#EXCEPT Lava Lamp Guy

[completeoveranalysis]

[8]

ORIGINAL OUTFITS AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

COMING FULL CIRCLE INDEED

Going ALL the way back to their most iconic looks, that speak the most directly to who they are and who they were, and we can SEE the visible differences in their designs. Kurogane’s arm has been replaced, doubling down on his signature colour as he’s become the truest version of himself. And as a FASCINATING parallel to that, his sword is the actual one this time - not a copy or imitation, like HE was before. Haunted by his past as he was, he was a damaged echo of who he was when he was younger, but not anymore. Now Ginryuu is really here and it’s the actualisation of Kurogane BECOMING the Kurogane he was always meant to be. He’s fulfilled his family role by relearning the love his parents taught him, he’s regained his true name by healing from the grief their loss left in him, he has more family than ever before, and now he’s on his way to punish the one who took it all away from him in the first place. Kurogane is PEAK Kurogane. 

And FAI. He’s in his Seresu clothes, but he’s not displaying the damaging lessons Ashura taught him in order to manipulate him into doing what he wanted. Fai isn’t lying anymore - he’s not smiling, he’s not pretending to be happy, the entire facade is gone. He’s showing how he really feels - in a direct contrast to how Ashura taught him to fake smile as the only way to help them since he couldn’t do it with magic. Now he doesn’t even HAVE that magic and he’s helped the people that mean the MOST to him without ever touching it. Fai knows his VALUE now - he knows he is loved, that he loves them back, that that’s ENOUGH, that that ACCOMPLISHES more than magic itself ever did, and that he doesn’t need to fake anything in order to make a difference. 

Also his HAIR is longer. He’s no longer keeping his appearance the same as a facsimile to the twin he wanted to switch places with. He’s healed from that too, moving on as HIMSELF and not just as a living promise that he was manipulated into making in the first place. He’s his own person now, all the chains on him are gone, and there’s nothing in his past looming over every action he takes. He’s free now - and he’s chasing down the man who DID THIS to him in the first place, along with the people he loves. 

OH IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL. 

And then Mokona outlines it for us in words too, because Mokona is still awed by the plot coming back around to the beginning and it’s utterly adorable. Because at this point ME TOO MOKONA.

MEANWHILE I SEE BOOTS AND A CAPE AND I THINK I HAVE THOUGHTS (tm) ABOUT WHAT THIS NEXT PAGE WILL HAVE ON IT

LAVA LAMP DRESSED AS SYAORAN

OH now THAT is interesting

On the one hand it’s a FASCINATING move to make. Because visually? YES, the Syaoran should dress like Syaoran in the beginning of the manga.

But we know now! It’s not the same! This ISN’T the Syaoran we started the manga with! Moreover Lava Lamp NEVER DRESSED THIS WAY. These AREN’T his clothes. He never looked like this! He didn’t grow up in Clow like Syaoran did - though he WAS apparently there, in his Lava Lamp, the whole time. 

And all of THAT is difference enough that we get no other visual signifiers of his growth. His outfit is the SAME because it’s the CHARACTER who’s different. Instead of the clone donning the identity of the original, now it’s the original donning the visual identity of the CLONE. 

And THAT’S an entirely different kind of circle, but I kind of love the inversion of it all. Especially since the last time Lava Lamp left the Clow Kingdom (where he was trapped) he travelled TO Acid Tokyo, in order to hopefully fix Syaoran’s soul. But now Syaoran’s soul IS fixed, and he’s travelling BACK to the Clow Kingdom to find a whole Syaoran instead!

… OH AND HIS EYE. He only has ONE eye in the reaction shot at the end, because that’s an echo of the link he had with Syaoran, and how he ALSO used to have all the single eye imagery that foreshadowed Lava Lamp watching through it his entire life. 

Lava Lamp is the reverse of everything that has happened - the mirror image of things coming full circle, but coming full circle all the same. 

[deepfrost-citadel]

"You know," Xisuma said, peering cautiously over Cub's shoulder at the museum's latest addition, "When you said you wanted to show me a new exhibit, I wasn't expecting…" He trailed off.

Evil Xisuma glowered at him from inside their enclosure.

"…This."

To say Evil X looked a little miffed about the situation would be an understatement. At least Cub had done a nice job decorating, Xisuma thought, between the blackstone and crimson wood, Evil X looked right at home - if they weren't sitting grumpily in their 2-by-1 lava pool, surrounded by the mangled remains of whatever Cub had put in there for enrichment.

"Surprise!" Cub grinned, doing jazz hands at the enclosure, "I know what you might be thinking-"

Xisuma doubted that somehow.

"- 'Cub, Evil Xisuma hasn't done anything this season! They aren't a historic artefact! They shouldn't be in a museum!' But!" Cub wagged a finger triumphantly, "They are important to the history of Hermitcraft as a whole. So really, if you think about it, they definitely belong in a museum."

"… Okay?"

"Glad we're on the same page."

Xisuma wasn't sure if anyone was ever on the same page as Cub. Except maybe Scar.

"Now! As you can see, I've been decorating their enclosure, trying to add some interactive elements for guests and such." Cub pointed towards a line of redstone lamps at the top of Evil Xisuma's enclosure, "These show you how much electricity they're generating when they do their lightning hands thing. I'll be honest with you, it's broken a few times already so it's still a work in progress-"

"… Is that what all the lightning rods are for?" Xisuma frowned, eyeing the entirely lightning rod-ed ceiling.

"It is indeed!" Cub said, ignoring the twinge of concern in Xisuma's voice, "Well, a little. Mostly it's a safety thing, it wouldn't be good to have guests being electrocuted, now would it?"

"I suppose not… And it definitely works?"

"Oh yeah, it's been very thoroughly tested. Hey, Evil Xisuma," Cub walked up to the glass and tapped on it a few times, much to Xisuma's silent horror, "Wanna show X how the lightning rods work?"

In response, Evil Xisuma stuck their middle finger up at him and yelled something muffled to almost inaudibility that sounded a little like: "When I get out of here, I'm going to rip your head off and use it as a coffee mug, you stupid e-boy twink."

The pair on the other side of the glass blinked.

"… That's a no then." Cub turned back to Xisuma, "They do this a lot."

"They certainly do," Xisuma nodded faintly.

"You can probably tell the glass is uh... Mostly noise-cancelling, had to install that because Helsknight is in the next enclosure over and he's still hibernating. You know how Wels gets when you wake him up early, don't wanna find out how that guy is."

"… Of course," Xisuma sighed, pinching the nose bridge of his helmet, "Do I want to know how you got hold of those two?"

Cub laughed in the slightly unhinged way that gave Xisuma visions of Cub spending several weeks toying with the evil hermits as he hunted them for sport, "Nah man, it's not an interesting story."

Somehow, Xisuma doubted that.

"Anyway," Cub said, changing the topic before Xisuma could ask if he knew there was still someone's blood on his left sleeve, "What I really called you for is that I need an Evil Xisuma expert, and you're the man to ask about all things Evil Xisuma."

"Except for Evil Xisuma."

"Except for Evil Xisuma, yes." Cub nodded sagely, "So. Obviously I wanna make sure everything is nice for our new residents, give them plenty of enrichment and all that, but it hasn't been working out so far."

"I can see that."

"Soo… Any suggestions? What kind of thing does Evil X like? Food? Blocks? I dunno, fake derpcoin or something?"

Xisuma hummed, tilting his head in thought as he gazed at Evil Xisuma, who had clambered out of the lava pool to press their hands against the glass and give Xisuma the saddest, most pathetic puppy dog eyes their LED screen could muster (which, admittedly, were very sad and pathetic) in a silent plea to not leave them here with that madman, they'll be good for realsies this time they promise-

"Well," Xisuma said, turning to Cub, "They like to knit, so maybe they'd like some wool… Oh! And if you can find any old Wormman merch, they'll love that too."

Evil Xisuma's head hit the glass with a despairing thunk.

[thefirst3chapters]

Overanalyzing the Danes family again and thinking about how they react to change:

Liz appears to have an affinity for material objects. When Luke goes to Liz and TJ's place in S7, they have lots of Renaissance faire decor, supplies for making jewelry, quite a few other decorative items, and what appears to be a sizable Beanie Babies collection. That could just be their style, but it's interesting that Luke mentions in S4 that Liz has ended up in situations where a guy leaves with her belongings and clears out her bank account. Perhaps having a lot of physical things around her that aren't very expensive and probably aren't family heirlooms makes her feel safe and gives her a sense of control when everything else changes. Those things might not be as likely to be stolen, and if they go missing she can acquire more.

In S6, Liz tells Luke after a successful run selling jewelry that she doesn't know what to do with all the money, and Luke's suggestion of putting it in a bank hadn't occurred to her. Maybe when Liz came across some money she liked going to thrift stores and getting as much as she could afford. I'm picturing her finding yet another lava lamp or doll and saying, "I feel a connection with this one, don't you think it belongs with us?" while four-year-old Jess, who has been dragging around Curious George Learns the Alphabet for months, stares at her blankly.

Most of the things Jess seems to value are sources of ideas (books and music) or have a clear practical purpose (his clothes, watch, and car). One notable exception is the bracelets he has in addition to the one he temporarily keeps from Rory, and there's that ring he has in AYITL. Maybe there's a story there, and it's possibly an interesting connection to Liz's interest in jewelry (cue the everlasting Gilmore Girls theme of being like your parents even if you don't realize it or try to resist it). Twice we see Jess moving out of town with just what he can carry, and it happened offscreen when he went back to New York. Luke points out that Jess doesn't have much when first gets to Stars Hollow, but he doesn't seem to mind and says that Liz will send the rest later. In that episode, Liz tells Luke it will be that Friday. When all this stuff arrives 10 episodes later, there is of course comedic value in Luke's frustration at being trapped by mountains of boxes, but it's interesting that there is so much, and Jess doesn't seem to care about most of it. Did Liz think Jess would be comforted by this in the way she might be? Even with the extra space when the addition is built, a lot of those things realistically would not have been kept. Jess doesn't seem to own much besides books when he's in his New York apartment either.

Liz is more gregarious than Luke and Jess, but she also appears less affected when people she loves are absent. Liz calls Luke to see if Jess got to town alright in his first episode but famously doesn't ask about Jess going back to New York for the holidays. In S4, Liz is happy to see Jess both times he is in town, but she doesn't go out of her way to find out where he is or if he's okay. In S6, when she projects her concerns by telling TJ that he's going to mess up their child and throws things at him, she tells Luke that TJ left her like all the guys before him, but she's calm about it because of her "new come-what-may philosophy." Luke's the one who intervenes and gets TJ to come back while Liz is busy making new friends, and then Liz is glad to reconcile with him. Maybe Liz's apparent ease with all of this and her inclination toward meeting new people is how she's gotten through all of the losses she's experienced. She's predisposed to moving on.

