#big challenges indeed...

[corvidaedream]

had to get my phone screen replaced today, lads...

[brokenrefraction]

Hi dear Plant Friend, happy new url!! It sounds very cool and powerful and lore appropriate and overall very creative!! Glad you found one that feels like it fits more!

Also it's so nice that you got into some games to the point of making new OCs - that's always some great fun, and always lasts a long time after you're done with the game itself :D

I myself have been introduced to Pokémon TCG Pocket by a friend, and it's definitely satisfying the desire to get the cards with cute pokes while providing the answer to "but I won't have anyone to play with"! (I'm not paying for mobile games, but I managed to collect a loooot of cards, and some are just so charming! I especially recommend looking up the art for the holographic cards, these illustrations are just precious - there's one with Meowth sitting on a rooftop looking down at the night city, and it's definitely my favourite!)

OMG NICEEEEEEEE yeah i've been on roblox since 2014 (my account turns 11 years old on november.......) and the interest always comes and goes every year but this year the Cool Games have got to me (it all started from regretevator but hyperfixatons began happening when i tried pressure) and. idk it just let me open my eyes and realise Creating Ocs Is Fun and it doesn't all have to be about my sona cus i always had this problem for a bunch of years

made me create not just roblox ocs but also lore ocs which is nice

[thedrotter]

Mili from gote to handa!!! these were originally simple doodles but i had to polish it because she's my favorite from the game

[smallcowplant]

she blinded me with science ⚗️🧬💥

[nostraightgloops]

i do tthink eve/mayday is super cute. theres no no no way that, as eve heals, she *wouldnt* like mayday at some point at least a lil bit.

[maranull]

SPY X FAMILY is the best isn't it?

It really is! I haven't enjoyed anime this much since, like, 2018.

Almost every single character is lovable or fun, it is incredibly cute and peaceful which raises up the occasional action scene even more, and also the more serious themes it sometimes touches it does so pretty well, I think.

And season 3 has one of my favourite mini-arcs in anime ever. I don't think many shows can do such sudden changes from cute and wholesome to fast passed action and suspense. Like, I shouldn't be laughing one minute and crying the next, that sudden change in tone shouldn't be working, but they somehow pulled it off with Yor's fights in the cruise ship.

Really cemented itself in my fav-anime-of-all-time list.

[gomtangii]

oh my my my!

caleb x fem!reader wc: 1.027k (the nctzen in me is screaming) cw: minors and ageless dni, caleb is insane, cunnilingus, pet names (princess, pipsqeuak), caleb has endless stamina again, fat cock caleb, cock-drunk reader, mating press, slight breeding kink, p in v penetration, unprotected sex, unrealistic sex lol, i did not mean to write this much actually, not edited!

TIME: 11:12 PM LOCATION: SKYHAVEN, CALEB'S APARTMENT: LIVING ROOM

...what did he say? all you did was confront caleb about why the two of you haven't had sex yet, but what did he just say?

"my... penis... is too big." he mutters shyly, a blush spread across his cheeks and ears paired with an expression you've never seen on his face before. you stare at him, mouth agape. you take a moment to to process what he said before stifling a laugh, making caleb frown even more.

"that's it?"

"i'm being serious! i don't want to hurt you."

you smile at him with a sigh, a bit relieved that was his answer. you place a kiss on his cheek that he grumpily accepts, pulling you close to him.

"sounds like you're just going to have to do a better job at prepping me then," you smirk, a hint of mirth in your voice. the look in his eye changes, arousal pooling in his irises.

"is that a challenge, pipsqueak?" he cocks an eyebrow, pulling you closer to him by the waist, "i'm just not sure if you can handle it."

"is that a challenge?" you glare at him, suddenly feeling yourself get competitive too. it's not like you were going to lose, right?

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

TIME: 1:39 AM LOCATION: SKYHAVEN, CALEB'S APARTMENT: YOUR BEDROOM

you were, however, indeed losing.

you blink past the stars that caleb was making you see. it's been about 2 hours since he started eating you out, his licks and bites relentless. he gives one last harsh suck to your clit before pulling away, looking at the art he's created.

you're shaking, your pussy became puffy thanks to his ministrations, and there are countless bites and marks around your thighs.

"looks like you bit off more than you could chew, hm? princess?" he kisses your temple, caressing your hair and arms to calm you down from your nth orgasm.

"can... still take more..." you mumble, gripping onto his shirt, frustrated that he's still clothed while you were stripped naked. you feels his hands drag against your arms, your abdomen, before reaching just above your mound.

"you sure? we still got a bit more before you can actually fit me." he warns, his fingers dangerously close to your entrance. you nod, but he ignores it. "words, baby, need you to say it out loud for me."

"mm—" you moan, feeling his fingers graze your clit, "i... i can take it! just fuck me already!"

he plunges two fingers into you and you cum immediately, squirting onto his palm. his hands were big, you knew that, but they were reaching places you couldn't manage to touch yourself.

"fuck, you're so wet," he groans, sucking another mark onto your neck as he fucks his hand into you, "maybe i don't need to do this—maybe you can fit me like this."

he takes his fingers out and you whine, trying to pull him back in. he ignores you, using his other hand to hold both of your wrists above your head as he licks his essence off of his fingers, not wanting to waste a single drop.

he unbuckles his belt swiftly, letting his cock spring out, the tip angry and leaking with precum. it's drenched with its own cum because he couldn't hold back, your moans and whines were enough for him to climax without being touched—if only you knew the effect you had on him. he presses his cock against your entrance and you shudder at his size, suddenly unsure if you could really take it. you try to shy away, scooting your body away from him when he catches you, caging you in his arms as he pins you down.

"aw, don't tell me you're scared now?" he laughs, being uncharacteristically mean. he pushes the tip of his dick a bit further into you, slowly stretching you out with a groan.

"if you can't take it anymore, you just gotta say the word." you glare at him, yanking on his arm to pull his face closer to yours.

"i already said 'fuck me!'"

"as you wish," he smirks, "gotta give my girl what she wants, hm?"

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

TIME: 3:54 AM, YOU THINK. LOCATION: SKYHAVEN, YOU THINK. YOUR BEDROOM... YOU THINK.

you're on all fours, trying to get away from caleb as he pounds you mercilessly, his cum spilling out of your cunt and pooling onto the sheets. his cock is so, so big, you think you're cumming with every thrust, but you're not sure. you don't know how many times you've cum tonight, but you do know that he's made you pass out a few times.

"c-can't... can't..." you cry softly, the pleasure too much for your poor pussy to handle.

"say the word, then. then we'll be at 1 - 0." he taunts, "do you even remember the word, baby?"

you gulp down a sob, nodding while humming weakly as he slows down his thrusts to give you the chance to speak.

"i-i—" you stutter, your mind hazy with cock, "caleb—"

"my name isn't a safeword," he chuckles, "it's Linkon, okay?"

you nod and he smiles sweetly, kissing your forehead before tossing you onto your back, slowly pushing your thighs up and into a mating press.

"just a bit more," he kisses you again, starting up his thrusts once more, "just one more and then it'll be your win."

he resumes the pace he had before, the sound reverberating throughout the bedroom. it's almost animalistic, the marks and bites all over your body, the way your pussy can't even hold in his cum anymore—it's almost like he's trying to breed you, trying to make it stick. you cum weakly, squirting a bit as your eyes roll back. at this point, it's not just stars you're seeing, you can see the entire deepspace tunnel thanks to him. he feels the way your cunt convulses around him and he grunts, unable to stall any longer and he fills you up one last time. his cum floods your womb and spills out, only adding to the mess below you two.

"i guess it's 0 - 1 now. too bad i lost," he says with a smile.

oopsies... caleb u r my muse... also the safeword line has been all over my tl so i couldn't help but implement it! showed up at the perfect time :3

also i actually do not have any ideas on good safewords to use for the men... if yall wanna send some my way in my ask so i can use them in future fics !!!!!

[reasonsforhope]

"Calling it “a fridge to bridge the world,” the Thermavault can use different combinations of salts to keep the contents at temperatures just above freezing or below it. Some vaccines require regular kitchen fridge temps, while others, or even transplant organs, need to be kept below freezing, meaning this versatility is a big advantage for the product’s overall market demand.

Dhruv Chaudhary, Mithran Ladhania, and Mridul Jain are all children of physicians or medical field workers in the [city] of Indore. Seeing how difficult it was to keep COVID-19 vaccines viable en route to countryside villages hours outside city centers in tropical heat, they wanted to create a better, portable solution to keeping medical supplies cool.

Because salt molecules dissolve in water, the charged ions that make up the salt molecules break apart. However, this separation requires energy, which is taken in the form of heat from the water, cooling it down.

Though the teen team knew this, it remained a challenge to find which kind of salt would have the optimal set of characteristics. Though sodium chloride—our refined table salt—is what we think of when we hear the word “salt,” there are well over one-hundred different chemical compounds that classify as salt.

“While we did scour through the entire internet to find the best salt possible, we kind of just ended up back to our ninth-grade science textbook,” Chaudhary told Business Insider.

