#long pleh

[jamiedoodlesss]

kris. buddy im gonna need you to work with me here. we need to make this happen for you

[cantankerouscatfish]

it's really warm today, so I opened the far bedroom door. the window is covered with plastic sheet, but there's still a draft. old house. that plus an actual open window gives a nice breeze.

anyway there was a plastic eyeball in there, basically a ping pong ball with an iris. I think it's from a decoration. Chessie was carrying it around in her mouth which looked REALLY FUNNY. I couldn't get a photo. :(

[sysig]

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[tyunningism]

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Haven’t played the tutorial yet? Return to menu ! tyunningism’s note: dreamt abt desperate gyu and head since forever i need him so bad

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A week after your visit to Taehyun, the lovemeter depletes of your hard work— completely resetting to zero as you prepare yourself for another profusion of system messages and quests following your victory in Taehyun's mission last Saturday.

Huffing, you roll on to the warmer side of your comforter, bathing in the sun's mellow rays as the black gradient of your vision washes in to soft peaches and reds; lulling and nearly guiding you back to sleep.

With aching wrists from your questionable sleeping position last night, you extend a limp hand to your bedside table. Graining of wood invades your touch the more you struggle to find the curve of your alarm clock; hindering but regardless it angers the slump of your body to slug towards it.

11:26 in the morning, Saturday, no system messages at all. It takes you the utmost willpower you have to lift yourself from your bed. Your hair is teased and all over the place as you cross paths with your mirror— a quick shower and pampering yourself a bit will do you more good than stumbling out of the door in this state.

Shoving your towel and change of clothes under one arm you scavenge for Soobin's contact in the other. Is it too early to call him? He probably slept at the earliest at 5 so if the line goes flat, he's off and snoozing.

Spot on! The line goes flat, and you're a second away from stepping in to the pre-steamed shower when you receive a video call back seven minutes later from what you're hoping is an apologetic Soobin.

"Camera off?" He mumbles with a groggy and rough sharpness to his voice, still deep and sunken in sleep as his lips purse sloppily to mouth the vowels.

"I'm a mess right now you can't see me." Unclasped bras and stripped underwear lie itself on the bathroom floor of your apartment, turning up the volume of Soobin's call audio to hear him…better.

"Don't you always?��“

"I'm about to shower Soobin give me a break. I'm not about to flash my tits on video call." Hearing the stream of water trickle in the background his words stumble and slip over each other in a giant ridicule of a remark to your blatant words. "I—I'll let you get on with it. Wait—tell me why you called me first."

"Stop trying to hear me shower Soob!" Your chuckles are sonorous behind the glass screen of your shower; stuffy with steam and echoing walls. "What's that clothing store you and Arin went to last time? I need a closet update."

The disappointment in him reserves on his pouting lips rather than his voice as he mumbles again, "Lorenzo. It opened two weeks ago. They have a couple of pieces you'd like." The foreign name of the store rings a bell; advertised somewhere on your Instagram feed which you can’t recall— though it was trending because of some sort of hot-shot being a regular there, not exactly an incentive for you but you assume it would be for others.

“That's the one. Once I'm out of the shower I'll go and buy a bit of their inventory. Ella's begging me to go on vacay with her to Bali so I need a whole set of clothes!" Your complaints become more bitter as dripping shampoo finds refuge on your lips, eyes rid of sight as currents of water rain down on you.

"Lorenzo..for summer clothes?" Soobin's voice is slightly overpowered by the downpour of the shower as your phone rests on the sink, but you can easily make out the confusion on his face through his questioning, rollercoaster of a tone.

"Do they not sell summer- pleh! Clothes or something?" Last time you checked Arin bought two sets of summer dresses from Lorenzo and that's all you need for a three-day holiday; as long as the system doesn't send you on a mission in the middle of it.

"Lorenzo..they sell like..graphic tees, hoodies, Balenciaga's homeless collection but better—and thongs—are you wearing thongs to the beach?" One by one he lists all the different items he could remember seeing and upon the mention of 'thongs' you're immediately struck that this Lorenzo store is more of a Spencer's than a Princess Polly.

"Not quite Soob, but I'll consider wearing a pair of thongs if I'm feeling it." Your joke dawns on him for longer than it should as he wallows in silence—only the pattering of water from your shower head filling both yours and his ears.

"Good luck finding your pair of t-thongs, whatever—" A serrated ding! ends the phone call in a matter of seconds. Soobin having ended the call on an awkward note but at the same time you couldn't keep drinking litres of your shampoo each time you wanted to speak.

From the moment you step out of the shower with a towel secured tightly around your drenched hair another of those rosy system messages pops out in front of you unexpectedly.

The system makes it so darn difficult to focus on the mission when they're waving a hundred bucks in front of your face like it's nothing. There's always a catch to this sneaky system though and it's ought to be in the VIP ticket gifted to you as well after your experience with Taehyun.

You swipe on to the new icon that's now appeared; an inventory, which is pretty neat by the way considering the system can now grant you a stack if you needed it, ka-ching!— Tapping on to the ticket you skim over the information.

Panic. Successful from day one, they're a well-loved band in this and the neighbouring cities and are practically worshipped by your college they started this whole thing from scrap in. Especially the notorious drummer who lives in a whole other world to your department; you've never met nor seen him but he's been the culprit of your project partner Lila's wet dreams since you step foot on to campus. The number of times she's brought up his tongue piercing in them is to say the least..unheard of.

Aside from that? Not a clue.

Band music has never been your sort of thing so if your target's a die-hard fan of Panic then showing up as a poser fan at their concert means you'll never get close to fucking them, like ever if they're all on Lila's level.

So, with a swipe of your glazed lip gloss you whisk through the numerous beer cans your roommate Lily and her best friend Haewon must've downed in deep, drunk conversation and straight towards her door with a fisted hand ready to knock.

To your surprise Lily's already at the door with her arms crossed and head nodding off in a tired haze—obviously hungover but making an effort to talk to you before you get too busy again.

"Could hear those platforms thumping from your room Angel, you really drill my head in sometimes." She smiles and shoves at your shoulder gently; dressed head-to-toe in band merch you couldn't recognise at all but surety, she'd know something about Panic then, right?

"How else am I going to wake you from your slumber? 'm surprised she's not awake yet," an indicative finger directs towards a snoring Haewon half falling off Lily’s single bed to which you both find yourselves laughing at, "Right. Panic— you must've heard of them, right? I mean you're in the same department as all three of them aren't you?"

Lity couldn't give you any nicer of a reaction as she rolls her eyes at the mention, "Don't tell me you're in to those Chase Atlantic wannabes too." Pretty harsh for someone whose whole passion is exploring different music styles but judging from the Nmixx shirt (??) she's got going on then they must be a rival band to her favs.

"VIP tickets, gifted from uh-Lila, she couldn't go so.." It's a sad attempt at an excuse but the best you can think of in the moment without confessing to Lily that you're trying to fuck one of their fans—oh, you'd never see the light of day if that were the case.

"Long black hair, blonde streaks, tongue piercing and looks like he really loves it in the ass. No good, stay away if he offers you to head back stage." You don't even need to ask for his name to puzzle together that she's not in favour of the drummer; the same legendary tongue piercing that keeps slipping in to conversations about him like a trademark.

"Not planning on it so don't worry Lils, what's so bad about their drummer anyway?" A finger pokes at her soft cheeks which only huff more when she processes your words. "Drummer? So you do know about him after all."

As accusing as her sentence may sound you know she's serious that this drummer guy who likes butt stuff according to her isn't worth your time. Still, you feign confusion to the matter, intrigued by what could be so terrible about this drummer in the first place.

Balling her fist together she rubs it on her forehead as she recalls several annoying memories you'd love to hear one day in one of her Haewon-beer-can debrief sessions.

"I don't get why he's so popular in the department apart from looking like some budget emo who rails his fans after a show like—God, Beomgyu can't you keep it in your pants for once?!" Anger is evident in the way her speech converts to spiteful bullets of spit as she complains about the band man, supposedly Beomgyu.

"And can you name me one good song that Beomgyu's band has? One that's a bit niche so I don't pass off as out of place."

"You're making me sound like a fan! But..I guess Take My Half is..decent." And Lily's seriously all you need to create a perfect alibi for yourself if you wanted to fit in tonight, and naturally that leaves you with meeting the dress code!

Crossroads merge and divert in to one big blend of concrete as you navigate through rows of boutiques and sketchy stores you swear are only open for money laundering. Lorenzo wasn't your first choice for summer clothes given what Soobin told you this morning, but for a band gig? A literal haven of clothes fit for it. Because the second you take a turn from the main road, you're face-to-face with a mannequin chained in handcuffs and a bikini for a top in the window display at the end of the alleyway. Soobin and Arin went here to shop? Jesus.

Heavy metal penetrates your alarmed ears from your very spot near the entrance. The store is filled to the brim with what Soobin mentioned; carcasses of—you don't even know if you'd call them jeans with all those Intentional rips in them— and graphic tees with splattered print and funky fonts you found the most difficult bit to read.

And while you're not a fan of Panic in any sense you can at least conjure an image of what their fans would wear to one of their popular gigs— anything from this store.

Hung on the 25% off sale rack is a backless black dress compressed between striking green leggings and another of those Balenciaga homeless collection jeans as Soobin calls it. It's smooth to the touch with metal detailing along its seams that spelt ‘Angel’ down the side in pretty calligraphy. Holy shit— if this dress wasn’t meant for you then this is one hell of a coincidence; picking it off the rack you scavenge for the closest mirror to you to visually try on the dress.

