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Raiden x Reader: Size Difference(Lemon Slice)

Warning/Context: This is a partial written sex story. Just a realistic scenario of what could happen if a petite woman fucks a 7 foot, buffed man 😛 ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dusk is peaking at this time. Lucky you, you've done all your chores on your off day. Now, you get to make a drink and decompress for the rest of your day. The rocking chair on your front porch is an ideal sitting place as you get to watch the sun set in the sky of warm colors. 

What startles you is a sudden bright flash in your eyes. You flinched, but you got a good grip on your drink, thankfully. This isn't really the first time this man has made an unexpected visit like this. What does he want now?

"Gods forbid you ever coming across an epileptic person." You stand to greet the familiar Thunder God. "How are you, Raiden?"

"Earthrealm has been safely secured. I deem no uprising threats today while I patrolled, so it seemed not of risk to make a visit to you."

 Well, that's not exactly what you asked. His head dipped, hiding his eyes but not his frown. What got him all down today? Did he get into a bad argument with Fujin again? Was he feeling guilty about past mistakes again? 

"Okay, but how are you?"

Raiden doesn't answer. 

Not so good then.

You press up against him, hugging his arm. "Did you get into it with Fujin again?" You weren't there when it happened but you heard the Temple was storming badly.

"He's not at the Sky Temple anymore. He... left me to go live with humans." 

"Sorry to hear that for you. How's Liu?"

"Him and Kung Lao are busy with their own matters. It's best I don't interfere with their lives."

"Did you consult with the Elder Gods recently?"

"Many times. Once before I showed up here." That's unsurprising. "Yet, it would seem I've not figure out my problem. Everything is well. The ones I'm fond of are happy yet..."

"...You're lonely." You finish for him in an empathetic tone. 

No matter how much Raiden would deny his human emotions, he'd still have them. It was one of his flaws. One of many you accepted. Subconsciously, he has come here for comfort. And he'd never admit to that. At the end of the day, he is a hypocrite, ashamed or not.

---Timeskip brought to you by Fujin at a party with lots of confetti in his hair, Jax is there making sure he doesn't get roofied--- 

When night hits, the two of you were kissing passionately on your bed. You allow Raiden to strip you down, before undressing himself. This isn't the first time you two hooked up in secret. However, you've definitely been more in the mood than right now. 

As he lays on top of you and attacks your neck before he inserts himself, you glare at the ceiling and think. 

By all means, it wasn't Raiden. The stoic, always focused man is great in bed. Perhaps it's because you went most of the day not expecting to be intimate. For it is a sudden appearance on Raiden's part. You didn't speak up since you believed he really needed this and that it shouldn't take long. You figured you'd get more aroused on the way.

Raiden plants two more kisses on your neck before gently biting down and pushing his girthy piece inside slowly. Your mouth opens but let's no sound out. His size will always catch you off guard.

The god lets out deep moans already. You felt so perfect like usual around him. His larger hand grabs yours to intertwine fingers. He's always so sweet with you considering how large and more powerful he is. It takes you away from the immense pressure going on in your insides. Until he speeds up.

A few moans from you slipped out, but you were mostly gasping every time he thrusts back in you deep. You're too sensitive tonight. It kinda hurt. Each gasp shortens your breath too which adds on. 

"Raiden," You tap him and say with a hoarse whisper. "Let's switch up the position. Please." 

"Are you well?" He asked concerned, placing a hand on your cheek and checking in.

"Yes, I just want to be on top." You lied in a sultry tone.

You thought riding him would be better that way you had control. He helped you get on top of him. His hand resting on your hip as you slowly lowered yourself onto him. Lord Raiden's head rolls back in pleasure, although you didn't sit all the way down on his dick. You just couldn't. 

His tip reaches your cervix so easily. You're living the dream of some freaky woman's fantasy. One that would be eager to be pounded with a cock this big. But really, this was very difficult. His dick is stretching you in a way that stings. 

But what broke you is when he humps upward into you, bucking his hardened length and hitting your cervix harder, earning a harsh whimper from you. 

"Ah- Okay, I'm sorry- I... I can't. Not tonight." You just got off him and took a deep breath. You felt like curling up. 

Raiden immediately sits up and touches you to console you. "I'm very sorry! Did I hurt you?" He stops rubbing your arm and instead pulls you to his frame to hold you.

"I'm fine... You're just big. That's all." You softly chuckled and nuzzled up to him. "Would cuddling just be okay with you for the night?"

"Anything you are comfortable with, Y/n. You don't need to force yourself ever. Just being in your presence is enough." ~~~~~~~~~~~~ My first lemon in 2025 😅(last time was in September). I had this lil idea in mind for a little bit. Please enjoy!

[cadejos]

MEASURING NANAMI'S CRITICAL HIT POWER

i'm going to take a few liberties here, and make some assumptions based on characters' dialogues. however, i'll still try to be as realistic as possible with this assessment.

it all starts with this panel from chapter 231.

nanami in the panel says quite plainly that the critical hits he works hard to pull off are equal to gojo's average, no-effort punches. we can make the reasonable guess that gojo's "average punch" are his punches that are enhanced with blue. why? because those are the punches kusakabe talks about.

these are also the punches gojo himself brings up in chapter 256, as for why it's less likely (less necessary) for him to perform black flashes.

hese punches are intense enough that they make heavy hitters like hakari and yuuta nauseus. they're clearly not happy to have been on the receiving end.

... so we can draw the conclusion that if nanami were to do a critical hit with his full strength, the same effect would be achieved.

the problem now is clarifying what nanami means by a "critical hit". in chapter 20 of the manga when he is describing his technique, critical hit is exactly the term he uses, so we could assume that he means his base power with his CT in chapter 231. right? but i don't think its that simple.

i think there's levels to the critical hits, and not all of them are made equal. in order to meet the criteria for "full power critical hit", nanami needs to do a certain number of things. it can't just be his average jab, since he says that he needs to put great effort to match the likes of gojo's baseline strength.

one of those things may be "revealing his hand", a binding vow which increases the effectiveness of a technique in exchange for letting the enemy know what's up, and it's something he uses in that very chapter. (casually, it uses gojo as an example too)

nanami reveals his hand mainly for yuuji's benefit (and for us as readers), we don't know if he really needed it for this curse. after all, he still only hit it with the blunt side, implying that he can regulate the level of his blows through the use of his tool vs other things, like his fists (which may be more powerful, perhaps because the cursed energy does not have to flow into his cleaver)

average hits may be enough for weak curses, but stronger opponents require stronger measures. in his fight with mahito, he both reveals his hand and employs his overtime binding vow. even nanami's average punches merely represent 80% of his baseline capacity, making analysis a little blurry.

this is also the chapter that introduces us to ratio technique: collapse, an expansion of nnmi's 7:3 technique. it's enough to pulverize everything in a specific area, and it feels like a "minor earthquake" even from a distance.

nanami's technique is all about buffs and debuffs, both inherent and self imposed. the fact that he engages successfully in so many battles with curses at only 80% of his CE capacity is something that is quite noteworthy and oftentimes overlooked. i doubt that collapse would be as powerful at 80%, but that's why he only uses it after overtime is in place. it probably would still be pretty formidable with 100% capacity.

we are not even taking black flashes into account, an area where nanami excels. a critical hit buff stacked on top of a critical hit that is already buffed? that sounds borderline excessive. but that's something that nanami has been shown to be capable of.

so, all of this to come to the conclusion that the upper range of nanami's punches, given the proper conditions, are homologous with gojo's middle range blue enhanced punches. all of this is not to talk down on gojo's punches, but quite the opposite.

nanami needs to be precise in order to hit the weak spot his technique has forcibly created. gojo doesn't have that limitation. while nanami needs to actively think and measure his blows, gojo barely has to think, as it comes like second nature through the use of his six eyes.

still, the fact that level of power is even reachable for him is not insignificant.

[impala-dreamer]

Like He Owns It

A Story from The Top Gun Universe

~Working late sometimes has its advantages, even if it seems like all you’re getting is annoyed…~

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x F!Reader

1776 Words

NSFW, Snark and Sex, Fun times. | Originally Published to Patreon Sept 2023

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He walked in like he owned the place, ignoring the sign on the door clearly stating the bar was closed. 

A burst of hot air accompanied his entrance, battling the air conditioning and making Y/N look up from the till. Shadowed by the night and haloed by the few neon lights still on above the bar, he looked like a romantic lead plucked right out of a Hallmark movie.

Y/N hated Hallmark movies. 

She sighed and shoved the register closed with her hip. “Sorry, we’re closed.”  

Hangman sucked his teeth and grinned. “Yeah, I can read.” 

“And yet- you still walked in.” Y/N narrowed her eyes, trying to appear unimpressed by the sharp, sunkissed jaw and flash of white teeth. 

“I said I can read, not that I care.” 

Rolling her eyes, Y/N grabbed a damp rag from the sink and made a show of buffing the beer taps. “I’m busy and we’re closed. What do you want?” 

Green eyes scanned her body and Y/N felt every second of it. Annoyed but slightly excited by his observation, she leaned over to catch a spill on the bartop and gave him a peek down her tank top. 

He sucked in a quick breath and wet his lips with the tip of his pink tongue. 

“Hello?” Clearing her throat to regain his attention, Y/N asked again, “What do you want?”

Hangman straightened up and rolled his shoulders, pulling her gaze to the thick muscles under his shirt. “I was in here earlier,” he explained. “You might have noticed me.” 

She had, but she wouldn’t admit it. “I see a lot of flyboys around here.”

He grinned and held his hands open as if showing himself off. “But none like me.” He winked.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “They literally all look like you.” She sighed, feigning annoyance and utter exasperation while hiding her growing interest. “For the last time, I beg of you- what do you want?” 

Feeling slightly dejected, Hangman looked away and sucked his teeth. “Sunglasses.” 

“What about them?”

“Lost them.”

Y/N puckered her lips in thought and swept her eyes over the bar. “Not here. Sorry.”

Three strides forward had him against the counter. He set his hand down and drummed his fingertips over the dull lacquered wood. “Mind looking in the lost and found?” he asked with a soft look. “They’re my favorite pair.” 

Y/N laughed. “You think we have a lost and found?” 

“Sure. What happens to all the stuff people leave behind?” 

She nodded in understanding and reached below the bar, pulling up a small black garbage can. “Behold- The Lost and Found. Help yourself.” 

Jake tongued his cheek and narrowed his eyes. “You’re a real peach, you know that?”

“Am I?” She leaned in and set her forearms on the bar. 

His eyes flew to her cleavage. “So far, yeah.” 

“Maybe I’m just irritated and I wanna go home,” she offered. 

A tiny smile twitched in the corner of his lips. He leaned forward and mirrored her pose. “And what’s got you irritated, sweetheart?” 

Slowly, Y/N licked her gently parted lips and moved in closer. She stared into his green eyes and pushed her tits out for him. “Well…” 

He held his breath as his blood rushed south. 

