an odd sense it was no longer directed at you despite the painful grip. "Who the hell made you think that?" 

"It doesn't matter, it--"

"It matters to me!" He roared, interrupting you. “Because it’s fucking bullshit!” 

Prompt: Gravestone 

Someone was a deadman walking. 

The anger that had been bubbling had erupted at your admission, his whole body shimmering with rage. You. Useless? Whoever made you think that--be it one one of his crew or someone else-- was going to die from making you think that. 

Your words echoed in his head even as he held your face, watching tears seep down your cheeks. It only twisted the knife in his chest at your admission that you thought he would tire of you. That you were useless. That you weren't wanted. 

(He wanted you. He had missed you so much. He needed you.)

"It matters to me," Buggy repeated softly --lowly-- with a faintly sinister smile as his grip became softer. "Because I am going to kill them. Out of all of my freaks, you are the one I wanted by my side. You are the only one I'd be willing to share the spotlight with." 

"I didn't want the spotlight," You whispered after a moment. "I-I just wanted to be by your side. But I was too scared that someday you wouldn't want me there." 

Buggy wanted to kiss you. He wanted to pull you close and never let you go again. Yet he stopped himself before he could. He couldn't endure the heartache again if he was wrong, if he was only seeing and hearing what he wanted. 

"What about your plan to go back home," He asked instead, with a hint of a snarl. "That's all you seemed to care about aftering getting your fur back." 

You glanced away, though your hand came up to hold his against your cheek. "I-I don't know any more. I miss my family but…"

'Say it,' he thought, begged, in his mind, and could only hope it wasn’t plastered on his face how desperate he felt. ‘Say you missed me. Say that you wanted to be here with me more. Say that you love me.'

"I like it here too,” You finally finished softly. “I-I like being with you." 

How could you make him feel like a hundred-million berries and also completely shatter him into dust at the same time? His thumb rubbed across your darkening cheeks, searching your eyes as he soaked in your words. Your gaze. Your touch as you clutched him. 

He had missed you. God how he had missed you. 

"I don't like being teased, little lamb," He murmured. "You're going to have to make a choice."

He loved watching your skin darken further. "Do you want me to stay?" You asked softly, your eyes wide and trusting and pleading. 

Screw it, you were going to kill him. 

He leaned in closer, his nose brushing the top of your ear as he whispered into your ear. "Haven't I made it clear enough?" He ran his fingers through your hair, tugging just slightly and enjoying the feel of you tensing as your breath caught. Maybe, finally, you'd get the picture. "I want you to stay. I want you on my crew. I want you by my side. Any way you want to chop it, slice it, dice it, sweetheart, I want you." 

Your arms wrapped around his waist, pulling yourself close and hiding your face against his shoulder. "I want to stay," You mumbled, words muffled by the fabric of his coat. Buggy allowed a triumphant smile as he returned the gesture, squeezing your soft body tightly against him. "I want to be with you." 

Yes. Yes yes yes! Hearing your laugh was worth more than any gold or jewels as you clung to him.

(You were his gold. His jewel. His treasure.)

He nipped lightly at your ear, wanting to hear you squeal again --to hear that beautiful laugh echo as you struggled playfully in his grasp, your teeth clicking together as you tried to return the gesture and couldn’t reach. 

He was never going to let you go. Never again. 

#opla buggy #buggy x reader #captain buggy #buggy the clown #buggy one piece #op buggy #one piece #one piece live action

[talesfrommedinastation]

My Redneck Neighbor Doug Writes Star Wars Smut/Fluff

Like a true, red-blooded American, I outsourced a task because I'm a lazy piece of shit overworked. I'm trying to write my own Mayday/Phee piece, but in the meantime....LSU absolutely curb stomping Florida last weekend had Doug practically skipping all over the block.

Doug was more than happy to write a piece for you PheeDay fans out there. He's eager to have y'all join his extremely rare of rarepair clubs.

Here y'all go, the Mayday/Phee piece, written ENTIRELY BY TEXT MESSAGE BY A CHUBBY OLD CAJUN ENGINEER NAMED DOUG.

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"Shit? What’s smut? Does it involve butts? It can? Awesome. 

By the way, don’t tell my wife I’m writing this.

Church Lady’s on Coruscant. Sassy Park Ranger’s on break there too, because fuck that BLOND JACKASS and all the Jedi are MIA. They meet in a bar because Church Lady’s gotta watch the Saints game and Sassy Park Ranger found out they have 50 cent wings and he don’t get paid all that well watching the snow with his best friend, Daddy Warcrimes. 

(“The Saints? You know the NFL doesn’t exist in Star Wars land, Doug.” 

“IT’S MY STORY, I WRITE WHAT I WANNA WRITE!”)

She’s all “GOT A NAME, BROWN EYES” and he’s all “THE NAME’S SASSY PARK RANGER BUT YOU CAN CALL ME COMMANDER”. They split a basket of wings, because Church Lady’s got the confidence of a woman who knows where the shallow graves are located, and Sassy Park Ranger likes a woman who can suck a bone or two in front of him while keeping eye contact.

Yeah. If your woman can handle extra hot sauce on the first date you better get a ring ordered ASAP. 

Anywho, he’s so turned on by her eating these wings that he asks her to lick the sauce off his beard. She says treasure hunter’s don’t do that. He says the greatest treasure is found in the most unlikely of places.

So she begins to mouth-ram him and lick all the buffalo sauce off of that face fur. He runs his hands through her hair to see if there’s any weapons in there, because Sassy Park Ranger learned a thing or two in the field and Church Lady’s got dat WHO DAT energy.

You don’t mess with a Creole woman I tell you what and Sassy Park Ranger ain't no fool.  

(SAINTS NATION RISE)

Satisfied that they've freaked out all the aliens and shit at the bar, they end up at Church Lady’s hotel room. They get naked and do it and it’s so hot.

Um, yeah. It’s hot. Yeah. It’s so consensual, because I gotta include that. I don’t wanna get in trouble on the internet. And it's weird writing this out.

Don't tell my wife I'm writing this!

After they do it, Church Lady’s all ‘Let’s watch Space HBO’ and Sassy Park Ranger’s like ‘Yeah’, and they watch that show where white people yell at each other about money*.

They order room service and do it again, this time, in front of the poor droid bastard dropping off their food, because Sassy Park Ranger don’t give a crap and Church Lady likes an audience. Trust me. 

They exchange phone numbers, and text when they can and when they see each other they have wings and then wild-assed booty banging somewhere I don’t know where.

THE END!

("Where does that leave Ryan-from-Accounting? Don't you think Church Lady and him belong together?"

"Ryan-from-Accounting don't deserve that independent, smart woman."

"Oh?"

"He's got his bitch wife Laura and her KIA and his goofy brothers on the HMS Search Warrant. Let Church Lady have a hot bearded tanned park ranger who can lead and mouth off for the fun of it.")

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There you have it folks. I could have asked for more, but I like knowing I can look Doug in the eye when I borrow his snow blower, and like in 'Game of Thrones', Winter is Coming.

I'll try to write my own, I promise!

Tagging some of Doug's greatest fans in here: @amalthiaph @megmca @skellymom @sued134 @merkitty49 @insertmeaningfulusername @thecoffeelorian @eyecandyeoz

Let me know if you'd like to be tagged in the future!

*= I think he meant 'Succession'?

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[neonponders]

Another small part two for @wrecked-fuse ‘s pocketverse ~

Part 1 here ~

(also I’m putting these on ao3 so they’re easy to find.)

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Steve never expected to be in a doll boutique, but his latest, high maintenance residents refused the stiff, itchy clothes that came on commercial dolls. So now he walked around with the two little ones hitching a ride in his shirt pocket. 

It was odd, shopping for tiny and overpriced linen and stretchy knit fabrics. But clothes were clothes, and he kept looking around to make sure onlookers wouldn’t spot the tiny people in his pocket.

“See anything you like?” he whispered, but the replies were not helpful.

“Biwwy, is it scarwy in here?”

“The cwreeps aren’t wreal. But we’wre not tall enough for this.”

He had a point, there. These dolls were simply too big. Steve pivoted toward a section of the store which would arguably be worse: the porcelain harlequin section. But this boutique was organized by doll size, and unfortunately more clothing options went on larger dolls...

Steve sent a harmless smile to the shopkeeper, who eyeballed him suspiciously. His jacket easily covered small Billy and Steve, but their voices were not so easy to mask. Steve hoped the visible ear buds and cord hanging around his face would make anyone think the voices were from the radio.