“You’re so fucking enticing in that.” Turning your head towards the source of the husk of a voice you're met with a man, no shorter than 5'10, tapping against the clothing racks with ring engrossed fingers studded with steel snakes and symbols. His hair is covered under a black hat; low on his head to hide his pretentious stare you could sense all over you as he drinks in the image of the dress fitted against your body.

"Thanks. It suits me doesn't it?" The male shifts his weight on to both legs again, hands in his pockets as he makes himself comfortable getting closer to you—squeezing in to the tiny gap between you and the stack of graphic tees behind.

Quick to act on his feet he's twisting one of his rings down the slender of his finger to bestow in to your hands, a small offering of 'peace' he says before he's tugging on your shoulders from behind with a hand snatching the dress in to his possession.

You're about to question his behaviour when all of a sudden the backless one-piece is pushed to your chest again with the addition of two cold, ring-bound fingers maneuvering your chin to follow his own artistic vision as he swerves the dress from all angles in deep thought.

"An accessory would make this look bomb I'm not fucking joking-" The male sinks his teeth on to his bottom lip as though he had the perfect idea in mind already. "Did Lorenzo always have personal stylists here?" You joke lightheartedly, waiting for the employee's next eureka moment on fashion advice.

Hearing this he retracts his hands from you, digging in to his pockets for his phone which he tosses carelessly in to your cupped ones with worry in case it dropped. "Not a personal stylist, but if you'd like me to be yours—“ His eyes scan the lettering of the dress on the hanger once more, “Angel, then I’d be glad to do so.”

Target.. Choi Beomgyu!? Memories of Lily's warnings retrace in your head, completely baffling you as you stare with squinted eyes at him. The system's offered you an option with the ticket— assuming that it'll give you the best chance at obtaining Beomgyu's heart points tonight— except trying to fraud yourself as a fan in front of the actual drummer itself lands you in a tough position.

The drummer believes you're digging in to the pockets of your sweats for your own phone, until you pull out a gold-inked card he recognises on the spot.

"No need Beomgyu, I'll see you tonight." There's something about the way his demeanor switches like a flicker of a lamp in to a sheepish one; at a loss of words as the sound of your platforms tune out in to the heavy metal the closer you walk towards the till.

As the worker scans your item to a total of 79 dollars you're inching in to your pocket when you hear the beep! of the card machine in front of you.

"It's on me Angel, and Ronnie, let me have this on the house- please?" He was nowhere near as whiny as he is now; begging for the matching garter dangling from his fingers, but you can understand the hype surrounding him on campus now. Anyone could just sort of kick him around all they want and he'll come lapping back like some sort of dog the moment he's asked and it’s that high that keeps them lurching back for more of the drummer’s synergy.

"Beomgyu just because I'm your fan doesn't mean you have to—“ in honest truth you're fucking giddy that he's paid for your clothes without you even needing to touch a dime of your hundred-dollar bill, despite your refusal of his Good Samaritan act.

"Down payment, for what you said earlier. You'll be there for me later Angel, right? 77 clifford street at 7." The same subtle whine to his voice completely hypnotises you in to focusing on the pout of his lips and his expectant eyes; all brown and puppy-like in rivalry with the jagged and rough cut of his hair, it’s all so cruelly impossible to say no to him like this.

“Who said I was going for you?" The worker hands over your shopping bag stuffed messily with the dress and garter Beomgyu had ever so kindly purchased for you. The paper packaging swings on your arm with your pockets still feeling full on your way to the exit of the store, not wanting to face him if he took your teasing to heart and decided to refund.

"I'll know when you choose whether or not to wear the garter." He'll be happy to know that you’ll be showing off to him at barricade if you're trying to hook up with him after the concert.

Not wanting to extend the back-to-back teasing you slip outside back in to the alleyway— the sky greyer and dimmer than earlier giving you a sign to head home to get ready for the concert if you wanted to make an effort towards your looks.

Around the corner just like you expected, a couple steps outside of the store and the system's actively bombarding your vision with another set of notices.

Tonight’s going to be long— and you can feel it in your legs as well what’s awaiting you.

“How do I loo—“

"Smoking hot. If you're not bringing home one of the band members then they either love dropping the soap in the men's showers or can't see for shit." Barely a 180-degree spin in and she's fawning and clapping for you already; compliments on the verge of moans as she clicks her fingers in approval.

"If no one's fucking you tonight I certainly will, and I won't be sparing that dress ANY mercy do you hear me Angel !!??" Megan quickly sneaks past the boundary of your living room in to the bathroom to give you small air kisses all around. And you sincerely hope she doesn't get too close in case her lip stick finds its way on your neck to which you'd have to explain later..a horror movie plot waiting to happen.

"Okay Megs, think I'm ready, and this time I don't want to hear the aux playing soundtracks from Tubatu's—“ Closing your mouth in an instant you raise Megan's suspicions who's now going to delay your arrival to the venue by at least half an hour. Shit— you completely forgot that the system eradicated the entire existence of the dating sim you’re keeping a secret with your life, you’re still unused to Megan’s silence about the game when two weeks ago she would’ve been spamming your messages with its updates.

"Because I heard it in a—uh, cab last week and it was—oh my god it was horrible." Collecting your purse from the coffee table you make a bee-line for the door of your apartment with a set of keys in hand to hopefully beckon Megan to drop your slip of words before it could escalate further.

“Won't ever be a problem for me because I don't know who the fuck Tewbatu is!" Sometimes you're really glad that Megan can be a little daft.

Queued outside the venue is a whole city gathering of pumped fans holding little banners and signs which you blame the system for not mentioning because now that you're looking at it, everyone has one like—every damn person here has a huge sign for Beomgyu solely.

"Getting home is going to be hell..I've never seen anything like it." Megan grips the steering wheel to make a sharp turn down an emptier road where she drops you off and gives you a thumbs up before speeding down the main road back to her slum of an apartment.

The queue passes by faster than you expected as groups of fans push through the limited entrance in one go— at least 5 of them coming out of the brawl with one soft tissue injury to get as close to barricade as they could with general admission.

With your VIP ticket you're headed down a straight-forward path to the centre stage, stopping at the sides of the barricade rather than squeezing in to the middle with the other VIPs. There's nothing but a silent bass in the background, the stage only topped with a drum kit, two microphone stands and an overhead light that casted a violet glow in the centre and it only strikes you now that you don't know the words to any of their songs. Learning the lyrics completely slipped your mind in your ‘flawless’ plan.

Distracted by the reward notification and the sound of your lovemeter filling up you forget the situation at hand at trying to prevent a disaster. You attempt to shift from your position to somewhere further back where Beomgyu can't see your mumbling and chewed on lyrics but the pushing of the crowd behind you as the VIPs start to line up waiting for Panic to come on stage became impossible to permeate unless you want to be crushed between drunken and slouched bodies.

Heavy bass then thumps in your ear to match the pace of your racing heart, thrilling and upbeat but descending in to a more sensual and slower one as the lights of the stage dim further and the only thing your senses could pick up on were the unrestrained cheers and screams of fans from all over the city chanting predominantly Beomgyu's name in unison.

And on cue he follows out behind a trail of two other men dressed fully in a leather gilet and fluorescent-dyed hair which only heightened in brightness under the harsh stage lighting. Your target is striking in his Lorenzo jeans you thought were impeccably hard to pull off but he never fails to surprise you time and time again when he reveals his band-tee of the night under his matching gilet.

'Angel' in white fabric marker that ran down his back in one continuous line. Deliberately meant for you and there's no mistake in how his eyes scan the mass of sweaty bodies for the dress he was so keen on gifting earlier. Stood timidly in your metal lettered 'Angel' dress your eyes sparkle with anticipation that he'd be able to find you in this blur of heads.

And when he does make eye contact, he's strict on keeping his eyes on you for every second that he's not looking at his score. Jagged streaks of black hair stick to his forehead initiated by the muggy dew of his sweat as he batters his drum sticks to the beat of their opening performance; lightweight and lifting, a real show for their talent besides their blessed genetics.

Raw and emotion-abundant vocals spark fiery enthusiasm in their fans and you slowly find yourself blending in as you sway naturally to the music; clanging cymbals ring and echo in your ears as you mouth the lyrics you've quickly caught up on to an amused Beomgyu—lacking in fan service today as he hasn't paid any attention the right side of the venue since he came out on stage.

You think you've missed something when your eyes are alarmingly opened from your trance by a roar of moans cloaked as cheers from behind. The crush of bodies surrounding you vibrates with excitement under the thick smog of sweat and spilled drinks mixed with overpowering women's perfume. A blueish purple haze spotlights Beomgyu who whips his hair in sync to his mental metronome; his tongue stuck out to reveal the metal ball prodding in the centre of the muscle of his tongue that drove everyone witnessing it mad, and rightfully so.

There's been countless moments throughout the night when you really get a glimpse of how alluring he is on stage— undoubtedly born for this as he captures the crowd with a smug grin that'll be rewatched on their highlights for days.

And take for instance when he's really pushing the limits. Repeatedly sending charming winks towards your direction or a small 'call me' sign with the shake of his ring-clamped hands that created uproar so hectic he had to end his talk early—ending it on a note directed for you.