Jess isn't social by nature, and as a teenager he's extra resistant to being around other people. However, in the two examples we see, once he gets emotionally attached to someone, it's for life. Being estranged from Luke and Rory affects him deeply and for a long time, and when he reconciles with them he makes it clear how important they both are to him. When he's working at Truncheon, he and his co-workers are friends, and he's conversational enough to be a successful businessperson in that environment, but April still notes that "men in this family aren't chatty" when she meets him.

For Luke, the circle of people he likes being around is small, but to those people he's extensively loyal ("Once Luke Danes is in your life, he's in your life forever"). The absence of someone he cares about clearly distresses him, and he tends to seek solitude in response. His apartment isn't cluttered, but he seems to have kept high school trophies, and he has a strong emotional attachment to things that are connected to his family: the diner, the "William's Hardware" sign, the boat, and his grandmother's bedroom furniture. Luke's life has been a bit more stable because he's the one who stuck around to take care of his parents and run the family business, and he's often hesitant to accept change. When metaphorical storms uproot Liz and Jess and take them elsewhere, they have contrasting coping mechanisms that they take with them while Luke stays behind and tries to hold down the fort, and eventually Jess finds stable footing and is able to help him. Or something like that.

[k-femdove]

Ruin Me | L.TY

pairing :: sub!omega!Taeyong x dom!alpha!reader and slight kun x reader

warnings :: Professor Taeyong, college student reader, taeyong has a pussy bc he's an omega, the reader has a dick, kissing, slight exhibitionism (door is left open), fingering and oral (ty receiving), two orgasms, using a lava lamp as a dildo, feminization (reader calls taeyong a girl), slut shaming, major degradation, taking photos without proper consent, no aftercare (always do aftercare!!), sex for better grades

word count :: 2.8k

synopsis :: After your affair with Kun, Taeyong tries to confront you. It doesn't go quite the way he expected it to.

playlist link here or listen to gaslighting by onlyoneof

For the first time, Professor Lee Taeyong drew a blank. He was an intelligent man with the wisdom and patience of an elder. No matter what people asked him, Taeyong would have a quick answer.

When his close friend and TA Kun showed up to class with a noticeable limp, Taeyong was concerned.

At first, Taeyong brushed it off as a good night. They were unmated adults, so what was the harm in having a little fun?

The more he thought about it, the less likely it got. Kun isn't the type to fool around like that, especially not before work.

A week passed, and Taeyong's concern grew. Although Kun got better at hiding it, Taeyong saw how he winced every time he moved too much. Not only that, but the limp never seemed to go away. Kun isn't big on sex and isn't in heat, either. They'd have to be fucking like rabbits for him to be sore all week.

Strange, huh? Taeyong sighed, shoving a few papers in his bag, and glanced at the clock. Five hours after his last class. Kun had left a little before that to meet you for tutoring. Speaking of which, how was that going?

Taeyong's stuck uncomfortably as he plays a game of never have I ever with a group of friends: Johnny, Kun, Doyoung, Taeil, Ten- you know, the usual.

Personally, Taeyong did find it a little childish. A bunch of thirty-year-olds getting drunk over a game of “Never Have I Ever” sounded stupid.

At first, the questions were innocent. The drunker they got, the more sexual the questions became.

“My turn!” Says Haechan, Taeil’s little brother. He's the only one that's still attending college.

“Never have I ever... Kissed a student?”

Taeyong frowns. What kind of question was that? They’d never-

Ten laughs and pours himself a shot. Right after he drinks it, he pours another and smiles mischievously.

“I think there's someone else that should drink here.” He says and hands it to Kun, whose eyes are wide with disbelief.

Collective gasps fill the room. Taeyong’s jaw drops.

“Wait, whaaaaat?” Johnny said.

“Kun, don't let Ten defame you like that!” Taeyong exclaims, turning to Kun’s flustered face. “You didn’t, right?”

Instead of denying it, Kun sighs in defeat, taking the shot.

“How’d you know?” He asks.

Ten scoffs. “I didn't even think you were trying to hide it! Your obvious limp, attachment to them, and weekly ‘tutoring’ sessions are all dead giveaways. Their place reeks of strawberries.”

Kun buries his head into his hands, mortified. Taeyong looks around, confused as to why everyone was being so casual about this.

“Hold on, who are you guys talking about?” Haechan asks, now wondering if he knows who they're talking about, but Ten waves him off.

The game is forgotten as the night continues, and everyone becomes wasted. Everyone except Taeyong, that is. Most of the others had gone to sleep, and he was stuck with a drunken Haechan.

“Oh, man.” Haechan groaned, stretched out on the couch. “I can't believe I'm spending my weekend with a bunch of old men.”

Taeyong can't even bring himself to be offended. His mind is already on something else.

You and Kun. Kun and you.

Although he was against it, Taeyong wouldn't report something like that yet. You were both adults, so it technically wasn't wrong. The issue was that it was affecting Kun’s performance. He wasn't as diligent in class and spent way too much time by your side. Taeyong was convinced that you were coaxing Kun into it for better grades, and he was about to put a stop to it.

You smiled as you sat in Taeyong’s office. His smile appeared slightly strained.

You took a look around the office. It was a decent size and relatively neat. Bookshelves lined the blank wall and a miniature lava lamp sat on his desk.

“How are things going with Mr. Qian?” Taeyong asked, starting lightly.

“It’s going great,” you respond honestly. “He's a very thorough teacher.”

Taeyong frowns. He's going to get this confession out of you.

“I see that you have a very nice... relationship.”

You hum in response. “I guess you could say that.”

Silence fills the air and you begin to understand what this is about. Your dismissive expression morphs into something serious. Taeyong grows uncomfortable as your gaze pierces him.

He suddenly becomes hyper-aware of your scent, overpowering his own. The omega in him struggles to ignore the faint smell of mandarin oranges and freshly cut wood, deep and arousing.

Taeyong wants to bang his head on the table. Damn him and his stupid omega body. He continues the questions, eager to get this over with.

“I just don't understand why you need to do this. I feel like it’s more beneficial to study.” He confesses.

Your eyes narrow. “Are you accusing me of sleeping my way through your class?”

Taeyong sighs. There isn't a way to sugarcoat it. “I'm not accusing you...”

“Well, rest assured that I and Mr. Qian’s relationship has nothing to do with my grades.” You say, defending yourself.

Taeyong stands and leans over his desk. “I'm sorry, but there is no reason for you to be doing it otherwise.”

You stand too, leaning closer to him. “Why don't you loosen up a bit, Mr. Lee?”

Taeyong takes a step forward, refusing to back down. All of his professionalism goes out the window. “You have everyone falling at your feet. What could you possibly be doing for all this attention?”

You inch closer, looking him in the eyes. If you were thinking logically, you would've sat down and avoided being kicked out of the class.

“I swear.” He continues, glaring at you. “If you even had the chance to try me, I doubt that you’d earn a better grade.”

You scoff, now centimeters away from his face. “And if I win you over?”

It surprises both of you when Taeyong envelops your lips in a kiss. Just as he realizes what he’s done, you pull him closer, kissing him back. Your hand meets his crotch, and he pulls away quickly, eyes wide in disbelief, but the damage is done.

“I can still leave before this becomes something we’ll both regret.” You tell him.

Taeyong hesitates. He was genuinely curious, and he had two hours before his next class. If he let you do what you were about to, it could provide him with valuable information as to why you were so popular. If it was for research, there wasn't a problem, right?

When you're met with no response, you turn away. You open the door a little before a hand grabs your wrist.

His breath catches in his throat for a few moments, as his mind suddenly goes blank. His face is as red as a tomato, and suddenly, it’s a lot harder for him to stay calm and composed. He tugs on your sleeve as he speaks out, his voice shaking, clearly full of nerves.

“Show me what you can do.” He whispers.

That’s all it takes for you to grab him by the waist and crash your lips against his.

Taeyong whimpers as you unbutton his shirt. You pull away from him, breathing heavily. The door is still cracked open, but that can wait. You know that no one was on this floor of the building around this time. All the other teachers and students had classes.

You sit him in a chair before removing his pants and leaving them on the floor.

“Bend over that desk for me.” You say.

He complies eagerly, knocking over a small cup of pencils. His white panties are positively soaked, turning slightly see-through. Biting your lip, you move closer. Taeyong’s brain goes foggy because fuck, this is happening.

You kneel to grab him and inhale his clothed pussy. He releases more of his scent, driving you crazy.

His scent is mostly tart and fruity blackberries, complimented by husky cedar wood and the floral undertone of bay leaves. It's by far the most masculine scent you've smelled from an omega, but that only makes you more aroused.

Taeyong seems to sense your fascination with his scent and mewls when he feels you nudge your nose against his underwear.

“Eager, are we?” You laugh, slowly taking his panties off.

He whines as you pull them down to his ankles before licking his cunt. His taste is somewhat stronger than his scent if that’s even possible. You don't wait before you slip your tongue into his entrance, tasting his walls. A hand reaches up to rub his clit in small circles.

The sensation lights a fire in Taeyong's stomach, sparks coming off of it in little bursts of pleasure. The contrast between your hot tongue and the cold air of the office makes him shudder.

To your surprise, Taeyong is a moaner. He's so absurdly loud that despite there being nobody on this floor, you wouldn't be surprised if someone heard him.

Replacing your tongue with fingers for a moment, you tut.

“Shush, pretty. People are gonna hear you.”

Getting back to work, you continue to please him. Taeyong flushes, quickly covering his mouth with his hands. He desperately tries to silence his noises, the sound music to your ears. In exchange, you delve deeper, savoring every bit of his nectar. A muffled cry escapes him as he cums around your tongue. You lap up all of his juices, not leaving a single drop.

When you pull away, Taeyong pushes his ass out more. He says a few words you can’t understand, but then it clicks.

“More?” You ask, smirking.

You see what he wants, but you can’t fuck him yourself. It takes much longer to stop cumming when you’re buried deep inside a cunt like his- the body knows you’re trying to breed. You can tell that Taeyong knows this as well.

Halting your actions for a brief moment, you ask him a question.

“Do you have any toys around?”

“No, but...” He starts, then pauses.

“But?” You inquire, wondering what he would say.

“The lamp...”

You turn to your left, eyes landing on the lava lamp sitting on his desk, unbothered.

Taeyong starts to burn up, a blush painting his cheeks.

“I knew the prestigious Mr. Lee was just a desperate slut.” You tease, reaching for the pink and orange lamp.