“What the hell, Steve?”

He sighed. “Ignore the clowns. What about these overalls?”

“How do we piss in overwalls?” Billy retorted.

Steve sighed and continued along the shelves. “How about Grease lightning over here?”

“YEAH!”

“Shhhhhh, sh,” Steve panicked. “Quiet, all right? The owner already thinks I’m going to steal something.”

“Sounds fun,” Billy declared, wiggling in the pocket to get out.

Steve hastily cupped his hands around his shirtfront to catch the daredevils climbing - naked - from his pocket. He set them gently on the shelf and thankfully still had his hands up to catch the doll little Steve promptly knocked over. “Hold ‘im, Steve! I’ll get ‘is pants!”

“Guys, I can just buy the dolls and you can get dressed in the car.”

Tiny Steve paused to give that some thought, where as Billy had already removed a faux leather jacket and put it around his body. “This smells cheap.”

“It’s not real leather. Real would be too stiff with all the stitching. Is it comfy or not?”

“No,” Billy disregarded, throwing the jacket down. Then he pointed past Steve’s shoulder. “I want him.”

He glanced nervously at the shelf behind him, only to lift his eyebrows with relief. “Oh. Fighter pilot, huh?”

He brought the doll over, complete with tiny aviator sunglasses and...real rabbit fur on the bomber jacket collar. Steve groaned inwardly, Mom’s going to kill me.

But Billy’s little mouth dropped into an O of wonder when he touched the jacket. He couldn’t be bothered to take it off the doll, he just hugged the porcelain pilot tight, burying his face in the fur. “This one!”

“Okay, B. Back into the pocket. We gotta pay for it first. Steve? How you doin’?”

“I want this one,” his voice called, and Steve felt a spear of panic in his chest because he couldn’t see him. Then, right out of a horror movie, a doll shuffled across the shelf, knocking others out of the way as little Steve pushed its standing pedestal to the front.

The doll was another Grease model, but it was Danny from the beach scenes in the beginning: light blue jeans, white t-shirt, and pastel blue collared shirt.

From big Steve’s pocket, Billy critiqued, “The other one’s cooler.”

“Hey,” Steve chided softly. “You got the one you wanted. He can have the one he likes.” Then he added to little Steve as he took the doll and offered his other hand to magic carpet him back to his shirt pocket. “I think you have excellent taste.”

“Thank you, Stewie,” he sang, landing in the pocket with a solid tug on his shirt fibers.

Steve took a deep breath, his heart doing that painful pinch again. He tried to hang the discarded jacket on its doll’s shoulder before leaving, and made sure his own jacket hung over his pockets. “Miss? Do I bring the ones I want to the front or do you get them?”

The shopkeeper got a flash in her eye at the use of Miss instead of Ma’am, and came around to assist him. It didn’t get him a discount, though.

#let's get these boys dressed! #harringrove #wrecked-fuse #neonponders #smol squad #pocket!au #pocketverse #ficlet

[sugarcherriess]

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Warnings - Best friends to fuckers, voyeurism, mutual masturbation but like… yeah, using a teddy bear for filthy means but i mean.. thats just a second Jaehyun if you think about it.

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Your pornographic moans slipped through the bedroom door where Hyunjae stood vigilant, waiting for your breaking point to reach its peak before making his presence known.

You on the other hand kept up with your steady rhythm. It was only a few minutes ago when you had gotten a little too needy and a little too alone. But not to worry! The teddy bear your bestest best friend in the world Hyunjae got you was right within arm’s reach!

And what do you know, as soon as you straddled the fluffy bear and brushed your sloppy wet cunt on it, it took all your aches away.

The lewdness of the action only served to make you leak more onto the poor plush toy as your nether lips rubbed on it with uncoordinated fervour. You smeared your juices on the bear with every stroke and it filled you with guilt for ruining a cherished present. Yet your need to cum triumphed against everything.

Humping and grinding against the toy’s fur to your heart's desire, you don’t notice when Hyunjae peaks into the room. With your back to the door, your ass is in direct view and Hyunjae zones in on your point of contact between you and his gracious present. He can see strings of your arousal stick to bear and snap when you pull away far enough. They even twinkle under the dim light of the room and Hyunjae pretends it’s an indirect invitation from you.

“Look at you,” his sudden coo rips a gasp out of you, “Making such good use of my present,” he snorts.

The interference raised your heart beat even more than your fast approaching orgasm did, yet you didn’t stop the rhythm of your hips. Unintentionally, you hump even harder against the, now completely sticky, bear.

“Jaehyun~” your plea is slurred and incomplete. But your twinkling puppy eyes looking at him enamoured Hyunjae.

You rarely ever called him by his government name, only when you were feeling in the mood to be babied by him once in a blue moon and deciding not to beat his ass for treating you like that.

Seeing the golden opportunity laid on his doorstep, Hyunjae takes the leap of faith– maybe today was one of those days you’d let yourself surrender to his whims. Even if the situation was different than usual.

“Want me to take care of you little bunny? Tired of hopping so much and not getting any results?”

Frustrated tears gather in your waterline as your mouth curves into a frown. His sweet tone makes you overlook the fact that he’s the one who interrupted your orgasm but something in the back of your mind still tells you that your techniques aren’t the one to blame. You nod nonetheless, letting him coo at you again whilst pulling you to the edge of the bed.

“Let’s put something in you to help then,”

He keeps you up straight in the same position as before, only this time two of his spit slicked fingers get pushed into your pulsating walls without warning.

You hiss through your teeth at the intrusion and Hyunjae shoves his own face into the curve of your shoulder.

Other hand steady on your hips, he guides you atop the bear, making you push back onto his fingers yourself. He’s pushing you down as soon as you lift and bend yourself to focus on his digits, shaking his head at you.

“Keep riding, baby,”

You nod your head and start grinding against the bear once more, creating a beautiful rhythm of Hyunjae inside you.

He prods at your walls, scissoring his fingers and curling them to find your sweet spot. You aid his efforts by pushing your hips down and twisting on the bear and his hand.

Your own hand gets cupped in Hyunjae’s in the midst of your sloppy movements, then he wraps it around his naked member pressed to your back.

“It’s only fair if I get help too, right?”

You nod at him, not really caring about anything else except your quivering legs.

He guides your pretty hand to collect the precum leaking from his tip and lather it all over his length. This escalates into him using your hand for sliding it up and down his cock along the tempo of your hips.

“Do you know how long I’ve been watching you from the door, little one?”

He moans behind your ear, hand speeding up inside you.

“No, Jaehyunie~”

He hisses at your tone and the loud squelching your lower halves emit.

“I’ve stood there for the past twenty minutes,” he sighs, having to close his eyes when your hand tugs particularly tightly right under his tip, “I saw when you pulled your little panties down your legs, saw the way they stuck to your pussy,”

You can’t help but whine at his unabashed behaviour.

“You got me so hard, had to pull out my cock right there and rub myself until my it was begging to be stuffed into you,”

Your eyes twitch, legs futilely attempting to shut on top of the bear. A pathetic orgasm is ripped out of you as your best friend admits to creeping on you.

“You shouldn’t, nnngh! You shouldn’t spy on people,” you chastise him innocently, turning to look at him.

Hyunjae has half a mind to laugh, but your hand working overtime on his cock under his influence makes him choose a different route.

Shifting the blame on you, his favourite plaything.

“But the door was almost wide open,” he says, giving you the best puppy eyes, “You were basically begging for someone to come in here to push you down and fuck you dumb,”

You shake your head ‘No’ but Hyunjae shakes his head yes.

“Don’t lie to me, bunny. I should’ve known you’re such a cockslut with how you parade around half naked whenever I’m around, begging me to touch and fuck you on every surface of the house,”

You cry when he shoves his cock inside you, cumming there instead of on your pussy lips like he initially planned.

The poor teddy bear’s stitches get pulled out when you dig your fingers into its body to withstand the sudden stretch of your walls.

Expletives roll out his tongue as his cock pulses and sprays your insides white. The excess that leaks out gets spilled onto the poor bear, making cleanup impossible. Which of course upsets you.

And of course Hyunjae notices.

“I’ll get you a thousand of these if I can watch you rub your pretty pussy on them,” he proposes breathlessly before falling on the bed and bringing you down with him.

A/N - I would fuck a table for this man, a bear is nothing.

