OHH I GOT A GOOD ANGST ONE INSPIRED BY ALL THE KAMADO SLANDER!
What if during their missions the hero befriends this pack of hitsuian zoarks and zoras?
They have helped this pack many times during their missions and the pack has grown to care for their dear human friend.
But when you get banished hell has frozen over and what if you were seriously hurted during the banishment?
On top of the mountain everyone even thoughs who helped you will see an illusion of you dying body as the leader of the pack inches towards kamado scarring him for his actions!
Enjoy my fuckery!
Reader is gender neutral, the only she is the alpha Zoroark. Mentions of blood but nothing descriptive.
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You don’t know what you did to deserve being banished, you only did what you were told.
No matter who stood up for you, they were instantly silenced to threatened with war, and that wasn’t something you wanted for any of those you still care for.
You didn’t know what else to do.
You weren’t given the chance to pack your things, or anything at all really, just whatever you had on you at the time.
The clans nor their leaders could help you.
So you wondered around, trying to find something, anything that could help you prove you innocence.
That drive lead you to the Alabaster Icelands.
Snowpoint temple seemed old enough to carry some secrets, maybe you could find something there?
While you set up your own little campsite in a cave you hear something, a curious sounding whine before it morphs into a happy yip.
Looking behind you, you see a little zoura you helped a while ago, if the cut out of their ear was anything to go by.
“Hey little buddy.”
You coo softly, but the small Pokémon senses something wrong, letting out a small whine, more zouras show up.
Ah, it’s the entire pack you’ve helped over the months.
You remember healing them when you found them and handing them back to a very angry and cautious alpha.
Speaking of, a louder, deeper grumble greets you.
The other zouras and Zoroarks of the pack form a soft circle around you, just as the alpha Zoroark makes her appearance.
“Hello to you too mama.”
The family looks at you, all letting out various sad or comforting sounds. The larger Zoroark curls around you, in an effort to keep you warm.
“Thank you.”
It’s funny being held like this. Your thoughts begin to tumble and before you know you, you’re sobbing into the fluffy mane of the Zoroark around you.
You cried your heart out to the whining pack, venting about all that has happened.
Your banishment.
You betrayal.
Your heartache.
They left it all.
The alpha Zoroark rubbed her cheek against your, wrapping herself up in your scarf before moving away. She stood up, speaking to her children before most of the zoroarks left, not without giving you a nuzzle.
One Zoroark was left to keep watch over you and the zouras.
You cried a little more, hugging and cuddling with your new family before falling asleep, surrounded by their fluffy warmth.
You sleep safe and protected, completely unaware of what is yet to come.
The pack of zoroarks quickly move in towards the village.
The have arrived by the next night.
The alpha looks down at the scarf you have yet to notice she took.
They hurt her pup.
They left her pup abandoned in the wilderness to suffer the same fate as her.
They will not be forgiven.
The meeting between the commander and clan leaders was dragging on.
It was late but no progress was being made.
Kamado sighs at Irida and Adaman’s stubbornness, the two were still upset about his ruling over you.
“It’s been almost a week! No one as heard from them, let alone see them!” Adaman’s patience is wearing thin.
“What if something happened to them? These lands aren’t exactly kind.”
Irida was worried, she heard from Lian that the day of you banishment you asked for her, but due to Kamado’s orders he couldn’t help and you left.
You are her dear friend, she hopes you’re safe.
Adaman’s anger is only to mask his fear, Irida is right, these lands aren’t kind, and with you by yourself, with no guards or professor on the look out for you, who knows what could happen.
The door to the side suddenly flings open.
A powerful burst of malicious pressure forcing it open.
Red claws grip the door frame, the Zoroark lowers herself to enter the office.
Before any made a move the gasp.
That’s your scarf, that’s your galaxy uniform scarf that you never took off.
Slowly the Zoroark morphs into you, a blood stained you.
“…..hero?” Irida’s voice breaks, her hands over he mouth with tears stinging her eyes.
Adaman and Kamado stand shocked and horrified at the realization.
It’s you.
“Why did you do this to me?” It’s your voice, it sounds so uncanny.
Your eyes however stay that stark yellow, glaring down the commander.
“I-I didn’t!- I-“
“I will give you a fate like mine.”
The threes face’s paled, neither clan leader’s teams were strong enough to take on such a strong, angry foe.
A part of them didn’t want to. It was you after all, you had every right to be angry.
They stare at the Zoroark’s illusion. It had to be you, the creature had your scarf after all.
You didn’t seem to have any open injuries, but the blood showed just where you were hit.
Adaman felt like puking at the thought of your pain.
With all the commotion, Cyllene and Laventon burst in.
Laventon’s loud cry startled the Zoroark, bringing her attention toward the other door.
Was that your pack mate you spoke fondly of?
“Everyone get back! Abra!”
Ah these the strict one you spoke of as well.
She lunges, breaking her illusion and going for Kamado’s throat.