Indeed, the professors at the lab in the Indian Institutes of Technology where they were testing Thermavault’s prototype were experimenting with two different salts which ended up being the best available options, a discovery made after the three teens tested another 20, none of which proved viable.

These were barium hydroxide octahydrate and ammonium chloride. The ammonium chloride alone, when dissolved, cooled the water to between 2 and 6 degrees Celsius (about 35 to 43 degrees Fahrenheit) perfect for many vaccines, while a dash of barium hydroxide octahydrate dropped that temperature to below freezing.

“We have been able to keep the vaccines inside the Thermavault for almost 10 to 12 hours,” Dr. Pritesh Vyas, an orthopedic surgeon who tested the device at V One hospital in Indore, said in a video on the Thermavault website.

Designing a prototype, the teens have already tested it in local hospitals, and are in the process of assembling another 200 for the purpose of testing them in 120 hospitals around Indore to produce the best possible scope of use and utility data for a product launch.

Their ingenuity and imagination won them the 2025 Earth Prize, which came with a $12,500 reward needed for this mass testing phase."

-via Good News Network, April 22, 2025

[smutoperator]

Paradise

Chou Tzuyu x Male Reader

Tags: addictive pussy, (a little) ass licking, car masturbation, "cock ring", concert, creampie, cum on thighs, facefucking, facesitting, footjob, lube, manager, mating press, no-hands blowjob, tan lines, thighjob, vibrator, visual, worshipping

Word count: 4097.

You had risen up the JYP rankings and managed to become the manager of one of their most coveted girls: the beautiful Taiwanese visual of Twice, Tzuyu. Your first assignment was going to be following her to the Coldplay concert where Twice would perform as the opening act.

Tzuyu was truly feeling herself on that stage, making some quite sexy moves as she performed to the big stadium crowd. You watched her at all times, her giving you a few winks from time to time as the performance went on.

After Tzuyu took a few pictures to post to her fans on Instagram, highlighting her beautiful red outfit, which she liked the most, she headed towards the car you were assigned to take her home. Her beauty was indeed otherworldly, and the more you looked at her, the more it felt like you were falling in love.

The journey towards Tzuyu's home went smoothly, and you were ready to park the car and open the door for her to get off until you heard a few wet noises come out from her side.

You looked at Tzuyu and saw her touching herself around her genital area. You were shocked such a shy beauty was so shameless to start masturbating in front of you. "What are you doing?" you ask her.

"Can't you see, manager oppa?" Tzuyu asked, keeping the pace of her masturbation. "Wanna see how wet I am?" she asks, pulling her panties to the side and showing you her pussy. You touch it, impressed by it being the prettiest pussy you've ever seen. "Wanna come inside, manager?" "I need someone to make me cum for the night," she continues.

Tzuyu takes the small vibrator out of her pussy, dropping some juices onto the car's seat. "I was feeling so good performing with this on," she says. "So that's why you were doing all those moves on stage?" you ask her. "Of course, manager oppa," she answers.

"Come inside, manager oppa," Tzuyu says, opening the car's door and guiding you upstairs into her house. "Look how wet that pussy is," she says, putting a couple of fingers inside it and tasting it while licking the vibrator.

Tzuyu opens the door of her bedroom for you. "I can make you cum without using my hands or my pussy," she says to you. "Wow, then show me," you tell her. "Lie on my bed," she commands. "This is the only time I'll use my hands," she continues, pulling your pants down and making your already hard cock promptly pop out.

"Are you ready for the no-hands challenge?" Tzuyu asks. She stays true to her words, impaling her pretty face straight on your hard pole. You're amazed by that view, one of the prettiest faces you've ever seen just getting stuffed full of your cock. She starts sucking it, making soft moaning sounds as she gets it deeper and deeper in her throat fairly easily.

"Oh shit, oh fuck," you moan, Tzuyu giving you an amazing no-hands blowjob. "Where did you learn those moves?" you ask her, hearing no answer as she stays focused on sucking your cock as hard as possible. You truly feel this could be paradise, that incredible Taiwanese beauty just shaking her mouth all over your cock nonstop, showing you how much she wanted something like this.

Tzuyu licks your shaft, her hands behind her back as she brags about getting your cock already throbbing hard. "Looks like it was very easy to get this big boy up," she says, taking it back in her mouth and getting her hair out of her face for you to get a better view of it sucking that big, fat cock. She takes it deep in her throat, getting sloppier as the blowjob goes on, her head-bobbing getting stronger and stronger.

You stay strong despite Tzuyu's incredible cock-sucking skill, telling her you never came from a blowjob before. "What else do you have?" You said you could make me cum without using your hands or pussy. I don't doubt it, but I think you'll need more," you tease her. "What else do I have? Well, let me show you, Manager Oppa," she answers.

"You know, manager oppa, the challenge was just using no hands or pussy, but I can use every other part of my body," she says, climbing up the bed after a few extra suckings and some worshipping of your balls. "Can you use your feet?" you ask her. "Of course," she says, bringing some lube and putting it on your cock as she wraps it between her soft yet a little sore feet after tonight's performance.

Tzuyu quickly picks up the pace, stroking your cock with her feet quite strongly. "I'll be so satisfied when I make you cum; that feels so good on my feet. I love watching your big cock sliding between them, manager oppa," she says, adding a little more lube to keep going with her strong massage. "Can you show me your tits?" you ask her. "Of course, manager oppa," Tzuyu answers, taking her top off and teasing you as she covers them at first before unveiling it.

The footjob continues for a couple more minutes, Tzuyu smiling as she enjoys the touch of your cock. Your cock hasn't been this hard in a while, and Tzuyu makes it even harder as she gets herself naked, playing with herself while stroking it, giving you the most amazing view of your life as she touches her pussy and lets out some soft moans out of her mouth.

"You like watching me playing with my pussy, manager oppa?" Tzuyu asks you, spreading her long legs for you to see. She keeps touching her clit and grabbing her cute boobs as she strokes your cock with her feet. You love seeing every inch of her tall, hot body, but the tan lines around her boobs and her crotch are what drive you crazy the most. "I know I can make you cum at any minute," she says. "And I'm gonna use my not-so-secret weapon to do it," she continues.

Tzuyu gets on top of you, crushing your cock with her thick thighs. You can quickly tell why she's earned the thighwanese nickname: the strength of her thighs squeezing your cock feels like your shaft just got smashed by a pair of 50-ton trucks. You can't resist and start humping your cock against them, fucking Tzuyu's amazing thighs the way you want to fuck her pussy, the bed creaking as you use all your strength trying to get past her meaty thighs.

You keep pushing as hard as you can, Tzuyu's honey thighs giving your cock no room to breathe. You grab her ass and keep pumping your cock between her thighs. "Oh, fuck," you groan. Your shaft rubs against Tzuyu's wet pussy, her thighs completely owning you. "Oh wow," you say as Tzuyu is now the one moving her body to meet your cock, pressing it right against her wet folds. You try to answer her moves by thrusting as hard as you can, but Tzuyu is relentless and meets your thrusts pound to pound.

"Shit, I'm gonna cum," you announce. These words coming out of your mouth only make Tzuyu push harder. "Cum for me, manager oppa," she commands, burying your shaft even further between her thighs. That makes you finally lose, pouring a waterfall of jizz all over her thick thighs. "Damn, I can't believe you made me cum like that," you tell her.

"Looks like I won the no-hands challenge," Tzuyu says with a big smile. You worship her like a goddess, cleaning the cum from her thighs with your tongue. "I'm just starting, manager oppa," she tells you. She promptly sits on your face, her tan lines around her pussy driving you crazy. "Worship me, manager oppa," she commands, you promptly obliging and eating her pussy out.

"Oh my God, yesss," Tzuyu moans as her pussy is all over your face. She spread her ass, enjoying your tongue all over her folds. "Fuck, you taste so good," you tell her. "Yes, my pussy tastes like paradise, manager oppa," she says. You can tell Tzuyu's pussy has some kind of magic effect on you, as your cock quickly gets hard again as you savor her honey juices.

"Damn, I've never eaten a pussy this good before," you tell Tzuyu, praising her gates of heaven and putting a pair of fingers circling her clit. "Thank you, Manager Oppa," Tzuyu says. "But are you ready to knock on my door?" she asks, spreading her long legs and guiding your cock inside her pussy, making it disappear between the tan line on her crotch.

"Oh my God," you groan as you enter Tzuyu's pussy. You thrust very slowly, enjoying watching her finger her clit. "You like that tight pussy, manager oppa?" she asks. "Yes, fuck, it's so tight," you say, very surprised. "And your cock feels so good inside it," she says.

"Fuck, that pussy is so hot," you tell Tzuyu, giving her tits a soft massage as you try to go deeper, but her tightness makes it really hard. "Looks like you need some more lube, manager oppa," she tells you, picking it up and pouring it on your cock.