“Right now…” 

She lifted her chin as if she meant to kiss him and his eyes glazed over with desire. 

“What’s irritating me…” 

He leaned closer, pulled to her like a magnet. 

“Is you.” 

Y/N slapped her hands on the bar top and pushed away, leaving him hanging in the air like a kite whose tail got stuck in a tree. 

He shook himself and grit his teeth. “Look- Just… help me find my sunglasses and I’ll be out of your hair.”

“I already told you, I haven’t seen them.”

When she turned back, she found him with a pathetic look on his chiseled face and a slight pout on his lips. 

“Please?” 

Y/N relented. “Fine.” 

Maybe she was overly tired; maybe his puppy-dog eyes had worked on her. She didn’t know which, but whatever it was, she knew the faster she found his glasses, the faster she could get home. 

They checked behind the bar, only once bumping heads as they looked beneath the sink.

They scanned the bathrooms, finding nothing but each other in the connecting hallway. 

She looked by the piano, he investigated the big booth in the back. 

Wherever they turned, they came up short. 

“Are you sure you left them here?” she asked, spinning around with her hands on her hips, clueless and out of ideas. 

Jake was on his knees at the far end of the pool table, surveying the underside. “I’m positive.” 

Y/N followed his voice, her eyes sweeping over the green felt. “I just don’t know where-” A glint of metal tucked into the back corner pocket caught her eye and Y/N rounded the table to grab it. “Well, looky here-” 

His head popped up just as she snatched the glasses. “Nice! Thanks.” He reached for them, but Y/N teased them away. “Hey!”

“Hey, what?” A playful smile pulled at her lips. “Finders keepers.” 

He sat back on his heels. “I don’t think so.” Again, he tried to catch her hand but she hopped up onto the pool table and held him at bay. 

“Nuh uh… Mine now.” She put them on and grinned. “Don’t be upset. They look better on me anyway.” 

Jake bit back a smile. “So you have noticed me.”

Y/N gave in. “Hard not to. You run in here every night and command the room like some kinda royalty.” 

He sat up on his knees. “Maybe I am.” 

She pulled the aviators down onto the tip of her nose, looking at him over the mirrored lenses. “King of the jerks, maybe.”

He held back a chuckle and set his hands on the table, caging her in as he pushed up between her legs. “You think I’m a jerk?” 

Her breath got caught as he slid upwards. He didn’t touch her, but she could feel his heat; smell the day’s work and faded aftershave on his neck. “Um…” Her snark fell away as he stood up fully, his lips flying by hers like a jet around the tower. “You are-” 

“You don’t sound too sure anymore.” He dragged his bottom lip between his teeth and her attention was locked on the flash of white on pure pink. She shivered and he dared to lay his right hand on her hip. 

“P-pretty sure…” Heart pounding, eyes fluttering, she held perfectly still as his left hand ran up her thigh. 

“Pretty sure you don’t really care right now, do you?” 

A lust-drunk laugh fluttered in her chest and Y/N tipped her head back, looking up at him through delicate lashes. “I do not…” 

“That’s good because-”

His words died in her kiss. Y/N grabbed a fistful of his collar and dragged him in, licking between his lips before he could process what was happening. 

They were matched one for one and he loved every second of it. 

Y/N snaked a hand around the back of his head, scratched at his scalp, made him moan into her mouth. 

“You are such a jerk-”

He palmed her tits, rolled his hips up into her, pulled a shocked gasp from her lips when he pinched her nipple. 

“You’re a goddamned peach…” 

Her shirt landed on the booth behind him.

“I think I dislike you very much.”

His jeans knocked the pool cues from the wall. 

“Feeling’s mutual.” 

Her bra hooked onto the hanging light above the table; his boxers slid across the floor. 

Jake laid her back with a trail of kisses that plotted a wet line down her body and Y/N melted into the hard table. She clawed at his massive arms and spread her legs wide. 

“This is really bad for the felt,” he joked, sliding back up to nibble at her ear. 

Y/N tugged at his blond hair and rocked her body up against him. “I’ll send you a bill for any repairs.” 

He laughed. “Deal.” 

Jake pushed up onto his tiptoes and nudged his cock against her slit. She shivered and leaked for him; squirmed down onto his swollen head. His calves strained and he bit down hard into his lip trying to get the angle right. 

“You havin’ issues?” 

He scoffed. “Never.” 

Y/N hummed and pushed him back. He stood there shocked for a moment until she hopped down and bent over, offering her backside. 

“Well?” she teased, spreading her legs and pushing her tits down onto the table. “You gonna fuck me or what?” 

He clicked his tongue. “So classy.” 

“You know it-” 

The moment he slipped inside, all pretense fell away. Every snarky comment, every cocky smile died down as her body clamped down around his thick cock. 

Y/N held on while he pistoned inside of her, jerking his hips with one goal in mind. 

“You’re… pretty good at this,” she moaned, bucking back onto his cock when he slowed. 

A giant palm cracked against her ass. “Peaches, I am the best.” 

She wanted to snap back, give him something to dwell on later, but her mind blanked when he snuck a hand around her body and tapped her clit. Her jaw fell slack and her eyes rolled high. 

“Fuck!” 

“I may be cocky,” he growled, rubbing faster, “but I’m not selfish.” 

Every muscle tightened up and Y/N held her breath as the pleasure peaked. Her legs shook and he gripped her hips, holding her still while he fucked her through it. Each jolt of orgasm made her cunt squeeze him harder, and soon he was thrusting like an animal; all technique and fancy tricks vanishing while he chased his release.  

He came with a tight-lipped moan that trickled down her back like warm honey. Y/N squirmed against him, making sure he gave up every bit he could. 

A moment of silence overtook them and Jake gingerly pulled out. She felt a mess leak down her thigh and she laughed. 

“Man, I’m glad I worked late tonight,” she mused, still high on bliss and aching. 

“Me too.” 

Jake reached around and plucked the glasses from her face, returning them to their rightful spot. She turned to see him: naked and glistening in the dim bar lights, offering a sleek smile and a lazy salute. 

“America thanks you for your service, Miss.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and tried uselessly to hide her blushing grin. “Anytime, Lieutenant.” 

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Baby's Hunter (Part 1)

Summary: When a rogue spell hits his car, Dean’s wildest dream comes true.  Characters: Dean, Baby (obvs), Sam (mentioned) Warnings: Show-level violence (hunting a witch), light swearing (uses shit), PG aside from swearing and violence, fluff A/N: My prompt for the Through His Eyes challenge (by @impala-dreamer ) was “a spell” which I decided could be used to make the one storyline that I wish we could have got in the show… a sentient baby. So please enjoy this. This is part one as I, in true Shawnne fashion, left it to the last minute and ran out of time to write and post it in one go for the challenge. Part two will be up shortly so please bare with while we cut to commercial 🙂  Not my gif, credit to the creator.

Dean had been fixing his car for years. Every flat tire he’d changed, loose wire he’d reconnected, every scratch and scrape he’d buffed out and repainted. He knew that car inside and out… or so he thought. 

Dean had taken a solo case, leaving Sam to his own devices for a few days. “Nerds will be nerds.” He’d told himself as he drove off in the impala. It was just him and Baby on the road again, classic rock blaring from her stereo as her wheels glide along the highway. This was Dean’s happy place, behind the wheel of the sleek black ‘67 Chevy. 

He was hunting a witch; there had been reports of women losing their teeth and hair, men coughing up razor blades. “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned…” Dean had mumbled as he’d pulled off the road and parked at the top of a forest path. The witch was believed to be hauled up in a small cabin in the forest. He began to make his way down the path, gun drawn and eyes scanning the tree line when a ball of light came hurtling towards him. Dean had ducked just in time. Behind him the familiar sound of metal being dented could be heard. He spun around to see a defined dip in the hood of his Baby. 

“Oh hell no!” Dean yelled, he turned on his heels and darted through the trees, following the rustling of leaves as the witch made a break for it. As he ran Dean caught a glimpse of the woman and began to fire off shots, hoping to hit her. As he fired his last bullet, Dean’s vision was obstructed by a bright white flash. He came to a stop as he slowly regained his sight, the rustling had stopped, the witch was gone. 

Reluctantly, Dean made his way back to his car to assess the damage. He popped the hood and let out a sigh of relief, it was just the dent, that was an easy fix. 

“Back to the drawing board.” Dean huffed as he pulled out of the forest. Metallica played on the stereo as he made his way back to the motel, an escaped witch meant more homework for him and he wasn’t thrilled. As Dean pulled into the motel parking lot a groan came from the back seat. In a matter of seconds his gun was drawn and trained on the figure slowly sitting up.  

“Who are you?” Dean’s voice was low, not wanting to startle the person further, “how did you get in my car? Huh?” 

The figure leaned forwards slightly, her soft features becoming clear as she moved into the light. Her wide eyes were a warm brown and her sleek black hair fell down past her shoulders. “Dean?” Her voice like a soft song carried in the wind. 

“How do you know my name?” Dean’s voice grew more serious, concern knitting his eyebrows into a frown, “Who the hell are you?” 

“You’ve been taking care of me for years and you really don’t recognise me?” 

“Taking care of- I don’t know who you are lady, just tell me damnit!” He readjusted the grip he had on his gun. 

“Jeez, that’s no way to talk to your Baby, is it?” She asked, tilting her head to the side. As Dean stared blankly, her eyes wandered to the new dent. “You better fix that or I’m going to start chewing up your cassettes.” She threatened and Dean’s face paled as realisation hit him. 

“Baby…? You’re my Baby? As in… my car… what the hell!” Dean muttered as the woman, Baby, smirked at him. He lowered his gun in defeat before sliding out of the driver's seat. Dean was struggling to process what was going on, he didn’t even think to lock the car, he just walked straight towards his room. He was somewhat aware of Baby following him but that was the least of his worries right now. 

Dean’s mind whirled, the witch’s spell had brought his car to life? This was only something that had happened in his dreams, what was he meant to do? 

As he paced from wall to wall Baby entered the room, she closed the door before taking a seat by the table. 

“Dean, darling? I’m naked…” she paused, watching his head snap up towards her, “can I have a shirt or something, this blanket has seen enough for one lifetime.” It was then that he noticed that she was wrapped up in the blanket from the backseat of the impala. Dean knew she was right, that blanket had seen a lot with him, nevermind what it saw when his Dad had owned the car. Dean shook that last thought from his head as he retrieved a spear flannel from his bag, Baby was nearly a foot shorter than himself so it was bound to drown her. 

He turned his back as she dropped the blanket and slipped into his shirt, “Boxers?” she asked, he threw a pair in her direction. Dean was trying his hardest not to stare, the urge to look called his name in a silky voice; he couldn’t look, that may be his Baby but his Baby was a car and this was just straight up strange. 