"Nice seeing you tonight, Angel." With how your stomach twists at the nickname you're honestly glad the system stopped you from changing it, and you can bet with your life that the whole crowd is leaving with their underwear damp as the band exits off the stage— Beomgyu tossing a drum stick in the air for a lucky fan but keeping the other tightly grasped in his palm and pressed up to his lips in a seductive kiss before disappearing behind the curtain as well.

One thing’s for sure, once you return you’re doing a whole deep dive on this man.

But what do you now that the gig's over? Is he just going to walk away just like that? The system hasn't sent a single hint apart from to dress up and go and as you try to discreetly swipe through the game screen in front of you a surge of people shove and squeeze past your shoulders through to the exits, causing you to lose your balance on your overly tall platforms.

"Woah—shit!—" Closing your eyes to embrace for impact with the drink stained floors you're pleasantly surprised to be met with…a bulked arm around your waist?

"Quick talk backstage if you would please follow me." Reading the badge clipped on to the plain black polo you finally get the idea of how you were going to meet Beomgyu. Having a security guard to come fetch you— so this is what the system meant by backstage secrets…

You dawdle behind the burly security guard who redirects you from the main flock of the crowd and past the staff entrance where your eyes are burned awake with white hospital-esque lighting. It's a lengthy walk to where you're headed but judging by the security guard's silence you can tell he's taking you to Beomgyu's makeup room for some…relief.

"Does he always bring girls backstage like this?" Completely professional and bound to protocol the security guard doesn't answer nor give a shake or nod of his head. He's set on following Beomgyu's instructions which strictly were: 'take the girl with the black angel dress to me after the concert.'

And when your attendance is made known by a double knock to the door labelled in permanent marker 'Panic' the door swings wide with a still breathless Beomgyu.

You see it clearer now, his post-show makeup; pencil eyeliner and eyeshadow that smudged attractively towards his eyebrows for an edgier look. His lips are damp from licking them a total of 97 times during the concert but still showing faint hues of a light pink tint to them that made him hard to resist kissing.

The drummer pulls you inside the room so he could bring the door to a close, drawing attention from the still-working staff giving you looks knowing they'd have a different mess to clean up later. And you're not shy of looks from his bandmates either— manspreading on the couch and patting their faces with towels that are then ruined with hair dye running down their faces.

"Angel, don't tell me you're here for Jeno and Jay, are you?" Beomgyu pulls a face when he realises your attention is off him, his chin resting on your shoulder as he points towards the rest of his band that he blows childish raspberries to.

"You were good on stage, really good up close." And when you speak of him with such awe it's like a tail wags behind him as he buries his head in to your neck; nose inhaling your scent that causes your breath to hitch. "What should I do?~ Turns out Angel's new favourite in Panic is me now, did you like the shirt? I wore it for you specifically."

The guitarist from the couch chuckles lowly, heading back to scrolling on his phone with an open mouth just waiting to spout a remark.

"Don't get involved with that loser beautiful, you're better off with us instead." He taunts you with a fingering motion that upsets the drummer, and as much as you'd like to accept his offer he'll have to wait for another time if you wanted to complete your mission by today.

"Ignore Jay Angel, you know what you're here for don't you, I'll make you cum ten times harder with my tongue alone than his limp dick ever can!" Jeno can barely slip in a chuckle before Beomgyu's pushing you forwards past snooping staff in to his very own practice room— soundproofed and fitted with a long couch and drum kit.

A drum stick lays lone on the couch; the exact one he kissed before leaving stage and you just can't take your eyes off it without your hand brushing your own lips.

Beomgyu notices your interest and runs to pick it off the couch; waving it around in his hands with a mischievous grin. "Usually I'd throw away both of these bad boys into the crowd but, I saved this one for you, specially kissed by yours truly." One end of the drumstick in his hand is jabbed just between your collarbones, sliding down and over the fabric of your dress that scrunched and indented to reveal the curve of your chest down to your belly button.

"Smell s' good Angel, what lotion do you use?" You shake your head with no knowledge to give him apart from the fact it's Lily's that you borrow, letting him manhandle you to sit down on the couch as he situates himself on the wood-decked floor.

Leaning down, he prods the drumstick between your thighs to pry them open, whimpering softly when you finally give him a glimpse of what's been camping in his mind all day. Red laced underwear that runs small on you, hugging at the sensitive flesh tightly as he slides the drumstick down between the folds of your clothed cunt— the sensation causing you to instinctively close your thighs to which Beomgyu spreads further this time.

"Drummer boy, just eat me out already don't bother with the teasing." You're austere with him as you shift down lower on the couch's backrest, giving him a full-view of your panties— holding back a moan that bubbles in his throat when he sees your slick starting to dampen the red in to a dark burgundy.

"Boss me around more Angel— you're so fucking sexy in this." His teeth gnaw at the black garter snug around your thigh, pulling it down in one go with his premolars just below your knee. "All dolled up for me, wore this only for me didn't you?" You hum and jut your hips towards his nose which makes contact with your slick-soaked panties, inhaling your scent before he purses his lips to give gentle licks between the dip, making out with your pussy as he keeps his hands between his lap.

Beomgyu is wide-eyed as he digs himself further, trying to push his tongue through the thin fabric and inside of you; groaning whenever you pressed your clit in to his nose every time his tongue felt all too real against you the minute your underwear melted in poor defence to the saliva dripping from his mouth.

Said he liked it when you bossed him around didn't he? So that's exactly what you do, hands pulling at the intertwined black and blonde hair covering his forehead to detach him from his makeout session with your underwear. His eyes roll back to their whites when the slight plain at his scalp burns in to ashes of pleasure, a breathy moan trembling from his lips as he watches you slip off your panties down an ankle; unzipping your platforms in the process.

"If you're going to eat me out then at least do it properly mutt." You pick up on the way he loses his confident attitude from earlier completely. Flushed ears and teary as he looks up at you with slitted eyes; fluttering his long lashes open and shut. He's absolutely psyched for you as your hand remains tightly gripped at his hair, biting down on his lip that blushes pink with blood when he lets go as you lean in to kiss him.

The kiss is wet with no direction at all, globs of spit exchanging on to the corner of your lips as Beomgyu's tongue rims over your teeth and the cool metal— that tongue piercing you've been eyeing since he stuck it out at the gig tonight— it glides and bumps at your tongue, slippery and sensual as it clashes with yours and it doesn't surprise you when Beomgyu suddenly pulls away. A hand stacked with rings rubs at his pink mushroom tip peeking through the band of his boxers; you don’t recall him unzipping his fly at any point but the male looks close to tears as he pants, close to cumming already.

"L-let me taste you please, Angel. I'm really good at it I swear, I'll eat you until you're shaking…m-more than that even just let me feel you on my tongue."

"Think you deserve it after creating such a big mess?" His eyes widen and divert side-to-side to find the issue; being the pool of saliva and drool left by him at your lips that ended up dripping down to your neck which you wipe at, presenting it to him on your fingers in disapproval.

"A-ah! 'm sorry, won't do it again I swear I'll clean it off Angel—“ Your grip on his hair tightens which causes him to wince and clench his teeth, the rubbing motion around his tip changing into a tight squeeze as you pull him towards the couch, resting your head on the arm rest as you let go of him. "I'll forgive you if you can make me cum harder than the guitarist with the limp dick." You yawn to egg him on.

The male leans above you; brain short-circuiting when the wetness drips along your thighs and down to your ass and he wastes no time in meeting your cunt at eye level to sop and lap it all up! <3

"Mnngh-tastes like heaven Angel, I could be s-stuck between your legs for years, fuck.." His tongue drags upwards along your glistening cunt, pulsing and practically inviting Beomgyu for more and the drummer can't help but beg you to smother his face with your pussy with a broken and whiny voice!

"At this rate I'll be cumming in a decade; s-shit, speed it up Gyu." Like an obedient dog he's burying his face in to your cunt, the ball of his piercing poking and swirling at your sensitive clit that he sucks and nibbles on, tugging on the nub that shoots your hands up to reach back for his head, pressing his nose back in to your folds as you lean your head back in bliss.

"T-that's it mutt, so you weren't stupid-hah, afterall…" Beomgyu continues to lap at your cunt with fervor. He's practically merged with your pussy and stuck to it, refusing to come up for even a second to breathe. A decorative pillow situates itself beneath him and his hard cock, rutting in to it at vigorous speed as he spews high pitched whimpers whenever the pleasure became too much for his pussy-drunk head !!

And as you dip your head further in to the plush of the arm rest you suddenly remember the elastic lace garter still hooked around your knee, a horny ridden thought popping in to your head that you wanted to test.

“Beomgyu ah!— stop for a minute or else I won't let you finish." Your words bare heavy restrictions on him as he reluctantly pull away. Strings of saliva connecting from your hole to his piercing makes his dick twitch as he kneels back on his legs, hands obediently reserved to his side as he waits for your next instruction.

But fuck—Beomgyu didn't think you could get any hotter when you stretched the garter from your knee wide, fitting it over his head and letting it snap in to place with a loud slap!

"Ngh— Angel you— what's this for?" Dumb pre-cum slathered hands paw at the itchy material, a cute pout on his face as his bangs slick to the side awaiting your answer. "Your very own collar. Need to keep you in control if you keep moaning and barking over some pussy hm? Are you always like this? Moaning and whimpering like a slut Gyu? So loud you probably want the guys out there to hear how desperate you are don't you? Trying to show off to the others the moment you've got my pussy in your face, so whiny! really should punish you like the dirty mutt you are." He doesn't try to prove you wrong, just moaning like a bitch in heat after every syllable of your words with a tongue lolled and embarrassed hands covering his dick; pitiful and aching red.