"Stick that cock back in me, manager oppa, oh yes," Tzuyu says as she pushes it back in her pussy. "Fuck, you've got such an incredible pussy," you can't stop praising it. You finally manage to get deep inside her tall body. "YES, YES, YES," Tzuyu moans, her walls squeezing your cock as hard as possible. "Your pussy feels like paradise," you tell her.

"You should let me ride that big cock, manager oppa," Tzuyu says. "It's all yours," you tell her, lying on the bed. Tzuyu prepares it masterfully, sucking, stroking, and spitting on your cock as she gets ready to get on top of it, slapping it a couple times with her tongue for good measure as well. You start thrusting upward, fucking her pretty face as she takes your cock deep in her throat.

Tzuyu shares some kisses with you and rubs your shaft against her honey thighs as she prepares to spice things up. "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you," she promises, stroking your cock a little bit more and enjoying edging you while kissing and smiling at you, stroking your cock hard to get it fully ready to jump on it, even rubbing it against the tan lines of her boobs.

"I'm gonna take every inch of it," Tzuyu says, adding some extra lube as she moves to sit on your cock. "Fuck, you're amazing," you tell her. Tzuyu keeps teasing you, licking your shaft a couple more times before her pretty mouth gets replaced by her wet folds grinding against your shaft, her tan lines. "Are you ready, manager oppa?" she asks. "Yes," you promptly answer her.

Tzuyu once again fulfills her promise, taking every inch of your cock inside her pussy. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard," she says just as she starts riding your cock, her soft moans as she starts very slow, adjusting to your massive length as she moves her baby-making hips. "Fuck yeah," she moans, a little out of breath after a tiring concert, but ready to ride it.

Tzuyu quickly finds the sweet spots inside her pussy, directing her bounces right at them. You look at her incredible body moving up and down your cock completely mesmerized, wondering how can a girl be so beautiful from head to toe like she is. Every part of her body is flawless: her pretty face, her cute boobs, her long torso, her pink pussy, her tanned skin, her long legs, and, best of all, her honey thighs.

"OH MY GOD, FUCK, AH, YEAH," Tzuyu moans as she tries to bounce as hard as she can, opening and closing her long legs in a very fast motion. "OH MY GOD, YES, YES, YES," she screams, her ass clapping against her hips. She slows down a bit, spinning on your cock and then pulling it out a bit to taste herself, sucking it like crazy and spitting all over your tip before some hard strokes and kissing you.

"Bounce harder," you tell Tzuyu, who promptly obliges and gives you the hardest possible ride. "You like my tight pussy wrapped all over your big cock, manager oppa?" she asks, not backing down and riding you like her life depended on it. "Oh wow, that's so fucking hot," you praise her.

Indeed, having sex with Tzuyu sometimes feels like the closest thing to fucking an actual goddess. "Oh, I love bouncing on this cock," she says to you. "It feels amazing when you bounce on it, baby," you tell her. Tzuyu slows down, taking a few long strokes up and down it, letting every inch sink inside her pink pussy. "Fuck, that's so hot," you tell her.

"I could ride this all night," Tzuyu says, fingering her clit and moaning harder. "OH MY GOD, FUCK YEAH," she screams. "OH FUCK, YES, YES, YES, I'M GONNA CUM," she announces, a couple of juices dripping down her pussy. "Come taste it, manager oppa," she says, grinding her folds in your face. You seize the opportunity of her riding your face again, tonguing her folds as hard as you can. "You want me to cum on your face, manager oppa?" Tzuyu asks. Of course you do, and hearing those words makes you push even harder.

"FUCKKKKK," Tzuyu moans as she squirts all over your face. You grab her legs, letting her thighs suffocate you as she closes them on your face and smashes it. You then grab her and pin her against the bed, sharing some passionate kisses with her. "I fucking love the way you fuck me," she says. You worship her body, licking her juicy pussy as she spreads it open for you. "OH FUCK," she moans.

"Sit on that cock, I want more," you tell Tzuyu. This time, she turns around, showing you her perfect ass as she goes back to bounce on your cock. "OH YES, YES, YES, YES," she moans. "I fucking love the way you ride it," you tell her, the tan lines on her butt driving you crazy. She glides along your cock at a leisurely pace. "Oh my God, that feels so fucking good," she says, spreading her ass and moaning.

"I feel so slutty riding my manager's cock," Tzuyu tells you. She spins a bit, squatting hard on your dick as her butt claps against your crotch. She grabs her ass, driving you even crazier. "Bet my tight, wet pussy feels amazing all over that cock," she says.

You can no longer resist the urge and start pumping up Tzuyu's pussy. "Please, don't stop, pound my tight little pussy," she begs, spreading her legs to take your hard thrusts. "OH MY GOD, YES, RIGHT THERE, FUCK YESSSS, FUCK BABY," she screams, reacting as she tries to regain control of the bounce. But you don't let her, just smashing your balls against her clit and pumping her like a piston. "OH FUCKKKKK," she screams, getting out of breath as you hammer her pussy nonstop, reaching from behind to finger her clit and making her legs tremble.

"YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM ALL OVER YOUR COCK, FUCK," Tzuyu moans. "FUCKING GIVE IT TO ME PLEASE, JUST LIKE THAT, THAT'S WHAT I WANT, PLEASE, GIVE ME MORE, FUCK," she keeps screaming, you using her pussy as hard as possible, turning her into a fucktoy. "I'M GONNA CUM, I'M GONNA CUM," she announces, closing her eyes and opening her mouth as her pussy gets obliterated until she squirts and grinds all over your cock. You grab her tits as she pulls out. "Oh, I wanna taste it," she says, deepthroating your cock and taking all her juices from it.

"Fuck my face with that shiny cock," Tzuyu commands as you pump up her pretty face and pound her throat hard, making her gag, but not more as she makes you groan. "Oh my God," you groan as Tzuyu handles your cock like a champion, sharing some sloppy kisses after you're done. "I love that cock so fucking much," she says, kissing you and giving it more strokes. "Keep fucking my face," she commands, you promptly obliging as her face proves to be just as tight and heavenly as her pussy.

Tzuyu licks your tip and spits on your cock as she easily wins the challenge. "I want you to fuck me like a real man," she says. You push her hot body in your direction and hammer her pussy as hard as possible. "Fuck, my wet pussy is gonna keep cumming on that cock again and again," Tzuyu says, still managing to bounce hard even with her tall body tilted forward.

You pour some lube in Tzuyu's ass. "Yeah, get it shiny and wet," she says, whispering a few dirty words in your ear for good measure. "I love feeling every inch of that cock in my pussy," she says as you tease her with slow thrusts before going all in and pounding her hard, enjoying her pretty face moaning in front of you. "OH FUCK, YES, RIGHT THERE," Tzuyu screams as she gets her cheeks clapped hard. You grab her ass and push her against your shaft. "Yes, make me bounce up and down on that cock until I cum again," she commands.

"YES, YES, YES, YES, YES, MAKE ME CUM ON THAT COCK," Tzuyu commands as you grab her waist and push her even further down. "FUCKKKKK," she screams, giving your cock a little attempt at twerking like she learned from Mina. You put a couple of fingers in her asshole and massage it before pounding her pussy hard. "DON'T FUCKING STOP, RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE, HARDER, HARDER, HARDER, OH FUCK," she screams, her body shaking as you take her breath away and make her reach another juicy orgasm.

You come to a stop to admire Tzuyu's pretty face, letting her slowly move on your cock while you massage her asshole. She pulls out and starts stroking your cock again, licking it from balls to tip and spitting on it. "So fucking good," you tell her. She picks up her bracelet and wraps it around your cock, using it like a cock ring and trapping all the blood that rushed to your head to keep your cock throbbing as hard as possible.

But soon, it doesn't take long for Tzuyu to be ready for more. "Bend me over," Tzuyu says as she gets herself on all fours in bed. You dive between her cheeks and tongue her asshole. "Oh yes, work that tongue in my ass," she tells you, reaching to finger her pussy as she shakes her butt in your face. "Oh yeah," she moans.

"Are you gonna give it to me, manager oppa?" "Yes, please, give it to me, I want more," Tzuyu begs as you grab her waist and insert your cock back in her pussy. "Oh, fuck yeah," she moans as you take it slow, looking at her pretty moaning face all the way down in the bed as you thrust deep inside her pussy. You grab her ass and look at her beautiful back, especially her tan line as she spreads her cheeks open.

"I'm such a good slut for Manager Oppa," Tzuyu says as she just lets you take every inch of your cock in her pussy. "Keep it open," you command, Tzuyu giving you a few winks with her asshole. "OH YES," she screams. You add some extra lube to your cock, her pussy looking tighter than ever. "You feel so good inside me, manager oppa," she says, moving her body in your direction. You quickly grab her butt and take back control, still going slow as her pussy squeezes your cock.

"Fuck me hard and deep, manager oppa," Tzuyu begs. You do as she asks, pushing your cock as hard as possible. "Please, give it to me hard, make me cum," she begs. "MORE, MORE, MORE, OH YES, RIGHT THERE," she starts screaming just as police sirens also scream down the street. But Tzuyu manages to be even louder than them.