Taglist - @chewryy @parkhonnie @from-xero @maybeifyoutrieddd @renjun-holic @heednpy @ilovechanhee @asmigirme @woowooju

#hyunjae smut #the boyz scenarios #the boyz hard hours #the boyz drabbles #the boyz smut #hyunjae scenarios #hyunjae drabbles #hyunjae hard hours #tbz smut

[fountainpenguin]

"Turn your face towards the sun... Let the shadows fall behind you..." (x)

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Debut of Criminal Experience today! || Short Story

Chapter 1 - “Wanted”

Read on AO3

Basically a series prequel... Li'l bit Hermitcraft, li'l bit Traffic SMP, li'l bit Naked and Scared

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Mumbo Killsalot Jumbo has never been one to take sides during war. He tends to his llamas, trades freely with his neighbors, and his doors are open to all.

Fellas, is it spoon behavior to not ask more questions when a burned-out phantom hybrid starts hanging around your llama farm? 🤔

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

Criminal Experience ᓵ∷╎ᒲ╎リᔑꖎ ᒷ ̇/!¡ᒷ∷╎ᒷリᓵᒷ 392,861 Minecraft days before Dog's Life

Buzz and Ursula Uno don't know it, but they are (without a doubt) the most pampered llamas in all of Little Sun Valley. Yeah, that's right! He said it: Anywhere in the valley. That even includes the west side of the river, and you best believe he's digging in his heels on that one, mate. His wheat farm's been cranking out results this year… so much so that every time he checks its drops, he's practically up to his armpits in fresh hay. Took ages of iron collecting to craft all the hoppers, but Mumbo earned every bar of that stuff while still adhering to the valley rules of 'no non-essential harm done to passive mobs,' and he counts that as a win.

Double-U and Buzz are spoiled. He'll just say it. They've got the softest, driest straw and he switches it on the daily. He's got glowstone for heat tucked in one corner of every pen and he drops silk touch'd ice blocks in their water to keep it fresh and chilled. Surely even good parents are allowed one or two favorite children, yeah? As long as it's kept under wraps and all that.

I mean, come on… Just look at them. Heh. Even when it's nail trimming day, they can't stand to be apart. They're like two scoops of raw cookie dough, marbled brown and cream fur bundled together in a nest on the dirty floor. Which is… peculiar, actually, seeing as Impulse supposedly swept the barn out while Mumbo took the llamas down for water. Mental note. What's that man been up to?

"Foot," he says, and Double-U plops her pad in his lap. It scatters soil all over his robes, but he can forgive the dirty floor. Impulse went above and beyond this weekend already with the crops. You know, it's not every year a man who'll voluntarily harvest uncraftable blocks for hours just stumbles into your life… Actually, last night Mumbo offered him a few stacks of emeralds for a hard day's labor, but Impulse only laughed, sticking his thumbs in his overall straps.

"What? Can't a guy just want to lend a helping hand?"

And, well… He's a phantom hybrid, so Mumbo let it slide (Phantoms are safe to talk to; it's allay hybrids you don't want to make open-ended deals with). Actually, it's nearly noon. Impulse should be coming up the hill from the farm in just a couple ticks… hopefully with clover and alfalfa in hand. Alfalfa is a massive pain to farm since the rain will wash the redstone dust out sooner than you see it grow, but luckily, he doesn't need much. It's a special treat he'll lightly thread into the feeding trough… because Buzz and Ursula Uno are still the most pampered llamas in all of Little Sun Valley. Possibly the whole Between dimension.

Now, will their glorified loafing shed of a barn win any points for flair? No.

Was his use of maple wood in this build even a little bit unique? Also no. But maple's abundant - maple's efficient - and an entire village of wandering traders can't all be wrong.

Actually, Mumbo thinks, lining the edge of his shears against Double-U's toenails, out of every player hybrid type… I feel like wandering traders must be the MOST knowledgeable people when it comes to block qualities and how well they hold up in certain types of weather. Is that too big of a pat on the back? He's really not that kind of guy. It's just… you know… He and his friends have spent their whole lives swapping stories.

The maple mountain biome is always soaked in rain, but the residents of Little Sun make it work. When the ground's too moist for proper farming, the whole community gets together to lead the animals up the plateau. Everyone pools their harvests and they get by on what farms they still have. Mumbo's spent a solid 600 fresh, clean wet seasons (at least) in the shade of the tweenstone spawn temple, swapping stories and laughing until his stomach hurts. Because even when the rain rinses redstone dust off the farms, everyone in Little Sun still has each other. They have their llamas. They have community.

And when all else fails… they can always go out wandering.

Good fun, that… but some days are meant for sitting on dirty barn floors. Is there any better way to spend a morning than cleaning the toes of the most beautiful llamas in the world, occasionally bouncing ideas for silly redstone ideas off their heads?

"Uh-oh," says a voice at the door. Ah. Mumbo still doesn't have a name for that type of accent, but he definitely knows the man from his volume. Double-U's ears flick up instantly. Mumbo keeps trimming her toenails with gentle brushes of the shears. He doesn't even have to use the F5 cam to know Impulse is hiding behind the barn door, peering around it like a twitchy cat. Mumbo can almost hear the way he hunkers, knees shifting to a crouch. He's got wheat, yeah, because it flutters and whispers when he clutches it to his chest. "Uh… dude? Is that the llama who hates my guts? Or the one who just wants to headbutt me into the void?"

Double-U gets a slithery rumble in the base of her throat. This stirs Buzz into lifting her head and Impulse jolts again.

"No! What? Oh, come on! You really have to have both the llamas who wanna trample me in there?"

Mumbo chuckles. "Double-U's all right with you now, I reckon. I mean, yesterday she let you get within spitting range."

"Yeah! So she could spit." Impulse says the word like it's some sort of ancient curse. Mumbo listens for the scrape of shoes on creaky floorboards, but they never come. Tsk, tsk… Double-U would never hurt anyone who doesn't deserve it. Llamas can sense these things, you know. "My pixels were fritzed for three hours before I got that stuff out."

"Did you really come all the way up here thinking there wouldn't be llamas in the llama barn, mate?"

"Just bringing you wheat," Impulse mumbles back.

[Cnt'd on AO3 - Link at top]

#Hermitcraft #hermitblr #trafficblr #TangoTek #MumboJumbo #impulseSV #Skizzleman #Imp and Skizz #mcyt #ridwriting #apparently art #Wandering Trader #Pixels Imperfect #omg tho Mumbo interview on Imp and Skizz podcast and Decked Out the same weekend?? what. idk what to say the gang's all here #Remember kids be super careful before feeding your only copy of your preview image to the scanner at 5 AM it WILL paper jam and need redraw #Criminal Experience #fic announcement

[pixie-stixx]

May this be love Chapter 2

THIS STORY IS 18+ MINORS DNI

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains themes of SA, abusive relationships, transphobia, drug and Alcohol use

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Things with Valentino had gone down hill fast. He didn't even pretend to love Kieran anymore, Valentino treated him like he was a pet, a trophy. He made Valentino a lot of money. Apparently lots of people want to fuck the prince of hell. It broke Kieran's heart, to know that Valentino never truly loved him. He wished he had seen Valentino for who he really was before he signed his soul away.

1975

It had been almost a year since that day. Church was full grown now, he followed Kieran everywhere he was able and yowled when he couldn't. Kieran was 171 now.

Kieran's problems with drugs had gotten worse. He got a medium to strong cold whenever he went 1-2 days without. Still no one in his family knew about the drugs, Charlie and Lilith did find out about the porn though.

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Valentino had let Kieran have the day off, so Kieran met up with his sister. They were walking down the street. Kieran was telling her about a small mouse Church had found. Charlie listened intently, she was actually interested in his story.

"He let it be for a few days but then Church ate it"

Kieran finished, Church hearing his name, let out a meow, he had a proud look on his face. Charlie looked disturbed.

"He ate it?"

She asked, horrified. Kieran nodded.

"Yeah he left the head on my bed as a present."

"That is so gro-"

Charlie paused as she looked at a poster on a wall, she quickly covered her eyes. The poster was of Kieran's latest porno. His top half was naked, he wore a harness and a collar, luckily he had a pillow covering his crotch. Kieran blushed, his entire face was red.

"I..um I that's…um"

He stuttered not knowing what to say. Charlie kept her hands over her eyes as she spoke.

"Um that's an interesting picture Kir"

She said trying to stay positive.

"I'm sorry Char, that I didn't tell you."

Kieran whispered, he really didn't know what else to say. Charlie uncovered her eyes, she smiled at him, looking right into his eyes, trying not to look at the poster again.