"Punish—Punish me please! Tug on my hair again a-ah!..wanna cum please Angel.." Following exactly that you shove his head back between your legs but not close enough for his tongue to reach with your hands dragging and pulling at his hair— his hands gripped around your thigh to keep him buckled in place.

"Fuck yourself on the pillow first, then I'll consider cumming on your tongue." Beomgyu's eyebrows furrow in confusion at the punishment…because, because he's been looking forward to having you squirm on his tongue all along!! You can't just expect him to cum on his own with a pillow instead of your pussy— God that's worse than edging !! :(

The grip on his makeshift collar contracts around the unblemished skin of his neck, causing him to slightly choke back any complaints as he glances back up at you with glossy eyes.

"Come on Beomgyu, show me the little slut you are—I don't have all day for this. I could leave any moment now, you probably need this more than I do but you wanna make me cum right?"

That alone is all it needs to snap him back in to action, his head shaking no as you pull the garter-collar an inch closer to you. "Y–yes I'll do it!! I'll make myself cum on the pillow like a good slut!" Degrading eyes strip him of all his shame as he props up the pillow and fluffs it, a dip created in the centre as he rubs his leaking cock repeatedly in a moaning mess. It's a priceless sight to watch as his tongue stretches out in a cycle of pants, gasping whenever you shifted the collar against his skin as you watched him embarrass himself.

It's shameful, so so dirty, but Beomgyu relishes in the way you watch in entertainment and it only increases the chase towards an orgasm with each buck of his hips in to the soft material, rubbing his cock all over with a fuzzy mind.

"S-shit!— Gonna cum, Angel! Gonna cum!" Watching as he spills his load over the grey pillow you feel your own pussy clenching; desperate for some action and urging for your hand to hook on to his collar, a hand in his hair as well to drag him forwards and let you finish.

Beomgyu doesn't let you retract on your promise before he's latched back on to your cunt. His sensitive dick softens from his release but jolts at even the tiniest movements as he works his tongue tirelessly on your clit. Sucking and lapping and what not over the flesh as the mix of spit and slick drools down his chin.

When he finds the pulsing nub of your clit again with ease he directs all his attention towards it. Flicking the metal ball on his flat tongue at incomparable speed closer to vibrations than needy puppy-licks; cold and prodding on the sensitive bundle of nerves with each stroke of his tongue and you can cross your heart when you say that you've never felt anything like it.

"Mmh!—Fuck that's it Beomgyu! Gonna make me cum so hard shit shit shit!" The drummer continues to hammer down on your drenched cunt, the grip on your thighs so hard they're bound to leave marks as his nails dig in to the soft skin the more you pulse and throb on his tongue.

Shortly after you're crying in pleasure at unsound-proofable volume with the addition of Beomgyu's whimpers vibrating further in to your orgasm as you coat his tongue in your sweet cum! You should see the dazed look on his face as he lifts his face drenched form the bottom down in your fluids, addicted to your taste as he finds himself digging back for more.

"Who would've known that the drummer of Panic likes being pushed around like this?" Your giggles become melodies in his ears as he finds himself infatuated with you, hugging around your waist with his head glued to your stomach to throw a small fit. "You can't..can't tell anyone about me being a loser for pussy or anything—hah..got it Angel?"

"I'm sure you were whimpering loud enough for everyone outside there to be gossiping for a year Choi Beomgyu." The red lace underwear you wore still hooked around your ankle is pulled off and handed in to the possession of the shy drummer who looks in awe as you zip back up your platforms, pull your dress back down and unlock the door to the practice room in one smooth exit.

The system pops up with your rewarding messages, an easier victory this time round that you still applaud regardless as you leave the stylist’s room in silence and plus, you’re bound to be in a couple of his lyrics in their upcoming album that's for sure.

A/N: I GOT IT DONE BEFORE I LEFT THAILAND !!! Personal victory for Emme ^^ I’ve also found a new job as a gcse tutor so no more of taking long orders for now !! Unless i’m not fit for it 😓😓 But that does mean I’ll be busy since it’s an online zoom call thing.

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[skyward-floored]

Illusion and Incredibles au

“Wild, I really— ugh— I don’t— ack— why did we— pleh stop!” Legend coughed as Wild dumped an entire bag of flour over his head. “There’s gotta— hgh— be a better way!”

“Nope! If I’m going to be a master illusionist for the talent show, and you’re going to be my rabbit, then you can’t be pink. Magicians always have white rabbits!” Wild said as he finished pouring, leaving a huge pile of flour on the counter. With Legend smack in the middle of it.

Legend wheezed, his long ears twitching. “Couldn’t we have done paint?!”

“No, flour is better, it’ll look like magic dust too,” Wild said primly, and scooped Legend out of the flour, tilting him this way and that. “Perfect! You look just like a magician’s rabbit.”

“I feel like a dust cloud. This is a terrible idea,” Legend hacked, and Wild looked at him.

“Ledge, I need you,” he said with a pleading look. “I don’t have another act I can do without my powers, and we agreed we’d split the prize money if we win, remember?”

“Yeah, I remember,” Legend said in a grumbly voice, violently sneezing out a small cloud. “I’ll do it. But when we do it for real, use less flour, huh?!”

“Yeah yeah, I will,” Wild promised, and tucked Legend in his arms before leaving to go practice.

...Leaving Malon to later find the utter disaster that they’d left the kitchen in.

[clavis-est-ad-solem]

Thanks to @queerius-spherius , it make my day better

To be honest, I’ve already managed to get upset, because I still haven’t been able to play with DW with friends for whom I started playing it. I’m actually very upset. But I’m glad that I have a person who really means a lot to me for a long time. Every time I think of this person, I smile, because I only remember the good. Dude, thanks for a good game, and thank you for being there.

Also, here is smt lazy and fast haha

PLEH

[blindmagdalena]

Omg could you maybe do “The sun rising over the horizon as they chat through the night” with homelander and maybe venus!reader? A standard reader would be wonderful too though ☺️

ohhh, venus!reader!!! it's been too long since i thought about her! yes, absolutely. 🖤

homelander x reader. dialogue from this list of newly wed prompts. reader is the supe Venus, a Poison Ivy inspired superhero. ❤️🌿 1.3k and 18+ for saucy imagery and some heavy petting, but no outright smut. mostly a sentimental affair.

Intimacy is a strange word. It’s the sort that can be used to describe the closeness of a wide variety of different relationships, be they platonic or romantic. It strikes Homelander that he’s had very, very few relationships that he would classify as truly intimate.

But that’s what this feels like right now. You lay atop him, nothing but skin between your bodies. It isn’t just your shared nakedness that makes this intimate, though.

It’s the tenderness in your eyes as you gaze down at him through heavily lidded eyes, lips curved in a gentle smile. It’s the way you tilt your head at the same time he lifts his hand, knowing he intends to stroke your cheek with his knuckles well before he does it. It’s the way you sigh the warmth of your breath onto his lips.

It wasn’t always like this. There was a time where he couldn’t stand you: at least, that’s what he thought it was. You had a way of putting him off balance, agitating him in ways few people could. There were times when he wanted to throttle you for the ease with which you would brush him off.

It turned his world upside down when he realized you’d been flirting with him the whole time.

“What’re you thinking about?” You ask idly, leaning against his hand. He adjusts his hand to support your cheek in his palm, rubbing his thumb along the rise of your cheek.

“You,” he answers, smiling at how you scrunch your nose.

“What about me?” You press, turning your head to kiss his palm.

He inhales a slow breath through his nose, exhales a little raspberry. “You and me. Where we are, how we got here.”

“Well,” you begin, folding your arms to rest them atop his chest. “It all started this afternoon when I sent you a picture of a blooming Middlemist Red–the rarest flower in the world, I’ll remind you–and you texted back ‘Not The Petals I’m Thinking About Spreading,’ which, inexplicably and against all logic, made me incredibly horny. So, I came home, took off all your clothes and rode you stupid.”

As you speak, a grin slowly spreads across Homelander’s face. “Wow. You got it bad, huh?”

“I married you, didn’t I?” You give back, quirking a brow.

“Ch’yeah, but even so. Sheesh. Embarrassing.” “I’m going to kill you,” you say through a smile, turning to bite his hand. He laughs as you chew ineffectually on it, continuing to stroke your cheek regardless. 

“Yeah? I think this approach is gonna take you awhile,” he muses, watching as you gnaw at the meat of his hand just below his pinky.

Letting his hand go with a soft pleh noise, you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. “Yeah, I intend it to. At least a solid fifty years. You’ll suffer real slow. That’s why they use spoons instead of knives to torture people, you know. It hurts more when it’s dull,” you say, leaning in to press a sweet kiss to his lips.

“Fifty years, huh? That’s it?” He asks, wiping your own spit on your shoulder. “You know we’re probably gonna live a lot longer than that, right?”

“Yeah, well, you never know what the divorce rates will be like in the future. You know what the leading cause of divorce is, right?” You ask, refolding your arms, resting your chin atop them.

“We’re not getting divorced,” he says, unwilling to entertain the thought even playfully.