You slide it between his folds, watching the tip grow wetter as Taeyong leaks in anticipation. A soft gasp escapes his lips once more as reality sinks in. Even knowing what's coming, he can't help but blush again.

The gasps turn into moans when you thrust it in without warning. You slowly fuck him with the top, inching closer to the middle with each thrust. Even though your thrusts are slow, Taeyong can feel the stretch.

Eventually, you reach the middle, the widest part of the lamp. You watch as it disappears inside of him, stretching him open.

As soon as he’s a centimeter past that point, you pull out your dick, dripping with precum. You begin to jerk yourself off before harshly thrusting the rest of the lamp into Taeyong, hitting his G-spot.

The only part of the lamp that isn’t in him is the metal base you use to control the lamp, thrusting it into him.

Taeyong whines as you thrust at a snail’s pace, intentionally missing his sweet spot before pulling out until only the tip remained inside him. You watch in amusement as he desperately tries to fuck himself onto the makeshift dildo.

“Aw, poor baby.” You say mockingly. “Stupid slut will fuck anything, won’t she?”

Taeyong whimpers, shaking his head no. Despite his protests, his hips continued to roll against the lamp, desperate for satisfaction.

“You say no, but your body says otherwise.”

You pull out completely. Tears begin to form in Taeyong’s eyes.

“I suppose that’s all sluts like you are good for.” You say, thrusting the lamp into him mercilessly.

He moans, tears falling from both stimulation and shame, his whole body shaking and quivering from the intense sensations that were running throughout his body. He tried his best to hold in the moans, but the most primal and basic of noises escaped him.

“With a body like that, you could seduce anyone.” You continue as Taeyong’s moans grow louder despite his hands. His body and thoughts are both burning hot, endlessly aroused by your actions.

“That’s why you got the job, right? Sleeping with dozens of old men? Whoring yourself out to students and begging them to fuck your omega cunt?”

Taeyong cries out in humiliation. I’m not a whore! He wants to yell, but arousal pools in his stomach, and slick gushes out every time you degrade him.

You lean over the desk, whispering in his ear. “I could leave you in class like this. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Bent over for all your beloved students to breed you until you're full of hundreds of pups like the cocksleeve you are?”

Just like that, Taeyong is clenching around the lamp, thighs pressing together. He swears that he saw stars when his orgasm hit him, stifling a scream. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over, enveloping him in a burning fire of desire. His climax seems to startle him, a most yelling at the sudden and abrupt feeling.

Pulling the lamp out, it doesn’t take long for you to jerk off at the sight. Taeyong’s whimpers paired with his used body push you over the edge, releasing all over his used pussy with a soft moan. Even though you didn’t fuck him, there was still an absurd amount of cum. You pull his panties up a bit before shooting the remaining sperm into the crotch of his underwear.

Taeyong pants heavily, unable to move from his position. You grab your phone from your pocket, taking a video of the ridiculous scene.

His nameplate is visible, placed next to his ass. “Lee Taeyong, Ph.D.,” it says, written in a fancy font.

You caress his smooth legs, making your way up to his hole before zooming in. He whimpers as you lazily finger your release into his cunt, making sure to get it in deep.

The man sucks in a breath as you pull his cum-soaked panties back on him before flipping him over. After snapping a couple more pictures of his disheveled appearance, the phone is discarded on the table.

You hear a peculiar sound, jerking your head to look at the door. Before you can properly look, Taeyong wraps his arms around your neck, gazing at you with glossy eyes.

“Kiss me. Please.” He pleads, leaning into your touch.

You grab his tiny waist, kissing him in a way that felt much more sensual than anything you’d done earlier. More of his tart scent releases, captivating you.

He practically melts, a shiver going down his spine as he tastes himself on your tongue. He’s never been this needy for someone, and he isn't sure it's a good thing.

Taeyong whines when you pull away. Desperate for your attention, he grinds himself against your now-clothed cock. The cum in his underwear presses uncomfortably against his skin.

“Is my little girl still worked up? What a cockslut.” You tease, hand placed on his thigh. “I'd love to stay longer, but your class is in 20 minutes.”

Taeyong groans in response, nearly fucked dumb. You toss him his pants, not sparing him a second glance. His heart hammers in his chest as you leave, the sudden ache in his legs growing more prominent.

It's nearly midnight, but Taeyong is still wide awake. His fingers moved in and out of his soaked pussy, dirty, wet noises filling the room. He bites down on his dirtied panties to stay quiet, the taste of his slick and your bitter cum spreading across his tongue.

Your degrading words and lustful touch play on repeat in his head, pushing him closer to the edge. He picks up the pace, imagining calloused hands on his smooth skin. The hands groped him all over, treating him as if he were a toy. Your hands are all over his body, feeling him, pleasing him.

Taeyong's eyes are glazed over when he cums at the mere thought of you touching him, his release trickling down his trembling thighs. Still, he plunges his wet digits into his sensitive cunt until he's almost faded. It's only then that he absent-mindedly takes the panties from his mouth, rising with shaky legs to clean himself up in shame.

The next morning, you open your laptop to find your most recent assignment returned to you, an A+ in the place where your B- was the day before.

You really did win him over, didn't you?

[ashmyself]

Wakey wakey, new character dropped (old actually lol)

Remember this man I posted on reddit decades ago ?

Yeah so like- that was cringe right ?

well I remade him

But better

Meet Jonath, you can ask him questions too now :3 (lore below 👇)

He's Jacob's twin brother and he works for minimum wage in some random ahh french restaurant

Basically he died 5 years ago but somebody in the cult wanted to revive him so he could join them, so that's what the cult did; they kinda failed since it turns out he's got some werid ferrofluid tentacles inside his body now and he basically used that to his advantage to run away from the cult and go at a friend's house and the cult sent Hety and the one person who wanted him in the cult to go get him inside of his friend's home, except some tall ass lady also living here sweeped them and called the police so they both got sent to prison and a year later Jonath decided that he was probably safe enough from the cult and now he's just trying to be a normal functioning member of society. he covers most of his body so people can't look at all the marks and ferrofluid drips, speaking of drips, he also often drools/nosebleeds ferrofluid, for some reason

Also he likes green.

And most importantly he's as much of a twinky gayass as Jackie (I just love gay people💜🏳️‍🌈)

And y'know how I like to turn OCs from my original universe into fandom OCs ? Yeah well he's just tragiboxified Alex, didn't name him Alex to dissociate him from the original and also because there's already a canon guy named Alex (lava lamp dude)

That's OG Alex btw 👇

[capricioussun]

What's the concept?? 👀

Idek how exactly to explain it? But basically utmv main three (UT, UF, US) except they're based off of...colour? Mostly. I fully intend to sketch the concepts I've gotten for everyone once I'm done w/ these comms but here's what I've got so far (possibly subject to change since I wrote this down in an unexpected flashbang of inspiration)

The color verse

Tale Flowey - based on coloring books

Tale Toriel - based on watercolor

Tale Sans - based on paint by numbers

Tale Papyrus - based on rainbow etch boards

Tale Grillby - based on felt work

Tale Undyne - based on tiedye

Tale Alphys - based on dry erase boards

Tale Mettaton - based on paper craft

Tale Asgore - based on etch-a-sketch

Fell Flowey - based on bubbles

Fell Toriel - based on fire opal

Fell Sans - based on geodes/turgite

Fell Papyrus - based on mood rings

Fell Grillby - based on oil iridescence

Fell Undyne - based on rose-veiled fairy wrasse

Fell Alphys - based on chameleons

Fell Mettaton - based on neochrome/bismuth

Fell Asgore - based on projections/reflections

Swap Temmie - based on light up plush

Swap Asgore - based on snow crystals

Swap Papyrus - based on lava lamps

Swap Sans - based on nightlights

Swap Alphys - based on static

Swap Undyne - based on infrared

Swap Napstabot - based on light boards

Swap Grillby - based on aurora borealis

Swap Toriel - based on disco balls

But like, please understand when I say I don't have the skill to do these justice it is not self deprecating, the visuals I got for some of these guys were just astounding, and I struggle so hard w/ colour and rendering hajfjfjskjdjs

This, of course, will not stop me from trying lol

[kookoofufu]

I am asking you about Lago, speak your truth

Alright so the direct-to-video Aladdin sequels (yes, there's a trilogy) were my childhood, and Iago has some of the wildest character development I've ever seen in a Disney franchise. He goes from being the villain's silly right-hand bird, a comedic relief side character who gets locked up for eternity in a lamp with Jafar, to THE MAIN CHARACTER in the second film!

Iago escapes Jafar's lamp and befriends Aladdin and crew, first for his own selfish ends, but then actually becomes friends with them, learning the power of friendship and the benefits of being a hero. But then, oh no, Jafar gets out of the lamp and makes Iago betray Aladdin! Only for Iago to realize where his true loyalties lie and team up with Aladdin to defeat Jafar! Except he doesn't just defeat Jafar, Iago KILLS HIM!! The main villain!!! Kicks Jafar's lamp into lava and brutally murders him! It's amazing!

And then Iago becomes a regular sidekick during the tv show which lasted for 3 seasons?? He's literally the "bad guy becomes cool reformed uncle" trope, and then in the third movie he eventually decides to leave the main cast and have his own adventures! With Aladdin's hot dad!! There is no other Disney franchise giving this much character development to a one-off sidekick, a goofy talking parrot voiced by gilbert gottfried. AND HE SINGS!!!!

[princesspuresarahk]

Ed Edd n Eddy Fanfic Save Peach Creek

Prologue

It’s been two years after Big Picture show the Eds are friends with the kids of the cul-de-sac after returning from their journey to Eddy's brother's place and finding out bro's true colors with Eddy's confession along with the beating of Johnny n Plank with them now being the outcasts for awhile, but not all was peaches n' cream once everyone returned home to celebrate at Kevin's with sweet jawbreakers. After being gone for a whole day without a word and giving everyone a near terrifying heart attack the parents of the kids confronted them with a thank god you're safe/where on Sam Hill have you kids been?!?!?! scolding them for two hours straight with wanting a very, very, very good ( look me in the eye so I can tell your telling the truth ) explanation from every one of them, they all told/explained what occurred (while keeping certain things out) from the scam that went really to chasing the Eds, to making it to Bro and with the so-called game of ''uncle" to the trailer door slamming into him knocking him out along with Johnny n' Plank arriving late and not giving the eds enough time to explain and tell you the rest, after being straightforward of the whole story the folks we’re happy that their kids were now safe but still rattled with their little disappearance and everyone knew that everyone was going to be sincerely punished for their actions, so during that entire 7th-grade year AND summer.