"OH FUCK YES, PLEASE, I WANNA CUM ON THAT COCK AGAIN, OH MY GOD, FUCK," Tzuyu screams as you make her tits jiggle hard. "DON'T STOP, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE," she continues to beg, putting her face down and ass up like a perfect slut. You two feel a little tired, you slowing down while Tzuyu reaches to finger her very wet pussy. "Fuck this pussy, manager oppa, make it yours; I want more," she begs, moving her hips in your direction.

You pound Tzuyu hard. "OH MY GOD, YES, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING, DON'T FUCKING STOP," she screams, coating her bedsheets with her juices. "FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME OH SHITTTT," she keeps screaming. "OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD," she continues to scream as you hit hard and deep all the way into her cervix. You put her in a spooning position. "Oh yes, give me all that fucking cock," she commands, you pumping her pussy so hard to the point it slides out of it. "Put it back, put it back," Tzuyu commands, you slowing down to admire her beauty and look at her sexy tan lines as your cock slides in and out of her pussy.

"Right fucking there, don't stop," Tzuyu commands as you keep pounding her. "Don't fucking slow down, take that pussy, please," she begs. You suck her tits as they jiggle like pinballs with your hard thrusts. "YES, YES, YES, FUCK, OHHHH FUCKKK, YES, YES, YES," she screams, rolling her eyes as you grab her trembling legs.

"I fucking love what your cock does to me, manager oppa," Tzuyu says, rubbing her pussy. "I want you to fill my tight pussy up with that cock, every fucking inch; that's what I like," she says. Her words motivate you even if you are almost getting close to falling asleep. "YES, JUST FUCKING USE MY PUSSY WITH YOUR COCK, FUCK, PLEASE DON'T STOP, MAKE ME CUM SO HARD, FUCKKKK," she screams, you taking Tzuyu's hot body and making it yours. "YES, YES, YES," she keeps screaming, moving her hips against your cock.

"Where should I cum?" you ask Tzuyu, giving her some hot kisses. "Deep in my pussy," Tzuyu says. You know there is only one way this could go: putting her in the perfect position to creampie the maknae as you spread her long legs and put her in a mating press position. "USE THAT PUSSY TO MAKE YOU CUM, USE THAT PUSSY TO MAKE YOU CUM, GIVE IT ALL TO ME, BREED MY FUCKING PUSSY, MANAGER OPPA," Tzuyu screams, driving you crazy.

Tzuyu puts her legs up and just lets you take over. You thrust hard and deep in her pussy. "OH MY GOD, PLEASE, FILL ME UP," she begs you, spreading her legs wide open as you look into her pretty face. You pound her pussy balls deep, getting closer and closer at each second. "Cum inside me, manager oppa, please, cum inside me," she begs you.

You drain your balls in Tzuyu's pussy, your cum dripping into her honey thighs as you pull out of her tight pussy. Tzuyu spreads her pussy for you to show you the massive load you gave her. You two are so exhausted that both of you fall asleep shortly after sharing some kisses.

You wake up the next morning, Tzuyu still asleep after a hard night of performing and fucking. You look at her beautiful naked body and stroke your cock to it, eventually unable to control yourself and waking her up with a big load right in her pretty face.

"Wow, manager oppa, you're so sweet, already waking me up with milk for breakfast," she says, tasting your cum.

"Crap, we are late to work," you tell Tzuyu.

"What work?" Tzuyu asks. "I need to bring you back to practice at JYP," you tell her.

"No, it's my day off; the only work you'll be doing will be right here," she tells you.

Tzuyu reaches into a drawer to the side of her bed and grabs a butt plug. She tosses the blanket down, gets herself on all fours, and shoves it up her asshole.

"Are you ready to fuck me in the ass today, manager oppa?"

[passivetimber]

oh god.....the mice have started stealing my roommate's adderall

[emmyrosee]

YOU SHOULD DEF WRITE SOMETHING FOR KITA!!!!!😭😭

“Baby, can you help me in the kitchen?”

There’s a pout in your voice, and immediately, Shinsuke stands up, following your words swiftly to not keep you waiting. His eyes scan over the kitchen before landing on you, as you indeed, pout over a jar of jam, arms crossed over your chest. He nods softly, “how can I help you, my love?”

You huff and shove the jar at him, “I literally just want some for my toast, I can’t open it,” you whine. “Need my big, strong man to do it for me.”

He smiles softly, “I know you’re big and strong too; must be real snug if you can’t get it.”

“Flattery won’t work, I’m annoyed at the jar.”

He gently takes the jar into his hands, looking small in his calloused palms, and he grips the cover and the base with a tight hold and-

Nothing.

It doesn’t budge.

Shinsuke quirks a brow and readjusts his grip, trying to open the jar once more with a newfound sense of how challenging it is.

No dice.

“This is really on there, huh?” He pants, hitting the bottom of the jar to try and move the air to the top.

Nothing.

“Son of a gun,” he rasps, putting far more effort than he’d usually do in a task like this, grunting in effort as he tries, and fails, to open this jar for you. He sees you watching him, but he tries to pay you no mind until he cracks it open for you, not wanting to embarrass himself further.

He pulls back the jar to look at it closely, he’s never had such a hard time, he’s strong, he’s determined, he’s not used to such a display of failure.

Then…

“Did…. You get a fake jar for this?”

Your lips twitch. Shinsuke starts to smirk.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say, rocking on your feet.

“Really?” He hums. “Because I’ve never heard of ‘jelly jams jelly’ as a brand, you brat.”

You squeal and immediately run away, giggling down the hall in anticipation for him to chase you or, even worse, let you fester.

Shinsuke snickers softly to himself before throwing the prank-jar away, cracking his knuckles before making his way down the hall to make sure you never pull a joke like that again.

As if he even could.

[obeymeluv]

We Had a Baby! (For a Grade?) - PT 1 -Malleus

Putting a divide up and a notice that Malleus' part WILL reference what he looked like in his younger fae form. For those that have made it through book seven, you know. For those that haven't made it to book seven, well...maybe skip this part.

Also...I thought these would be on the shorter side and I'd fit in multiple people but I guess Malleus is special. I'll try to be shorter with the other parts to get more people in.

Finding "Mal" names were hard, man.

Note: in this piece, book seven hasn't happened so this is the first time that Silver and Sebek are seeing fae eggs.

I'm trying out a hybrid style for this because it would be waaaay too long if I just typed it all in story form. Some story, some bullet points.

Not proofread. Need to give my eyes a break. Will review it later.

Malleus

The idea seemed positively strange to the Dragon Prince--people of your world treating sustenance as children? That didn't seem very productive of society at all! How were you to thrive as a species? What would a bag of flour do for you when you fell ill in old age? How could a potato assist you if you could not eat it?

Professor Crewel was also intrigued with the idea, so much so that he made it into an assignment. The puzzling introduction of your society's fondness for turning food into family quickly became a monologue on culturing fortitude, overcoming challenges, and assuring the class that this assignment met the 'general life skills' criteria expected of NRC and their excellent mages.

Crewel wouldn't admit it for anything less than a foolproof spell that could make Crowley competent, but he, Trein, and Vargas had bets on what the children would look like. They also had their preferred parents, of course. Given that he was the instructor of the class, he could pick as he pleased.

And he would. And he did.

He was very intrigued with the idea of fae offspring, as he had encountered (and rescued) only smaller species over the course of his potion-making career. Malleus was of impressive size and rare lineage so what would a baby version of him look like?

Like the rest of the class, Crewel was silent and stunned when the two of you stepped out of the summoning circle to see five shiny, pebbly eggs. The eggs were quite large and they had an iridescent sheen to them that could almost pass for a trick of the light. Upon closer inspection, the eggs had almost a geometric, scale-like pattern to them. Some spots thinner than others, giving a suggestion of something curled up inside.

Something warm and joyous roared in Malleus. A jolt of...something...struck deep at his core and all his nerves sang at once. Was this the parental instinct? He felt his eyesight sharpen, honing in on his clutch. His pointed ears flexed, somehow taking in the myriad of sounds around him to the point where he could tell Epel's nose was stuffed and Trey had a dry throat. Magic radiated off of him, sensed but unseen as it seeped into various objects around the room and things began to jump and float.

You picked up the nearest egg and he found it positively endearing. It was nearly as big as your torso! "We got eggs?" you were absolutely confused and held it out to him as if he could explain.

"Indeed! A fine bunch!" Malleus scooped up the other four and excused himself. The specks of green magic had just died when he returned with a basket woven from black briars. Humming and glittering with magic, Malleus gestured for you to put your egg in the vacant spot. The briar vines were alive, curling carefully around the other eggs--thorns facing out--and acting as individual holders.

Something in you said no and you weren't sure why. You just...didn't want to let it go. The egg seemed to pulse against you. "No," you shook your head as Malleus re-wove the briar vines to wrap around his body like some sort of vest, "my egg."