Kieran's eyes filled with tears. He wanted to tell Charlie about everything that had happened in the past two years, about everything Valentino had done. But he hugged her instead. Charlie let out a surprised squeak. Kieran almost never initiated physical contact. He usually hated it, so Charlie savored this moment and hugged him tight.

"It's okay! It's just not what I expected to see"

She laughed awkwardly. "But I love you. And if this is what you want to do then I'm proud of you."

Kieran and Valentino were at a club. Valentino was high off his ass, not really paying attention, Kieran was glad, but he was incredibly bored. Valentino had made Kieran leave Church at home, the cat had a disdain of anyone who wasn't Kieran, but he had a particular hatred for Valentino, always hissing when Valentino was near, and clawing at his wings.

Charlie ended up telling Lilith, she didn't seem to care. She never really did when it came to Kieran.

~~

Something caught Kieran's eye, it was a giant Millipede, moving along the floor. He thought for a moment about how it ended up in the club. Kieran got up and went after it, not wanting the bug to get trampled, Kieran got to his knees and gently picked it up.

Someone tripped over Kieran, they hadn't seen him. Kieran put the bug in his pocket. Kieran didn't really want to touch the person, but he knew it was polite, so he reached his hand to help them up.

"I am so so sorry I didn't-"

"Some male spiders want to be eaten, the male force feeds himself to the female by placing himself into her jaw. If she spits him out, he'll keep placing himself there until she eats him"

Kieran froze when they made eye contact. The person was a spider demon, with four arms, white fur with pink dots, mixed matched scalares, and pink irises. Kieran felt like everything froze for a moment, as they just stared at each other. Golden Butterflies fluttered around Kieran's head, the man smiled a bit and tilited his head.

Kieran blurted out without thinking. The person gave a small smile, as Kieran helped him up.

"Well i definitely don't want to be eaten…not like that anyway"

The man joked, chuckling a bit. There was no hint of annoyance or distain at Kieran for blurting out the fact, he seemed genuinely amused.

Kieran put his hand behind his back and made a golden rose appear. He presented it to him.

"I'm sorry I tripped you…I'm Kieran."

The person smiled and took the rose. He had heard of Kieran, or rather "Pixie stixx" But he didn't mention that.

"Thank you. My name's Anthony."

He admired the rose for a moment.

"How did you do that?"

Kieran looked surprised he was interested, and smiled.

"My dad taught me. He's really good at magic and that kind of stuff."

Kieran said, illuminating a ball of golden light in his hand. Anthony looked amazed, he had been in hell a long time, but he had never seen something so beautiful.

"Why were you on the floor anyway?"

Anthony asked curiously, when the ball of light disappeared. Kieran pulled the Millipede out of his pocket, the bug had just been sitting in there, he showed it to Anthony.

"I saw this Millipede on the floor and didn't want it to get stepped on. It has eyes, but it can't see at all I don't think. This one has 62 rings, and two pairs of legs on each."

Kieran explained as he let the bug crawl on his arm. Anthony didn't care much for bugs, but he thought it was cute how entranced Kieran was with it.

Anthony held his hand out for Kieran to grab. Kieran was hesitant, touching people usually made his skin itch, but it didn't feel that way when he touched Anthony's hand earlier… It felt nice. So he grabbed Anthony's hand.

"Do you like to dance?"

Anthony asked suddenly. Kieran paused and put the bug back in his pocket.

"I do"

The two of them danced, they swung arms and spun each other. It was fun to dance with someone who had so many limbs, Kieran hadn't smiled this much in a long time, and they both laughed a lot, it was nice. It was like the world fell away as they danced, paying no mind to anyone but themselves.

It was almost one in the morning when Valentino finally came down from his high and noticed Kieran had left. He squared his jaw, and looked around for him. When he spotted Kieran he smirked, he was dancing with a spider demon.

Valentino gave a fake smile and held Kieran. Kieran was confused, Valentino normally would have slapped him, or pulled his hair at the least, but now he didn't seem upset at all. Kieran realized it was just a front, but he wanted to know why.

Angel spun Kieran, accidentally knocking him right into Valentino, who had snuck up behind them. Kieran let out a yelp.

"Sorry Val!"

"It's alright, Principito. Who's your friend?"

It became clear to Kieran what Valentino was doing. He wanted Anthony to work for him too. Before Kieran could respond, Anthony answered.

"I'm Anthony."

He smiled, holding his hand out. Valentino shook it, and laid a kiss on it. Kieran felt a sense of deja vu, like he was looking in a mirror, back to when he had first met Valentino.

It had been a few months since then, Valentino and Anthony had gotten closer, Kieran hadn't had a chance to be alone with Anthony to warn him, Valentino made sure of that. Kieran kept the Millipede in a tank, with damp soil, shelter, with decaying wood, fruits, and grass clippings for it to eat. Valentino didn't know Kieran had kept the bug, or about the other bugs he kept in his room.

As they continued to talk, Kieran bit his lip, he wanted to warn Anthony not to get involved with Valentino, but he couldn't, not with him standing right there.

~~

Valentino's charm was working fast on Angel, Kieran felt an odd sense of jealousy, Valentino used to act that way with Kieran. But now Kieran was just his toy. Kieran thought he hated Valentino, but maybe he still felt some love for him, and it hurt to see Valentino treat Anthony like he used to treat him.

It seemed though, that Anthony wasn't as innocent as Kieran had been when he met Valentino. Anthony had told them that his family had been in the mob, and he had died of an overdose in 1947.

Kieran and Anthony hadn't gotten much interaction since that night, they had occasional conversations at the clubs, never alone. Kieran wondered if Anthony felt the connection he had the day they danced. If Anthony thought about Kieran as much as Kieran did about him. Kieran realized though, this infatuation was what got him stuck with Valentino in the first place, so he tried not to think about it much.

Anthony was a little disappointed he hadn't gotten to be alone with Kieran, something about him was intriguing to Anthony. Perhaps it was the magic, or his seemingly endless knowledge of bugs, or the demonic looking cat that seemed to always be at his side. Something about the man kept his attention.

They were at the club tonight. Valentino was sitting with an arm around Anthony telling him about his latest porno. It was making a lot of money, mostly because Kieran was in it, Anthony hadn't seen this one yet. He was intrigued, it sounded like easy money, and Valentino seemed to be a nice boss. Kieran was letting a beetle crawl on his arm. He seemed to be ignoring everyone else.

Anthony had also gotten close to Kieran's Boyfriend? Boss? He wasn't really sure which. Valentino was charming, and much more bold and forthcoming than the timid Kieran. They often met up at clubs, they would drink and do drugs. Something Anthony had noticed is that Kieran rambled when he was high, drunk, or both, about anything, mostly bugs, sometimes his family. One night he cried about how he wished his mother loved him as much as she loved his sister. Valentino seemed to tune Kieran out when he spoke, but Anthony always tried to listen.

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Valentino looked grossed out by the bug. He didn't understand why Kieran liked them so much. He hated how much he talked about them. He felt like embarrassing Kieran, so he smirked and turned to Anthony.

Kieran blushed madly, he was a porn star, and of course he knew lots of people watched his pornos, but he had never met those people, it was strange to sit near someone who watched one, and had seen him so intimately. It was different from Valentino's other worker, who had also seen him like that. Kieran didn't know why it was different, it just was.

"You know, Kireran makes the prettiest noise when he's getting fucked, such pathetic little whines."

Valentino said, giving Kieran's hip a pinch, causing Kieran to let out a yelp. Anthony smirked a bit.

"Oh I know, I've heard them"

Kieran frowned suddenly and looked down at the bug on his arm. Doubt and insecurities filled him, maybe that was why Anthony had offered to dance with him that night, maybe he thought Kieran was easy because he was a porn star, and he'd get laid.

Kieran tuned out the conversation again. Maybe Anthony would pay Valentino, and Kieran would have to fuck him, it wouldn't be the first time someone did that. It wasn't happening yet, so Kieran continued to play with the beetle. Valentino went to the bar to get more drinks. Leaving Kieran and Angel alone for the first time in weeks.

"What kind of bug is that?"

Anthony asked. Usually Kieran would let the information be known whether someone asked or not, but he hadn't today. Kieran furrowed his brow. He still wasn't sure if Anthony just wanted to sleep with him or not.

"I'm not gonna fuck you, because you pretend to listen to me"

Kieran said bluntly. Anthony looked stunned.

"That's not why I was asking"

Kieran looked confused.

"Why are you asking then?"