But Abra teleports him out of the room just in time.
With a loud snark and howl, the village echoes in several howls.
“If you hadn’t banished them this wouldn’t be happening!”
“How was I suppose to know they’d be killed and turned into THAT!?”
“Are you so closed off you don’t see the world you live in anymore!?”
Kamado argues with Irida and Adman, he didn’t think this would happen.
“Enough! We need to take ever safety precaution we have. Zoroarks are dangerous, we won’t know who’s one until they slip up.”
Cyllene quickly takes over the situation.
“Lock down the village and get everyone inside this building state!”
“Yes ma’am!” Galaxy guards run out to round everyone up, alarms are being signaled and the lock down commences.
Hours into the lock down, well into the next morning, everything seems fine.
Kamado spent most of it dealing with the villagers, ignoring the harsh glares being sent his way by the other leaders, Cyllene, and Laventon.
His mind only replaying what happened yesterday.
You couldn’t be dead…could you? Though why else would a pack of zoroarks come to his village? They always stay in the Icelands.
The realization that he had a hand in your demise, seeing a ghostly you, so angry at him.
It made his heart sink.
The commander does his best to make sure that side door stays locked up tight. He always checks to make sure it stays that way, in fear it’ll open and you’ll be standing there, ready to finish the job.
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With food secured and their mother’s actions done, the pack heads back to their den.
The alpha lets out a soft coo at the sight of you playing with the other pups.
“Oh! Welcome back.”
You holy in surprise when each Zoroark drops human food by you.
“Is that what y’all left for?”
You look at them confused as she nudges you towards it.
“Well, thank you!” You gave some of them some pets before eating some of the food.
Looking over to the mother of the pack you chuckle.
“I was wondering where my scarf went, though you can keep it, it matches you!”
Your chuckle turns into a laugh as she licks your face, fully trying to give you a bath.
Maybe staying here won’t be so bad.
from my ao3 posts to you, inspired by Untouchable Things by bitterlikesweets https://archiveofourown.org/works/47382331
my art inspired by their work (featuring Link and Sidon):
Zagreus Sabazius
Honored, [his] own.
Lord of nature, wildness, blood, sky and thunder. Scarlet Thunderer, Serpentine Basileus, Highest of the gods.
A dreadful god, a gentle love. Master of the Cosmos.
Thank you for being in my life, Zag. I've never felt more seen. Let's never be apart.
Divider by @sisterlucifergraphics
so, who’s the clingiest?
achilles: [sitting on patroclus’ lap, twirling his black curl around his finger while nuzzling into his neck]
achilles: patroclus, obviously
Just a short drabble - short, sweet and smutty Sakusa Kiyoomi.
Warning: smut; fluff . Only very few have ever seen Sakusa Kiyoomi’s teeth.
Haters will say he’s got a mouthful of crooked teeth. That’s why he’s always hiding behind a mask or has resting-asshole-face.
Little do they know…
Sakusa Kiyoomi has the straightest and whitest teeth.
Any dentist would beg to ask him to be their model for their clinic.
Throughout your three-year relationship, you possess only a small collection of photographs capturing those rare split-second instances when Kiyoomi flashes a smile, showcasing his teeth. However, these precious images remain exclusively for your eyes, as you have chosen to keep them private.
You had set a particular photo as your lock screen, and during a romantic couple’s getaway, your girlfriend momentarily caught a glimpse of it. To your surprise, she gasped, her voice filled with suspicion, “are you… cheating Y/n?”
The accusation caught you off guard, and a frown formed on your face as you responded firmly, “no.” The question offended you; you took your relationship with Kiyoomi seriously and would never entertain the thought of cheating on him. Ever.
“Then who is that man on your lock screen? That’s not Sakusa-kun.”
Your head cocked to the side. “What?” And then it hit you; they have never seen your boyfriend smile with teeth. “It’s… no, I’m not cheating.”
She wasn’t convinced. “Cheating is bad, Y/n.”
You burst out laughing, “I’m not cheating, I promise.”
Fortunately, she let the matter go, ultimately placing her trust in you and believing you were faithful to your boyfriend.
Later that night, you muffle your moan with one hand as Kiyoomi slams his hips into yours. He knows you love it when he stuffs your pussy with his entire cock. He finds it as exhilarating as you do to hear the lewd sounds of skin slapping and echoing in the whole room.
His strong arms hook behind your knees, and he presses them into the futon. With your flexibility built up from doing yoga for years, Kiyoomi loved bending you in all ways possible to feel deeper and closer to you.
“What’s wrong?” His chest is pressed against yours. “You’ve been quiet all evening after dinner with your girlfriend.”
You thread your hand through his curls before locking your arms around his neck and shoulder, “Ina saw my lock screen, and it’s a picture of you and me, and she didn’t recognize you. She thinks I’m cheating on you.”
Kiyoomi frown; hips stop pounding into you. “What picture?”
You reach over to grab your phone, showing him the picture on your screen.