He let out a peal of laughter, head tilted back. Fae were nothing if not protective of their young. Dragon fae were a league above. Perhaps the eggs had cast an enchantment on their magicless parent? Or were his tendencies rubbing off on you? Either way, it was precious.

He'd want nothing less out of his partner.

Anything Crewel said was lost on Malleus, the future king looking over his shelled children as if they were the most precious jewels. His attention was recaptured by the sight of Deuce helping wrestle the assignment binder into your bag. Realizing this was the class that didn't have Lilia, Sebek, or Silver, he requested the class NOT breathe a word to the other Diasomnia students.

It was meant as a request but it came off as more of a decree. A command.

He wanted to give Lilia a proper scare. It was only fair, given his constant nagging and fretting over eggs. The old bat was more than due for a good startle.

"Come, Child of Man!"

You were surprised Malleus wanted to walk to Diasomnia instead of teleport. He explained that dragon eggs were nurtured by the same things that created them--magic and love. The basket was steadily infusing the eggs with his magic, strengthening the children aiding in proper growth. Teleporting may startle them and bursts of magic weren't really suitable for egg development. "So, wait, you love me?"

Your smile was teasing but no less beautiful to him. "Of course," he said with an honesty and ease that hinted at his sheltered upbringing, almost bewildered that you couldn't understand that yourself. "Ceaselessly. That's why Lilia separates us. It would be far too easy to make eggs. Advantageous, though. You can never have enough dragon fae!"

All you could do was blush. Malleus was quite happy with himself. The eggs wiggled and clattered softly against each other, their version of bouncing with delight. You were quite a fertile partner! It was rare enough to sire one egg every few hundred years but you had five!

If you became fae, how many clutches would you have? Malleus wanted a big family, personally. Perhaps one day a Draconia would rule each dorm at NRC! He at least wanted enough that no one felt sick trying to eat a birthday cake.

Malleus flung the door to Diasomnia open with enough force that it ricocheted off the stone, unable to control his strength in his excitement. "Behold, I have sired!"

Sebek was the only noticeable victim, midway through a sip of tea. He practically sucked the cup dry and began to choke. He didn't know whether to lean between his legs and let things drain or throw himself over the back of the couch and clear his throat. Lilia dropped his cup and saucer, tea spilling onto the couch and cup splintering on the floor as he took to beating Sebek on the back. The poor boy was basically being ground into the stone.

You wondered if Lilia looked terrified at the idea of Sebek choking or the sight of the eggs in the basket. His hair was more pointed than usual, seeming to float in distress. Silver had been jostled awake but couldn't quite understand what he was looking at.

These three didn't have potions until later on in the week so Malleus spoiled the lesson for them. Poor Lilia still looked like he wanted to have a heart attack. "We should tell Queen Maleficia."

"Perhaps when they hatch," Malleus was already looking for things to make a nest. It was imperative that his children were comfortable and guarded. You as well! He actually had the brilliant idea to build the nest with you at the center so the children could feel the love you emitted. Yes, you may be a different species and there would be many things to discuss about handling fae but he had no doubts of your capacity to love them.

Your nest was finished off with a fine, fluffy blanket that was surprisingly warm. Far warmer than it looked. "It is made of dragon scale," Malleus explained as he fanned it out over you and the clutch until he was satisfied, "we dragons can repurpose our shedding into things with magical properties."

"These blankets are usually familial gifts," Lilia added as he swept up the pieces of his broken cup. "They're handy for fighting the hibernation instincts when the colder months come."

"What if it's too warm for the kids?"

To hear you say the word 'kids' sent his stomach curling and churning in a way that left him oblivious to your worries. He's surprised a sixth egg didn't spawn, honestly.

What if they couldn't handle the heat as well since you were human? Wouldn't it, like, cook them?

"Fear not, my child of man. Draconias require heat, as we are a fire-breathing variant of dragon fae. They will be fine."

You hummed interestedly and resigned yourself to laying there for a while. It was weird to feel the eggs wiggling and pulsing around you. When you slipped out to grab your binder and see just what this assignment entailed, you were delighted to find Malleus almost stubbornly sticking himself under the blanket. It was for a constant infusion of magic, he said, but you were sure he just didn't want to leave the children alone. He looked obscenely happy to be around the eggs, squishing his lanky form down to touch all five.

The assignment was pretty basic---watch the kid (or kids) for a week and fill out some pages on height, weight, favorite activities, foods, and have them work on a few worksheets so Crewel could review their cognitive development. There were even spots to put handprints and footprints!

"How long do dragon fae even take to hatch?" you asked as you flipped through the assignment. "What if they're not hatched in a week?"

"It's an advanced spell so I'm sure the incubation process will be sped up, too." Lilia rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "But dragons hatch at different rates. There's a lot of factors involved."

"Which is why you should come back to the nest. Maybe they'll hatch faster if we're together." Malleus peeled back a corner of the blanket for you, eggs already clustered in his lap. You humored him, sliding back in and taking two of the eggs. The blanket was pooled around you now, eggs on full display. Silver and Sebek hovered at the edge of the nest, wanting to touch the eggs but a little hesitant.

"Only a little," Malleus cautioned them, his eyes bright. "I don't know if they would funnel your magic."

"Nonsense, my boy," Lilia returned with a thick book and tapped it on Malleus' head gently. "I held you plenty and I was fine. The eggs need to be exposed to all kinds." his clever ploy of handing Malleus a book of names in exchange for an egg almost cost him an arm.

"Instinct," Malleus apologized, letting go. His cheeks were tinged with pink.

"Likewise," Lilia gave him a cheeky smile, egg now cradled to his chest. He held it with both hands and bounced it a little. "This one might be a boy. Feels as heavy as you did!"

The book fell open to the 'M' section and you found it a bit curious. It was even weirder when you realized it fell open to MAL as if this section had been searched for a thousand times. "We Draconia have a tradition with our names," Malleus explained, pointing to his. "As followed by my mother," he pointed to 'Maleanor', "and her mother before her," he pointed to 'Maleficia'.

Thus began a discussion of names. Sebek and Silver were more than happy to give their input. They were quite handy in making sure the names weren't TOO weird. After hearing some of the ones that came out of Lilia's mouth, you could tell Silver was happy to get off with such a simple name. "I was actually thinking of renaming you at one point, you know," Lilia looked at the silver-haired boy, "too many people thought your name was too close to 'iron'. They thought you'd be unlucky."

"I like my name." Silver mumbled quietly.

After what felt like hours, you settled on five names: Malachite, Malum, Mallar, Malchus, and Malric. Lilia had picked up all the eggs and was convinced they were boys. You weren't sure how fae could judge gender from an egg, but he'd been around a lot longer than you. Malleus was so engrossed in the name exchange that he hadn't noticed Lilia sneaking the eggs off his lap to give them to Silver and Sebek. The sight of everyone holding an egg was sweet, you thought.

And realistic. If Malleus ever did have children, Silver, Sebek, and Lilia would be crucial in their lives.

The egg in your lap began to rattle. A deep crack formed at the top. Malleus quickly put it next to his. Three eggs hemmed the two. Hatchings usually happened together, you supposed, because the cracking of the first egg seemed to cause small cracks in the one next to it.

These little eggs were practically hatching in your lap and you were too scared, to in awe, to move them. You saw glimpses of wet scales, tiny horns, little claws, and maybe a tail before they started climbing out of the eggs. It was a very slimy affair. "A double! OH SEVENS, A DOUBLE!" Lilia practically inhaled a piece of eggshell when two little dragons climbed out of one egg. Malleus separated them gently, holding one each by their tender little bellies. He cooed at them.

"This one smells different," Malleus narrowed his eyes at the one in his right hand. Lilia gave it a cautious sniff.

"It's a girl!" Lilia, Sebek, and Malleus gave the others another smell in case the missed the gender. End result: five boys, one girl. 'Malin' was a maybe name that became a real one. Lilia ran off to tell Maleficia--somehow? You weren't sure how. Couldn't imagine a Queen having a cell phone--while the four of you started trying to get...claw prints...for the assignment.

Human babies, you had an idea of. Fussy when hungry, wet, and practically anything else but dragon babies were on a different level! You felt like you were wrestling a big cat! They were on the playful side, thankfully, but touching their claws and tiny pads earned gummy nips and a lot of writhing.

Silver was having the easiest time, somehow. Sebek had already been tail-slapped and gummed. A second dragon was climbing up his back and pawing at his hair. You had huffy, smoky protests and some scratches from the one in front of you; the other was currently chewing on your shirt and pulling at it. Malleus was locked in the growl version of a 'yes-no' as his dragon baby rolled every which way but onto the paper correctly.

This was going to be a long week.

Your week consisted of:

Trying to find a way to differentiate them. You tried painting their claws a certain color but that went as well as trying to get a print for the assignment. Tying cute little bandannas and things around their necks just caused a bunch of shredded mess to be cleaned up. You finally learned to tell them apart by the slight color difference in their bellies

Malric and Malin getting into fights consistently, tangling themselves into a big ball of scales and snarling and nipping at each other. The other three were usually a casualty. Malachite figured out he could separate them by flopping on top of them when they rolled by.