"I'm interested. Is that so hard to believe?"

Anthony answered him truthfully.

"Only my dad and sister are ever interested"

Kieran mumbled, but now he had a small smile on his face.

"You should stay away from Val. He's not as good as you think."

Kieran didn't get the chance to elaborate, because Valentino sat back down, handing a drink to Kieran and one to Anthony. Valentino always treated Kieran nicely when Anthony was around. He couldn't let Anthony see what a monster he was before Valentino got his soul after all.

It was two months later when Valentino decided to make the deal. He and Anthony were at the studio, Kieran was in his room. Valentino was showing Angel around. He made sure everything looked polished, and nice. He had made the assistants clean up all the bodily fluids that the shoots left behind.

Anthony started to think about what Kieran had said. It was cryptic, and he wished Kieran had been able to explain, maybe Kieran was jealous, and wanted Anthony to back off? He wasn't sure. Kieran had gone back to watching the bug, and occasionally sipping his drink.

~~

"You know Anthony. You could make a lot of money working for me."

Valentino said stopping in front of one of Kieran's posters, it was from one of Kieran's latest pornos, he was sitting on his hind legs, with his arms to his chest, ears and a collar like a dog, his back was to the Camera, with his head turned. Anthony had to admit Kieran looked hot.

"You think so?"

Anthony asked. He hadn't given much thought to the warning Kieran had given him, not since that night.

It all sounded perfect to Anthony. Money, fame, shelter, and all he had to do was sign the paper. He thought about it for a long while. Valentino blew another cloud of red smoke into his face.

"I'll make you a star, you'll be richer than you can imagine, make all your dreams come true

you'll be one of the biggest pornstars in my studio, all of Hell will know your face. You'll have money, security, a nice place to stay, everything you need. In exchange, you'll just need to sign your soul"

Valentino said, wrapping an arm around Anthony, blowing red smoke in his face.

Anthony's mind was foggy from the smoke, as he made his decision. He signed the paper. Not knowing he had just made the worst mistake of his entire life.

A few weeks later, Anthony had filmed a few pornos under the stage name "Angel Dust". He had asked everyone to call him that, instead of Anthony now, Kieran wasn't sure why. He had a new golden tooth. Kieran wasn't sure if he had it placed willingly, or if Valentino had knocked out his real tooth like he did to Kieran, Angel did get gifted a new pet piglet, he named Fat Nuggets, so Kieran guessed it was the latter.

Kieran knew the deal had been done when Anthony moved in a few days later. Kieran felt guilty, he felt he should have tried harder to stop Anthony from getting close to Valentino.

~~

Kieran and Angel hadn't filmed together yet. But they did get to hang out more now that Valentino wasn't worried about Kieran dissuading Angel from a deal. Church and Fat Nuggets got along really well, they could often be seen playing together. Church wasn't really sure about Angel, he swatted at him sometimes, but tolerated him more than Church did most people.

Right now Kieran was sitting in the living room watching Church and Fat Nuggets play, they were chasing each other, Fat Nuggets occasionally nipping at the cat, who would swat at him in return. Angel was sitting with Kieran, smiling at the animals.

Kieran broke the silence and whispered.

"Why did you make the deal? I warned you not to."

Angel looked at Kieran, he didn't really know what to say, Valentino had been so nice to him, so charming and persuasive.

"Honestly I thought you were jealous. I thought you were upset, Valentino was flirting and paying attention to me."

Angel answered after a while. Kieran raised an eyebrow.

"I was a little jealous, but that's not why I warned you."

Angel touched his mouth gently, where his new gold tooth was. In the past weeks Valentino had dropped the act he had put on to lure Angel in, and he saw how badly he treated his employees, including Kieran. He hadn't gotten the brunt of Valentino's anger yet, he had only been hit one so far.

"I know that now"

#angel dust x oc #angel dust #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #angel dust x oc x husk #huskerdust #husk x oc #fat nuggets #vaggie #sir pentious #hazbin alastor #ftm character #lucifer morningstar #lilith morningstar #hazbin valentino #hazbin fanfic #18+ only #original character #cherri bomb #may this be love #Kieran morningstar

[fahbev]

@whumper-in-training

ok I don’t know how long my caption is allowed to be, but here it is! The promised fan art! I REFUSE to be self-deprecating here because I actually do like these a lot. Basically, I read this amazing story called ACP- The Agency for Cryptids and the Paranormal, (https://whumper-in-training.tumblr.com/post/673130936584568832/acp-the-agency-for-cryptids-and-the) and I totally fell in love with the character of Zak. This STORY MAN! It broke my heart in half and then lovingly stitched it back together, like multiple times, and I think that’s the ESSENCE of a good story. So yeah I made fan art. 

I was in the car on a fairly long trip, and I had my sketchbook, and I was like, hey, what should I draw? Fuck it i’m drawing Zak. So I drew Zak. I originally didn’t want to deal with how the hoodie would work with all the weird perspective and just gave him a tee-shirt, but then I yelled at myself: “COWARD! Draw the hoodie!” And so I erased the shirt and drew a hoodie. I figure that the hoodie in the picrew isn’t how the hoodie actually looks, it’s just the closest approximation you can get with a picrew, so I put an alien on it because yes. While I was drawing it though, I hit a fork in the road with the pose. I was going to draw him with his hand clawed and the other on his hip, but then I was like “what if he had his arm up instead?” And so I made two versions.

I drew werewolf Zak hell ya! I spent FOREVER inking this. Okay if was only like two hours, but inking is kinda boring and thus I procrastinated, and so it took me like three days to ink it. It took much longer than usual Bc I went over each line a bunch of times to make it look like fur/hair/eyelashes, but you can’t even see it Bc the colors are so dark! Argh! Usually color more than doubles the amount of time I spend on a drawing, but this time I just quickly threw down some color in only like an hour! I was so sure I was gonna say, “it’ll be quick” and then spend another six hours on it, because that ALWAYS happens, but it actually WAS quick so yes.

Last but not least, I drew the gang all together! Technically I drew this second, and colored it first, but you get the idea! This drawing filled me with all the happy chemicals the whole time making it y’all. After several hours it kinda wore off, but every time I zoomed in on Max’s face I got a fresh rush of serotonin. I decided to draw that one scene where they all fall asleep together because it was SO WHOLESOME! I wanted to draw the whole group, but didn’t know what kind of context to do. Then I scrolled through the blog, found that scene, reread it and was like “yes! That’s the one!”. And so I drew it. I did have to look up “do Muslim women sleep with their hijabs on?” And i’m glad it was a google search and not asking a real person Bc the response I found was basically: “No, you dumbass! Why would we do that? That makes no sense-” and several sarcastic responses to the same question on Quora and i’m just like: “:’D” I did look into it a bit more and realized the hijab has to stay on Bc while they are like family, they’re still not her mahrams. Also I figure that if I was gonna post this, even if she was alone, drawing her without it would kinda be violating her privacy yk? Like i’m exposing her for the whole internet to see. Kinda like drawing her naked would be. Anyway, I love this drawing, hope you love it too!

Ok, still keep your expectations to an army crawl because I never finish stuff, but fanfic is in the works. I am probably gonna wait until it’s finished to post it though, that way I can edit things and change earlier chapters. Also! I’m a total novice writer! So it’s probably crap! I don’t care! I have this policy that I would always rather make the cringe fanfic, wear the ugly clothing, make the stupid drawings, the cursed memes, shout all the embarrassing shit, do all the dumb things that teenagers do (as long as it’s not harmful or permanent obvi), sing all the bad karaoke, embarrass myself a TON, etc, and regret it later, cringe so hard in ten years, than to never let myself do anything, constantly hold back, never reach my full potential and regret THAT in ten years. Thank you for listening to my TED Talk. I still might very well be too shy to post it though ahhhhh. For some reason i’m WAY more shy online than irl, that makes no sense. Like I can walk up to a random person and talk to them no prob, but I get super anxious going in someone’s ask box. Maybe Bc I can’t read their body and face language like that? Idk. Like I said, just don’t expect anything.

#not tagging this bc I kinda don’t want anyone to see-

[naruto--imagines]

The Beast [Part 2]

[Part 1]

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The smoke settled, and above you is a random male, an attractive male, but a strange male indeed. Your arms were still wrapped around him as you calmly asked.

“Who are you?”

“Are you kidding? You just said it.” He barked with a laugh.

“A-akamaru?” You stuttered out, as you pulled your arms away from him.