The punishments Eddy for starters had gotten his lava lamp, disco ball, record player, and electronic devices taken away ( well all except the '' magazines '' that Ed helped hide, but failed to remember the location eventually they found them a week after their punishments were set and come to think of it even Edd n' Eddy couldn't remember where they found them ), but anyway not also that Eddy had to work at his Dad's used car shop on weekends, along with taking therapy counseling at school and to have good grades in class while also having to spend half of the summer at his Grampa's house and a boring three-week trip with his parents before August. For Ed his parents made sure to give him the worst punishment they could come up with after his mom got a really good look at her son's room she made him help do a super all-out cleaning spree (replacing the carpet, walls, the bathroom which means now he's forced to take a shower with actual soup and shampoo and bed replacing it with a platform bed so he won't shove anything under it or else so far Ed kept it clean) while using all of Ed's beloved sponges taking away his tv, monster figurines, half of his comics, along taking the stairs away again, so he had to use a rope ladder if he ever wanted to get breakfast which is another punishment he's allowed toast but no butter and absolutely not a trace of any of gravy at all which hurt the big guy's heart, during school Ed had to take extra tutoring to make good grades too that Double D gratefully helped him along with Eddy too(another part of his punishment) with their parents permission. As for Sarah she also wasn't let off the hook either, her toys and dolls were taken away and wasn't allowed to have treats or desert (Ed too) or see Jimmy unless it was at school, at summer break Ed was sent to boot camp for six weeks plus him and Sarah were sent to their Aunt's place for the rest of July until August ( everyone was let off a little around August as a tiny reward for good behavior, but still grounded ) which was a relief for them as their Aunt was a retentive or to them a neat freak.

Jimmy had his teddy bear, baking oven, and paints, including Mr. yum-yums taken away and wasn't allowed to see Sarah for the same reasons, and part of his summer was having to go to hockey camp for a week (as his father still makes him practice) and visiting relatives in another state. As for Double D our brainy sockhead had his chemistry set taken away, was given extra chores (not did he didn't mind of course)but all his research books, and tools for his inventions that he and his friends made in the past were also reprehended, but the worst part of all was when his parents took his hat away now his secret reveled for the whole world to see, his long scar on his head that he got from the dodge ball accident that happened long before he came to Peach Creek, and it was a little uncomfortable not having his hat on but after a week no one seem to notice the scar at all which made Edd feel better about himself throughout the school year even if he still wishes his hat back, during half of his summer break he mostly spent most of his time either cleaning or read some of his books he was allowed back and did some extra work/studying in preparation for 8th-grade year ( plus the Eds were not allowed to see each other unless at school).

Now comes Nazz who was forced to have her half-bald head exposed as punishment, and all her beauty products were taken away, witched made her hold a grudge against the Eds for a while and a very long silent treatment she gave Kevin for three months as she was still mad about what happened on their adventure, after Christmas she forgave them and her hair had grown fully back around May, but wasn't able to grow fast enough for picture day, which Nazz still doesn't want to talk about, she ended up spending half the summer at her Dad's. Speaking of Kevin, he ended up having his bike and tools which were still destroyed from when the Kankers had taken them away and was to either build a new bike from scratch from the junkyard or would have to walk to school like everyone else, plus his Dad talk to his boss to work part-time at the jawbreaker factory on weekends and his Dad's boss agreed to make sure to have Kevin work so hard until his legs and arms have become noodles, and as extra punishment no sports of any kind at all.

To Rolf he had pretty much miserable punishment for the son of a shepherd wasn't allowed to eat any meant or he would be forced to sleep with Wilfred, to Rolf choose the first option as Wilfred still held a grudge for Rolf when he tried to swat him with a shoe , and was also give extra chores which he was able to get done , even if he lost some weight and strength while doing his chores , he was able to stay strong by eating the beets in his garden, and as for the urban rangers , Rolf, Jimmy , and Johnny were not allowed to see one another unless it involved Urban Ranger duties , which they promised to do which they did and helped fix anything that still needed repair or that was forgotten, since as another part of the punishment the Eds had to repair/clean up the damage they caused in the lane and parts of the cul-de-sac along with some of half the cost of property damage they had to clean up and pay with community service hours , it was hard work but it was accomplished with the kids who came to help out which they didn't mind as they made peace with the Eds, even the Kanker sisters showed up to help despite they didn't do anything wrong and didn't even bother the Eds while doing so , which was kinda odd and as the new school year was beginning they left without a word ( to which a relieve for the Eds even though everyone was still a bit curious about it), but they will find out soon enough .

And last but not least Johnny 2x4, Johnny was placed under house arrest for hijacking a bus that he and Plank had ridden in on his way to Mondo-A-GoGo amusement park where Eddy's brother lives/works (no one has heard a word from him since at the amusement park, even Eddy hasn't heard from Bro when his Mom and dad went to go see him as they did on last Christmas ) anyway back to Johnny, charges were placed for running red lights, driving illegally without a permit and license and endangerment the lives of others, additional charges were added after he assaulted an Officer by using Plank to wack him on the head, after he was caught in his ''Captain Melon-Head/The Gourd " lair which was added to his record, as for Plank Johnny's father had Plank taken away and locked in the shed in his backyard, making Johnny think that Plank has been put in solitary confinement, and during half of Johnny's and Plank's summer doing community service for early parole on good behavior. At the end of August, everyone was finally un-grounded.

sneak peak of Chapter 1 “PARTY TIME boys!''

reply what you think will happen next?

[innytoes]

One Line, Any Fic

Rules: Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people!

I was tagged by @legolasghosty, thank you! It was fun to look back on the fics I’ve written.

Tagging @daintyduck99, @invisibleraven, @jatp-spinsb, @floating-in-the-blue, @astorytotellyourfriends and anyone else who wants to do it.

How To Survive The Holidays (when you're dating your friend's dad)

In the living room, Luke was trying to subtly shake all the boxes under the tree.

we found love in a hopeless place (that is, a dumpster)

“You all do,” Ellie said happily. “Except Alex, though he ate the anchovies slice, so his breath kind of stinks.”

Strings, Taste, Music, Fate

“So I was thinking of taking Alex to this museum,” he was saying, juggling several tubes of pringles while Reggie tried to decide on a flavour.

Heaven is a place on earth

“You have to admit he does look very cute, though,” she says, just to mess with her a little. “Your father had a leather jacket when we met…”

How to Find Love on a Kinky Hookup App in Ten Easy Steps  (Not sure if this one counts since I can’t remember if Ren or I wrote this bit)

"Are you sexting on the bus?" he asked sternly.

Six Ways To Say I Love You

The plan to go to Pride together wasn’t so much a plan as just the logical conclusion of the past year.

Fucked Up A Perfectly Good Statue Is What You Did (look at it, it’s got anxiety)

Which usually meant Alex stayed quiet and stared at Willie’s lava lamp until he was done, but sometimes he’d read out loud from Willie’s books while Willie rested his head in Alex’ lap and Alex played with his hair.

Envelope Day

“When I came home, they were already yelling at each other about my results,” he whispered, trying not to stumble over his words.

Breanna and the Phantoms

“Dammit, Parker, there’s no such thing as witches,” Long Haired Guy said.

Let’s Go Steal A Protégé

“Working on my crime scrapbook,” they replied, holding the picture next to three rolls of washi to see which one they liked best. 

And a special bonus WIP one for the still unnamed Foster Care AU

“It’s not a real sleepover without…” he squinted at the cover. “Are You A Sunset Or A Sunrise and Five Signs He’s Just Into You For Your Animal Crossing Island.”

[kira-7]

Tagged by @gottaread2 @hbdttg and @esperata 💖💖💖 thank you guys!!!

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

I'm still here, Fate: the winx saga, rivusa, completed

Heavy footsteps were approaching, shadows hidden by the night became more and more threatening.

Devotion plan, Gotham, nygmobblepot, completed

A throbbing pain in his head made Oswald open his eyes, but it was dark around him, there was no light source. Where was he?

Eternal rivals eternal lovers, Hetalia, FrUK, completed

Hands shaped the nation’s sides, while England put an arm over his eyes not to look. Shortness of breath did not allow him to tell France to stop.

What has hands but cannot clap?, Gotham, nygmobblepot, WIP

Gotham had changed a lot in those ten years, meanwhile he was locked up in Arkham, yet it was still the same when viewed from a certain angle. It didn’t take long to regain control and be The Riddler again. Great Scott!

Trapped, Good Omens, ineffable Husbands, WIP, tw!!!

He wandered around the house, his long hair was dull and full of knots, his eyes vacant and surrounded by deep dark circles; the man was unable to recover from the pain of the loss and, even more, he was unable to sleep because he couldn't do it without the other man's presence.

Anything for Martin, Gotham, nygmobblepot, WIP

The surreal silence of Gotham’s wet streets was interrupted by the rhythmic noises of a figure moving in the shadows, lit only by the faint lights of the street lamps. The figure knew very well that no one would ever touch them, because it would be trouble for anyone who dared to twist a single hair of theirs.

Best home, Good Omens, ineffable Husbands, WIP

It started, as it would've ended, with a garden. Specifically, it was a park, where a costume party was taking place and a boy, dressed as a knight, had remained on the sidelines to observe. But he was joined by another child after he made a prank.

How to love a vampire, crossover Fright Night x Twilight, Aro/Peter Vincent, WIP

The room was completely dark, except for a spotlight which pointed to a man with long hair, mustache, goatee and two cross tattoos on the sides of his neck; he moved his hands in a theatrical way, as if he had the situation under control, and in fact it was so. He could hear the breaths held by his audience, the frantic beating of their hearts, the whole theater was full of adrenaline's smell.

Wait for me, Vile Bodies (Bright Young Things), Miles/Ginger, completed

Miles stared at him, the candlelight shadowing his face, a shame according to Ginger. He reached out to caress Miles’ cheek, rubbing his thumb against the other man’s cheekbone.

Somebody to die for, Good Omens, ineffable Husbands, WIP

I am a demon, one of the oldest, my name was Crawly, but I decided to changed it to Crowley, I liked it more. I didn't experience the Rebellion or the Fall, I was born after them, in a pool full of lava, I can't say it was like a sauna, totally different, totally... Mph not my favourite.

I... I don't know who to tag, mostly because I don't know who played this game already 🙈 so this time, I pass, but whoever sees this and didn't do it already, but wants to, feel yourself tagged 💖

[oldsargasso]

4 Minutes ep 2 thoughts

stream of conscious thoughts under the cut

the ATMOSPHERE!!! the LIGHTING. perfect. don't remember who anyone is or what they look like so no idea who that is. not the best way to kill a man but I understand the need for brutality sometimes

I am kissing the camerawork on the head and tucking it into bed I love it SO much.