Malum was a biter and Mallar was a head-butter. When the twins turned on Malachite (as they often would), Mallar would come out of nowhere to headbutt Malric. You don't know how Malin escaped practically unscathed when she was literally half the problem. Malchus was your 'they're doing it again!' alarm child.

Lots of baby dragon ambushes. You're only holding ONE of them? HOW DARE YOU! You will soon find yourself besieged by baby dragons as they crawl over each other to cuddle and get attention. It doesn't matter what you were doing or holding before the onslaught.

Finding random piles of equally random things. Malleus says they're trying to build their hoard. Random 'hoards' you've found include: socks, silverware, pens, pencils, buttons, and several Diasomnia hats.

They learn to blow smoke at each other when they have their dragon arguments and it's not uncommon for windows to be opened to air Diasomnia out. Malleus is highly amused.

Zoomies at night. Because they're dragon fae, they're nocturnal and they don't understand you need to sleep. They usually sleep in a supervised pile in Malleus' room but will cause an UNGODLY amount of noise if they're not entertained.

They have cuddle piles when they sleep. Silver is main cuddle pillow. He's practically smothered by baby dragons but they all make these tiny, happy chirps when they nap with him. Sebek tried to wake Silver up and got three clouds of smoke blown at him all at once.

Taking them to NRC on Day 1 was a terrible, terrible idea. They were after anything that wasn't nailed down (for the hoard), wanted to climb everything, and would randomly squirm out of your arms to follow the students if something interested them. Idia about pissed himself when he noticed one had followed him to flying class.

Making it through a day of classes was almost impossible. Lilia, Sebek, and Malleus were constantly texting each other to do a kid count after Idia brought Malachite back. You didn't even know that Mallar had disappeared (you had Malin and Malum) until you heard about Sebek interrupting one of Cater's lives to snatch the baby dragon from him! After nearly giving Trein a heart attack and politely rescuing Lucius from Malin, the teachers agreed to make all of your assignments 'take home' until the kids were more...controllable.

You want to try socializing them again on Day 2 but Lilia insists they're still too feral and he doesn't want a repeat of Day 1. He has found immense joy in the laser light Idia gave him. It keeps him AND the kids occupied!

You and Malleus are doing constant kid counts. More than once you've only found five instead of six and Lilia is usually the culprit. Malchus is the number one victim.

They get their human form on day 3. You're not too hurt that they look like copies of Malleus. It's a spell and he's the one that has magic. He argues that some of the kids have your eye color, though. Malum has your hair color.

After Day 3, things get considerably easier. Feeding them is no longer a thing where you might have to write your will in advance. They're more open to trying things and quit trying to eat off of each other's plates like they'll never see food again. You think you see some sharing!

They speak in small sentences and prefer to point to things they want. Their favorite thing to do is to hang off of someone's shoulders (usually Malleus) and just guide them to what they want.

Malric likes spicy food, Malin prefers salty things, Malum is your unexpected sweets kid, Malchus devours all things citrus and sour, Malachite will eat a whole loaf of bread if you don't watch him, and Mallar is the pickiest eater.

Malum is your gentle cuddlebug

Mallar has physically fought Lilia over dinner because he didn't want to eat what Lilia cooked. He was the first one to breathe fire and almost burned Lilia's nose.

You measured the children for the assignment and was surprised to see that Malum was tallest. He spent so much time cuddled up to you that you didn't notice. Malachite is second-tallest, Malric just after him, with Malin and Mallar being tied for shortest.

Silver takes them on a walk through the woods every afternoon. He makes everyone hold hands. Malleus isn't far behind and usually steals one to ride on his shoulders.

Despite how loud he is, none of the kids really listen to Sebek. Malleus and Lilia make them listen. Malachite is the first to leave room when Sebek gets loud. Malin is most likely to comfort him and make an effort. She coaches him, to your surprise ("People would like you more if you weren't so loud.")

Lilia invites Baur over to see the children because he just has to brag. Something about the intimidating crocodile fae sends Mallar into a hissing, gouging mood and Baur is most amused. He play wrestles with them (as much as a stern-faced ex warrior plays) and thinks they'll make fine fighters one day.

Malin accidentally scratched a scale off of him and got a little worried. Baur and Lilia were in shock. "A fine princess! You'll take after your grandma one day!" Lilia smiled.

Day 4 is a visit from Queen Maleficia herself and you don't know what to think. The kids have all huddled around you--protecting you--as they assess this new dragon. You expected her to be much harsher, getting the anti-human warnings and all, but she's nicer than anticipated. The most she said to you was 'Impressive clutch size' but that counted, right?

Malchus, your favorite kitchen helper, caught what he thought was a look from her. One aimed at you. He looks her dead in her face and says, 'If you don't like them, I won't love you for a thousand years."

She laughed so hard you didn't know what to think. Neither did Lilia.

Queen Maleficia brought them little trinkets and snacks from Briar Valley. Their favorite thing was a back-scratcher. They sat at her feet for hours, just letting that rough weird brush go over them. The dragon vocals were in full swing and she answered them in dragon speak. She was impressed with how they helped Lilia set the table and had a good laugh at Mallar saying, "If you don't let Lilia cook I will love you for a thousand years."

It was an unexpected visit but it couldn't have gone too badly because there was no lightning involved (according to Lilia).

Day 5 saw you trying to integrate the kids into NRC. It went much smoother this time but there were still disappearances. And favorites.

Malin seemed to like hanging out with Jack and Trey the most and got in trouble more than once for trying to pick pieces of fur off of Crewel's coat.

Mallar liked Cater and Kalim; Mallar was actually one of the more outgoing kids.

Malchus found company with Epel and Jamil. He'd go on and on about how Epel talked funny and Jamil made the most delicious food ever.

Malachite thought Idia's hair was cool and wanted to know what all of his 'strange stuff' did. That discussion led to Rook butting in and saying how cool Science Club was, so Malachite ended up following Rook around to learn things after Idia's people battery was drained.

Malric was heavily influenced by Ace; the two had gotten in trouble for letting the flamingos out but he didn't care because he got to ride one. He promptly stole Riddle's tiny crown while the redhead attempted to lecture him and only gave it back after Malleus literally dragged him to the throne room of Heartslabyul and held him up by the back of his shirt like a sad puppy.

Malum liked to stick with Silver but was encouraged to get to know Riddle while learning to ride horses. The young dragon was impressed by what Riddle knew and asked him a million questions. Riddle suggested he get to know Azul, but Malum quickly decided that friendship was not for him. Azul smelled funny and he had an overwhelming urge to bite him. In the end, his favorite person on campus was Lucius (even though that doesn't count).

They wrote down who they hung out with, what they liked, and what they did for Crewel before taking their assessments.

The end of the assignment saw you and Malleus with an A; the kids were healthy and strong. Their assessments were all above average but Crewel could see that only Malachite and Malum actually tried. Malric did it because he was nagged, Malchus was told he'd sit there for however long it took (no interest whatsoever), and Malin did it with such disdain her papers were actually singed.

Before the kids disappeared, you were presented with a bunch of scales and shedding. It was heartwarming. Lilia did say the sheddings were familial, after all.

They disappeared in a puff of smoke and you let everything settle. You survived five days with dragons! That was impressive! As if he could read your mind, Malleus said, "Grandmother was impressed, too. She looks forward to her great-grandchildren coming around again."

[mirrored-muse]

Pla pls pls shauna being dependent on us without even being friends?

-sharing the hut with shauna strapman bcs she said so

-she wears you clothes

-she writes in her diary about you looking DIRECTLY at you

-she announces that you dating after learning that you are indeed gay af

MAN I LOVE BISEXUAL STALIN

ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ | ꜱ.ꜱ

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ᴀ/ɴ: ᴛᴡ: ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ᴛᴏxɪᴄ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱʜᴀᴜɴᴀ (ᴡʜᴀᴛꜱ ɴᴇᴡ). ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛɪɴɢ, ᴀʟꜱᴏ ʟᴍᴀᴏ ʙɪꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ꜱᴛᴀʟɪɴ.

You start to notice that your things are going missing.

A sweater here, a pair of socks there. The first few times, you assume it’s just the chaos of camp. Maybe someone else took them, maybe you misplaced them. Nothing is yours out here, not really. But then you catch her wearing one of your shirts. Not by accident, Shauna Shipman doesn’t do accidents. It’s a little too big for her, and falls loosely off her shoulders in a way that makes it obvious she knows exactly whose it is.

One day she catches you staring. She doesn’t look away, just raises her eyebrows like, Yeah? What are you gonna do about it?

You say nothing. Maybe because you’re a little scared of her. Or maybe because, deep down, you really don’t mind.

You and Shauna aren’t even friends. She barely speaks to you. She’s sharper than most of the knives in camp, known for cutting people down with a single glance or a clipped insult. You’ve heard her yell at Mari over nothing, push past Lottie like she isn’t there, snap at Van for chewing too loud.

But when it comes to you, it’s different. She’s still quiet. Still intense. But not cruel. Not cold.