“Done!” She called and he finally allowed himself to turn to her, ‘nope, bad idea’ Dean thought as he took in her small frame in his small flannel, this was going to be difficult for him. 

Dean dropped his eyes to the floor and cleared his throat, “We need to come up with a plan to gank that witch. She hurt my car and created you, not to mention she’s injured several other people but I can’t seem to keep her pinned down. What the hell am I missing?” 

“You got too emotional when she attacked, Dean.” Baby offered. 

“No I didn’t, I-” 

“Dean, her spell dented my hood and you lost your shit. You know you got emotional so don’t you dare try to lie to me. You’re my hunter, I know you, you can’t lie to me.” She smiled softly at him. Dean faltered for a second, ‘her hunter? She’s my car though’ he thought, not entirely sure how to respond. He knew she was right, that witch had hit his Baby and he had run off in a strop. 

They needed a plan of action and, judging by the smirk Dean could see forming on her face, Baby was cooking up the perfect plan. "Oh, I've got an idea or two." Her smirk turned deadly, Dean was in for a fun ride...

A/N 2: Yes, I got this idea from that one Doctor Who episode and no I'm not sorry about it, Dean should have been able to meet his Baby in person! Stay tuned for part 2 If you enjoyed this please like and reblog. Send an ask to be added to the tag list

[leaderpinhead]

Idia - The Luck of the Otaku

Prompt: Unlucky

"Idia, this is ridiculous.” 

Idia quickly hushed Yuu. He never took his eyes off the digital clock on his computer screen. The seconds ticked down slower than the minutes. Yuu’s heavy sigh only made him stare at the numbers harder. “You know, when you invited me over, I thought we were actually making progress.” 

“That’s you’re mistake.” 

“I thought we could co-op a dungeon.” 

“Don’t need to be in the same room to do that.” 

“Or maybe join one of the games the other students play in the lounge. The ones with all the dice.” 

“New campaign sign ups don’t start until next month.” 

“You can at least explain why I’m wearing this.” 

Idia’s eyes bounced away from the screen long enough to make sure Yuu still wore the headband he had thrown at her. The bells on it jingled when she tilted her head. If her expression hadn’t looked so bland, Idia would have almost thought the bunny ears and big pink ribbon made her look cute. “I didn’t have a rabbit foot.” 

“So?” 

“I figured the foot of someone pretending to be a rabbit would work instead.” Idia turned back to the screen. Time had flown while he wasn’t looking, and he almost panicked until he was assured his small window of time hadn’t passed. “Now be quiet so I can concentrate.” 

Yuu noisily huffed. “Idia.” 

“I only have a minute left.” 

“A minute left for what?” 

“Ask questions later.” Idia grabbed the bone on the desk and spun around to present it to Yuu. “Here, pull on the other side of this.” 

“Ew. Why do you have a half-eaten chicken wing on your desk?” 

“Questions later—pulling now!” 

Yuu’s nose wrinkled, but she took one section of the chicken wing. Idia pulled on it until the bones snapped apart. He sighed when he ended up with the larger piece and immediately tossed it to the other side of his room. It wasn’t a wishbone, but he was sure it would work the same way since the bones came from the same bird. 

While Yuu made noises of disgust, Idia pulled out the box hidden under his desk. He quickly positioned seven little waving cat figures on his desk. He put a four-leaf clover on each of their heads before he stood and spun three times. 

On the third spin, he reached out to poke Yuu in the arm. Yuu stepped out of his reach. Her eyes narrowed on him. “Don’t touch me.” 

“I have to touch you to complete the ritual!” 

“I’ll drop kick you if you touch me.” 

“Just let me touch your sleeve.” 

“No.” 

“I need a lucky rabbit’s foot!” 

“You’ve completely lost your mind.” 

Idia groaned. He checked the clock. He only had seconds to complete the ritual. Time to pull out the big guns. “I’ll buy the cute skin you want in Towernoon.” 

“I already have enough D-Bucks for that one.” 

“You can take the dorm’s blastcycle out for a ride whenever you want.” 

“I can barely stay upright on those things, let alone drive one.” 

“I’ll buy Grim a custom ribbon!” 

“That’s more to your benefit than mine.” Yuu propped her hands on her hips. “Just tell me what this is all about.” 

Another quick glance at the clock broke him. “I’m buffing my luck stat to the max, so I’ll be the final bid on a set of super ultra rare Premo merch fans.” 

Yuu slowly blinked. “Fans? Like those paper fans Vil had the Film Research Club hand out when they performed at the SDC?” 

Idia scoffed. “These are nothing compared to those cheap misprinted things. These have been kept in pristine condition.” 

“You have a set of Premo fans right there.” 

“These are from Premo’s very first concert!” 

Yuu rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Touch my hand so I can catch back up with Ace and Deuce before they start their horror movie marathon.” 

Idia quickly slapped Yuu’s outstretched palm. He spun around and slammed his keyboard to confirm his bid. He smirked at the time on his clock. “Excellent! There’s absolutely no way anyone could...” 

The digital clock chimed the top of the hour. At literally the same moment, a new bid flashed across his screen. Idia stared in absolute horror as his top bid fell into second place. A notification filled the screen to announce the end of the auction. 

Idia fell to his knees. “My fans...” 

“Guess my hand wasn’t lucky enough,” Yuu said. Idia felt the toe of her shoe nudge against his back. “Maybe you should have touched my actual foot instead.” 

Idia groaned and doubled over in complete devastation. 

[journalsfromjupiter]

𝖱𝖾𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖵𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝖱𝗈𝗒𝖺𝗅𝖾

[𝖩𝖩𝖡𝖠 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝟧 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋]

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It starts innocently enough.

You’re on the floor, legs criss-crossed like a kindergartener, fingers GRIPPING the controller as you exclaim, “NARANCIA GET THE SNIPER, GET THE SNIPER!”

“I DON’T KNOW WHERE THE SNIPER IS!” Narancia’s voice cracks through the living room, his body physically twisting like it’ll help him find the guy faster. “I SEE A FISH GUY WITH A CROWN—DO I KILL THE FISH GUY WITH A CROWN?!”

“YES, KILL THE FISH GUY!” Mista yells from the couch, half-eating a bag of chips and half-playing, because his controller has been on low battery for the past fifteen minutes and he refuses to plug it in. “HE HAS THE MYTHIC SHOTGUN—!”

Narancia’s character is now wildly building stairs to nowhere.

“Bro.” You squint at the screen. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

“IT’S A STRAT!”

“Now I’m dead.” Mista retorts. “Good strat, Narancia. Really cracked the code on how to die confused.”

In the corner of the room, Trish sits on a plush pink pouf, casually buffing her nails. “You know,” she says, not looking up, “I once performed for five thousand people and not one of them screamed like you lunatics.”

“We’re not screaming,” you and Mista say in unison, which is followed immediately by Narancia letting out a blood-curdling war cry as he throws himself off a cliff with a shockwave grenade.

"Oh SHIT!!!"

Enter: Giorno, with a glass of water, a calm aura, and a desperate need to understand.

He stops mid-step. Looks at the screen. Tilts his head.

“So…you collect materials…to build temporary fortifications,” he said slowly, as though walking himself through it. “But instead of defending a base, you…do parkour while shooting strangers?”

You didn’t even glance up. “Mhm.”

“The goal is to be the last team standing…right?”

“Yes,” you answer, clicking furiously. “And right now we are NOT the last team because SOMEONE—" you glare at Mista "—thought it was a good idea to drive a truck into a tree mid-fight."

“It was for cover!”

“It was a Hennessey pickup in the middle of a sniper battle, you absolute disaster of a man.”

Meanwhile, Giorno is now watching the gameplay with increasing concern.

“So, Mista's been eliminated,” he says, glancing at the screen. “Can he be… rebooted? What does that entail?”

“You gotta grab his card!” Narancia yells, already heading toward Giorno’s virtual corpse. “I GOT YOU, BRO—oh wait, wait, someone’s camping the van! Mista, snipe ‘em!”

“I CAN’T SNIPE ASSHOLE, YOU’RE THE REASON I'M DEAD—”

“There is so much screaming,” Trish mutters, painting a star on her thumbnail.

Giorno sighs, still trying to make sense of the mechanics. “So this… reboot van. It functions as a resurrection point?”

“Yes, yes!” you say, ducking behind a tree and healing up. “Think of it as a phoenix down but—”

“What’s a phoenix down?”

“Oh god, not again—”

Mista’s dead. Narancia is screaming. You’re out of medkits. Trish is live-commenting the chaos like it’s a failed reality show. Giorno is visibly trying not to Google Fortnite lore.

You don’t win the match.

Your squad didn't even make it to Top 10.

Mista grins and throws an arm around you.

“Ready up?”

Narancia is already booting up another round. “I’m driving this time.”

“Well you’re definitely not going to be shooting.” You mutter. 

Mista cracked his knuckles. “Okay okay, so the plan is: we land at Crime City, loot fast, then regroup at the gas station. If someone shoots at us, Narancia—you DO NOT go solo. Got it?”

Narancia nodded solemnly. “Yes, Captain. No solo. Got it.”

You all landed at Crime City. Narancia immediately saw someone and went solo.

“DAMMIT, NARANCIA!”

“I’M DOING MY BEST!”

“YOU THREW A GRENADE AT ME, BRO!”

“I PANICKED!”

Trish sighed and picked up her phone. “This is giving me a migraine.”

Somehow, some way, your trio won that round. Barely. By the grace of sheer luck and the fact that you’d played for ten more hours than them combined.

As the Victory Royale screen flashed up, Mista launched his arms into the air and screamed, “YOOOOOOOOOO!”

Narancia was dancing around the room. “WE DID IT! WE'RE GODS!”

“I carried,” you said smugly, stealing some of Mista’s chips.

“You carried?” Mista scoffed. “Please. I shot that guy in the foot. He was basically dead by the time you got there.”

“Right, and I saved your ass from dying in a ditch, so.”

Giorno exhaled like he’d aged ten years in thirty minutes. “I think I’ll go back to researching game theory now.”

And Trish, without missing a beat, still focused on her cuticles, mumbled, “Good. Take them with you.”

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i love Fortnite 😣

[missamyrisa2]

I would love it if I could get teased and tormented dumb in one of your machines…

My clit is throbbing as I read your posts…

"uhohhhhh~!" You hear the machiney voice warble as your royal button pulses so cutely. Little did you realize your excitement was as a beacon to my latest machine ~ the girly button polisher ~ and she's everrrrr sooo overly excited to give your pearly a nice wash and makeover~~

The humming buzzing grows closer, drawn to your button's hot heat like a magnet~ you try to hide under your bed making a desperate dive as the door opens. Machinery wooshes around, scanners deploying~ "uh ohhh~" she zips around, detecting your silly button again ~ and thennnn the robotic hand snatches you by your ankle and yanks you out, holding your wiggly body upside down for the smirking robotic face and scanners to see~and thoroughly verify

Gloved robotic hands deploy in a gang, wigging their fingers tauntingly at you before moving about to start stripping off your clothes. You are tossed and handled and positioned as your top, bottoms, socks, and panties are tossed aside in a pile ~ completely nude and squirming, the hands orient you and gently spread your legs so the scanners can start working. The tingling beams start at your toes and fingers, working upward and downward in tandem ~ the humming grows louder as they move up over your knees, sending tingles through your thighs ~ down your chest ~ they slowly converge towards your royal area, the beeping raising in pitch. The machine rumbles in excitement getting closer to its target.