I love the way this actress delivers her lines with such believable weariness/exhaustion. she's at the end of her rope and you can feel it.

oohhh that LOOK still gets me. Great holding onto the papers slightly too long, he's useless just like us :)

hospital staff are powered by gossip so this scene is perfect. bisexual Tyme is canon and beautiful.

genuine question: should we recognise any of these people?

22% battery??? at 8.45AM god Great is a MESS.

okay so his school buddy is the dick from the previous scene. I like his dangly earring.

omg he killed her didn't he!! this is why you shouldn't date men

turquoise lockers was a bold choice but I love it

if I could eat cinematography I would be doing that rn. that noise in the background is 10/10. more flashes or just remembering?

GREAT HAS A LAVA LAMP 💀

"I have something fun for you to help with" at 11pm? girl that is not the way

Great was NOT concerned enough about his friend locking his girlfriend away for my liking. but I do enjoy that he's sometimes terrible.

let bible say fuck! 😔

I wanna live in tv world where being knocked unconscious for a while doesn't have any permnanent consequences

a bar fight? show us that please

is it a lighthouse? in the opening scene I thought like a guard tower. anyway the moving light works so well I want every scene lit like this

my one criticism…that's not the right noise for bashing someone's head in with a rock.

wow they're both terrible at punching you love to see it

omg Great's face. a poor little meow meow for SURE

that might be the most superfluous hood ever. the black scrubs are a Look imo

!! a little primping!! THE SHIRT TUCK. Bee clocked him immediately. this is gonna fuel night shift for hours (powered by gossip!) try a power pose Tyme my guy. the dude has a headwound he may see two of you

okAY. is this standard procedure mr doctor

omg the funky music. I need to consume the whole soundtrack immediately

Great is sooo useless I love him

why wouldn't you just say you saw his name on the chart Tyme my god

this nurse...my love…marry me

that pause was Tyme evaluating if Great's hot enough to combat the crazy

if he's dead does someone know where View (?) is and can free her!!

this is a stunning indictement of whoever processed the crime scene originally

god we're definitely supposed to recognise some of these dudes aren't we 😬 sorry your brother (?) died, whoever you are

well whatever cop has dead guy's phone knows who did it by now Great

oh thank god great got View out

the ticking clock as the soundtrack to this fight…chef's kiss

WAIT I THOUGHT HE WAS A HALLUCINATION WHO IS DEAD what is HAPPENING. has the good doctor being doing a little light stalking perhaps

Tyme's actor is the king of micro expressions. love the progression from "damn I should've been nice" to "well if he isn't going to be nice…"

smooth mr doctor smooth. although I thought he was gonna go for "just to be safe I'll walk you home"

also I'm just saying next episode Great should have serious bruIsing on his neck

oh no…such a shame….no online gambling….

ohhh it was THIS guy. okay. not showing us who the picture is I see! (idk if there's a guy missing that we've seen before or what because I can't remember anyone except the two leads) brutal. dump that guy! although I thought it was gonna be this guy involved in hacking the gambling sites idk

that shot through the wine glass omgggg. wasn't really paying attention to what else happened in this scene because I'm too busy psychically willing this woman to marry me

TYME with the secret business OKAY. so excited to see how this plays out!! I'm hoping ep 3 kick starts the plot a bit more

[completeoveranalysis]

[10]

Ohhh. Now that is striking. This frame in particular.

You could read as many metaphors as you like into how this matches the general Watanuki narrative here - Watanuki mirrored against a distorted image of himself. Is that his past self? Or Lava Lamp? Or the hole in the universe he's causing? His grief? The general weight of his existence? The influence he has on other people's lives? They all work well, especially with one Mokona being black and one being white.

But also (Bad Apple plays softly in the distance)

OH HELP, THAT IS TOO MUCH. 

I AM OVERCOME WITH EMOTION. 

It doesn’t even matter which Sakura is his mother, honestly it’s such a Sakura move. For his new name to be a literal promise that they will see him again. 

So, that way, his an existence proof of their promise. Every moment ‘Kimihiro Watanuki’ exists that means their promise lives on. And every time someone says his name, it’s like their words are reaching him all over again.

OH HELP THAT’S TOO MUCH. 

And that’s such a cute way to round it off! Watanuki hears Lava Lamp’s voice echo through the universe, making him promise not to vanish. And this time Watanuki can accept it honestly, because he’s already decided to do the same - for the people around him and for Lava Lamp.

[casspurrjoybell-20]

FOOLS Fall - Chapter 4 - Part 1

BOOK TWO: The 'Fools Fall in Love' Trilogy

*Warning Adult Content*

Noah Wright

I ended up going to Dinah's dorm.

Jude and her were there with three other people.

Jude had texted me it was a 'BYOB' hangout, I brought a six pack of beer 'which I had to buy with my fake ID Jason got me the previous month'.

Dinah let me in.

"Noah," she exclaimed, throwing her arms around me causing me to take a step back from her force.

I awkwardly put one arm around her to hug her back.

"Hey," I greeted and she luckily didn't hug me for long.

I didn't like people I hardly knew to touch me.

It was weird and maybe I had some issues with who laid their hands on me from past trauma.

'Sam thought I should go to therapy' but I told him 'fuck no'.

"Noah, hey," Jude lifted his own beer bottle as he addressed me.

I gave him a nod.

The dorm was as small as you'd expect and as decorative as you'd expect from a girl like Dinah.

I didn't however, except her love for pink.

Pink fuzzy rug, a tapestry with shades of pink with big black, words the read 'Eat Ass and Smoke Grass' and there's a green pot leaf at the end.

Her bed, that was against the wall with the tapestry had pink bedding.

I assumed the pink side was Dinah's because Jude was sitting on her bed.

The other bed was Alice in Wonderland themed and that side was significantly darker.

Fairy lights strung up around the entire room which was the only form of light besides the lava lamp on the nightstand of the Alice in Wonderland side.

Dinah shut her door and introduced me to everyone.

"Guys, this is Noah, he's in my art class. Noah, meet Kyle," she gestured to a lanky blonde male, who was probably at least 6'4".

He was rolling a joint when he looked up at me and nodded.

Dinah continued the introductions.

"This is Alice, my roommate," she pointed to the curvier girl with bright green hair, who said 'hey' to me 'I knew the Alice in Wonderland side wasn't Dinah's' and lastly...

"Ciera," Dinah introduced me to a girl with short black hair that looked like she chopped it herself.

She had nice tan skin and she was damn good looking and I knew she knew it too.

She wore a low-cut white crop top, showing off just enough cleavage to give everyone a preview.

She wore black leather shorts with fishnet tights.

Ciera took a hit from her vape and blew out smoke in the form of O's.

It was definitely a diverse group, yet they all had one think in common, getting high.

I walked further into the room and was about to sit down on the ground when Alice offered, almost shyly.

"Um, you can sit on my bed. I don't mind."

"Cool, thanks."

I set my six pack down after taking one and sat down next to Alice.

"Do you smoke?" Kyle asked before sealing the job papers up with his tongue.

"Fuck yeah," I said, watching him light it and take his two hits.

Thank God they had weed, I didn't know if I could socially interact with new people without indulging in something.

Kyle passed me the joint.

"Are you a freshman?" he asked.

I already felt lighter with the two hits I inhaled.

It had been a while since I had smoked weed.

Lack of a plug was the main reason but Sam also hated the smell, so I didn't smoke much around him.

I wasn't dependent on it, so I didn't mind but weed did help improve my mood and my shit social skills.

"Yeah, you?"

"Sophomore. They're all freshies too," Kyle told me.

"What's your major?"

I shrugged.

"Just general. I don't really know what I want to do," I offered the joint to Alice and she took it.

"I was thinking art but after I fucking saw Dinah's art, no fuckin' way I could major in that."

"My girl's so talented," Jude said approvingly as he grinned at Dinah before pulling her into a sloppy kiss.

"Gross," Kyle groaned.

"Can you two not fuck in front of everyone?" Ciera grimaced at that and Alice laughed, then she explained to me that...

"Kyle and Jude are roommates."

"Yeah and they're not fucking quiet," Kyle exclaimed and I wondered if the RA ever knocked on their door, telling them to be quiet.

"Okay, okay," Jude laughed.

"Sorry, my girlfriend's hot and good in bed."

[thewarriorspecial]

Hal's Big Birthday Bang (Feb. 2023)

*Archive Edition* Previously only linked to AO3, full work now available under the cut.

Read on AO3

Rating: Explicit

Additional Tags: Drinking, Group Sex, Multiple Partners, Multiple Orgasms, Blow Jobs, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Impact Play, Alien Sex, Alien Biology, Canon Divergence, (Katma is Always Alive/We Don't Do That Here)

Hal's friends get together at Guy's bar for a very special celebration. At first they play nice and take turns, and then it turns into a gangbang.

Hal awakens to the sensation of the mattress dipping and shifting. A very heavy body is getting comfortable next to him. The ring gives no warning and he doesn’t feel threatened. 

“You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips,” a familiar tenor softly sings next to his head.

It’s a goddamn shame Guy doesn’t do karaoke anymore because the man can really sing. Not that Hal will tell him that. His head would get so big he’d get stuck inside the bar.

“Get out,” Hal grumbles.

“There’s no tenderness like before in your fingertips,” Another voice carries from behind the closet door. This one cannot sing.

“You’re trying hard not to show it,” the third voice lilts from behind the bedroom door. Hal sits up, opening his bleary eyes and squinting in the harsh morning light. 

“Baby!” The three cry as the closet and bedroom door bang open simultaneously. Kyle dances his way out of the closet and John struts in through the door. 

“But baby believe me I know it!” They sing into their glowing green microphones.

Hal sighs. “Top Gun is the Navy,” he mutters, picking at the pilling blanket. He knows they know. They don’t care. They’re gonna do the whole song. 

———

“We are not draping everything in black, Kyle! Fuck's sake!”

“C’mon it’s funny!”

“He’s not even that old! I’m not that old! We’re not dead!”

“Fine, fine. What’s the plan then, chief?”

Guy lifts apple boxes onto the table in front of them. He pops the lids off revealing a bunch of decorations; old-timey cars, records, 8-tracks, beads, animal print and neon colors.

“It looks like the 70’s threw up in here,” Kyle says, scrunching up his face.

“Wow,” says John as he turns items over reverently in his hands, “You got everything but the wood paneling!”

“No way. This is—“

“Awesome!” John cuts Kyle off as he holds up a lava lamp.

“It is awesome!” Guy agrees.

“No. No way.” Kyle crosses his arms.

“Ugh! Yes, way! I made centerpieces!”

John snorts.

“What?” Guy demands.

“Nothing, man.”

“What?”

“How did you get to thirty before you realized you were gay?”