And lately, she’s always nearby.

She walks with you when you go to gather wood. Not talking, just close enough that you hear her breathing. She sits beside you at the fire, even if there’s space elsewhere. You catch her staring, all the time, and when you glance back, she doesn’t look away.

You find her writing in her journal one afternoon. Everyone knows she has one. You’ve never been curious until now. She’s sitting with her knees drawn up to her chest, her journal open in her lap, but she’s not looking at the page. She’s looking at you.

You tilt your head. “What are you writing about?”

She doesn’t blink. Just keeps scribbling. “You.”

You laugh nervously. “Kind of weird, don’t you think?”

“I don’t care if it is.”

You should be unnerved. But you’re not. You just feel… seen. In a way, you hadn’t before.

And then it escalates.

She insists on sharing your hut.

There’s no vote, no conversation. She just shows up one night with her blanket and knife and sets up camp in your little corner of the clearing like she’s always belonged there.

“Shauna, you can’t just—”

“Yes, I can.” She glares at you like she’s daring you to challenge her. “You don’t snore. You don’t talk in your sleep. It makes sense.”

You stare at her. “That’s it?”

Her lips twitch, almost like a smile. She doesn’t answer.

⸻

You start noticing the little things.

How she always leaves food for you, even when there’s barely enough to go around. She throws a rock at a raccoon that gets too close to your shoes at night. Once, you tripped on a tree root and she grabbed your arm like you were made of glass, keeping you from falling.

But she still doesn’t say anything. Not directly. Not about how she watches you, sleeps inches from you, and writes about you like it’s second nature. She just acts like you’re hers.

So you decide to act like you are.

You sit beside her at the fire, pressing your shoulder into hers deliberately. You see her stiffen. You reach into your makeshift bag and pull out your extra shirt, the one she always steals, and hand it to her without a word. She takes it, quiet, eyes flicking up to meet yours. You don’t look away.

That night, she curls up beside you without asking.

⸻

The next day Mari tries to hand you a chunk of jerky during rations. It’s hard-earned, and you’re starving, but before you can take it, Shauna’s hand is already on your wrist, light, but firm.

“She doesn’t eat that.”

Mari raises an eyebrow. “It’s meat. We all eat that.”

Shauna tilts her head, slow, like she’s thinking through whether it’s worth getting into. “It’s burnt. I said she doesn’t eat that.”

You blink at her. So does Mari. But then Shauna calmly tears off a better piece from her own stash and places it in your palm, not breaking eye contact with Mari the whole time. It’s the kind of silent threat only Shauna can pull off, no yelling, no theatrics, just that look in her eye that makes you feel like backing down is your best chance at survival.

You don’t say anything. You chew and swallow and try not to smile.

A few hours later you’re all out collecting firewood for camp when Tai calls your name from across the clearing. “Hey! Can you come help me drag this log out of the way?”

You take a step in her direction, just one, but Shauna’s suddenly beside you, eyebrows furrowed and voice low.

“She’s busy.”

Tai stops mid-lift. “What, you speak for her now?”

“No.” Shauna steps in front of you, chin raised. “She’s mine and I said she’s busy.”

It’s loud enough that the rest of the girls nearby go quiet. You freeze behind her, heart hammering. It doesn’t feel like she even thought it through, it just came out. Like she couldn’t stop herself.

Van laughs, not even trying to hide her grin. “Okay, damn, possessive much?”

“Shut up,” Shauna mutters, but there’s no real venom in it. She’s already looking at you again.

You should be embarrassed. You should say something. You should tell her she doesn’t get to claim you like that in front of everyone like you’re some object, but you don’t. Because it doesn’t feel like possession. It feels like protection. Like she’s wrapped herself around you in all the ways the wilderness hasn’t.

⸻

That night, when you return to the hut, Shauna’s already waiting, knife tucked under her pillow, your shirt on again. She doesn’t say anything as you crawl in beside her, just lets you settle in before pulling the blanket up around your shoulders like it’s her job.

You speak first this time. “You told the whole camp I was yours.”

She doesn’t look at you. “You are.”

“And if I wasn’t okay with that?”

“I’d find a way to make you okay with it.”

You huff out a soft laugh. “Scary.”

“Not to you.”

And she’s right. Because when her fingers curl around your wrist in the dark, soft and possessive, you let them. You want them to.

[littlelovelunette]

How about reader x g!p ambessa on NN November initials Bessa loved the challenge but with all readers teasing she’s is about to snap. Will she last or can reader break her and win at something against her?

The November Challenge

G!P!Ambessa Medarda x Fem!Reader

Contains smut, creampie, amab!Ambessa

Ambessa was resisting herself sex for so long, all for the damned challenge. It was 30th November and she seemed as casual about it as ever.

You didn't really know whether she was pretending to be fine or whether her balls were just made of steel. Ambessa calmly combed through your hair, dolling you up for her. She did this often and you thought nothing of it.

The clock in the room ticked in the tense silence as Ambessa's fingers laced through your silky hair with ease, gently parting them, massaging your scalp with her big, calloused hands as if she'd been doing this for years.

"Such pretty hair," Ambessa hummed as she continued playing with your hair.

You giggled shyly feeling Ambessa's hands coming down on your arms to put you closer to herself, her clothed bulge pressed against you from behind but you didn't care. You didn't feel her being hard, so you didn't really care. Maybe she indeed was acting No-Nut-November. And you were proud of her for that.

Ambessa's golden eyes were fixed on the clock like a hawk, waiting for it to hit twelve o'clock and then finally it would be 1st December, she'd be able to fuck you raw. But time seemed to stretch on forever and Ambessa's patience was wearing thin.

While a part of her regretted ever agreeing to the challenge because if she didn't, she could've been fucking you raw into the mattress but because she did, she's now suffering trying to confine her cock in her pants... for now.

You could read her thoughts without having to look behind at her expression, you knew, the growing tent in her cock told you a bunch of stories. Her clothed hard-on pressed against your back, no matter how much Ambessa tried to hide it, it was there and her body reacted to her neediness.

"You need it," you said, your voice soft, "Just do it, fuck me."

"You're playing a dangerous game," Ambessa's hands came to encircle around you so you couldn't escape even if you wanted to.

Ambessa looked back at the clock as if silently begging it to hit twelve already but of course, it didn't. She spent the next few minutes with her face buried in the crook of your neck, her hot breath hitting the sensitive skin of your neck causing you to giggle a little.

You turned around, wrapping your arms around Ambessa's neck, "I love you."

"I love you too, darling," Ambessa said, her voice softening with the confession.

Ambessa glanced up at the clock again, impatiently groaning as she let out a deep exhale, her hot breath tickling the curve of your neck.

"Give up already," you said, your hands resting on her forearms.

"No," Ambessa insisted.

How long would she even last? You were certain she wouldn't go the next ten minutes without fucking you but oh, how wrong you were.

Ambessa waited with her eyes closed and the moment the clock hit twelve, her eyes snapped open. She slammed you against the huge bed as her she left open-mouthed kisses all over your neck.

Your mouth opened but only a small breathy sound escaped, fingers bundling in the silken sheets, "Mmm... So good."

"Yeah?" Ambessa smirked slightly, hands massaging your sides as she slowly undressed you, drinking in the way you looked like a rabid dog.

"You look divine," she said.

You blushed, looking away once she complimented you in such an intimate way. You felt her removing your panties, letting out a content sigh at the sight of your pussy.

Ambessa shed her clothes too, revealing her massive, twitching cock which was already oozing precum. The veins were so prominent and the tip was reddened. You eagerly raised a hand, grabbing the shaft of the cock making Ambessa's breath hitch slightly.

She hadn't expected you to eagerly palm her dick. It didn't take her long to compose herself and when she did, she was smirking so damn evil. Ambessa propped herself up on her knees between your legs, and your hand let go of her length watching as she guided herself against your soaked slit.

You watched with anticipation as her cock slowly breached the initial resistance in your cunt because she'd not fucked it for thirty straight days. You had gotten tighter.

Ambessa's huge shaft inside you felt so sensitive for her, length twitching due to the overwhelming warmth surrounding her. She groaned softly before she leaned forward to capture your lips in a soft kiss.

You moaned in the kiss feeling her huge length penetrate you all the way making overwhelming waves of pleasure spread all over your body. Your hands reached to scratch at Ambessa's back frantically, whining due to the pace she was going at.

"'Bessa, I'm cumming, please, sl-slow down," you whimpered, body barely able to keep up with Ambessa.

The bed shook violently but Ambessa never ceased, "Fucking take it," she said in your ear, gripping you painfully hard. Ambessa threw one of your legs over her shoulder so she could hit deeper, groaning as you clenched around her huge length, "Fuck," she cursed.

Ambessa's eyes closed tightly and she held you close to herself before she busted her load in you finally.

Your toes curled feeling her warm seed in you, whining and moaning. You were a babbling mess, incoherent sentences seeping out of your mouth. "Please, Ambessa, wanna come too..."