"Uhhhhohhh~!!"

She chimes, as the scanners reach your royal button and light up with a pulsing flash. Clamps spring forward and apply padded frilly cuffs onto your wrists & ankles before the hands pin you to your bed and attach them, the spherical machine sprouting extensions so it can brace the floor and stay steady during the procedure. Again your legs are gently spread~ as soft spinning implements emerge and begin twirling slowly.

"Who has a tickle button, then?" She taunts with her robotic voice, the whirling buffers in their obnoxiously bright pink fluff picking up speed as they begin buffing along your hips, working up your sides to your ribs. Another set is working from your heels up to your toes, the impossibly soft material twirling and gliding along your skin paying extra special attention to the hot spots detected during the scans. Two buffers hover on your underarms, just gently sliding back and forth ~ and they're paired with another set on your shoulders to neck~ as a trio of smaller detail spinners begin circling your navel and royal chest buttons~

The final set of buffers take their time, working your inner legs from behind your knees upward. Her mechanical smirk watches intently for it to happen ~ all the tickles and teases swishing over your wriggling helpless body, verified by repeated scans, are orchestrated to coax out that most royal pearl~ the spinning girly fluff gets closer and closer, on your inner thighs, working up and down with the slowest progress~

"Who's a ticklish girl~!" she teases, the scanners processing your every move as the hands start taunting your ears with fluffy feathers. And then with a loving chime, the buffers reach your innermost royal area and indeed coax out that pretty pearlyyy~ "uh ohhh!" She repeats once more, a gloved gliding down to ever so lightly tap on your clitty with a finger. The probing continues with a little tubed device sliding out to blow tickly teasy puffs of air on your swelling button.

"Does that tickle?" she asks, her interrogation endless and every time your answers are met with affirming beeps and boops.

The buffers switch out for tickle hands now, their fingers scrunching and flexing ~ though your view is surely focused downward as a paintbrush is starting to glisten with a cleansing gel~ you can struggle and fight all you like, and you certainly do, but the cuffs hold steady and the hands are massaging and rubbing and tickling all the defiance from you, working your tummy and sides and legs with knowing touches ~

"Hold still~ this might tickle~!" the machine teases as the soft brush begins ever so gently and relentlessly coating your wanting button with the cool tingly gel~ as its effects quickly set in and put your body into ticklish hysterics, the hands hold you steady with one patting your head affectionately. The brush then moves up and similarly torments your chest buttons, thoroughly coating them after a reapplication of the mystery tickle compound.

"Does that tickle?" She questions you again even as you gasp and giggle madly ~ stiff-tip feathers slide out to join the ranks of ticklers and begin testing the application on your buttons, their ends grazing on your swollen girly parts with the most taunting of touches. Hands grasp at your chest, seizing your boobs to hold them still and take every circling touch of the feathers. Down below your hips are held with thumbs rubbing in circles while the feather crests up and down from your button to your lips, pausing to lightly stroke each side of your clitty on every pass.

"Uhohhh~!" she exclaims as your button throbs so wantingly. "Does that tickle?" She asks once more as the feather retracts and a long cylinder slides out with a menacing hum. The shiny object moves closer and closer to your girly area before rumbling and splitting open ~ revealing an array of tiny brightly glowing buzzy buffers, all working and positioning independently towards your pearly ~ as you wiggle madly the machine keeps you steady~ and again adoringly pats your hair and head while you struggle to endure all the vibey tickles working around your clitty.

"Let's get a nice big ticklegasm then~" her taunt plays out assuringly, and the loving overload has no intention to end regardless of how many times you snickercum ~ because behind the current set of implements, an array of kissy licky synthetic lips are sliding out and making muah muah muahs towards youuu~<3

[myth-blossom]

And while we're at it, also for the ask game: "Join Me" for Diana/Grey

Nestled between the dimmest streetlights of a quiet curb was a ‘98 Mercedes-Benz. It was not an uncommon sight in Germany, with the E320 model being durable enough to survive decades of use despite its tendency to rust. Its imperfections were hidden well with the darkness of the late hour and the steady rain battering upon its roof. It neglected to garner special attention as it sat there with its engine off, its occupants focused on an average apartment building further down the street.

Grey buffed the windshield with his forearm, the glass having fogged once more from the moisture in their breaths. The car’s temperature was becoming less tolerable by the minute, but he refused to risk the use of air conditioning. Traffic had settled after the storms moved in and everyone rushed inside to get out of the rain, allowing their covert position to be safe so long as they ignored the desire for comfort. 

Grey seemed to be running out of friends in Berlin as of late. After a month of silence from one of his best informants, he feared he had lost another. The man’s assets were too valuable to let go of lightly, so Grey planned a stakeout of his apartment building to get some answers. 47 agreed Grey needed backup but couldn’t assist due to his own mission, leaving Diana as the only person available to accompany him. It shouldn’t be dangerous, 47 assured her, but it didn’t calm the source of her hesitancy as she followed Grey out of the apartment. 

She hadn’t spoken with Grey much, not since 47’s return from the States. They only seemed to talk whenever 47 or Olivia was in the room, and even then, he would find a reason to quickly escape her presence. She couldn’t blame him, she supposed, considering the last time they found themselves alone they spent the night having sex. They had their fun and parted ways the next morning, no strings attached, but with Grey’s constant avoidance of her, she wondered if he had come to regret it. It was an assumption she thought she made peace with—and a conclusion she thought she shared—until she realized she didn’t.

Another hour passed by without any sign of Grey’s informant. He wiped the foggy windshield as heavier sheets of rain shrouded their view of the building. A long rumble of thunder rattled the car windows as the streetlights began to flicker, the weakened light casting shadows upon their faces. She stole a glance in his direction at the sound of his sigh.

“Perhaps the weather delayed his commute?” Diana offered.

“Perhaps,” Grey replied, his tone doubtful. 

A moment of silence passed between them. She noticed him watching her as a streak of lightning flashed brightly overhead.

“What is it?”

“Does he know?” Grey asked, his quiet voice followed by a distant roar of thunder. It was her turn to sigh.

“I don’t think so.”

“Good.”

The windshield clouded over, but he made no move to clear it.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” Diana murmured.

“I have.”

“Why?”

“I thought it was best to keep my distance.”

“…I see.”

Another flash illuminated the street before everything succumbed to darkness. The rain pelted the car top harder as the weather knocked out the power to their surroundings, the apartment building now fully obscured save for an occasional flicker of lightning.

“Damn storm,” Grey huffed, clenching his fist. “Can’t see anything now.”

Agonizing minutes passed without another word. The darkness was stifling as the air grew thick and heavy between them, their attention fixated on the silence of the other, waiting for someone to make the first move.

“I don’t regret it,” Diana admitted, turning to face him. “Do you?”

Her breath hitched as the warmth of his hand came to rest upon her knee. His rough fingers brushed lightly up her thigh until he stopped, his hand hovering cautiously at the hem of her dress. She covered his hand with hers and slowly guided him further under the dress as he leaned in closer, his reply hot against her skin as she moaned at the familiar deftness of his fingers.

“I don’t,” he growled, and stole her breath with his kiss.

Prompt Meme

[mikkalia]

mini fic 8 ! Fallen Order - Bogano First Visit - Cal & Greez & Cere Cal likes to sleep in...interesting places. Greez POV - 1.6k words

ao3 minific link - chapter 7 (beard)

Cal comes back from exploring more of Bogano limping, but in good spirits. Giddy, even!

Greez would almost be suspicious of it, not quite trusting the kid still, if it weren’t for how…young he looks with his cheeks flushed and his hair wild, holding an animated conversation with that droid that’s apparently sticking around. It takes years off him. Makes him look his age and like he wasn’t – like he wasn’t part of what was a genocide of his people.

Oh…great. Now Greez is sad just from looking at him.

He goes back to focusing on sprucing up the Mantis, determined to ignore his growing fondness for a kid who could scrap his ship for credits in a heartbeat. Scrappy describes the kid in more ways than one and Greez is not getting attached, stop. But he is. Because Cal is serious and jaded, but he also listens to Greez when he talks about the upgrades he’s done to the Mantis, asking intelligent questions and actually interested in the answer. He loves all food, never picky even when Cere’s nose wrinkles just a bit. When he laughs, it sounds like he means it despite all the terrible things he’s gone through. And – he’s just a kid. How could Greez dislike a kid who’s gone through such hardships and yet is still trying to do some good in galaxy?

He wonders vaguely if that’s a Jedi thing or a Cal Kestis thing – and decides maybe it’s a little bit of both. Cere’s a good person too. He can see the similarities in the two of them, raised on the same values and lessons, just trying their best in a galaxy that hates them.

Greez is so good at ignoring his own feelings and everything around him that an hour passes before he realizes…Cal isn’t hanging around anymore. The latero briefly considers being worried, but then dismisses the thought. He’s probably back out exploring Bogano. Sometimes the kid disappears for the entire day, gone before the sun rises and not back until it’s well below the horizon. How he can find so much to explore in this backwater swamp, he has no idea, but he’s not about to go out investigating himself.

Satisfied with that logic, it’s back to buffing out the blaster marks off the Mantis’ exterior. Hm, maybe a new paint job? Cal found something out in one of the workshops, didn’t he? Presented it with a grin and a twinkle in his eyes, laughing when Greez opened it and found an eye-watering pink inside. Pink is a little too distinctive, but Cal handed over another tin of an understated swamp green Greez actually likes. Maybe he’ll tag the kid to help.

He’s distracted by his thoughts by a flash of red-white out of the corner of his eye – BD-1, wandering around and scanning insects that he’s probably scanned a dozen times before.

….with no ginger-haired Jedi in tow.

Great.

Where BD is, Cal should also be. It’s a new rule of the galaxy. Never one without the other. The last time that happened, turns out Cal got tangled up in some rope and was hanging over a drop so high Greez couldn’t see the ground.

“Where is he?” he asks the little droid. He gets a simple beep in response which Greez totally understands. Completely. Yeah.

 – Greez stares blankly, not understanding at all. BD does a little head waggle, making a noise that sounds suspiciously like a droid’s version of laughter. That little shit.

“Hey! We can’t all be fluent in fifty billion languages. Give me a break.”