“Shut.” Guy snaps his thumb and middle finger together, forgetting to finish his sentence. He’s glowing red all the way to the tips of his ears.

“Why all the retro stuff? Are you trying to make Hal feel old?” Kyle asks.

“He’s fifty!” Guy exclaims as explanation.

“Okay?”

“He’s an antique! These are all antiques!” 

“So the party theme is Getting Railed at Pee-paws House?”

John guffaws.

“You know what. Fuck you guys. Do whatever you want. I’m gonna finish the cake.”

“You decorate cakes now?” John asks, wiping his eyes.

“I have always done this stuff! Nobody appreciates me!” Guy stamps his feet and disappears into the kitchen.

“Alright,” John says, thumbing through the records, “A lot of this stuff is…” 

“Yeah.”

“The music is great. And the lava lamp stays.”

“I can live with that.”

“Oh yeah,” John drums his fingers together, “It’s all coming together.”

——

For the first time in many years, all of the shutters are drawn on the windows of Warrior’s Metro. CLOSED FOR PRIVATE EVENT reads the sign on the door. As if the eight foot bouncer in the biggest hoodie ever made wasn’t enough of a deterrent. 

Kilowog is not enjoying the planet’s cold, temperamental weather. Everything is wet. It’s quickly getting dark and as the darkness grows so does the cold. It’s making him lonely. Where on Earth is Hal. Late to his own shindig. Poozer.

—

At 9pm all of the guests are milling about. All the guests except for the Man of the Hour. Guy had conscripted Kyle and John to rearrange all of the furniture so that the VIP couches were front and center and al of the tables were pushed to the walls. Dinah and Ollie lounged across one side of an L-shaped leather couch. On the opposite side, Jess perched on the edge of the seat and fidgeted. She twisted her hair around her fingers as Dinah shared some of her favorite No Shit, There I Was stories. Ollie smiled, hands in his lap as he watched the two women flirt with each other. 

Guy and John are watching Simon lift the hood of beautifully restored 69 Impala that’s parked where the VIP couches used to be. The dim, interior light sparkles off of the frost green paint and chrome.

Simon sets the hood prop and the two men beside him make noises of appreciation. A fully restored, big block V8 topped with a four barrel carb sits gleaming at the center of the enormous engine bay. A man-sized emerald green bow is wrapped around the roof. 

John puts his hand on Simon’s shoulder, “So, for my birthday…” They all laugh and elbow each other playfully. 

Guy points at the big gap between the floor and the under-carriage, “Awful lot of clearance. Did you lift it?”

Simon lights up and walks circles around his lovingly built gift, “Ok, so all of the upgrades are mostly invisible. The body and the powertrain are all old-school. We got disc brakes now, we got coil over suspension, and adjustable ride height. She’s built to drive.”

“Drive??” Guy balks, “I’d keep this thing under glass!”

“Hal’s gonna freak out. “John grins as he lightly touches the edge of the carburetor. “I’m freaking out.”

—

Carol chooses to lean on the bar next to Kyle; the closest thing to a quiet spot. 

“Not a car guy?”

“I can appreciate it.”

“Me too. I love to drive. I love my M3, but I’m no mechanic.”

“I don’t know what that is,” Kyle laughs with a big shrug.

“That black car I picked you up in.”

“Oh yeah,” Kyle leers, “I remember the backseat pretty good.”

They’re interrupted as Guy does a practiced one hand leap over the bar top instead of using the swing door. “Hal still not here?”

“Still nothing,” Ollie shouts from the couch. “I texted him twice.”

——

In Hal’s apartment, the dishes sit “soaking” in the sink. Three outfits are laid across the back of the couch. Keys, wallet, and phone are waiting on the end table. Netflix replays three suggested previews as the comedy special Hal turned on several hours ago has ended. Hal is crosslegged on the corner seat, head tipped back and snoring loudly. He was almost ready three hours ago when a grey tabby cat came to the window to visit. 

“Still alive?” The cat had said in his cantankerous fashion. His way of wishing Happy Birthday. When Hal sat down to change his socks, the cat demanded to sit in his lap. Just for a few minutes. And then the purring began.

——

“Where’s Katma?” Carol asks.

“By now,” John checks his watch, “She’s passed out in her massage chair. Trust me she has been looking forward to having the house to herself.”

“She’s comfortable with all of this?”

“Oh yeah! We’ve hosted a few visitors in our younger days.”

“Oh? Have you ever brought Hal home?”

John takes a tactful sip of his drink. How does one say, No, sorry. My wife thinks the love of your life is whiney and butt-ugly. He chooses to fib a little, “Katma prefers the company of another woman.”

“She does?” Kyle says, loud and suspicious. “Man, I never would’ve guessed.”

When Carol turns away to give Kyle ‘The Eyebrow’, John looks at him over her head. His mouth presses into a long line as his eyes widen and his head tilts.

“Hey if one’s good two are better!” Kyle offers a high-five and John slaps their palms together. Carol shakes her head and sips her drink. 

——

A loud, pathetic shout from above snaps Kilowog out of his thoughts. Something human-shaped and glowing green is rocketing towards him. He makes a construct clone of his own hand with his ring to catch the incoming UFO.

“Oof,” the figure says on impact. 

“Jordan!” Kilowog’s ears wiggle with so much excitement it knocks the hood off of his head. Hal sits up in the glowing green hand, trying to smooth his windblown hair. “Look what the cat dragged in.”

Hal looks up at the red streak trailing across the sky, “If only you knew.”

Kilowog sets Hal down gently and immediately pulls him into a Bolovaxian bear hug. He sets Hal down again and shoves him towards the door, “C’mon, poozer you’re late. Everyone’s waiting on you.”

Hal turns to make a snarky retort but when Kilowog’s big hand connects with his ass in a playful slap, well, he’d never admit to the sound he made.

——

The bells on the door jingle and everyone turns. The room bursts into shouts of joy and Hal’s name. Hal can’t remember the last time a roomful of people were actually happy to see him. Jess and Simon use their rings to get to him first and then the dogpile begins. There’s so much chatter, so much gentle patting and touching his grown-out hair. It’s all he can do to try and return each touch, each peck on the cheek as he feels himself choking up a little.

“All right, all right let the man breathe!” Guy shouts over the din, taking Hal’s hand and guiding him fully into the bar. “Can’t even walk in the door! C’mon, siddown, everybody sit, sit, sit!”

The group takes seats all around the makeshift conversation pit. Kilowog shakes out his damp hoodie and hangs it on a peg on the wall. He sits gingerly on one of the cushions, surprised that it doesn’t yield under his weight. 

“Who’s drinking?” Guy asks, now behind the bar. Everyone raises their hands and Guy starts counting shot glasses.

“Oh, it’s time!” John says, leaping over the back of the couch.

“Time for what? John?” Guy asks, mid-pour.

Using his ring, John builds a little DJ booth. A pair of glowing green headphones appear on his head. The apple box full of vinyl records appears from within the booth somewhere. 

“Is that all you’re hiding in there, buddy?” Kyle asks with a suggestive eyebrow.

John merely returns the expression as an enormous green disco ball forms on the ceiling. As the bar lights up with the sparkling disco ball, “Funkytown” begins to play. 

Guy passes out the first round of shots. The conversation is flowing and while Hal doesn’t speak much, he’s at the center of the group, smiling and laughing. When Guy planned this whole party, he kinda forgot that Hal gets shy in crowds. That might become a problem. 

“So, any particular reason you’re secluding yourself over here? Guy asks John after he walks his drink over.

“Just not interesting in listening to Ollie talk about himself. And Dinah’s tits are distracting me. I should be looking at Hal’s tits, but he hasn’t gotten them out yet.”

“Ah, that’s an easy problem to solve. Hal’s tits will distract Ollie.”

“Right.”

“So we just gotta get em out.”

“Exactly.”

“I should’ve had you plan this thing.”

“I tried.”

“You’re right. I got carried away. Lemme go fix this.” Guy struts over to where Hal is seated. Leaning over the back of the couch, he sticks his hand right down the front of Hal’s shirt. 

“What are you doing?” Hal squeaks, laughing yet indignant. 

“Getting your tits out.”

“Yeah!” Kyle hollers.

“Wh..wa—?” Hal sputters.

“John wants to see some tits, Hal. Let’s get this party started.”

“Yeah!” Dinah agrees. “Tits! Tits! Tits!” She chants, thumping her fist rhythmically on the table. 

“Don’t stretch my shirt you horndog!” Hal gripes.

“Tits! Tits! Tits!” John joins in, clapping. He starts fading in the next song, “You Sexy Thing”. 

“Hold on!” Hal says between peals of laughter, “Hold on! I’m not even drunk yet.”

“Here you go,” Ollie hands Hal his shot.

“Okay, shots, then tits.” Hal offers. The group cheers and picks up their glasses. They clink them together, raise them to John at the DJ booth, and throw them back. That’s definitely the expensive stuff, Hal realizes as it barely burns. His cheeks flare, however, as his friends all stare expectantly. He gets his fingers on the top button of his shirt, right at the collar. He fumbles, sweating under the hungry gazes. He manages to get the first one undone, breathing a little faster. He starts to struggle with the second one.

“You button up to your eyeballs like a schoolboy. This is gonna take forever!” says Ollie.

“Be nice, you’re gonna scare the tits away!” says Dinah.

“I can’t!” Hal surrenders. “Somebody go first!”

“Okay!” Kyle says and flings his t-shirt into the distance.

“Yay, tits!” Dinah and Jess cry in unison, scooting over to fondle Kyle’s chest. Kyle drapes his arms over the couch to give them room to sidle up. 

“Want some help?” Guy asks, breath hot on Hal’s ear.

“Yeah,” Hal says, taking Guy’s hands and bringing them to the button at his throat.

“Playing favorites again!” John accuses from across the room.

“That’s n-not…” Hal stutters as a second pair of hands starts undoing his belt and untucking his shirt. 

“I know I’m your favorite,” Carol croons playfully.

“Bullshit!” says Ollie.

“Why don’t we have a little contest?” Kilowog speaks up. He’s holding a glass bottle, comparable to any liquor bottle, but dwarfed by his hands. Everyone turns to listen except for Guy and Carol who are rapidly divesting Hal of his button-up and undershirt. “Why don’t we all take turns? Then we’ll see who Hal likes the most.”

Hal eyes widen at Kilowog’s proposal. “Is that how you partied on your planet, big guy?”

Kilowogs grin is predatory, “You’ve never partied with me.” He offers Hal the bottle. Hal stands up, takes the bottle but before he can drink it, Kilowog warns, “That’s not just any fizzy kiddie drink there, Jordan. It’s an…” his ears wiggle as he searches for a word that will translate, “Aphrodisiac. Bolovaxian mating can be…taxing. This will help you out.”