“Yeah,” he growled at the loss of the contact “at least, that’s what you called me. The name's Kiba though.” He said with a smirk.

“Okay Kiba, what happened to you. And why were you a dog.? And why are you no longer a dog?” The questions rolled off your tongue in quick succession.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, one question at a time,” Kiba said, placing one clawed finger against your lips. He sat up and moved off of you while stretching out his limbs. It was at this point you were able to get a good look at him, at all of him. His hair was jaw length and shaggy, his eyes were dark and sharp, he had red triangles on his face, and his body could be described as lean and fit, with just a bit of fat on him.

“Y-you’re naked.” You obviously pointed out.

“Yeah, didn’t bother you before,” Kiba said with a smirk.

"W-well, now it does!" You shouted as you threw the blanket from your lap to cover him. You got off the couch and moved to the bathroom, a blush hugging your cheeks. You grabbed the robe from the back of the bathroom door and came back out to throw the item at the nude man in your living room. With a pout on his face, Kiba stood up and slid into the robe tying it closed enough that he was covered, but still showing some skin.

"Back to the questions I had, explain." You prompted sitting down on the couch once more.

"Hmm, where to begin," Kiba pondered as he stretched out in a manner similar to what he would do as a dog. He crawled over to you, placed the blanket back across you, and promptly placed himself into your lap, nuzzling his face into your legs and wrapping his arms around your midsection. The scene is very familiar with how the two of you used to relax. But this has a different connotation to it, and you are the farthest thing from relaxed.

"Well, needless to say, I pissed off the wrong person," Kiba mumbled out. "Some, witch I guess, cursed me because of something stupid I said." His voice trailed off, and he tightened his grip on you.

"Before this happened, I wasn't the nicest person in the world. I used to be set off by the smallest things. I was always ready to fight, and it was to the point where I was always looking for a fight. It didn't help that I would say the first thing that came to my mind, some of what I said was real mean too." At his saddened voice you relaxed into his embrace, paying more mind to the tale he was telling you than your own discomfort.

"So one night. I'm in a real sour mood. And some old hag-" He cut himself off, "An older, unpleasant looking lady, asks me a question, I don't even remember what it was, and I go off on her. Spewing every mean name I can muster." He pauses once again, contemplating his next set of words. Wanting to comfort him, you move your hands to his head and run your fingers through his hair (almost like you did when he had fur and two ears). Kiba takes a stuttering breath and continues on.

“The next thing I know, she has a wicked smirk on her face. She mumbles some words and then blows some green dust in my face. When the smoke cleared I was about a foot tall. I ran home on four legs fully whimpering. My sister found me, she was a vet at that time, so she was concerned to find a healthy puppy whining the way I was. Hana brought me home and took care of me. I did everything I could to get them to realize that it was me, but they never did. Eventually, the cops were called, and mom filed a missing person report. Nothing came of it obviously. I was standing right in front of her and she didn’t know it.”

“I stuck around for a while longer, trying and trying to get them to realize what had happened. But it was no use. Eventually, I had to leave though. I wasn’t aging like a normal dog. I was growing at a significantly reduced rate. So I went into hiding. I mainly stuck to wooded areas, I hunted when I needed to eat, found cover when I needed to sleep, and occasionally traveled into towns when I needed to be near other humans. I spent the last 50-years like that.” Kiba’s fingers gripped you harder, his whole body tensing up before his next words.

“My mom died thinking that I was dead in a ditch somewhere.” He grumbled into your lap.

Your heart lurched at the new information. Tears had come to your eyes listening to Kiba’s broken voice. You wrap your arms around him as best as you can and lean against his back. With a shaky voice, Kiba said,

“Thank you for saving me.” And that broke the dam, the two of you sat and silently cried for a while. You both took some calming breaths and you sat back up to look down at him.

“I’m glad that I did too.” You said, giving him a smile.

Early the next day, you quickly ran down to a local clothing store as soon as it opened and got a few outfits for Kiba to wear (might look a little weird if you had a naked man hanging out). You got back and quickly threw the clothes at him.

“Get dressed. We’re going on a trip.” You told him.

“Going where?” He asked as he sat up.

“It’s a surprise. Now get dressed!” You yelled going to the kitchen to make a packed lunch for the two of you.

Once you were both dressed and ready for the day, you quickly drug him from the apartment, locked the door, and headed down to the train station.

Kiba quickly grabbed the food bag from you and placed his hands on your shoulders, turning you to face him.

“Will you please tell me where we are going?” Kiba asked, a firm pout on his face.

“To your hometown. You said that it’s been 50 years since you went back there right? I think it’s time to go back.” You explain to him.

“What!? Why? There is nothing back there for me. My mom is dead and what are the odds that Hana is still there? I wouldn’t stick around after what happened!” Kiba was yelling, drawing the attention of passersby, as he paced the platform. Quickly, you grabbed his hands in yours, they were trembling and his chest was heaving.

“Kiba, look at me.” You said in a soothing tone. “We do not have to do this, but I do think it would be good for you. People need closure, and say we get there and Hana isn’t there, say she moved on, then I think you can too. At the very least we can go and visit your mom’s grave. Or we can go somewhere else. It is up to you.” You explained to him.

Kiba took a shuddering breath and leant his head against yours. His eyes were closed and soon his breathing evened out with each breath. After a few minutes in silent thought, he opened his eyes again and nodded at you.

“Let’s go then.” He firmly said with a look of conviction.

The train showed up and the two of you found a seat next to each other. Kiba laced his fingers with yours and held tight (honestly if you were out of the public eye, you bet he would be curled under your chin similar to how he did in dog form when a firetruck passed by). The farther the train traveled, the tighter his grip got. Finally, you pulled into the station and you had to pull your hand free of his.

“I adore you Kiba, I really do, but you will have to ease up unless you want a trip to the E.R. to be added to our day out.” You told him as you stood up.

“Sorry, I didn’t think I was this nervous.” Kiba replied as he followed you out of the train car.

“It’s okay.” You said, you laced your fingers back with his and started to walk out of the train station. “Does any of this look familiar?” You asked him, as you took in the scenery around you. Kiba sat in silence and looked around for a while.

“Yeah,” He slowly said, “let’s go this way.” Kiba began tugging you down the street. As you two walked down the street Kiba pointed out different places. ‘That used to be the burger place we would hang out at’, ‘I stayed out way too late at park way too often’, ‘My friends family used to own that garage and we would hang out and fix our cars’, so on and so forth.

The sun was high in the sky and late afternoon was approaching when you pulled Kiba to another park and sat down to eat. The two of you sat and ate until the food was gone. Then you just sat.

“How are you feeling?” You asked him.

“Better than I thought I would have.” Kiba replied with a smile. He sat there a while longer before he had a firm look cross his face. Kiba glanced around the park. Quickly, he shoved everything back into the bag, grabbed your hand, and started to drag you along with him down a gravel path. He was jogging at first, but soon picked up pace into a run, you diligently followed behind him.

You two then stumbled across an older building. You stood beside Kiba, both of you panting, and observed the wooden building. ‘Inuzuka Veterinary Clinic’ was scrawled across the front. From the outside, you could see that it is a two-story building. It looked like the bottom was the clinic, and the top may have been a place for someone to live. The sound of a bell “jingling” drew your attention. You watched as a mom and her daughter exited the building, the daughter holding a puppy in her arms.

“Thank you again Seta-san. You’re a lifesaver.” The mom gushed as they turned to leave.

In the doorway then stood a man that looked a lot like Kiba, only older with grey hair and stress lines.

“No worries Yuki, I’m always glad to help. Keep him hydrated, wet food for the next few days and he should be back to normal.” The man said as he waved them off. You and Kiba watch the man flip over the sign to read ‘closed’ and then walk down the sidewalk to the mailbox. As he was checking the mail, two people came walking down the path opposite of you and Kiba, a boy about your age and an older woman.

“Ah, mom! How was your walk?” The older man asked.

“Pleasant as alway Kai.” The older woman said. When he heard her speak, Kiba’s grip tightened on your hand again. “We got some groceries, then we went to that new ice cream parlor that opened up.”

“Excellent,” Kai replied, “We should get you in and get some dinner started then, Kiba what did you grab at the store?” Hearing the name, your Kiba took in a shuddering breath.

“Chicken for tsukune, grandma Hana’s favorite.” The boy replied, holding up the grocery bag. Having seen the scene unfold, Kiba was ready to leave. He moved to turn and stepped on a branch causing a ‘snap’ to ring out across the space.