He may be over-estimating that number by a tad, but it’s definitely a high number. The translation matrix in the Mantis isn’t exactly top notch, but it has a pretty decent database and it still glitches when Cal gets worked up and switches to a new language he hadn’t used before.

The question is how does he know so many and the answer gives Greez a headache every time.

He will never understand the Force.

“Just…where is he? If he fell in a hole and broke is leg somewhere Cere’s gonna to kill me.”

Or ran into another, what did he call it? An oggdo? According to Cal, he barely escaped with his life. Still injured from their escape from Bracca and caught by surprise, the kid lost a good chunk of his poncho and had to be hosed down before being let back onto the ship, covered in toad gunk and mud. Now that he’s healed, he’s supposed to be figuring out their next move concerning the Vault, but maybe he’s decided to throw himself into a fight with an oggdo again – and lost, and that’s why BD’s here, looking for help.

BD-1 would be more frantic if that was the case, right?

“Where’s Cal?”

Ah, speak and she shall appear. The galaxy really is just out to get him.

Greez face-palms as he turns to see Cere standing on the Mantis’ ramp, looking a little sleep ruffled but getting more and more awake as her gaze bounces from Greez to BD-1 and never to Cal because Call isn’t here. The fact that she’s stopped long enough to fall asleep, let alone actually slept, is a kriffin’ miracle. She’s been non-stop ever since they picked up Imperial communications of a Jedi on Bracca and said Jedi turned out to be a teenager who decided to immediately pass out from his injuries once they entered hyperspace.

And that was nearly three weeks ago.

“Heeyy, Cere. Have a nice nap?”

She raises an unimpressed eyebrow. “I did, actually. Now, where’s Cal?”

Greez waves a hand. “Oh, you know him. He’s probably getting distracted by some new thing to explore.”

Cere crosses his arms, eyes flickering down to where BD-1 is watching them. “And I’m sure he made a conscious decision to do that without BD-1, didn’t he?”

“Maybe. You never know.” Greez feels oddly defensive, and he wonders if that’s a Jedi Master ability, making him feel like a kid who stole from the sweets jar when it reality it was his brother.

BD bwoops, it almost sounds like he’s laughing, hopping from foot to foot before he takes off, disappearing behind the ship’s ramp quick as a blink. Greez and Cere exchange bewildered looks. All they can do is follow. Where BD is, Cal will also be. And in turn, where Cal is, BD will be there. This they’ve learned – Cere when she nearly tripped over the droid sitting patiently as Cal meditated. Greez when he went to the second level of the Mantis for storage and found BD standing guard as Cal quietly had some sort of panic attack.

Kindred spirits, Cere had called them with a sad sort of smile on her face.

When they make their way under the Mantis – Cere having to duck – what greets them is, quite frankly, an adorable sight.

Cal is curled up in the shadows, poncho pulled tight around him, head cradled on his arm.

Deeply asleep. He’s not even talking like he sometimes does. His expression is relaxed, content even. A few of the brown, bouncing critters that dig burrow – boglings? – are piled up around him like a lump of dozing akk dogs. Ears twitch. Legs kick out as they dream. They’re snoring. These little sounds that Greez will never admit out loud he finds cute. If he listens closely enough, he can hear a deeper snore from beneath the pile – Cal.

BD beeps quietly, a job well done in letting them know where Cal is, then skitters over to the kid, picking carefully around various limbs until he can tuck himself under Cal’s arm and snuggle against his chest like he’s a bogling himself. Cal makes a soft sound and curls around the droid, holding him close.

“Would you look at that,” Cere says softly, expression aching.

Cal sleeping -- actually sleeping without nightmares or pain – is something neither of them are familiar with at all. And who can blame him? Greez can’t imagine that the kid’s been through. He’ll be having nightmares himself for a long while thanks to Bracca.

“Do we leave him here?” Greez asks, torn between wanting him to sleep and cringing at the amount of mud that’s gotta be soaking into his clothes.

BD whirls in quiet warning, daring them to try and wake Cal. Cere laughs, shaking her head.

“Do you want to be the one who wakes him up?” she asks, her tone amused. Greez grimaces. No thank you. “I thought so. It’s better if we let him sleep, especially if he’s sleeping so well. It’ll be easier to connect to the Force if he’s well rested.”

“So, we just…walk away? Leave him alone?” Sleeping outside isn’t exactly his idea of a good time.

“Are you planning on going any further from the ship?”

“Well, no.”

Cere gestures to the boglings that have, surprisingly, not run away yet. A couple are looking at the two of them with wide, wary eyes, but they seem too comfortable to move. “He has plenty of guards. We’re not going anywhere. You’re more than welcomed to hose him down before he boards.”

“Oh. Yeah. Good point.” Greez is absolutely hosing him down. Bogano mud stinks.

They leave him there, sleeping soundly with BD on guard, but they don’t go far. Cere disappears for only a couple minutes before she comes back out with a holonovel, a drink, and a chair, setting up right where she can juusstt see a peek of Cal under the ramp. Greez picks up the buffer again, pauses in thought, then hurries to grab the swamp green paint tin – after a nanosecond of hesitation, he scoops up the pink paint as well.

He’s sure there’s a non-obtrusive thing he can paint pink. Maybe it’ll get that one bright, looks-his-age smile from Cal again.

[madiomens]

Hi! I actually have a request! Can we have noahx reader who is a musician asking him to produce her music? You can choose between fluff or smut buf I'd like to read about a relationship!

Hi! I actually really enjoyed writing this <3

You get fluff AND smut ;) It's long as hell but I hope you enjoy!

Thank you for requesting!

(I've never written anything using Y/N because I try to avoid it, but it is used once or twice in this since it was unavoidable. So don't hate me for it plz <;3)

Warnings: pure filth

Produce Me

I am not ok.

I am not fucking ok.

My friend's birthday was last night, and we all got entirely too wasted. And my drunken ass DM'd none other than Noah Sebastian, of THE Bad Omens, to produce my music. I gave a stupid, misspelled blurb about how I am a struggling rock artist who needed someone to take a chance on. Topping it off, I attached a voice note of one of my song recordings I had made in my makeshift studio in my house.

And he FUCKING REPLIED.

My hands shook as I stared at my phone in shock.

"Hey! I actually think your sound is sick and I would love to meet with you to talk more about you and your music. What if we met at the studio today? Say around 4?"

This can't be real life. I must still be drunk, right? Gotta be.

I blinked my eyes a few times and pinched myself to ensure I was in fact sober and that this was real life before typing back a message.

"Hey there! 4 sounds great. What studio?" I typed back, throwing my phone and covering my eyes as if it would erase what was currently happening.

A few moments went by before my phone buzzed and I was throwing myself across the couch to grab it. He attached the address along with a 'Can't wait' that sent me into a whole screaming fit. I looked at the time on my phone, which read 1:30 PM and I scrambled to my feet to find my belongings so I could rush home to get ready. I stumbled over the sleeping bodies spread out around the floor, gathering my things and rushing out the door.

I sent a quick text to my friend explaining what was going on before getting in my car and zooming to my house. Once inside, I took the quickest shower of my life before applying some light makeup and throwing on a pair of ripped jeans and a hoodie. It took everything in me not to throw on a Bad Omens hoodie, but I decided that would look like I was trying too hard. I grabbed my flash drive with my songs I've made and a croissant along with a water bottle from my fridge before flying out my front door. I slid in my car and gripped the steering wheel, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath to try and calm my nerves

He's just a regular guy helping a regular girl get her music produced.

He's not an extremely successful rockstar who I've had the fattest crush on for forever.

Totally normal.

It was a short drive to the studio, and before I knew it I was pulling up with 10 minutes to spare. I took another deep breath before climbing out of my car and heading inside the building. I ran my fingers through my still slightly wet waves before walking through the door, eyes instantly landing on the lanky man sitting on the couch across the room. He had his hood up over his head and was scrolling on his phone, sunk lazily down in the couch.

I tried to calm the pounding in my chest at the sight of him, taking a few moments in the doorway to mentally prepare before walking towards him.

"Noah?" I questioned as I got closer.

His head popped up and a grin slid onto his face as he pushed off the couch, putting his phone into his pocket.

"You must be Y/N." He said, extending his hand to me.

I nodded with a smile. "I am, nice to meet you." I said as I shook his hand, mine much smaller than his and feeling like a toddler's hand.

"Nice to meet you. I'm really excited to work with you. You have a sick voice." He said as he dropped my hand, grin still on his face.

My smile widened. "You have no idea how much that means to me. Thank you."

"'Course. Follow me." He said, nodding his head in the direction of a hallway.

I followed behind him down the corridor, walking into the room at the end of it. He shut the door firmly behind us and gestured to a chair at the large soundboard in the center of the room. I took a seat and he followed, scooting the chair so that his knee rested against mine.

"So," He started, messing with a few buttons in front of us. "I already set up the audio clip you sent me to play over the speakers so we can get a deeper listen. I won't lie, I already played it once and it sounds even sicker in here."

I grinned at him. "Let's hear it."

He pressed play and the sound of my voice rang out around us, my raspy tones more enhanced by the sound system set up. I looked at him in awe as I listened, Noah meeting my eyes with a wide grin.

"See?" He questioned as the clip finished.

"Holy shit." I said through a chuckle.

He nodded and rubbed his hands together. "Please tell me you have more for me."

I opened my purse and pulled out the flash drive I brought, placing it in the palm of his hand. "There's three finished songs on this. I recorded them in my makeshift studio, so they definitely don't have the production quality you're probably used to." I said, all of a sudden getting shy about my work.

He shook his head and gave my arm a light comforting squeeze. "If you knew where I started you wouldn't be saying that." He said with a chuckle.

"Trust me, I've heard it all." I wanted to say but bit my tongue, settling on a chuckle of my own.

The next hour was spent with Noah playing the songs I provided and praising them, making comments about little tweaks and twists he would do to them. He played with the sound board some to add in his vision, blowing my mind with how his own mind works. It came so effortlessly to him. He could imagine something and make it come to life with the twist of a few knobs and pressing a few buttons.

By the end of the session, it was pushing 10 PM and I was officially fully comfortable with him. We had a balance of joking around along with working on my music, making the whole process so much easier. At one point he had pressed record while I laughed at a joke he made and insisted I put it in one of my songs.

"If you don't, I'm going to. I might still do it anyways." He said with a chuckle.

That was quite hard to contain my excitement over.

We agreed to meet at the studio most days for the next couple of weeks to fully work on what I have created already and to create all the songs I had written in my home studio.

Every day that we met, Noah surprised me with different mixes he had worked on his own time at his house. He was extremely flexible with my work hours, always down to meet at the studio whatever time I got off work.

"Do you ever sleep?" I asked with a laugh when I walked into the studio at 8:30 PM a week later, coffee in hand for both of us.

He turned to look at me, stubble starting to form on his face, and letting out a laugh of his own. "Not when I'm inspired."