As he caught sight of the photo, he burst into laughter, recalling the time you had jokingly mentioned how he seemed like a different person when he smiled with his teeth. Teasingly, he asked, “but are you cheating on me, though?” He rolled his hips in a slow deep thrust, making you moan.
You pull him down for a kiss, “I suppose I’m cheating on you with smiling Omi.”
Kiyoomi flashed one of his smiles with teeth and dimples – one that he knows always makes your heart flip. And pussy clenching.
.
The following day, Ina’s eyes narrowed at the fresh red mark on your neck.
“Stop staring.” You muttered, cheeks heating up. You had explicitly told Kiyoomi not to leave a mark in the most conspicuous spot, yet there it was, a noticeable mark right where you had warned him not to leave one.
“You and Sakusa had a good night,” Ina’s boyfriend laughs. He nudges Ina, “this girl knocked out as soon as her head hit the pillow.” He looks at the empty spot beside you, “where is he?”
“He’s coming.” You answered, adjusting the scarf around your neck.
“Who?”
The three of you glance up to see Kiyoomi without a mask. He smiles at everyone with his teeth. “Morning, guys.”
“Mor – morning…” Ina muttered, eyes bulging. She looks at you, “that picture on your home screen is Sakusa-kun?”
. . .
E/n: nothing edited - it's a long day of work for me so I needed to release some stress. Yes, I need to get back on Wipe Your Eyes lol
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Zelda Reacts Part 6
this has been about 90% finished for such a long time lmao, but hopefully the wait was worth it!! omg it was so fun drawing Link in this armour, it's one of my top faves for sure - HE JUST LOOKS SO GOOD ASFJGHDK
Part 5: Snowquill <<<
THESE LITTLE DRAWINGS.
Sunshine
small pregnancy mention. boyfriend!kiyoomi part III!!
There’s a feminine voice coming from the bathroom when Atsumu enters his hotel suite.
“Don’t you think you’re being just a little over dramatic?”
There’s a light sound of clanking when he sets his overnight bag to the side, water running and the sound of fizzling foam. Sakusa’s feet make shadows under the door as Atsumu creeps closer, and shallows his breathing to effectively eavesdrop.
“No.” He huffs like he’s pouting, and the voice giggles. “I’m gonna die here, you know. I hate sharing a room.”
“Mmh.” You hum. “Does that apply to me?”
“You’re different.”
Atsumu gapes a little.
There’s… no way Omi’s gone and found himself a girlfriend. No way. I mean, sure, his body’s a ten but-
“You’ll live, baby. I promise.” Your voice breaks a little from the wavering reception of the hotel suite. “Plus, Miya’s your friend. Better him than anyone else, huh?”
Sakusa huffs. “Yeah, but he’s a pig. At least Shoyo-kun knows not to leave his dirty socks laying around.”
Atsumu grins. He didn’t disagree! Before furrowing again. Wait, he calls him Shoyo-kun?
“Doesn’t that guy also stay up till like 3am? I remember you being really grumpy about that last time you shared a room.”
Wait, last season?
“Yeah.” Sakusa sighs, and there’s a rush of water that muffles him for a moment. Muted voices cottoned by white noise and Atsumu nearly starts to back away when the water finally stops.
“I miss you so much.” He hears clear as day, but even then Atsumu debates if he imagined it.
“I miss you too, Omi.” You sigh, a faint rustling hissing through his speaker. “It’s just three days. Then I’ll be all over you again.”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
Atsumu blows out a breath through his nose. This is definitely his girlfriend. He’s never heard Omi speak like this to anybody. - And he’s seen him with his mom before. Hearing Omi talk so sweetly almost makes him feel like his brain is making it up, and he’s all but pressing his head against the door just to be sure that this is a real thing.
“‘You eaten yet by the way? I can send you some money so you can-“
“I’ve eaten, baby, yes.” You chuckle. “What is your deal? Money’s not a love language, you know. - My friends think you’re my sugar daddy.”
“I’m a pro athlete.” He says frankly. “And I don’t like seeing you spend your hard earned cash when you could be spending mine.”
“What’ll be the point of me working then?”
“Exactly, quit your job.” And the way he says it has you full out laughing.
“You know, if you’re gonna turn me into a housewife, I’d like to see a ring first.”
Sakusa’s voice sounds muffled under a towel when he retorts. “That can be arranged.”
You guffaw this time, a little airy, a little ugly. “Yeah? Well the sooner you get home the sooner you can make an honest woman outta me. Hell, next thing I know you’ll have me barefoot and pregnant.”
“Don’t just say things like that, I can’t get off with Atsumu in the same room as me.”
“Goodbye, Kiyoomi.”
“Wait, wait, wait!” And the desperation in his friend's voice nearly inclines him to audibly scoff in disbelief. This guy’s really hooked, huh?
“Yeah, sunshine?”
“I love you.”
Atsumu starts to choke on his spit.
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