“Who’s there!” Kai called moving to stand in front of the other members of his family. You squeezed Kiba’s hand back and gave him a questioning look. He let out a shuddering breath and tugged you with him into the light of the setting sun.

“Sorry, ‘bout that, uh, we were just passing through.” Kiba said with a soft smile on his face. When you two fully stepped out into the vision of the other three, there was an audible gasp that rang out.

“Kiba.” The older woman said, she drew the eyes of everyone nearby.

“Yeah grandma?” The boy beside her asked. Hana, shook her head and moved into your space.

“No, Kiba, my baby brother. Is it you?” She asked as she placed two wrinkled hands on the side of your Kiba’s face and gently caressed it. Kiba nodded at her with tears in his eyes. “But how? We thought you had died.” Hana whimpered out, tears streaming down her face too.

“It’s a long story, sis.” Kiba said as he let go of your hand to grab onto his sister’s, “And I don’t even know if you would believe me.”

“Of course we don’t believe you.” Kai said as he gently pulled Hana away from you. “What kind of a sick prank is this? You take advantage of my mother by pretending to be her brother who died? How disgraceful of you.” His voice raised in level as he was berating you two.

“I don’t know dad, he looks just like you.” Kiba said as walked up behind Hana and his father.

“Please, I promise, I can explain everything. Hana, when you were 6-years old you saved 3 wolf puppies from these woods. You raised them with mom’s help, and they followed you everywhere. Even to school. You called them the ‘three Haimaru brothers’, and you loved each one of them. Then, when you were in your 20’s, one of them got sick. They were all so old, it was only a matter of time. But, after the first one died, the other two quickly followed. A phenomenon observed in animals with close relations. I was 16, and I sat with you after we buried them. You were so upset, and all I could do was sit beside you and hold your hand while you cried.” Kiba quickly explained.

A moment of silence hovered through the air.

“Kiba!” Hana exclaimed moving forward once more to wrap her brother in her arms. “It is you.” She sobbed.

Kiba wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly.

“I’m sorry I was gone for so long.” He whispered into the top of her head.

“I just, how? How are you here?” Hana shakely asked.

“It’s gonna sound crazy Hana, but I was cursed.” Kiba barely got out

“Okay, that is enough, please let go of my mother, we are not listening to this anymore.” Kai said.

“Well he’s not wrong.” A new voice said. You all turned and saw a beautiful woman appear from the woods. From the corner of your eye you saw Kiba’s skin turn a pale color, and watched as he tightened his grip on Hana. “Kiba, good to see that you have finally matured.” The woman said.

“Who are you.” The other Kiba asked from beside his father. “And where did you come from.”

“So many questions,” The woman drawled, “but if you would actually like to know. My name is not important, and where I come from is also not noteworthy. However, I will make you privy to something else.” She continued with a smirk, all while walking toward your group, “I take spoiled, little boy and girls, and I teach them important lessons. Kiba here, was one of my longest running cursed friends.” One moment she was standing in front of you all, and the next she was behind you. She clasped your shoulders in her hands and pulled you close to her.

“And you my dearest. You managed to see through that mangy and aggressive demeanor. I guess a dog is too good of a creature. Not enough people overlook them.” She purred into your ear.

“Get away from us!” Kiba yelled, pressing Hana behind him and taking a step toward you.

“Ah, ah, ah, Kiba. Not so fast.” The woman warped her arm around your neck and pulled you closer to her. “You remember what happened last time you hurt my feelings. We wouldn’t want something to happen to your friend now would we?”

“Please, I am begging you, don’t hurt them. I know what I did was wrong, and unfair to you. I learned my lesson. Please let them go. Let us all go, you don’t need to do this.” Kiba pleaded.

“Your begging is music to my ears.” The woman said with a smile. “Alright, you’re forgiven this time.” The woman laughed out and pushed you forward into Kiba’s arms. As soon as you were within reach, Kiba constricted his arms around you and secured you to him. “But remember what is at stake next time Kiba, you wouldn’t want to be stuck as a pup again.” The witch said before disappearing in a cloud of grey smoke.

The smoke settled, and the five of you were left looking at each other.

“What, just, happened?” Kai asked.

“I think we just got confirmation that he is who he says he is.” Young Kiba replied to his equally shell shocked father.

“Are you okay?” Kiba asked you, while brushing the hair out of your face. You gave him a firm nod and a reassuring smile.

“Now that that is over, let’s all go inside and have some tea. While those boys make dinner.” Hana said as she ushered everyone back to the house. Kai and Young Kiba got started on dinner while you, Kiba, and Hana drank some tea and talked about Kiba’s experiences.

“For almost a year now we’ve been living together, and just yesterday the curse was finally lifted.” Kiba finished the story and placed his hand on top of yours. Hana smiled at the two of you and grabbed your free hand in hers.

“Thank you for saving my brother.” She said with a smile on her face. “I was 26 when he disappeared. Our mom passed away soon after Kai was born. She always pretended to be fine, but she picked up smoking, and then when they declared Kiba as a cold case, she sorta gave up. Having Kai made things easier on her, but he wasn’t her son.” Hana sadly explained. “The Kai had my grandson, and decided to name him in your honor. And does the name fit. He reminds me of you, only a bit more tempered” She said with a smile and an easy laugh.

“Well sis, I am glad to see that you are doing well. And that you were able to find peace while I was gone.” Kiba said in response.

“I am at more peace now that you are back.” Hana reaffirmed. The three of you talked some more (Hana was ecstatic to learn about your interest in veterinary science) before dinner was served.

You all ate and talked some more before you called it a night. You gave Hana your phone number and told them to call whenever. Then you and Kiba made your way back to the train and headed home.

Once back at your apartment, Kiba grabbed your hands and moved to the couch. He sat down and pulled you into a hug.

“Thank you for supporting me today.” He whispered into your hair. You wrapped your arms around him and gripped him tightly.

“I will always be here for you.” You told him.

That night, the two of you fell asleep on the couch still wrapped in one another’s arms. Kiba had his family back, and you two were ready to pursue the relationship that was forming between you.

______________________

Bonus:

In the Springtime, you graduated from veterinary school, and you and Kiba made the decision to move closer to his family. You worked for the Inuzuka clinic as the on the go vet. You would drive out to those that couldn’t easily make it to you, or when larger animals were involved. Kai and Hana were happy to have you to help with this.

Kiba Seta was off to school in the Fall, and your Kiba took over the office work that his Great Nephew had been doing. Most people were confused by the new face with the same name, but quickly got over it. Kiba’s cover was a distant relative to Hana, here to help out with the clinic while her grandson was away. Given that he no longer had any identifying paperwork now, this was really the only job he could do.

Presently, your anniversary with Kiba was tomorrow night, and you still didn’t have a great gift for him. At the moment, you were on call to one of the smaller dairy farms in the area. Many of the cows were pregnant for the first time, and their farmer wanted one final check up on them before it was time for the calves to be born. You quickly made your way through the six cows he had and gave him the all clear.

“Give me a call when they go into labor and I will be out to help.” You explained as you packed up your gear.

“Thanks for all your help,” The farmer said, “I hear you’re off the next couple of days to celebrate with that boy of yours.” You laughed at his description of Kiba.

“Yeah, nothing major, just celebrating our anniversary.” You told him.

“You got a gift picked out?”

“Ah, not really. Nothing quite seemed right to get ya’know?” You explained. The farmer sat in thought for a moment before he beckoned you to the horse stables. You followed him and once inside he led you to the last stable where his dog Ume usually slept. Laying in the hay of the stable was Ume and a smaller pup right next to her.

“If you want him, you can take him. He was the runt of the litter and no one else wanted the poor pup. All his siblings were adopted, and Ume doesn’t show much interest in him either.” The farmer solemnly explained to you.

You knelt down in the hay, drawing the attention of Ume and the pup. At seeing a new human, the pup joyfully trotted over and began sniffing and licking at you. Happy with meeting you, the pup began to bounce, bark, and wag his tail. You laughed at the antics of the pup before looking back up at the farmer.

“Are you sure it’s okay to take him?” The farmer nodded in response.

“You and your family are good people, I know he will be in good hands.” The farmer told you with a smile. So you scoop up the pup and take him with you to your car. Placing him in one of the spare carriers, you strap him in, wave goodbye to the farmer, and make the drive home.

On your way back to your’s and Kiba’s home, you stop by a pet shop and grab what you need for the pup; food, bowls, a collar, toys, and a name tag. With a snicker, you type the name into the machine, once the tag is engraved you attach it to the collar and then place the collar on the pup.