I shook my head at him and took my seat by his side, sliding the coffee across the table. He sighed and hugged the coffee to his chest. "You are an angel. Thank you."

I smiled and took a sip of my own coffee. "The least I can do."

He wrapped his arm around my shoulders in a side hug, causing me to rest my head on his shoulder to return it. The scent of his cologne filled my senses and sent a jolt of electricity through me. I blinked myself out of the trance as he broke the hug, clearing my throat and turning to face him.

"What have you created now?" I questioned, trying to calm the butterflies.

"You're gonna fucking love it." He said, excitement on his features as he pressed play.

It was my favorite song that we've recorded in the past week, but something was different about it. I listened closer for a few moments before gasping and smacking him in the arm.

"That's your voice!" I exclaimed as he laughed at me.

He turned down the song, letting it play quietly in the background. "You talked about wanting it to have background vocals that weren't your own so I thought I'd add some in to see how it sounds. You like?" He questioned, crooked grin on his face.

"Do I like it?" I questioned. "I fucking love it!"

He grinned and bit his bottom lip as if to stifle the size of his smile. "I hoped you would."

"Can I keep them on the song?" I questioned, poking my bottom lip out.

He chuckled and shook his head, pinching my bottom lip I had poked out. "I can't say no to that face."

I clapped, giddiness filling me up. "Noah Sebastian, you are fucking amazing."

"I'm alright, nothing amazing." He said as the song came to an end, looking away from me.

I could swear a blush creeped up his cheeks as he pulled his hood further around his face, hiding the color from me.

"No, I'm serious." I said, squeezing his arm so he would meet my eyes again. His cheeks were still a light shade of pink once he faced me again, a sparkle in his eyes and shy smile on his face. "You're amazing." I said more firmly, staring into his eyes.

He brought his hand up to squeeze mine that was still on his arm. "Thank you, Y/N. That means a lot."

I nodded. "Of course. It's true."

His eyes searched mine, hand still on top of my own and neither of us daring to break contact. My heart leapt into my throat as he slowly started to lean in, eyes darting between my lips and back up to my eyes as if asking permission.

"We shouldn't." I whispered, own eyes darting down to his lips.

He slightly shook his head. "We shouldn't." He whispered back.

"I don't want to ruin the working relationship we have." I whispered again, voice even softer as my common sense slowly started to chip away the more his scent wrapped around me.

"I don't want that either." He whispered, a huskiness taking over his voice and sending shivers down my spine.

He paused right in front of my face, lips barely ghosting against mine as we stared into each other's eyes. Our breathing sped up and mingled together, the air around us thick with tension as neither of us dared to make the move but both wanting so badly to do so.

We stared into each other's eyes a few more moments before he spoke up. "Fuck it."

He pressed his lips against mine, pulling my wheeled chair closer to him so that his knees were on either side of mine. Butterflies exploded throughout my body as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, his own snaking around my waist. I pressed my body flush against his as I opened my mouth to let his tongue tangle with mine, the taste of him filling my taste buds and causing my core to throb. I stood up so that I could straddle him in his chair, my lips never leaving his. He brought a hand up to grip the hair at the nape of my neck and causing me to moan into our kiss at the feeling. I pushed the hood off his head so that I could tangle my fingers through his hair, lightly pulling and causing his own moan to escape him.

I pulled back breathlessly, placing my hands on his cheeks. "What are we doing?" I questioned.

He shook his head, lips swollen. "I don't know. But I don't want to stop."

"God, me either." I said before slamming my lips back onto his.

He picked us up, causing me to tightly wrap my legs around his waist as he carried us to the leather couch on the back wall of the room. He sat down so that I was straddling him, his hands resting on my ass and giving it a squeeze. I ground my hips into his, the feeling of his growing erection sending a shockwave through my core. He let out a deep moan as I did this, moving my ass so that I did it again. He brought a hand to the front of my leggings and slipped it underneath the waistband, landing on my bare clit as I decided to forego panties today. I gasped against his lips, breaking the kiss so that our lips were brushing against each other's.

"Is this ok?" He questioned breathlessly, finger resting on my clit.

I nodded, eyes meeting his as my mouth hung open. "More than ok." I breathed out.

His finger started to circle my clit, causing my eyes to close as my head dropped backwards. A moan escaped me while his finger magically worked on me, easily sliding throughout my arousal.

"God, you're so wet." He breathed out huskily, placing a trail of hot kisses down my neck.

I circled my hips against his finger, the pit in my stomach growing faster than I'd ever experienced before. I tangled my hands in the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling tightly. I began to loosen my grip in worry that I was hurting him but paused when a moan escaped him when I pulled tightly. My moans got louder and I smacked a hand over my mouth to muffle them, worrying anyone else in the building would hear.

"The studio is soundproof. Let me hear those pretty sounds." He said against my neck, biting down on the skin.

I dropped my hand from my mouth and gripped his shoulder tightly, hips still circling his fingers. My moans sped up as my orgasm quickly built, my release getting closer and closer.

"Noah, you're gonna make me cum." I moaned out, bringing my head forward to rest on top of his.

He brought his free hand up to grip my chin, raising it so he could meet my eyes. "Cum for me. Let it all go, angel."

My brows furrowed and my jaw went slack as I was on the brink of my orgasm, hips speeding up as his finger did the same. My moans hit a higher pitch before my orgasm exploded, causing me to toss my head back and cry out at the pleasure coursing through my body.

"That'a girl." He praised, placing more kisses on my neck.

I brought my head forward, resting my forehead against his as my chest heaved and he worked me through my high. My body twitched against his while his finger slowly circled my sensitive clit, causing me to grip his shoulders tightly. My eyes slid shut while I took deep breaths to return my breathing to normal and he peppered kisses against my cheeks before landing on my lips. He broke the kiss and pulled his hand out of my pants, licking his fingers clean of my arousal. I rolled my bottom lip into my mouth and stifled a moan at the sight before grabbing his face and pressing my lips onto his, tasting myself on his tongue.

"Fuck me, Noah." I mumbled against his lips.

He growled into the kiss and flip us so that I was on my back and he was hovering above me. He stood up to pull his shirt off along with his pants and I did the same, drinking in the sight of his naked body. My eyes dropped to his erection, precum gathering on the tip as he slid his hand down his length.

My core throbbed at the size of him and I reached my hand in his direction. He walked closer and I grabbed his erection, sliding my hand up and down while using my thumb to smear the precum down the length of him. A soft moan escaped him before he crawled on top of me, pressing his lips to mine.

"Are you.." He mumbled against my lips, almost unable to finish his sentence.

"I'm clean and on birth control." I mumbled back, reaching between us to rub my thumb over the tip of his dick.

"I'm clean too." He said, kissing me harder.

I kissed him back, rubbing my thumb back and forth and causing him to moan against my lips. "Then get inside of me."

Those words were all it took for him to slide his length between my lips before sliding all the way into me, my arousal making it easy for him to fully enter me. We broke the kiss to gasp at the feeling, my legs coming up to wrap around his waist.

"Noah." I breathed out, placing my hands on his cheeks. "Don't go easy."

His eyes darkened as I said this. He pulled his hips back before slamming them into mine, causing me to cry out in pleasure. He placed his hands on my hips and squeezed hard as he began thrusting into me harshly, undoubtedly leaving bruises behind for later. His name fell from my lips in moans over and over the more he thrust into me. He leaned back and pulled my legs up so that they rested over his shoulders, squeezing my knees together. I gasped at the new angle, his thrusts perfectly hitting my g spot and my legs rubbing together stimulating my clit.

"Fuck." I moaned out, tossing my head back into the couch. I squeezed his thighs with my hands, nails digging into his tattooed skin.

"You feel so fucking good." He moaned, placing a kiss then a bite on my ankle.

"God, you're making me feel so good." I said, opening my eyes to look up at him.

The more he thrust into me the more my second orgasm built up, turning me into a moaning mess beneath him.

"You're gonna cum again, I can feel it." He groaned, thrusts staying at a steady pace. I nodded as my moans sped up, eyes squeezing shut. "Let go again. You can do it."

My breathing sped up before I was screaming his name, my second orgasm of the night crashing over me like a tidal wave. His thrusts slowed down to work me through my high again, body twitching underneath him.

"Fuck." I breathed out, eyes opening back up to meet his.

He smirked and leaned down to kiss me, my legs draped across his shoulders. "Good girl." He said against my lips before starting thrusting into me again.

My knees were to my chest and ankles over his shoulders as he kissed me, his thrusts becoming sloppier as his own orgasm crept up on him.

"I'm so fucking close." He growled against my lips, hand coming up to squeeze my neck.

My mouth dropped open as he squeezed me, more pleasure shooting through my body. "Cum for me, then." I breathed out, eyes locked onto his.

His brows furrowed. "Goddamn, you feel so good." He whined.

I bit my bottom lip as I watched his face contort in pleasure, a few more sloppy thrusts into me before he was pulling out and cumming on my stomach. Whines and whimpers mixed with his moans escaped him, his eyes rolling back as his body shook with his orgasm. I drank in the sight of him coming undone between my legs, committing everything to memory.

He sighed and dropped his head once his high calmed down, placing a kiss on my ankle. He slowly lowered my legs so he didn't hurt me before grabbing a few tissues from the table beside us to clean both of us off. He squeezed himself between me and the couch, turning me on my side so that we were face to face and his arm was draped across my waist.

"Hi." He breathed out.

I giggled, pushing the hair off of his forehead. "Hi."

"That is not how I expected tonight to go." He said, eyes shut in exhaustion.

I chewed on the inside of my lip to stifle the smile that threatened to slide onto my face. "Are you mad about it?"

His eyes popped open as he quickly shook his head no, causing me to laugh. "Not at all. I wouldn't be mad if it happened again, either."

I grinned and pressed my lips onto his.

"Me either."

[sailtomarina]

Be safe

cw: car seat smut

Five years they’d been together and he still didn’t trust Muggle cars—‘death metal’, he called them. He hadn’t been amused in the slightest when she showed him that was actually an entire genre of music.

He was even less amused when she blasted it on full volume the next time she cleaned the house.

But Hermione had grown up in the Muggle world, took her test and drove in the summers away from school. She inherited her dad’s 1967 Aston Martin DB6 when they decided to stay in Australia and sell everything they’d left behind. She stared at it when she first threw open the garage doors, taking in the silver birch, buffed to a high shine.

Her first drive alone, she’d cried.

Her second drive, she’d convinced Draco to sit in the passenger seat.

Her third drive, he’d scowled at her with his arms crossed from the safety of their driveway.

“Be safe. That thing is dangerous.”

“It’s no more dangerous than your Nimbus.”

Grey eyes narrowed in disbelief, and he huffed before stepping back even further. Still, he didn’t turn away. He watched her pull out and continued watching until she’d turned the corner.

Hermione drove the car every chance she could get, which wasn’t that often due to England’s short summers and even less clear days. Every single time she hopped in the driver’s seat and backed out, he called, “be safe,” and, every time, she answered, “always.”