“The leading cause of divorce is marriage,” you say very seriously anyways.

“You are… so incredibly lame,” he says, voice heavy with the severity of his accusation.

“And yet,” you say, wiggling your ring finger.

He takes your hand and pulls it to his lips, kissing that inconspicuous little gold band. It matches his wider band perfectly. “And yet,” he echoes by way of agreement. “Hard to believe I finally pinned you down.”

“Oooh,” you purr, brows lifting. “Tell me more about how you pinned me down.”

“You’re done for now. Shackled. Legally bound,” he expounds, smoothing his hands down the curves of your body, sinking his grip into the soft swell of your ass. You laugh, moving your hands to kiss his chest just above the beat of his heart.

“Mmm, see, I recall our honeymoon differently. I remember you being the one all tied up,” you say, a wicked glint in your eyes.

True. You surprised him with that one, ensnaring him in a tangle of vines and keeping him like that for hours under the narrative of “breaking him in.” It had worked, rocked his world so hard that the thought alone was enough to send a hungry pang all the way to his core, despite having just thoroughly had you. It isn’t as though he can ever get enough. You’re intoxicating.

He inhales deeply, savoring the rich smell of you. You always have the lingering scent of blossoms and sandalwood on your skin, remnants of your powers woven into every fiber of your being. It gives you a sense of wildness, leaves him feeling as though he’s laying claim to you every time he touches you. 

“I love you,” he says, eyes soft, utterly drunk on the feeling. He watches how easily those three simple words disarm you, draining the slyness from your eyes and replacing it with a tenderness reserved exclusively for him. For as much as the world thinks it knows you, it never will. Not the way he does. Let them go on believing you’re part hero, part villainess, that all your stems are barbed with thorns. He’ll keep the truth of your softness a secret for his hands alone. 

“I love you, too,” you whisper, cupping either side of his face as you close in to kiss him properly, parting his lips with your tongue to taste, to feel, to consume. There is a hunger in you that mirrors his own, each of you taking bites of the other without ever truly growing full or satisfied. 

He realized a long time ago that no amount of you would ever be enough, and that was when he knew he had to make you his forever. The rings on your fingers are just a small token of that. It’s the scars you carve into each other’s hearts that scream the true nature of your love.

Time melts away in the wake of your presence in his. You make him laugh, bringing him the kind of peace he’d only ever dreamed of. There is an ease that comes about when you truly love someone, when you can not only show them your deepest darkness, but your most nonsensical self. He’s never afraid that you will laugh at him. He knows unconditionally that you only ever laugh with him. When he is vulnerable, you bring sobriety. When he is afraid, you don armor.

In the span of a single night, you are his lover, his rival, his spouse, his menace and his dearest friend. The two of you are so wholly consumed by one another, neither of you realize that the night has ended until the dawn comes crawling in through the windows.

“God, what time is it?” You ask, dumbstruck by the encroaching light.

“I don’t care,” Homelander answers unhelpfully, tugging you back down into his arms. “Fuck it, let’s stay in bed all day, sleep through it. I like the night better anyways. No one to bother us,” he says, kissing a line up your throat. “Let’s play hooky.”

You sigh through a smile, carding your fingers through his hair. “You know that I’m supposed to be the bad influence, right?”

“Step up your game, then,” he says, sucking a mark at your neck that threatens to bruise. The way you shiver against his tongue is fucking delicious. “Be worse.”

He inhales sharply at the firm press of your hand slipping between his legs.

“If you insist,” you say, feigning exasperation. He grins broadly.

Who ever said honeymoons had to end?

[thealienfantasy]

Alien Fantasy-File 12: A Human's threshold for heat.

The scorching heat bore down on Caroline's hazmat suit as she strained against the cart's weight. The pieces of Nexorite were pretty, but god. Each push felt like moving a mountain.

"Just... a bit... further." Caroline grunted, her muscles screaming in protest. The cart's wheels groaned against the rocky terrain.

"(Taht htiw pleh em tel ,ereH!)" a deep, gravelly noise rumbled from behind her. Caroline spun around, wiping sweat from her brow as she faced Koh'ro. Their size alone made Caroline feel like a child in comparison. Without waiting for her response, Koh'ro stepped forward and gave the cart a gentle nudge. The heavy load that had Caroline struggling moved without strain.

"(Ti tup ot em tnaw uoy od erehW?)" Koh'ro's rumbled again. Caroline reached up and slapped the side of her ear in frustration. The translator implant crackled with static before dying completely. 

"Damn thing's acting up again." she muttered. One accident is all it took for this to happen. It was gonna be a pain to fix.

 "Over there." she pointed towards the ship's light. Koh'ro grunted in response and moved. The cart glided smoothly under their strength until it reached the designated spot. A blue light enveloped the cargo, and within seconds, the Nexorite crystals materialized inside the ship's hold.

"Thanks for the assist." Caroline said, giving them a thumbs up. Koh'ro responded by thumping their chest with a sound like boulders colliding. Looking at Koh'ro now, She didn't know why she was terrified of them at first. They were pretty friend shaped for what looked like a fusion between a silverback and a boulder. The other aliens seemed surprised at how there wasn't a fight. 

Carol took a moment and unzipped her suit, letting it drop to her waist and allowing her upper body to breathe. The heat was killing her.

Koh'ro suddenly pointed at Caroline's body, making a gesture that mimicked steam rising. Their rocky features twisted into what passed for concern among their species. Caroline looked down at herself, her tank top had a few wet patches. She lifted an arm and took a sniff.

...And immediately regretted the decision. 

The planet's temperature was survivable. but it could be pretty irritating. Multiple active lava flows in this particular region didn't help matters. Pools of molten rock dotted the landscape, making the already hot environment nearly unbearable.

"How long have I been at this?" Caroline wondered aloud, checking her clock. The display showed she'd been working for nearly six standard hours. Koh'ro made a series of grinding sounds that Caroline interpreted as speech, despite her malfunctioning translator. They gestured to indicate they'd seen other humans in similar states of exhaustion and sweat.

The massive alien reached down and patted Caroline's back with surprising gentleness for a being made primarily of living rock. They then lowered themselves slightly, gesturing for her to climb aboard.

"You sure?" Caroline asked, but Koh'ro just patted their own back again. With practiced ease - this wasn't their first such arrangement - Caroline scrambled up onto Koh'ro's broad, crystalline back. She found a comfortable position between two larger mineral protrusions that made for good handholds.

"Lead the way, big guy." she said, settling in for whatever destination Koh'ro had in mind. The massive alien began moving at a brisk pace. The crystalline formations on their back provided points for Caroline to hold onto, though she'd learned early on to wear thick gloves when riding. 

As they traveled, the landscape changed gradually. The rocky terrain remained constant, but the number of lava flows increased. Caroline's sweat-soaked clothes began to steam slightly in the intense heat. Other members of Koh'ro's species could be seen in the distance, some working at mineral extraction sites, others carrying loads that would require heavy machinery for humans to move. 

"You know? when Command first assigned us to this planet, they warned us about potential hostile life forms. Imagine their surprise when our first contact report included piggyback rides." She could feel Koh'ro's vibrating their body, making Caroline grip tighter to maintain her balance. 

They passed by one of the larger mining operations, where several human crew members were working alongside Koh'ro's people. The sight of the two species cooperating had become commonplace over the past few months. Humans operated drilling equipment while their alien partners used their natural abilities to locate the richest mineral deposits.

The heat continued to increase as they moved and Caroline could feel fresh sweat breaking out across her skin. She looked down and saw a massive river of lava. And in it, several of Koh'ro's folks were bathing. They looked up, one of them clanked eagerly and swam closer to the bridge they were walking on.

"(!ecin os sleef tI !su nioj emoC !eniloraC)". They creaked, Swaying their hands in the lava. Splashing some waves upward. Not high enough to reach Carol, but Koh'ro instinctively backed away to protect her. One of the nearby partners slammed their fist into the eager one.

"(!?REH MRAH OT GNIYRT UOY ERA !TAHT POTS)" They crackled their fist. The eager one seemed to realize their mistake. "(.em esucxE .thgir ,hO.)" Carol looked down curiously, slapping her ear one more time. Goddamn it. Still no dice. The duo continue to walk. Caroline tugging at her tank top in an attempt to alleviate some of the heat. She felt the temperature gradually decrease as Koh'ro carried her further from the lava fields. While the change wasn't dramatic, even a slight reprieve from the intense heat was welcome. 

"At least we're moving away from those lava pools." Caroline said, adjusting her grip on Koh'ro's protrusions.  After a few more minutes of walking, they came to a stop. Before them stretched a stunning expanse of seafoam green water, groups of steam rising from its surface.  The hot springs - one of the planet's more hospitable features, at least for humans.

"Oh thank god. This is exactly what I needed." Caroline breathed, already reaching for the rest of zipper of her suit.  She began peeling away the rest of her suit, working it down her legs until it pooled around her ankles. Koh'ro, remembering past interactions with humans, quickly turned around to give her privacy. Caroline couldn't help but chuckle.

"It's okay, big guy. I'm wearing a swimsuit underneath. Standard protocol for water-adjacent missions - you never know when you might need to take a dip."

She kicked the suit aside, adding her damp tank top to the pile. Now standing in nothing but a black one-piece swimsuit. Without hesitation, she took a running leap into the spring, letting out a whoop of joy as she dove beneath the surface. 