Ambessa smiled, "You wanna come on my cock?" You nodded eagerly to her inquiry and she made you do exactly that.

[onsomenewsht]

Jazz for Peanuts

About the time your daughter shows her attitude

》 Leah Williamson x Reader

》 words count: +1.1k

》 All you need is love. But a little chocolate now and then doesn't hurt.

Deciding to have a kid with Leah is a no-brainer choice, probably the easiest you ever made in your life.

Never been more sure of anything in your life.

She’s exactly the person you pictured growing a family with. Loyal, passionate, caring. Ready to win any fight for the ones she cares, the ones she loves.

The process of having a kid with Leah, however, is anything but easy.

Months of consults, check-ups, exams. Months of doubts and insecurities. Months of waiting out of your power. And for a control freak as the footballer is, those were the worst.

When it finally works, it’s the best feeling ever.

The English captain is over the moon, you’re pretty sure you never saw her happier – you know, you were right by her side when she won the biggest awards of her career, when she promised you forever in front of the most important people in her life.

It’s the best feeling, until the reality of pregnancy hits you like a wall.

It’s up and downs. It’s morning sickness and weird cravings, it’s kind kicks that reminds you there’s an actually living being inside you and painful reminders it’s growing and moving. It’s waves of emotions, all at once and all the time.

It’s a process and you’re glad more than anything that you can go through it with Leah next to you.

Finley comes into your lives loudly, immediately asserting her character and determination.

She surprises the nurses with big, curious eyes and even more impressive lungs. She shows her interest in Amanda’s hair with strong pulls, the same hands that, oh-so-gently, have your hearts wrapped in a thigh grip.

She grows so much and so fast that you end up questioning if such a tiny human being could shape time as she pleases.

Scrappy kicks turn into dangerously fearless tiny steps, and now she runs around the house like the miniature version of an athlete training for some mad competition.

Tiny onesies with animals and Arsenal’s badges turn into colorful and sparkling dresses she wears just a couple of times before she moves on. Now, she apparently inherits her mother’s fashion sense.

Sleepless nights spent crying turn into tantrums over underappreciated lunches, and now she negotiates her screen time like an unfair trial.

Finley is growing into a really determinant, stubborn kid despite being barely tall enough to get on the car seat on her own.

She’s witty, smart, and definitely too cute.

Leah looks at her with a light in her eyes that sparkles just around your daughter, a light that didn’t even exist before Finley.

You may have made her from scratch. Your own organs may have had to find new positions to let her space, but she has your wife’s flame burning inside. It’s something that never fails to amuse you, as annoying as it is sometimes.

Like right now, stuck in North London’s traffic with an inpatient Leah and a bored five-year old daughter in the back seat.

“Finny, my life, can you please stop kicking me?”, the blonde asks, voice over the edge in a way just a kid could get fly over their head.

“I’m not kicking you, I’m kicking the back of the seat”, she argues, as a matter of fact.

You hold a scoff just to not be the straw that breaks the camel’s back.

Of course, the traffic light turns red exactly when the car is about to run over it, making the defender drop her head in frustration.

The real challenge is fighting the urge to remind Leah you had, indeed, predicted it.

She had to watch the last minutes of Arsenal’s game, so sure it couldn’t be a problem to delay the drive to your mother’s house. And now you’re stuck, traffic laws and any kind of universal rule against her.

You place a comforting hand on her thigh, trying to be a supportive wife.

“Mama, I’m hungry!”

“I know, we’re almost there”

“Not if mom keeps driving this slow”, your daughter mutters, loud enough to be heard by Leah.

“I’m driving as fast as this idiot in front let me”, she grumples in the exact same way, earning a discrete slap for her words choice, “What? You shouldn’t be allowed on the road if you could be faster by walking, it’s not safe”

“Can I have the candies mama hide under the seat?”

Traitor.

“Finny, keep playing with Bear”, you change the subject, avoiding Leah’s raised eyebrow to divert the little girl’s attention to her toy.

“You could let me starve? That’s not really nice, mama, you always say sharing is caring”

A backstabber, your own daughter.

The English defender is the one trying to suppress an amused laugh now, guessing she’s not in the position to piss you off more, “Finny, it will ruin your appetite, granny made your favourite pasta”

“My appetite is already ruined. It’s taking so long granny’s gonna be dead when we get there”

“Finley!”

“What? You’re pretty old, and granny is even older! She keeps saying she’s ready to reunite with grandad anyway”

You need to have a serious conversation with your mother about the things she says in front of a smart kid that soaks up knowledge like a sponge.

Right now, though, Leah must be the proper adult as you’re trying your best not to burst laughing.

It’s inappropriate, the way you’re both reacting at the witty remarks of a five-years old girl who needs help to brush her teeth but apparently has no issues at roasting her entire family.

You can’t let her realise how clever and funny you think she is. It’s going to make her unstoppable - and insufferable.

Finley shows every sign of listening and understanding the lecture on being patient and gentle with her words that you and Leah are trying to give her. Two adults more troubled with getting a grip on themselves than with their kid’s attitude.

You just know she’s going to use it against you at the first opportunity.

“Fine, I’ll play nice”

It seems to get better after that.

The slowest car ever been on the road finally makes a turn and allows your wife to goose the engine, mother-in-law reassured over the phone for the second time.

Your daughter is calmer, still kicking the back of the seat, but reassured either granny or her are going to die anytime soon.

You, on the other hand, are debating if you could get through it all over again, knowing this is what your life with Leah and Finley looks like.

“Mom?”

“Yes?”

“How long?”

And, just like that, peace is over.

“Five more minute”

“You sure?”, the kid asks your wife, doubtful but innocently enough.

“I said five more minute, Finny”

It’s coming, she is preparing for the final blow.

You know it’s coming.

Finley waits a moment, then screams, “Siri, start a five minute timer!”

[utilitycaster]

We've seen three death moves overall for CR Daggerheart (in addition to this episode, Kexon, Travis's Menagerie character, did one as well) and every single time they've chosen Risk It All and so far they've all made it so I am EXCITED to see more. I do want to talk about multiple issues that can come up with D&D death/resurrection rules and which have, indeed, come up in Critical Role campaigns, which death moves address. I've mentioned a lot of these in scattered posts and comments, but here are the ones I have in mind all in one place.

Not ready to say goodbye to the character. It gives a graceful and easy option for people who don't want to let a beloved PC die - just go unconscious. The scar mechanic in Daggerheart is also great because it becomes more likely with higher levels (scars are if you roll equal to or under your character's level, ie, had Sam or Ashley picked that option, they only had a 1/12 chance to take a scar since they're level 1), so it allows you to ease in or hang on to a low level character for a while.

Less immediate burden on healers (or people with potions). I happen to enjoy the challenge of playing a D&D healer, but it does mean that if you're the cleric and you are perfectly positioned for a devastating Inflict Wounds and someone goes down and rolls a nat 1 death save, suddenly your turn becomes "heal or at least stabilize now or else you're kind of an asshole." The collaborative, turn-based but not specifically ordered battle rules of Daggerheart do a lot to (pun not intended) combat this, but the fact that someone can simply go unconscious and sit out the rest of the fight means it doesn't shift what everyone else does.

No anticlimactic deaths. This is, off topic, a big refutation in my opinion to the "made for actual play" argument (which is itself not a valid argument anyway) but: there is no going out quietly on a third failed death save. Either you stay alive, you canonically go out in a blaze of glory, or there is a literal above table gamble for your life with the odds only slightly in your favor. No slow bleeding out that the DM has to narrate to seem more cool than it is; no five rounds of dread; even if you risk it all and fail, it's one and done.

Less fear of bold moves. Consider: you do have slightly in-your-favor odds to risk it all; and if you win, you may very well end up in better shape than you were before! You probably will, actually, given that you have no hit points left. Because there's an out provided if you really can't say goodbye there's really no reason not to risk it on the battlefield, and also if you're staring down a TPK, one of you risking it all could genuinely turn the tide in your favor. It might be better to go down and hope you get back up than to play it too safe in a battle of attrition.

No critting and immediately falling unconscious again. A crit on a death save is in fact really fucking good in D&D too, but you do have one hit point, so you get your turn, and then you might just go straight back down. A crit in Daggerheart? You're fully back on your feet and better than ever.

You can choose to let a death stand with minimal OOC discussion. On the other hand, if you feel this is a narratively meaningful place to let the character die? You ensure a dramatic and satisfying finale, and you make your definitive exit, without needing to pause an emotional combat scene to provide the other players with, effectively, your character's DNR. The death move you chose (and the fact that it's very hard to resurrect in Daggerheart) does the work for you.

Resurrection never feels cheap. Obviously there's the fact that resurrection is literally extremely difficult to do in Daggerheart, far more so than D&D; but also, if you die via running out of hope slots from multiple times choosing to avoid death, that is something you'd be aware was coming up - rather like how a character with multiple scars in Candela Obscura knows they'll need to retire. You can't stave off death forever, but you'll know when you're running low on hope slots and be able to make peace with it - or decide to meet it head on.