The idea came to her after listening to an old mixtape.

“I don’t see why I need to sit in here when we aren’t even going anywhere,” he muttered, his long legs struggling to get comfortable in the cramped space. “What was it you wanted to show me?”

“This.”

She’d worn a flippable skirt for just this occasion, plopping down atop him with the flexibility of a woman who’d never stopped her daily yoga over the past decade.

“Wha—”

She froze him with a quick immobulus, taking the opportunity to settle her knees on either side of him more comfortably. It really was a wonderful thing that she was as bendy as she was, especially given the way he filled the seat.

His eyes flitted over her face, and she knew were she to let him go now, he’d let out a furious string of expletives. As it was, he couldn’t do a bloody thing.

She tugged on his belt and popped open the top button, humming a little song all the while. A whine spilled out of his still lip from deep in his throat and she paused to look up at him.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”

His eyes flashed at the leer she’d picked up from him. He really didn’t have anyone else to blame.

In no time at all, she’d slipped her hand in and pulled his cock out, swollen and leaking, and she couldn’t help but swipe her thumb across the top to gather up the essence of Draco and lift it to her lips in a naughty suck, holding eye contact with him the entire time. Then, she shifted up so she could reach under to pull the gusset of her knickers to the side as she murmured a quick lubrication charm.

She released her spell on him.

“You,” he snarled, one hand immediately landing on her hip, the other placing himself at her entrance. He pulled down as his hips thrust up, and she was filled with the delicious length of him, thick and deep and hitting all the right places.

“Ah!” she cried out, throwing her head back and feeling her long curls cascading down her back. She rode him hard, meeting his fierce pace with her own.

It wasn’t long before the windows fogged up and she had a nagging thought in the back of her mind of a police officer knocking on the glass to tell them off like a couple of horny teenagers without anywhere else to go. They had an entire home filled with surfaces to defile, and here she was wanting to christen the car she’d grown up loving. She’d bet a million galleons that her parents had done the same in this very seat, and nearly cackled at the filthiness of overriding their invisible stains with her own.

“You are such a fucking brat,” he finally got out, his breath heavy. “You know I hate this thing—”

“What better way to get over it?” she said hotly against his lips, clenching her inner walls as tightly as she could and watching him go nearly crossed eyed at the stranglehold.

He was close, his speed going erratic and his fingers tightening on her hips in the way it always did when she found bruises afterward. She wore them with pride, smirking into the mirror as she placed her own fingertips atop them.

He could just finish ahead of her in revenge, but Draco wouldn’t ever be so selfish no matter how much she pissed him off. He splayed one hand against her lower back to keep pressing her downward. The other squeezed between them to rub circles around her just there. He shifted slightly, amazing, really, in the bucket seat, and then he was hammering against a part of her that now had her rolling back her eyes and grunting with each thrust.

She exploded with a scream that might have alerted authorities to their impropriety were they actually in the vicinity. As it was, only the neighbor’s cat startled, sprinting across the yard away from the shaking car. Draco followed her immediately after, groaning long as he pulsed inside of her, his head dropping into her chest.

“You witch.”

“Well, obviously.”

“You do realize that now you owe me a ride on my broomstick?”

“Isn’t that what we just did?”

“Ha-ha.”

But ride his broomstick, she did, and if he preceded their airborne coupling with a barrel roll or two, who was she to complain?

WC 992

Twitter prompt from DramionePrompts

Cross-posted on Tumblr and (eventually) AO3

Happy, happy Thanksgiving to me! I wrote this while hanging out with my parents as they watched a horrible little tv series I couldn’t be arsed to watch. Quality family time, you know? Also, the Aston Martin was swapped in for an Alfa Romeo last minute, sorry for any fans of the prior.

[ckao03]

Okay, I could talk about each of these topics in greater depth, but I'll keep it boiled down or else I'll be typing for a loooong time. If anyone wants elaboration on the following steps or on any particular pieces I've done, let me know and I'll give more tips and tricks later :) Apologies for the formatting, I'm still getting used to posting on Tumblr

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Step 1: Clean up and prep I start by sanding down leftover pieces and flaws in the model caused by the production process. In traditional model kits, these are pour tabs, flash and seam lines. For 3D printed, these would be pits or bumps left behind from supports and layers lines.

The arm and boots on the left are from a traditional model kit, and have visible tab chunks that will need snipping then sanding. S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N on the right needs his supports removed, then sanding. Every piece (minus those with fine texture) gets buffed with 240, 320, 600 and 1000 grit sandpaper/sanding sponges (clear parts and any pieces intended to be painted with clear paints, such as character skin, are additionally polished with a melamine sponge, also known as a magic eraser).

This is to make sure the surface is level and uniform. Any bumps or scratches that aren't removed will show up in the final paint job.

(Note for beginners: It's fine to just remove production remnants and do a little clean up before going to the next step. All that prep is tedious! Just have fun with it for now!)

Step 2: Make sure the model parts fit well together. It's very common for a model to not fit together perfectly right away. Dipping the model in hot water to soften it, then pressing the pieces together usually fixes this. Be careful not to burn yourself! Sometimes drilling and sanding is required. At this point, larger model kits will require drilling and pinning, though most are fine being assembled later just with glue.

Step 3: Primer

I secure the pieces on clips to keep them elevated, and spray them in thin, even layers of primer. Primer is essential, as it is what makes the paint stick to the model. - White primer: Best for anime and cartoon figures, makes colors pop - Grey: For realistic characters, dulls colors down a little. - Black: For metal or specialty products, like Armored Komodo pigments

Primer will make any unresolved blemishes become more visible, so I usually go back to step 1 until I get them all.

Step 4: Clear coat

For an even, level paint job, I spray a layer of Gloss clear coat on every piece, to smooth the surface even more. I skip this for finely textured pieces, so the details don't get filled in. Spray in a well ventilated area with protection!

There are many brands of clear coats. These are my favorites!

Step 5: Paint

I use three kinds of paint:

Lacquer: Expensive, take a little while to cure, must be thinned with a solvent. Sometimes hard to find. Offers lovely effects, is durable and sticks very well. Can be difficult to correct if something goes wrong. *HAZARDOUS, use in a well ventilated or outside area and use breathing protection!*

Enamel: A little easier to find, takes a long time to cure, which sometimes is a benefit, as it can level itself and provide a smoother surface. Must be thinned with a solvent, sticks very well. Most importantly, enamel can be used on top of lacquers and erased without damaging the lacquer layer. *HAZARDOUS, use in a well ventilated or outside area and use breathing protection!*

Acrylic: Great, vibrant colors, easy to find, very affordable! Dries very fast, even faster if you lightly use a hair dryer. Very delicate, prone to scratches and chips. Can be easily stained by other acrylic color. You only need water to thin it!

Left to right: Creos Mr Hobby Lacquers, Tamiya Enamel, Vallejo Acrylics

I usually start with the character's skin first. This is because I paint skin using built up layers of clear colors, to get a sort of 'glow' that shines through to the primer and differentiates the skin from clothing and hair pieces.

Afterwards and throughout the project, I 'save' my work by spraying a layer of clear Gloss or Matte spray. I use an airbrush, so to further protect other parts of my work, I cover the finished pieces in masking liquid and/or masking tape, before spraying the next color. Because Enamel can be easily wiped off of lacquers without affecting the lower color layers, I use this type of paint second. If you use Enamel first, you may run into issues with the underlying lacquer causing paint cracking in the future.

(Note for beginners: Using just acrylics is fine. :) I have painted entire models with acrylic paints obtained from craft stores and Walmart, and had very good results.)

Despite my masking, some enamel paint leaked through on Casey's neck. Masking is rarely perfect, so expect to do touch ups after removal.

Step 6: Face eyes and details

...this is an entire essay on it's own, which will require another post. But I use layers of enamel for eyes, water color pencils for eyebrows, chalk pastels for makeup/shading and acrylics for eye lashes.

I have shaky hands sometimes, so the ability to erase my work and start again is very helpful here, hence why I don't use lacquers for this part.

There are... So many products and colors in this one piece... Step 7: Touch ups then gluing

I typically do touch ups as I go, but now is the last chance to correct anything. Once it's ready, 2-part epoxy or crazy glue (sometimes both) will be enough to get most models together entirely.

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That's a basic breakdown for my process, though for things like effects, clear pieces and fancier/realistic models, it can get quite elaborate. I don't want to scare anyone away from the hobby, so I'll just say this...

You don't have to do allllll this stuff!! Find a model you love (repainting dollar store figures is a great place to start!), prime it, and slap some paint on it! Just have fun, and then go from there!! My first model was lumpy, and looked like she was painted with nail polish, but I kept going and just enjoyed myself, trying new tips and tricks along the way. The point is to have fun! Make sure to take proper precautions and read product instructions as well, if you choose to use the more toxic products.

If anyone decides to give figure painting a shot, send pics of your projects my way, I'd love to see them!! :D It's always great to have more people in the hobby! And I'm always up for more questions, they might just take me a little while to get to replying.

[kiliinstinct]

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“He escaped.” It wasn’t a question. Erza froze, gaze tilting as she considered his approach. Rather than ask him about his abandoned patrol, she nodded, deftly pointing down the path. “Freed’s magic was taken.” She explained, face going pale at the sight of the blaze overheard, “I told him to rest.” He nodded and rushed past her, noting the baffled expression that flashed across her face when he did. Now wasn’t the time for too many questions, beckoning her to follow, his steps gathered speed while sparks fizzled beneath his feet. “Keep up.” The order was quick. Laxus was quicker. Magic surged through his veins as static crackled in his hair. The speed boost sent him through the edge of the village and to the next treeline with ease. If he noticed Erza’s own rise of magic, buffing her to keep pace with him, he gave no sign. He said to keep up. If she couldn’t manage it, that was her problem.  While he skipped most of the beaten path and the terrain from his own abilities, Erza’s fast steps pattered behind him, rushing through the grass and underbrush as they entered the line of trees heading up the hill. He knew these woods. All of them did, but it had been years since he’d last gone this way. The underbrush was thick with spring over growth and smelled of freshly bloomed blossoms, but the faint scent of electricity followed behind him, mixing with the strong smell of ash and dust that began to billow through the forest.  Whatever Natsu was doing, it was making enough of an impression at least. It created the perfect beacon, with the illumination filtering through the trees, they could see their path clearly. Except a different light, from Laxus’ peripheral, gave him pause. It wasn’t the harsh light of heat and fire, but a gentle glow through the trees, closer to the beaten path, and heading their way.  Laxus hadn’t expected Lucy to come barreling through the trees, grass and twigs stuck in her hair and clothes, eyes wide in a panic. Her cane was missing, but she moved with the barest hint of a limp, gasping for breath as she did. Erza took action instantly, moving forward to catch the girl in her arms, revealing the magically altered outfit that glittered upon her skin- a speed increased spell, Laxus noted.  “Erza!” Lucy gasped, wheezing for air between words, “Kage is.. He-” Erza tutted under her breath, awkwardly patting the top of Lucy’s head in an attempt to assure her. “We know. We were on our way.  Where’s Natsu?” Laxus felt an unwanted shiver run up his spine, making the tall man cringe as Lucy’s eyes welled with tears and sparks of .. something, prickled along her fingers. It was then he realized the light was coming from her, almost reflecting the blistering heat above them, and sprinkles of magic swirled around her knee, holding her up. Had she unlocked her abilities then? Catching the way she coughed, face sweating in exertion, it seemed not.  “I couldn’t.. I tried,” Her words were too jumped to make sense, whining in frustration, Lucy pinched the skin of her arm hard enough to bruise, wincing as tears trailed down her face. “I can’t control it.. Th-the magic. I… have it, but it’s not.. “ the light fluctuated, almost dimming and her nose scrunched together, focusing to keep it intact. “Natsu told me to get help. He’s still up there, but-” “But…? Erza prompted, coaxing Lucy to continue, eyes flickering down to the magic swirling at Lucy’s feet before meeting her gaze again. “Is he in danger?” “Kage cut his throat-!” The panic began to rise in her voice, “I’m sorry I-.. help him, please!”