The water was exactly the right temperature - hot enough to soothe her aching muscles but not so hot as to be uncomfortable. When she surfaced, she released a long, satisfied sigh.

"This is heaven..." she said, beginning to scrub away the day's grime from her arms and shoulders. She noticed Koh'ro standing at the edge, watching her with what seemed to be curiosity. 

"Don't just stand there! Come on in - the water's perfect!"

Koh'ro carefully entered the spring, their massive form displacing enough water to create small waves. They lowered themselves until they were sitting, the water reaching their midsection.

As Caroline floated nearby, she noticed a patch of dirt on Koh'ro's crystalline arm. Without thinking, she swam closer and began scrubbing at it with her hand.

"You've got some gunk right here." she explained, pointing to the spot. Koh'ro made a low, rumbling sound and lowered their body further, enjoying the attention from the human. Caroline's eyes lit up as an idea struck her. She swam to the edge where her equipment lay.

"Hold on a second." she called out, rummaging through her bag. She pulled out a sturdy brush she normally used for cleaning equipment. 

"This should work better than my hands." She said. Returning to Koh'ro, she began methodically cleaning their surface, humming an old Earth tune as she worked. The brush made quick work of the accumulated dirt and debris.

"You know. back on Earth, there are these places called spa days where people go to get cleaned and pampered. Consider this your first alien spa experience." She giggled as she worked. Koh'ro remained perfectly still, occasionally making contented grinding sounds as Carol worked. When she finally finished, she returned to the edge of the spring, letting herself float peacefully in the warm water.

After a moment of contemplating a way to thank her, Koh'ro scooped up a handful of water and playfully dumped it over Caroline's head. They immediately recoiled when she gasped in surprise, worried they'd made a mistake. Caroline wiped the water from her eyes and looked at them with mock outrage. 

"Oh, it's on now!" She sent a massive splash in their direction, her laughter echoing across the spring.

Koh'ro's features shifted into what Caroline recognized as their version of a smile. they returned fire, creating a much bigger splash with their massive hands.

"No fair! You've got an unfair advantage with those giant hands!" Caroline squealed, trying to shield herself from the splash. The air filled with the sound of splashing water and Caroline's laughter, mixed with Koh'ro's grinding chuckles. Their water fight continued, with Caroline doing her best to hold her own against her much larger opponent.

"Man. Where's the rest of the crew? they're missing out!" Caroline asked between splashes. 

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Several of Koh'ro's folks gathered at the entrance of a steaming cave as they observed a peculiar scene. Inside, a group of five humans sat on makeshift benches, seemingly content in the oppressive heat.

"I don't understand how they're still living." one of them rumbled out, their structure vibrating with concern.

"We should get them out of there!" another suggested, taking a step forward before being stopped by their companion.

"They voluntarily went in there." the third one pointed out, gesturing at the humans who were now pouring water over heated rocks, creating more steam.

"Man, this beats the gym back home." One said, leaning back against the cave wall. "Who needs to pay for a spa when you've got a whole planet of natural saunas?" The heat intensified as another poured more water over the rocks. Steam hissed upward, filling the already humid air. Outside, the aliens watched with increasing concern as the vapor thickened.

"I... I can't...I'm dipping, guys. This is too much." One of them suddenly stood up, his face red and dripping. He stumbled toward the entrance, passing by the gathered aliens who quickly moved to help him. Their rocky hands reached out to steady him as he emerged from the steam. but he waved them off with a weak cough.

"I'm good, I'm good." he assured them. The remaining humans in the cave burst into laughter.

"Freakin' Lightweight!" 

"Called it! Pay up, Jimmy! I told you he wouldn't last fifteen minutes!"

The aliens exchanged confused looks, Should they just...leave?

[neverheroes]

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Donnie heavy page! Okay this time it took like 20 hours to get one done, I’m not even kidding. I have such a long way to go before anatomy gets easier or any of this starts to makes sense, ugh how to fabric pleh. I hope I’m communicating the way I think I am.

Cliffs because I was writing paragraphs ˳·˖✶ ⋆˚. ∘. nae fillet ◦ ∿ . *･ﾟﾟ

• Smarter glasses for Donatello, it just makes sense that someone without protruding ears would affix them another way, so he has a wire over-scalp band instead.

• Noise cancelling headphones branded “silence core” and of course like myself he can hear right through them, they just make things more barable.

• Playing hockey á la Casey Jones as a way to carry a “weapon”.

• Critical Role reference, of course he likes D&D and absolutely would DM if he weren’t always too busy to build a campaign.

• Mike won’t fight the untrained bullies at school because he’s scare he’ll hurt them too badly. Donatello has no reservations over kicking their asses whatsoever, becoming known as the purple psycho. It’s all part of my everyone should be more scared of Donatello agenda.

Thank you so much for reading!! Leave comments ask questions and as always if you know me in real life, no you don’t.

[jamiedoodlesss]

these goofy fellas and their goofy conversations

[reebwood]

Baby's Keeper Dialog

Ex-Pop time yippee!! Still not too certain with some of the dialog so be warned; this is entirely subject to change LMFAOO ♤

Gameplay Dialog

Patrolling

“Today's a good day. It'll get better...” 

“Oh my baby. I miss my baby..” 

“This fuckin place… always smellin’ like shit..” 

“I want.. I want my clothes back..” 

“A mother's work is never done! I.. haha..*sigh*” 

“Someone.. anyone, give me some fuckin reprieve!” 

“I.. where is he? What have you done?!” 

“Let me.. Let me see my baby!”

“Easterman.. Easterman? Am I done yet..?” 

“The fuck are you lookin at huh? Huh?!” 

*Muffled giggling*

“This place is a mess! Needs a good cleaning!” 

“I.. I'm not your mother.. I'm not your fuckin’ mother!” 

“You.. YOU! I KNOW WHAT YOU DID!” 

“They took him.. They took him from me! Give him back! Give them all back! They were mine!” 

”pleh! This hair- I hate it! It's getting everywhere!” 

Start Chase

“You!”

“I've got you! I've got you now!”

“I knew it! I fuckin knew it!” 

“Get over here!”

“Rotten bitch!”

“I know what you're doing!”

“I'm putting an end to this! RIGHT NOW!” 

 “Ahaha! Oh your FUCKED!” 

“Little bastard!” 

“That's right, run to your mama!” 

“Your ass is mine, bitch!” 

“You won't get away with it!” 

“I know you! I know what you've done!”

“I see you! Testa di cazzo!”  (dickhead!) 

“Little bitch!” 

“Out of my fuckin kitchen!” 

During Chase

“You can't outrun me!” 

“I'm gonna getcha! I'm gonna getcha, hahaha!” 

“We can do this all day, baby!” 

“You're not gonna get away this time!” 

“Don't look now, but I'm on your ass, hahaha!” 

“Just within reach!” 

“You're mine! You're fucking mine!” 

“Oh, I'm gonna fuck you up!” 

“I'm gonna fucking ruin you!” 

“Still running? That's ok, I can keep up!”

Blocked By Obstacles 

“That's cheatin!” 

“You can't do that!” 

“Slippery fuck!” 

“Slimy bastard!” 

"Scary bitch!"

“Oh, when I get my hands on you..” 

“You're gonna regret that!”

Lost Sight of the Reagent

“Where- how'd you- ARGH!” 

“Think you're slick?” 

“Dammit, can't see a fuckin thing!” 

“You can't hide from me!

“You think you can hide from me? Think you can hide from me in here?!” 

“It won't be long, I know this place like you wouldn't believe!” 

“They never said it'd be easy” 

“Gonna make me work for it? Think I won't?!” 

*unintelligible shouting* 

*frustrated screaming* 

"Would you just- JUST GET OUT HERE!"

"I.. Come on out. I won't make it hurt."

"You.. WHEN I FIND YOU, YOURE FUCKIN DEAD, YOU HEAR ME?! DEAD!"

Found Hidden Reagent

“Found ya!” 

“Here you are!” 

“Thought you could fuckin hide from me? From this?!” 

“Peekaboo!” 

“Ya gettin comfy?” 

Attack

“Dirty bitch!” 

“Whoop your ass!” 

“Fucking kill you!” 

“Micio!” 

“Cazzo!”

“You're mine!” 

“Skell!” 

“Just like he does!” 

“Gonna cut you up!” 

Grabbing Or Executing The Reagent

“Play times over, fucker.” 

“I've had enough of you.”

“I've been waiting for this.”

“You have no idea how happy this is gonna make me.” 

“Finally, some fucking release.”

“Tell me what you see if you come back.” 

“Now you take a little nap.” 

"Now, we can both feel better."

Stunned

“Agh!”

“Dammit!”

“Fuck offa me!” 

“Put your hands on me?!” 

“You fucking hit me!” 

“Son of a bitch!” 

“Jesus!” 

“Christ!” 

“Who do you think you are?!” 

Investigating

“Something ain't right here.”

“No, no this isn't- I didn't leave this like this!” 

“Someone was here. Someone's touchin our shit.” 

“Gotta make sure it's all in place.” 

“You won't fuck this up for me.” 

“I think we got rats.” 

“I think we got roaches.” 

“Can't leave em alone for five fuckin minutes!” 

“Rotten little bastards. Givin me hell over here…” 

“Just wait. Just you fuckin wait..” 

"Ya know.. I can make it quick? I know mercy.."

Giving Up The Chase 

“Waste of my fuckin time..” 