You beat Kiba home, and quickly stash all of the new things you just purchased. With the pup in your arms, you start working on dinner while you wait for your boyfriend to get home.

You don’t wait long.

The front door opens and you hear an “I’m Home!” as Kiba walks in. You set the pup down on the ground and watch as it tears out of the kitchen and rounds the corner to where your boyfriend would be.

“Well hello little one, where did you come from?” You laugh at Kiba’s question and also exit the kitchen. You observe your boyfriend holding the white pup with adoring eyes.

“He’s yours now, happy anniversary love.” You tell him with a smile. Kiba looks at you and quickly grins at the news.

“Really!” He asks, hugging the pup. “I guess you need a name then huh little guy.”

“He may already have one.” You teasingly say, “check out the collar.” You point out. Kiba quickly looks at the fabric loops around the pup’s neck, then looks at you, unimpressed.

“Akamaru, seriously?” Kiba asks deadpanned.

“Well, I think it’s cute, it reminds me of when we first met. What better name could he have.” You tell him with a lugh. Kiba continues to pout at you and you can only laugh. You walk up to his side and wrap your arms around him.

“I guess it can stay. Welcome home Akamaru.” Kiba tells the pup who happily barks in response. You smile at your two boys, and lean up to press a kiss to Kiba’s face.

“Welcome home Akamaru.”

#kiba inuzuka #kiba x reader #naruto imagine #naruto shippuden

[sea-m0nster]

(funny magic shit)

After some meticulous pondering, he decides to maybe go and take a look at this new form. Viceface herself seemed flustered, so it's definitely not bad. Or at least not worse than before. It was a shame his mask didn't fit him anymore, but he wasn't hopeless about it!

He stumbled to the bathroom. What he felt immediately was the lack of a counterweight and how light and easy it was to move around. He was very unbalanced. His large, heavy tail was pretty much missing! In it's place there was this weird…short? prickly thing. It was kind of like Bentiv's, but less soft. Not like hers was particularly soft, but by the way his rough fur stood on end, it could definitely hurt someone. Fur! He had fur now. What the fuck!

He could see much better now, too. He turned on the lights (the switch was higher than he remembered) entering and it didn't hurt.

There the mirror was!

He never really looked at it because he often couldn't see much, anyways. He liked the masks and how they looked, so why bother? Anyways, he's clearly avoiding it. Focus. It's not going to bite you.

He steps in front of it and he's greeted by some guy. First thing he looks at, of course, is his face. It DOES look a lot like him, but it's still so weird and alien that he needs to do a double take. He's got a deep dark blue eye and a black one, seemingly burned like he's seen some psionics have. Came damaged by factory already, it seems. The scars that frame it haven't changed. His head now lacks its characteristic plates and the fins, which js odd, vut makes it look less crowded. He brings his hands to touch it without thinking much, touching where the gaps would be, near the fins, close to the cheekbones and they obviously aren't there. He has cheeks now! It's soft despite the rough beard. He's used to this but in other people, not him. He opens his mouth wide and puts his tongue out, trying to do his creepy jumpscare face. It doesn't go all the way through like usual. Duh. He lacks the features for that now. It opens a normal amount, revealing a set of sharp mammal-like teeth and a quite short bifurcated tongue. Huh. Too few teeth. He's now physically aware of them, thick and small in there just hanging. Good for chewing, supposedly? Who even needs to chew? Weird people behavior.

He closes it, or does so mostly. He's using it to breathe it seems.

Oh yeah, breathing. That's a thing normal people do regularly. Using their normal people noses. Breathing is annoying, to be honest, although now he doesn't need to be as aware of it. It's almost automatic and he can't even feel it! He's doing it through the wrong hole, though. He squints and gets closer to the mirror. Yeah, he has more of a shaped thing on top of his breathing holes now. Weird thing. Not a fan, could do without. What the hell, it's pointy and just slightly crooked. He likes it more when it's flatter, but maybe now his glasses will actually stay on his face? Could do without, though. He can't figure out how to breathe through it without feeling like he's going to choke it. He's used to having about 10 more breathing holes than this, much more efficient than those pathetic two on the middle of his face. He never used that set much, honestly. He pokes at it.

He's doing faces and odd angles in the mirror.

He chuckles at how his hair refuses to stay down, no matter how much he tries to flatten it down with his hands. It looks nice. Hm… He can work with this, yeah.

His body doesn't look much different other than the absence of his gills (which he misses dearly) and sharp spikes that are being conpensated by fur running along his tail up to the top of his tailbone. He's shorter now, too. Condensed. And hairier? it seems? He likes it. It's a nice texture he's always loved about the men he's been with. He runs his still clawed hands through it. The tattoo on his chest is complex and doesn't fit the style of the ones he's already got on his arms, but it's not ugly.

Oh, oops. He's been half naked for like a whole hour now. As Viceface warned him, there are other things to check out, and he certainly will but later, mayhaps. For now he zips up his wetsuit, and it fits him very loosely. That's the only thing he doesn't like, actually.

Ugh.

He'll need to borrow something to pass these few days.

This… is surprisingly fine? That's the longest he's stared at himself on a mirror for any reason. He looks normal. It's fun. He does a nice face and a smile to the mirror. It actually looks like a proper smile.

He could get used to this.

Feels nice.

He grabs his phone from his back pocket and squints at the screen, pointing the screen roughly at the mirror.

He's very fine with showing this.

#((viewable ooc #((seadwellers that find it weird to have noses unite. #logs.

[wandering-the-fae-wyldes]

Jacwyn Wakes to New Company (Part 1)

Something felt... strange. Jacwyn was slowly coming out of his sleep, reluctantly but it was still happening, and as he started to come to he felt a strange weight on his chest. The weight was uneven, and it seemed to shift back and forth, what made it even stranger was that every shift was accompanied with an almost inaudible slapping sound and the occasional moan or gasp. Finally his eyes flew open as he heard a particularly strange phrase, something that didn't make any real sense to his sleeping mind. Tink: "Ahh~! Yeah, take it bitch, take that fucking cock!" Jacwyn quickly opened his eyes and looked down, having just heard a woman telling someone else to take *their cock* didn't quite make sense. What he saw when he looked down at his chest though confirmed what he'd heard, except it didn't clarify anything for him. In fact he was quite convinced that he was still asleep if he was being honest. What he saw on his chest, were two women roughly between 5-7" if he had to guess, and sure enough one had a penis and they were having sex. Rather passionate sex in fact, the one with the penis was standing on his chest and thrusting rapidly into the other, pulling her hair and acted with what he could only describe as animalistic passion. While that was all strange enough, it didn't end there as each woman had gossamer dragonfly-like wings, the one standing had long free flowing hair down to the small of her back the color of fresh blood, while the one on all fours had bright green hair the color of fresh grass that was cut to her shoulders. As Jacwyn just continued to lie there dumbstruck, unsure of what to say, or do as the two exhibitionist women continued to enjoy themselves he wouldn't have to wait too long. Soon enough as he watched, the red haired one screamed in pleasure as she gave a final thrust into the other, causing the green haired woman to give out a sultry moan, and after a few seconds they parted ways, a white opaque liquid dripping from both of their sexes and onto his shirt. It took him several seconds as he tried to comprehend what had happened, watching the two catch their breaths before it all finally clicked. Jacwyn: "W-what the hells!? Get off of me you perverts!" He brought up his hand and quickly brushed the two off of him, both women quickly taking to the air to avoid his swipe. Dew: "Oh!? Oh no, Tink I told you that he'd wake up from that! I am so sorry. We didn't think you'd wake up so soon, and I owed her from a bet that I'd lost-" Dew at least had the common decency to look ashamed of what they'd done, blushing brightly as she apologized, darting to the ground a few feet away to grab what looked like a dress formed from violet flower petals. Tink on the other hand cut off her explanation as she continued to float naked in the air and actually flew closer to his face, shoving him back angrily. Tink: "No fuck that shit! You asshole! Calling us perverts for doing something totally natural! You're the pervert, pervert! Next time you see a couple of people having sex mind your own business pal!" Jacwyn flinched back, fully not expecting a creature barely taller than his hand to be so aggressive. Seeing him fall back though Tink just rolled her eyes and flew over to her clothes by Dew. Dew for her part seemed to silently scold her as she put on a tank top and skirt combo that seemed to be made out of white fur. Jacwyn just shook his head as he slowly got up, taking a few steps away from the pair as he tried to clear his head.