Hal grins and takes a swing from the bottle. The liquid is thick and warm. The taste is sour and sickly-sweet all at once. He feels it squirm all the way to his stomach. He feels his whole body flush and a rush of arousal nearly takes him off of his feet. “So. Who’s first?”

“That’d be me,” Simon says before the arguing starts. “I wanna give you my gift first.”

“Oh! Okay,” Hal says as he’s grabbed by the belt loops and dragged towards the Impala. Hal’s eyes rake over the beautiful car in its classic green color, the big engine, the SS on the grille, the enormous green bow on the roof. “Wait, this whole car? For me?”

“Happy Birthday, Hal.” Simon crowds Hal against the driver’s side door, pins him there with his hips. 

“I didn’t realize you were, uh, into men?”

“Nah, just you. There’s just something…” Simon trails off as he leans in to kiss Hal. There’s a flash of green behind the steering wheel and the car roars to life. The loping rumble of the performance camshaft turning rocks the vehicle as well as the two men leaning on it. The engine revs once, and the smell of gasoline assaults Hal’s memories—racing on the dirt road behind the school, his first time with his high school girlfriend in the backseat, his first time cruising when he lived off base. And then it stops. His hands cling to Simon’s shoulders and the door handle digs into his back. 

“But…”

“Sometimes less is more,” Simon leaves Hal with a kiss on the cheek and presses a set of keys into his palm.

“Yeah,” Hal smiles, closing his fingers around the keys and pressing them against his heart. “Thank you,” he says softly, his shoulders rolling forward as he bites his lip. He looks up at Simon through his lashes, big doe eyes sparkling and Simon thinks, “Yeah, whatever that is, that’s it.”

“Do a sexy pose for us on your new ride!” Says Ollie, holding his phone up.

“No way!” Hal says, throwing his arms wide to body block the classic car in its perfect condition. “I’m not scratching the paint. 

“Take your pants off!” Jess suggests. 

“Yeah Hal, take em off!” shouts Guy.

“As the guy who did the body work,” Simon offers with a shrug, “Can’t scratch the paint of you’re naked.”

“Take it off!” Dinah starts a chant and quickly has the whole group in synch.

“Alright, alright,” Hal says to his little crowd as he starts to slide his belt out of the loops, “You want me to take it off?”

“Yeah!” They answer.

“Do you?”

“Yeah!” They shout louder. Hal rips the belt the rest of the way off, spinning it over his head before tossing it towards his friends. 

Jess leaps to the front to catch it. “This means I’m next!!” She hollers.

Hal carefully sits on the front fender as he slides his pants off. He plants his hands and fully pulls himself onto the hood. From the DJ booth, he can hear “Here I Go Again” play from the construct speakers. Guy and the girls whistle and jeer and Hal groans. 

“I’m gonna dent this thing,” Hal mutters.

“You are not that heavy,” says Carol.

“I’m like, two-ten,” Hal whines.

“Yeah all up top,” says Guy, “Just keep your big hooters off’a there!”

“I’ll hold ‘em up,” Kyle offers, making grabby hands.

“Just set ‘em right here,” John says, patting his own face. 

“No! No! No!” Jess shouts, playfully swatting all three of them in succession with the belt, “I’m next!”

“I think we can all play together,” Dinah says, sidling up to Jess and taking the belt from the shorter woman’s hands, “Very,” she folds the belt over and snaps it, “Nicely.”

Jess giggles and Kyle barks.

“C’mon gorgeous, show us what you got,” Ollie croons, holding his phone up and hitting record.

Hal grins, blood humming from Kilowog’s concoction. Dinah and Ollie are the only two people here that have any idea he can dance at all much less still do splits at his age. He rolls seductively, tossing his har as he channels his middle school crush with every move. From the first effortless split across the hood his cheering friends are quickly reduced to lustful silence. If it weren’t for the Bolovaxian liquor in his veins he might feel intimidated. He very slowly works his underwear off and tosses them at his friends. Jess’ hand flashes out at light speed to catch those as well. He strikes a few more poses, carefully hiding the goods from his enraptured audience until the song ends. 

He slides his tits and belly down the front of the car, balancing on the grille. He beckons Jess over with curled finger. She floats over to him, hovering above the floor so their faces are level. He grabs her chin and pulls her into a slow kiss. 

Jess is already pulling her clothes off. She’s not sure where this courage to do what she’s planning to do in front of anyone is coming from but Hal is hot and naked and willing and she doesn’t want to waste a second thinking about it. 

She pushes Hal’s shoulders until he’s lying on his back. She drinks in the sight of him, really sees him, and he is beautiful. There’s no uniform to barely hide the angles and arches of his body, no mask to hide the molten bronze of his lovely eyes. She runs her hands slowly down his body, following the trail soft hair over his chest, his belly, and below where his thick cock rests against his hip. Every inch of him is in perfect proportion, every tapered muscle, every plane and curve, each patch of tawny hair, just the right amount softness at his chest and hips. 

Hal’s chest. She finally has her hands on her prize, she squeezes gently and Hal’s head tips back as he lets out a soft sigh. She can’t resist anymore. She shoves her face between his pecs and smashes his lovely tits into her face. She can’t hold in the moan. His gentle laugh rumbles through her body and when she looks up he’s smiling. Its like the light of a thousand stars. She doesn’t ever want to see him sad again. 

She feels his hands cup her breasts as he sits up. She watches his belly flex with the pure core strength and she can feel her own wetness drip. He presses his face gently between her breasts and returns the gesture, licking and biting his way to her neck. She smells so good, and the scent of her arousal is making him dizzy. Its been a long time since he’s gotten this hard this fast.

“Can we…can we just—“ she asks as she rocks her hips against his. He grabs her hips and guides himself in. “Hal,” she groans as she pusher her hair out of her face. She drapes her arms around his neck, touches his hair, his , face, his shoulders. “Hal fucking Jordan,” she sighs as she rocks her hips faster. She runs her fingertips all over his body, like she can’t believe he’s real. Sitting in his lap at this angle, every stroke is dragging against her clit, the subtle curve of his cock hitting every sensitive place, over and over.

Hal watches her work herself on his dick, grinning. He’s glad he can feel her pulsing already because Kilowog’s little gift has him ready to pop like a teenager. She’s so wet her pussy squelches every time their hips slap together and she’s leaving his lap a soaking mess. Hal runs his hands over her petite body, appreciating with his hands her tiny waist, thick thighs, her little heart shaped face, her full bottom lip gripped between her teeth as lovely mewls escape her throat. He softly grasp her swaying breasts, running his thumbs over her nipples. Her head falls back as she grabs his wrists, moaning his name. 

She’s clenching so tight, Hal looses it, cums inside her, filling her up. His back arches and he throws a hand back to steady himself. He can feel his whole body heat up, flushed with orgasm and embarrassment and somehow that’s even more arousing. 

Suddenly Jess stops, body clenching and shivering. “Wow,” she whispers and huffs out a laugh. 

“Yeah,” Hal says.

“Oh geez,” she cups her hands around her face so all she can see is Hal, “Um, Happy Birthday, I guess?”

“Hell yeah,” Hal grunts, fighting to sit up, “Let’s make this a new tradition.” He gives her another kiss on the lips and she strokes his face with her fingertips.

Jess’ body glows as she floats off of Hal, feet hovering just above the ground. “I can’t feel my legs.” 

“Been there,” Carol and Kyle say together and share a laugh.

“I think I need a second,” Hal says, throwing his arm over his eyes. He feels so warm, his whole body is tingling. 

“You sure about that?” John asks, glancing at Hal’s raging erection.

“Is this normal?” Hal asks Kilowog, a little alarmed. Wide-eyed, Kilowog tears his eyes away from Hal’s crotch and nods vigorously. “Shit,” Hal hisses. His pulse pounds in his ears. 

A big, warm hand slides up Hal’s leg. “How much you think you can handle?” Guy asks, licking his lips.

“Anything,” Hal answers, “Everything.”

“Let’s test that out,” Carol says, taking Hals hand.

“Hey,” Guy growls. He grips Hal’s thigh, making him moan.

“Now now,” Dinah says, patting Guy’s shoulder, “Ladies first.”

“Nice,” Ollie mutters, following Hal as he lets Carol lead him to the couches, still recording with his phone.

“Bullshit,” Guy grumbles.

“Easy padawan,” John says, “Let them ride him hard and we’ll put him away wet.” John nods slowly. Kyle grins and nods slowly too. Guy pouts. Kilowog takes a swig from the bottle he brought. 

Hal drops easily onto the couch. He lays on his back, legs spread wide as he strokes himself. 

“Look at you. You already know what you want, don’t you my little slut?”

“I do,” Hal nods. He pulls one of his knees up to his chest and pleads with his eyes. 

“Oh alright,” Carol says as her Star Sapphire uniform appears. Glowing pink bands appear around her hips and Hal starts to pant. “Since it’s your birthday I won’t make you beg for it.” She smiles indulgently, stroking his leg before she wraps it around her waist. She sinks her warm, fleshy construct into Hal’s body; a perfect fit, as always. 

Dinah sits next to Hal’s head and she runs her nails along his scalp, making him shiver and moan. “He loves being the center of attention doesn’t he?” she asks Carol.

“He certainly does,” Carol pants with her steady rhythm. She can feel Hal tighten up already, can feel his back starting to arch. Dinah puts her hands on Hal’s chest and spreads her knees on either side of his head.

“God, yes,” Hal sighs as he grabs her hips and pulls her cunt to his mouth. Dinah groans, licking a trail down Hal’s belly. She teases the tip of his cock with her tongue to feel him moan against her clit. 

“Fuck, he’s good at that,” she says, looking up at Carol and Carol nods in agreement. Dinah sprawls out on top of Hal, leaning forward to lap at Carol’s clit as she fucks into Hal, then back to teasing Hal’s cock again. 

“Don’t stop, please, please,” Hal pants, breath hot against Dinah’s body.

“Think you can hold it till we sing happy birthday?” Dinah asks.

“Oh, fuck,” is Hal’s answer.

“We need a candle,” Ollie says, setting his phone up on some kind of stand. 

“On it,” John says, conjuring one with his ring and holding it nearby.

Carol fucks him harder as they all start to sing. Time seems to slow as Hal grasps the base of his cock like he has any chance of holding out against Carol’s practiced assault and Dinah’s vicious tongue. She knows exactly how he likes it and his body wants so badly to fold. His friends voices are an incomprehensible blur. Countless hands begin to roam his body making him jump and quiver. “Please,” he begs, “It’s so good.”