[niccerooniererer]

Okay, I think I'm just gonna talk about this since it seems like a lot of fun, and I do love to speculate

so this new bug, the transformation tonic ID hijack thing bug

saying ID hijack cuz I heard it has to do something with that

how it works: you get your transformation tonic T5 alchemist, along with your 5 unupgraded darts

first you just let the transformation run out, only afterwards, when you start the 2nd time do you start spamming your tower of choice

and then there's a chance that usually about 1-3 gets linked with one of the transformed darts

apparently it works with heroes as well?

after, the way you can use this link is to buff the dart with a super monkey fanclub, as the buff transfers to the tower it got linked to

my PERSONAL SPECULATION (so it's not a fact, don't take it as a fact) is that the transformation tonic probably fucks with the ID when you make it go for the second time for Some reason, therefore a random tower you're putting down has the slight chance of doing something funny to one of the transformed dart's ID, there the Linkage is Born

something weird is that certain towers, when there's more than one of them being linked, they will crash the game

something I noticed with those, 2 of those being the sniper and the ninja, is that they both have paths for buffing other snipers/ninjas, I think it might be something interesting to note

some other interesting things to note

Helicopters are kinda fucked. either both the helicopter and the helipad are both linked to the dart monkey, or the helicopter is gone but the helipad is linked (you can just buy upgrades and the helicopter shows up that way). the 3rd option doesn't work, as it results in only the helicopter being linked, which for some reason then doesn't get the buffs from the dart monkey being buffed that it's supposed. this is probably something that can happen because helicopters are basically made up of 2 different and also differently working objects

the sun god/sun temple seems to have an additional advantage where if you update the dart monkey linked to it, the projectiles become REALLY big. this Lags, like it lags you. And since for some reason, you can make a chain of linkage (dart monkey being linked to another dart monkey that ends up linking to the sun temple for example) this can make the projectiles EVEN bigger. flashing lights warning for this if you try it, it's quite a bit hard to look at

bottom path Alchemist, top path tack shooter and permaspike are some of the most cracked ones this way

when T5 fanclub is applied to some, especially bottom path Dartling, it becomes a bit of a lagfest, lag is pretty common with these actually

for some reason when used by towers that are supposed to be multidirectional, they get their beam shrinked to just one direction, as the plasma monkeys would also shoot, though this might just be visual

it does not make banana farms shoot or produce more, so sadly linking banana farms is useless

so far, this has been all I've seen

it's still pretty new so more could still come out before NK manages to patch it out in some way or another

[thewrapfactory1]

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Tools and Materials Needed

Before you start applying ceramic coating, gather the following items:

Ceramic coating kit (includes coating solution and applicator pads)

Microfiber towels

Isopropyl alcohol (IPA) solution

Clay bar or clay mitt

Car wash soap and wash mitt

Polishing compound and machine polisher (optional for paint correction)

Rubber gloves (for protection)

Step 1: Wash and Decontaminate the Car

Start by thoroughly washing your car to remove dirt, grease, and contaminants. Use a high-quality car wash soap and microfiber wash mitt to avoid scratching the paint. After rinsing, use a clay bar or clay mitt to remove embedded contaminants from the surface. This step ensures that the ceramic coating bonds properly to the paint.

Step 2: Perform Paint Correction (If Necessary)

If your car has swirl marks, scratches, or oxidation, it’s best to perform a paint correction before applying ceramic coating. Use a polishing compound and a machine polisher to restore the paint’s clarity and smoothness. Skipping this step may result in imperfections being sealed under the ceramic coating.

Step 3: Wipe Down with Isopropyl Alcohol (IPA Solution)

Once the paint is clean and polished, wipe down the entire car with an IPA solution. This removes any remaining oils, waxes, or residues that could interfere with the bonding process. Use a clean microfiber towel for an even application.

Step 4: Apply the Ceramic Coating

Now comes the most critical step—applying the ceramic coating.

Shake the ceramic coating bottle well before use.

Wrap the applicator pad with a suede cloth and apply a few drops of the coating.

Work in small sections (2x2 feet) and apply the coating in straight, overlapping motions.

Allow the coating to “flash” (appear slightly hazy) before buffing it off with a clean microfiber towel.

Continue this process over the entire car, ensuring even coverage.

Step 5: Buff and Cure the Coating

After applying the ceramic coating, let it cure for a few minutes, then use a fresh microfiber towel to buff off any excess product. Make sure there are no streaks or uneven spots. The coating will continue to cure over the next 24–48 hours, during which time the car should be kept dry and out of direct sunlight.

Step 6: Allow for Proper Curing Time

For the best results, avoid washing your car for at least a week after applying ceramic coating. The full curing process can take up to two weeks, depending on environmental conditions. During this time, the coating forms a strong bond with the paint, ensuring long-lasting protection.

Maintaining Your Ceramic Coating

To maximize the benefits of ceramic coating, follow these maintenance tips:

Use pH-neutral car wash soap to avoid stripping the coating.

Avoid automatic car washes with harsh brushes that can damage the coating.

Apply a ceramic booster spray every few months to enhance durability.

Dry your car with a microfiber towel to prevent water spots.

Why Choose The Wrap Factory for Ceramic Coating?

While DIY ceramic coating is an option, professional application ensures the best results. At The Wrap Factory, we provide expert ceramic coating services with premium products that offer maximum protection and shine. Our experienced team ensures flawless application, so your car gets the highest level of care.

Additionally, if you want to enhance your car’s aesthetics, we also specialize in custom hood wrap designs for sports cars, allowing you to create a truly unique and eye-catching look.

Final Thoughts

Applying ceramic coating like a pro requires patience, attention to detail, and the right tools. By following this step-by-step guide, you can protect your vehicle’s paint, enhance its shine, and enjoy long-lasting benefits. Whether you’re in Ottawa or beyond, ceramic coating is an excellent investment, especially in areas with harsh weather conditions.

If you want professional results without the hassle, trust The Wrap Factory for high-quality ceramic coating and automotive customization services. Contact us today to learn more about our Benefits of ceramic coating for cars in Ottawa and how we can help protect your vehicle in style!

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"Maybe he got his signal crossed." but Coyote waved his hand in the air. "Lets talk about it later." The group started turning back. "Echo's inside." Coyote told her. "I came here with him...He wanted to save his look. I told you, Drama queen. We have to walk through the Foyer before we make it to the ballroom." Gatlin gave a nod. "They'll arrange us outside the ballroom doors to be announced." Shishi pouted. "I feel like everyone knows the rules except for us. I'm hoping that we don't make fools of ourselves." Plenty of demons had already headed inside before their group reached the doors, stepping inside the purple house felt like stepping into wonderland, and while purple was still the main theme it seemed as though there was plenty of other colors and motifs around as well, the black and white chevron pattern of the entry way floor was almost dizzying and a fairy was there to take their coats, smiling almost too seductively at them for such a mundane task. Then as they ushered into the great Foyer, the floor was polished white marble and golden tables with marble tops held large floral arrangements that seemed to be sentient as they writhed and danced in their golden urns. The chandeliers were heavy with gold and crystal casting a romantic light across the room and a naked fairy women with long curly blonde hair covering her breasts gave them a little wave as she rode by on an actual zebra. "Come find me later." she said winking at the lot of them before disappearing down a hallway. "This is already too much." Gatlin said under his breath with a shake of his head, though he was already craning his neck to get a better look at the fairy as her zebra trotted away. "Hey guys!" Thomasina called out waving her hand. "Yaroslava is going to be next...." Coyote guided Sasuga in her massive gown across the large foyer towards the large gilt doors that hid the party behind it. A beautiful demon with lavender hair popped out and smiled politely at Sasuga. "Miss Yaroslava, always a pleasure to have you here." He said, giving a little bow even though his short stature barely came up to her chest. "Leading the group?" he asked and gestured to the group behind her. "And we're completing it." Echo said, suddenly appearing at Sasuga's side, his hand on her mid back. "My dear, you look....exquisite." Though the same could be said for him. Echo's hair was long and sleek wearing it loose just as Sasuga liked it, adorned with some type of head band that allowed long strands of diamonds and pearls to fall freely amongst his ebony locks. His outfit was perfect for him, layers of purple, all cut and draped adorned with crystals and tiny pieces of fairy gold, making him look like some sort of fairy prince, even his long nails polished and buffed with tips of deep indigo that matched a smokiness around his eye. Most impressively of all however, were his deep black wings were entirely colored gold, like they had been cast from the metal. His eyes looked over her hair, and lingered at her breasts, as he smiled softly taking her hand, making sure to flash his gold ring she had purchased for him. "Are you wearing those silk stockings with the ribbons?" he asked in a little whisper, his eyes looking hungry for the answer.

Blood and Moonlight

Sasuga woke in what was at first an unfamiliar area but as she blinked fully awake she realized it was their closet that Coyote had decorated for them. She smiled and took a careful kiss from her mate who was still sound asleep next to her. It really had been an amazing night with the family and then with her husband. As she slipped from his arms, she took a moment to look at her reflection in the mirror, her fingers dancing over the fresh marks on her neck and hips. She couldn't have asked for anything more from the night and it was with some reluctance that she dressed. She picked out a pair of warm leggings and a short little skirt to pull over them with some knee high boots and a thick sweater. She slipped from the closet and moved to the bathroom to comb her hair and brush her teeth and get ready for the big day ahead. She gave a stretch and headed downstairs only to find a familiar face waiting for her. "Raphael..." she smiled and moved to greet him with a hug. "I see you are still alive." she smirked. "Want some tea? Coffee?"

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