“Fuckin place is gettin to me…”

“Is he fuckin with me? This some kinda fuckin joke?!” 

“Fuck this..”

“I'm outta here..”

“They were just- I was- whatever..” 

*groan* “Let em run. Shits startin to wear off anyways..” 

Spotted Incapacitated Reagent

“Isn't this a treat?” 

“Aw, what happened, huh?”

“That's a good look on you.” 

“You.. you deserve this.”

“Weird, s'that how I used to look? Fuckin pathetic…” 

“All black and blue.. so pretty~” 

Alerted By Noise

“Fuck was that?!” 

“Who is that? I know you're here!” 

“I heard that!” 

“Think I'm deaf?

“What? What!?” 

“What's that fuckin racket!?” 

“They're gonna wake the baby..!” 

“Someone's clumsy.” 

“I hear you, you fuckin rats. Scurrying around..” 

Alerted On Sight

“I see you!” 

“I can see you, shitface!” 

“Not too fuckin bright, are ya?” 

“Out in the open, just waitin for me!” 

“You lookin to get found?” 

“Makin this too easy.” 

“Not as sneaky as you thought, huh bitch?!” 

Spotted Reagent Caught By Door Trap

“Look at you squirm.”

“Worm on a hook.” 

“Aw, does that hurt?”

“You never listen! I always tell you!” 

“Fuckin mook.” 

“Like a little christmas tree.” 

Prime Time Dialog

Leland Coyle

“Could never stand the son of a bitch.”

“Fuckin cigarette smoke and sweat. Never smelt good comin from him.”

“You can practically smell the bastard before even seein him. Dirty bitch..”

“Just 5 minutes. Just give me 5 minutes…”

“For once we've got a common goal, let's keep it that way..”

“Fuckin pig..”

“Dirty pig..”

“Talks a big game for someone that fucked up in the face..”

“I know your kind.. Big scary cop hiding behind the authority they gave you.. oooh you're gonna get yours, I fuckin promise..”

“Its a little funny, when he screams like that. Sounds like a fuckin caveman, hah.”

“Just once.. just once I'd like to burn him back..”

"I know what you really are.. I know just how scared you really are."

"They can walk all over him for all I care. See what happens to him when he fails.."

Mother Gooseberry

“Hi mama.”

“Where are they, mama? Where's the bad men?”

“Lay even a fuckin finger on the woman and you're deader than dead.”

“I couldn't be her.. I couldn't be a real mother even if I wanted to..”

“Why not her.. why not make her his? Why was it me..”

“Think I used to watch her back home.. Time flies huh? Fuck…”

“I won't let them hurt you mama. Not you, not the kids, not any of us.”

“Can't even get a hug without that feathered fuck tryna drill my face off.. lousy duck..”

“Goddamn goose, sayin all those things to his own daughter. Oughta show him some manners..”

“I wanted kids at one point.. not like this…”

"Mama! They're here! They're gonna hurt the children!!"

Franco Barbi

“My baby!”

“There he is!”

“Handsome man!”

“Come here, big boy!”

“It's all a blur still.. but I remember.. I remembered him.”

“Don't you worry, baby. I'm not goin anywhere. I won't leave.”

“Didn't think this is how we'd end up. I don't think I'm all too upset..”

“This.. this feels right. It's right, now that he's here.”

“This? This is it. This is home.”

“You come into our place, you take his shit, break his toys, and think I won't stop you? Oh, doll, you fucked with the wrong one..”

“He needs me.. they said so. Drilled it into my fuckin brain till it wouldn't work right no more… he needs his mommy.”

“What they did to me. Everything, all of it, just for us to be here together… I think.. I should've killed myself..”

"Franco! We've got rats/roaches!"

"Franco! Clean up this fuckin mess!"

[spades4cards]

The club.

Two words, two syllables, yet a shit-ton of meanings and even more reactions. For example, when I ask someone if they want to got to the club I mean: "Wanna get some drinks and then cry in each others arms and vent to each other and then do an insane amount of coke and dance all night and get some greasy ass food after from that restaurant that I'm 99% sure is used for as a cover for money-laundering and wake up in a whole different state?" and if someone ever asked me if I want to go to the club, my reaction would be "Hell yeah! Lemme just go put on my favorite Spider-Man banana hammock!"

But what happens when you don't do coke or get so drunk you cry on each other's arms? Simple: you plan a fight between a succubus and Lady Thor so that they can fall in a mud bath and look all sexy as they topple over each other but instead the plan backfires and thy tell you and your crush you've been stalking for over a decade-ahem, I mean Spider-Man, to dance for your amusement. Oh, and after, you don't get some greasy food. Instead:

"Heh... Heh... Oh, God, I needed that," he sighed. "I don't want to ruin the moment, but... If you're serious about trying to make a change for the better," he paused, and I took a moment to trace the web on his suit, "I believe you're doing the job."

It took me a moment to process his words. No one was ever really serious with me... except my wife. She was a bit too serious sometimes.

Thinking about her suddenly hurt, but then I remembered I hadn't responded yet and vanished the image of her from my mind, "Heh. I don't have a smart-ass response to that, so... thanks."

"So..." The air suddenly got tense. What now? Was it really going to end, after all that dancing and fun and... touching...? The bastard in my pants seemed to want to wave at Spidey's 'silk spinner' and I cleared my throat.

His gaze drifted to my lips and mine to his dick. Fuck, it looked long jutting out like that in his tight boxers. I suddenly remembered we were both shirtless, and Peter's gaze on my abdomen was not helping me forget.

"Staring so hard, I think you might wanna lick," I replied, horniness rising through me with every word spoken.

He blushed, and I took a step closer, "God, you are just so weird," he pinched the bridge of his nose, but I could tell he actually wasn't pissed.

"And sexy."

"... And sexy," he admitted, running his lip between his teeth.

Then, so quickly, as if time just skipped a moment, we were devouring each other. Mouth on mouth, hands on hot and flushed skin, tongues on tongues. 

"Fuck," Peter said as he took a breather, huffing with glazed eyes and an air that smelled like sex. 

I dragged him to an alleyway and frenzily took off his boxers. "No time to rest, sweetums."

"Shit what if someone sees-ugh," he was interrupted as I took him in my mouth, swirling my tongue intently and staring at his face getting thrown back. Everything was hot and in a rush and just so fucking good.

I could feel his hot pre-cum gliding on my tongue, and I sucked hungrily, my insides flaming even further as his knees buckled and he let out another sroused groan.

"Fuck!" He exclaimed as he came, and I could practically see the stars burst behind his eyes.

Pleh! "Damn, your cum isn't spider webs?" I asked through the haze after I spit it out.

"Shut the fuck up and put it in," he needily huffed as he hotly took off my boxers, and I took a moment to notice how his hands desperately pulled my clothes down to reveal my hard cock, already leaking pre-cum. Just from that? But I really wasn't surprised. 

"Guess it really is hard to blow and not be blowed," I said thoughtfully, but we both knew I was just teasing him.

"Take that toxic waste vat you call your brain, shut it, and fuck me already," the flush on his face rose with every syllable.

"As you say, princess," I said as I lifted his thighs around my waist and thrusted, moaning as my dick finally got something to pound.

I moved at a normal pace, "It's your call, Skippy. We can do it like this, real slow, or-"

"If you don't go faster, I swear," he breathily threatened.

Going against every fucking molecule in my body, I slowed down.

"Wade!" Peter yelled as he thrust his hips downwards, needing friction.

I thrust up to meet him, and we worked in sync. My whole body went numb as I zeroed in on his body bouncing up, his eyes rolled back as he felt me cum in him. It seemed to be the final straw for him because he came on my chest immediately after. I took some on my finger and licked it, locking eye contact as I drew out the pleasure for just a little longer. After I exited him with a pop and letting the cool air hit my hot cock, I put on my boxers.

"I am trying so hard to work my legs and not fall to the ground right now," I said, still reeling.

"Yeah," he said, looking like he had just woken up from a century-long nap.

"So..."

"I'm sure you'll start up some trouble and see me real soon," he responded before I could ask.

"Bye, Spidey!" I called out as he glided through the air, and I could catch a glimpse of him looking back.

A sudden dreadful feeling resonated deep within my core. "Wait, I'm forgetting something... Shit, my wife!"

[dravidssideblog]

Plufri the Plush Dragon Tail Vore (500 words)

The looming plush dragon plops down on their rear, shaking the fabric floor and bouncing you up for a moment. "Phew! That was a good tussle!" Plufri says. "Howsabout a break after all that? I bet you're just itching for some comfy-cozy fun. I mean, you came to see ME, after all!"

Plufri rears back, their cheeks bulging outward, and with a "Pleh!" they spit a great big pillow at you! It sends you tumbling backward across the cushy ground, and when you roll to a stop, you've managed to slip into the pillow case with your head poking out.

"Woohoo, first try!" Plufri reels you in with a long string attached to the pillow, dragging you all the way until they can scoop you up in their arms and give you a hefty squish! You sink right into their fat dragon belly, your face smothered with softness as Plufri's body shakes with giggles.

"You little fellas are so much fun! I just wanna keep you and cuddle you all night long! In fact... You wouldn't mind if I did that, right?.. Mhm, that's what I thought!" Plufri lifts you up, pats you on the head, and nuzzles the tip of their snout all over your face. "Heehee, just getting a good look at you before I tuck you away."

Plufri gives you a parting forehead bonk (or rather smoosh) before dropping your pillow to the floor and turning around. Their thick tail promptly slams down on you, smooshing you against your pillow and pressing you deep into the soft ground. They wag their tail back and forth over you, rubbing the fabric against your face. Then, something clamps around your ankles. The end of their tail is curled around and split at the seam, opening up to grab the pillow. It goes up and up and up, up your legs, up your chest, up all the way until it can chomp over your head.

The tail shifts, rising up until you feel Plufri's hands holding you from outside. "Snug as a bug in a rug!" They hug you tight, squishing the poofy walls of the tail around you. "It gets even more snuggly deeper inside. Is this bug ready to burrow?" They squeeze in and rub down, massaging you further into the tail. Squeeze and rub, squeeze and rub, the touch of their hands turning softer and paddeder as the tail thickens, the walls poofing up and the empty space shrinking down. By the time Plufri stops, you're surrounded by a nonstop hug.

Plufri says something, muffled by the stuffing and fabric smooshed up all around your head. The tail shakes a bit with a barely-heard giggle, then tilts sideways; Plufri is lying down. Stuffed in a pillow and nomphed by an extra-large sleeping bag, you drift off to dreamland, comfy, cozy, and happy.

[erissdoesart]

Hello!

Nia!, your (hopefully) favourite spammer is here!

Saw the new chapter of there is no venom it me

I saw that at like 7am while getting ready for school, skimmed a little thought about it all day till I could read

Then I did! And honestly

I was expecting more panick and for pink to be a little meaner

(Make him meaner! Bully soot)

But also whahhdvfje wahhhh wave Soot alone! Techno is mean and Philli is sappy old man as always

I wonder if Wilbur is gonna be pushed into instincts some time soon..

I want Wilbur to get adopted by dadza!

But anyways! Fic is fun as always the wait was eating me lol

Pleh, give Wilbur revenge and nice things!1! I'm outside your house with my cat that bites everything, and I'm gonnna throw her at you

(The cat that will be thrown at you)

/j

Anyways can't wait to see how the universe fucks him over again

Take your time i will be jumping up and down in my corner!

Oh absolutely 💯

Lmaooo panic will come as stakes raise so it's going to be slowly amping up >:3

I WILL MAKE HIM WORSE. THAT IS WHAT I PROMISE HAHA

They are mean and sappy and just right >:3

Mayhaps~

Haha, glad to hear it! Story is doing well if it keeps the reader hooked after all lmao

I'm gonna steal that cat, a friend for my doggo. Taketh it!

But also Wil will have plenty times and revenges hah

(Cute kitty)

Thank you uuu <3 also sorry for the long time I forgot to hit publish lmao

[kissorkill16]

ENIM S'EH: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

Summary: Lucy pays Trinity a visit.

"Trinity, come help me set the table, honey!"

Trinity snapped out of her thoughts when she heard her father call for her. She was in the middle of trying to place a few pictures in order.

Pictures Finch took of all of the weird things happening in town.

From the animals to the usual bad weather.

She didn't have time for dinner when she knew her, her friends, and the everyone in Raven Brooks' lives were at risk.

"I can't, Dad. I'm busy right -"

"Now."

When she heard her mother call for her this time, she sighed and immediately dropped all the pictures. She couldn't fight back when her mother asked something of her, especially when she used that tone of voice.

As she made her way to the kitchen, she saw her father already holding a couple of dinner plates and cups.

"You can do the silverware, honey.", said her father.

Trinity made her way to the cabinet with all of the forks and spoons in it, and pulled a couple out, but just as she was about to set them down on each side of the plates her father sat down, she felt something push her, making her knock over the cups. Thankfully, they were plastic and they didn't have anything in them yet.

She turned around to see what pushed her, but she didn't see anything. Then something pushed her again, and this time, Trinity fell to the floor. She barely had a chance to attempt to get up before she felt something force itself into her stomach, making her scream out loud.

Suddenly, everything went dark. She couldn't see, she couldn't feel, she couldn't speak, and she could barely breathe.

"HELP! HELP! HELP!", she tried screaming out, but the words wouldn't come out of her mouth. "PLEASE, I NEED HELP!"

"Uoy pleh nac eno on..."

She turned around, and kept turning around in circles to try and find whoever made that noise.

"Ytinirt, Uoy pleh nac eno on..."

"Who's there?"

In front of her, out of the shadows emerged a little girl in a torn up red dress and brown hair with a red headband.

The same girl from the Golden Apple Amusement Park.

The one that kept saying "Stay. Hide. Forever. Darkness."

Now she was talking backwards.

The girl stepped closer to her, and whispered something so quiet, Trinity had to strain to hear it. She mumbled it again, and Trinity furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

"What?", she asked.

The girl disappeared.

But just as she thought the girl was gone forever, she felt a hand grab her shoulder, and a voice whisper in her ear.

"Stay. Away. From. Nicky."

Trinity pushed the little girl back, "Stop it with this, Lucy!", she screamed at her, remembering that her name was Lucy when Nicky told her during that time in the basement, where he sleptwalked there to play with Lucy and the other girl.

She remembered that the other one's name was Mya.

"I don't know what your problem is, but you need to leave Nicky alone!", she said, "I know for a fact that Nicky wasn't even in his right mind when he went back down in the basement to see you guys. His eyes were red, he was dirty and scratched up, and you know what I think?"

She paused before she finished.

"I think he was talking about you and Mya when he kept saying "I'll keep playing, please don't hurt me.", and "I'm sorry" over and over again.", she said. "I will not let you hurt my friend."

Lucy screamed and lunged at Trinity, grabbing her throat and wrapping her hands tightly around it. Trinity coughed and sputtered and tried to fight her off, but the little girl was too strong. But how? Trinity was bigger than her. Then the little girl turned into a long, darkened and distorted shadow.

"He's mine! Do you understand me?!", said the shadow. "He knew me long before you even came to this town, Bales! He was the only one who cared about me and Mya! He's mine! Mine! MINE! DO YOU HEAR ME??! MINE!"

Lucy didn't let go of Trinity's throat, but Trinity felt like she could breathe properly again. Lucy pulled her closer, and just stared at her with those wide, bright, shiny, blank eyes.

"If you don't stay away from him, I'll make you regret ever leaving your hometown and coming here. Do you understand?"

Trinity didn't answer.

Suddenly, her surroundings just exploded.

"OD UOY DNATSREDNU EM, YTINIRT?!"

Trinity felt herself choking, her heart pounding so hard in her chest like a drum, beads of sweat dripping down her forehead, a corner of her mouth dripping out a little saliva, her eyes rolled so far back in her head, she could practically see her own brain.

"ENIM S'EH!!!!!"

Trinity gasped awake, and she could all of a sudden see the world again. The first thing she saw was her mother, and her hands pressed together on her chest. She was trying to give her CPR. When her mother saw that she was awake, she pulled her off the floor and wrapped her arms around her.

"DONALD! SHE'S AWAKE! SHE'S OKAY! GET IN HERE QUICK!"

Trinity was still trying to catch her breath, she gently pulled away from her mother. "Mom, what happened?", she asked.

"I don't know, honey. You just kept pushing against everything and then you just fell over and started shouting out gibberish nonsense."

"W-What?"

Just then, her father walked in the room, just hanging up the call with the hospital. "Trinity! Oh my goodness, you're okay! Thank God!", he bent down to meet her level. "Don't scare us like that again, young lady. You almost gave me and your mother a heart attack."

Trinity nodded, still trying to process whatever just happened, and her mother helped her up and guided her upstairs. "I'll bring your dinner to your room, honey. You just get some rest.", said her mother.

As Trinity entered her room, she held her head and flopped down on her bed, still terrified from her little episode she just had.

She knew Lucy was probably dead, but she didn't think there were any limits between life and death. Because if there was, then she wouldn't have been able to do that.

Trinity sighed and rolled over onto her side. She didn't want to do it, but it was the only possible way for that little girl to get off of her back and out of her way to stopping Crowface and the Forest Protectors.

She had to give Nicky back to Lucy.

[revivemyreverie]

A little favor to fix the orphanage’s fireplace lands Winston in the middle of Brightinten’s rooftops! With a little luck, however, he’s sure to see himself back home!

[ Can you find the hidden mickey? ]

Summon

"Something in the fireplace..? Lemme look at it!"

Groovification

"Let’s just follow the lampposts! They’ll surely lead me back home!"

Set to Home Screen

"Watch your step!"

Home transition 1

"A little smoke won’t hurt some- PLEH! Ew! Don’t breathe that in!"

Home transition 2

"Was it that way..? Or was it that way…"

Home transition 3

"A spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down~🎶 Man, Zackery’s Ma got some good tunes!"

Home, after login

"Just hold my hand and we’ll get there in no time!"

Home transition: Groovification

"I actually don’t mind sitting here for a bit, you just don’t get views like this back at the dorm!"

Tap Home 1

"I won’t get in trouble for bringing in a little soot… right?"

Tap Home 2

"How many factories exist in Brightinten?! I can see smoke all the way to the horizon!"

Tap Home 3

"Sometimes, I wonder what it was like for Lotsie to live here. After all, him and Zackery live pretty differently…"

Tap Home 4

"Oh man, Pat’s gonna give me a long lecture about messes after this."

Tap Home 5

"…Hey, how old do you think Zackery’s ma is? I mean, faeries can get pretty old, right?"