“Happy Birthday,” they all drag out the last line, Dinah takes Hal fully into her mouth and sucks hard, “to you!” 

Hal shrieks as hot wax pours onto his chest from John’s candle. A galaxy bursts behind his eyes as his orgasm tears through his body. Dinah lifts herself up, sits back, and resumes petting Hal’s sweaty hair. 

“Fuck,” Hal eeps out a shuddering groan. He reaches up to grab John’s wrist, pulling the candle towards his face. He blows out the flame and everyone applauds. Carol pulls out and pats his thigh. Hal slides off of the couch onto his knees, grabbing for John’s fly. 

“I think I know what you wished for,” John says, grinning.

“Shh, if you say it, it won’t come true.”

“Well, that’s a waste. You’re getting fuckin drilled either way, buckeroo,” Guy crows as he throws his shirt one way and his pants the other. Kyle facepalms so hard it echos. 

With shaking hands, Hal finally get’s John’s cock out. He gives it a long, slow lick from base to tip. “Take this off,” Hal says, pushing John’s shirt up. John obliges, slowly disrobing as Hal watches his hard body appear inch by inch. 

John toes his shoes and socks off, casting them aside. Fully naked, he gets a solid grip in Hal’s hair, “Look at me,” he commands and Hal locks his eyes on John’s, “Good boy.” Hal’s moan turns into a gag as John relentlessly fucks his throat. 

Piles of clothes hit the floor. More hands roam Hal’s body. Someone grabs his cock, and fuck, he’s hard again. His mind is a haze of arousal. He feels like he could do this for days. His heart pounds and every touch is electric. He can hear groans, sighs, his own name. The smell of sweat and sex fills the air like a thick fog. His fingers thud along every dip in John’s abs. Someone’s hands pull at his hips, pull him up to his feet. Small fingers press at his hole as drool slides down his chin. Thick, rough hands grab his wrist, guiding him to grasp a cock and start pumping. 

“Like this?” he hears Jess ask.

“Yup, nice and slow,” Carol answers. “Feel that?”

“Oh, this?” Jess ask, gently curling her fingers as she explores Hal’s body. His knees threaten to give as she shyly prods his spot, a string of unpredictable little zings rushing up his spine. He wants to cry out, beg for more but all he can do is look up at John, gagging and drooling on himself. 

“May I?” Kyle asks, resting his hand on Hal’s hip. 

“Sure!” Jess pulls her fingers out and watches how Kyle kicks Hal’s legs apart so he can line himself up with the taller man better. He lays a hand on Hal’s spine and slides in, nice and slow. Hal gags loudly as he starts to fuck him, slow and deep. Jess watches how Kyle rolls his hips, how the back of his thighs and his ass clench with each stroke. “Oh,” she says, nodding, “I think I was doing it wrong.”

“All in the hips,” Kyle pants, sweat already starting to bead at the small of his back. “Takes practice,” he adds with a smile.

Hal’s eyes start to water and John pulls back. “Good?” he asks.

“Fuck yeah,” Hal gasps.

“Lemme get in there,” Guy rumbles, shouldering his way in front of John.

“Rude,” John says. 

Guy shoves his dick into Hal’s willing throat and Ollie takes his place. 

“You know what we forgot!” Dinah shouts, holding up Hal’s belt. “Birthday smacks!”

Hal moans around Guy’s cock.

“Five each, baby lantern goes twice,” Dinah declares as Jess shouts and hops up and down.

“Go ‘head,” Kyle nods towards Hal’s exposed ass as he pulls out.

“Yeah!” Jess cries. She takes the belt and gives Hal a soft smack that barely makes a sound, “That okay?”

Guy backs up so Hal can answer, “Harder.”

“Oh! Okay!” Hearing Hal groan on the next one, Jess lays three more decent smacks onto Hal’s ass. The group jostles each other, even playing rock paper scissors to determine the order. They each step up to the plate, listening to Hal’s delicious cries as they lay harder and harder hits into his flesh with the belt. By the time Guy goes for Hal’s thighs on his turn, John and Ollie are holding him up. Tears well in his eyes as he begs each person for “More,” and “Harder,”. 

Jess lays her last smacks with a triumphant cry of, “Fifty!” 

Hal sinks to his knees, turning to look at her with a weary smile, “Thank you, baby.”

Jess’ hands hover over the angry red stripes on his skin. She kisses his sweaty forehead, “You okay?”

“Never better,” Hal answers, still smiling. He turns towards Kilowog, points, and beckons him over, “You, c’mere.” Hal pats the floor.

Kilowog trots over, kneeling down next to Hal. His eyes are dilated and unfocused, skin flushed a much deeper red than usual. 

“Lay back, big guy,” Hal says in a flirty tone. He slowly climbs on top of the big alien as he lies back on the floor. “I want you to get that big cock out and tell me happy birthday.”

Kilowog complies immediately. He pushes the bottom of his Lantern uniform down, revealing nearly-human, if abnormally large, genitalia. Deep purple in color, and having a highly tapered shape, it was hard and curved and looked a bit like a silicon sex toy. It dripped heavily from the tip, soaked in its own shiny lubrication. 

Kyle starts rapidly smacking Guy in the arm, “Yo, yo.”

Guy sneers at the offending hand and looks back up at Kyle, “Yeah?”

“Remember you asked me what a bad dragon was?”

“I wish I hadn’t.”

Hal lines himself up on the thing without even looking. He works himself slowly up and down on the tip. He leans down over Kilowog’s chest, leaning his head back and exposing the column of his neck. 

Kilowog’s enormous hands flex as he resists the urge to grab Hal’s tiny body and slam him down. The human’s scent is incredible. Kilowog had lusted after the younger Lantern since the first time he’d caught a whiff of his exertion. The scent of his heightened arousal was intoxicating. 

Hal swipes the sweaty hair off of one side of his neck, tilting his head to the side in invitation. Kilowog leans forward, licking Hal’s skin with his long, rough tongue. Hal giggles, and Kilowog drags his teeth along the same path.

“Go ahead,” Hal whispers, eyes closed, trusting. Kilowog’s big hands envelop Hal’s body as he sinks his teeth into Hal’s neck. His hips start to rise, fucking his enormous cock gently into Hal’s body. Hal’s never had such an easy time relaxing and accepting Kilowog’s cock. He makes a mental not to drink together more often. 

Hal can feel Kilowog’s cock wriggle inside him, pushing deeper, spreading him open. He sits up, bracing himself on the big alien’s belly as he rocks his hips. Finally, it’s deep enough he can roll his hips. He’s always wanted to ride this monster. The sounds ripping out of Hal’s throat are obscene. The stretch stings but it feels so so good. His legs are shaking so hard, he tries to lift himself with his arms and collapses onto Kilowog’s chest. He nuzzles and bites the big Lantern symbol—happy Kilowog kept it on. He does so enjoy a lover in uniform. 

Hal lays his hands over Kilowog’s and utters a guttural phrase. The lantern rings translate the Bolovaxian words, “Fuck me, beautiful. Make me cum.” 

Kilowog’s ears wiggle and he complies, lifting Hal’s body up and down. Hal surrenders to the incredible sensations. “Yes,” he says over and over in English because it’s the only word he can think of. 

Hal’s whole body flushes red and he cums hard over Kilowog’s hands and chest. He feels his body pumped full of the big alien’s release. With the last of his strength he lifts himself off of Kilowog’s cock and rests on his chest. Hal strokes the big square face he loves so much. 

“So,” Guy barks, “Who won?”

“You know I love you all the same.”

“Aw! Boo!” Guy cries. Kyle gives a thumbs down and Kilowog snorts.

“Is that…” Kyle pauses, tilting his head and listening to the sound of someone abusing scratching privileges on the turntable, “Is that ‘Turn Down For What’?”

“Sorry, I left it on shuffle,” John shrugs.

“Where’s my cake?” Hal asks, grinning.

“Yeah that’s right, I made you a cake. I put this whole thing together,” Guy complains, stepping over bodies and stomping towards the kitchen, “And somehow, someway, I’m not the favorite. Fuck me, right!”

Guy returns with the cake, and a soft ice pack for Hal to sit on. Hal takes Guys hand and presses it to his lips as he takes the ice pack, “Thank you.”

“I think about you.”

“I know you do.”

Guy conjures up forks for everyone, but it only takes a few minutes of laughing and chatting before cake is being licked off of fingers and body parts. 

“Happy Birthday to me,” Hal sighs happily. 

[askfordoodles]

Stray speedrun tips/steps for the bigger areas

Just the minimum necessary steps to do in some of the more non-linear parts, where it’s easy to get overwhelmed. !THIS ASSUMES YOU HAVE ALREADY PLAYED THE GAME ONCE AND KNOW THE PLOT, BTW!

(Loading times and pausing doesn’t count, but the dialogue and unskippable cutscenes do (as well as restarting checkpoints). Spam the next/end buttons when you can and always run when possible)

When reaching the Slums and after talking to the guardian:

* You don’t need any cans, don’t waste time locating them.

* Go to the roof to locate the 3 Outsider apartments (where the notebooks are)

* On your way, startle the guys to drop the paint can on the ground. (you don’t need to pick the detergent yet, but you can do that now if you want)

* Hit the 3 apartments in whichever order...

- Clementine’s book is easiest, it’s just next to the computer.

- Doc’s (in the library) is in a safe hidden behind a stack of books that you jump on to topple over. The keys to the safe are close by with a note attached.

- Zbaltazar ’s apartment is reach from above, get on top it and disable the fan to drop down into it. The notebook is hidden in one of the box stacks, so just jump on them to knock them over and reveal it. Exit by scratching/pulling the curtain.

* Go up to Momo with all 3 notebooks to get the transceiver and progress straight away.

The Slums 2nd visit:

*Don’t run too far ahead when following Momo, he’ll pause his already slow walk if he can’t find you.

* In Seamus’ apartment give him Doc’s notebook (Momo just gave you).

* Locate the keypad hidden behind one of the small paintings reachable when on the counter. The code is always 2511.

* Jump onto highest shelf on the left and knock down the box to reveal the Broken Tracker.

* When you receive the tracker run outside to get the detergent (if you didn’t already) and trade it for the Cables.

* Give the Cables to Grandma to get the Poncho.

* Scratch on Elliot’s door to be let in and find him upstairs.

* Give him the Poncho and then the Tracker.

* Bring the Fixed Tracker back to Seamus in his apartment.

* Follow Seamus (again, don’t run too far ahead) to progress.

(The Antvillage doesn’t require sidequests except ascending to the top, speaking to Zbaltazar on the way.)

Midtown quests:

* Run straight to Clementine’s apartment, top floor.

* Show her the photo of her friends.

* Talk to her again (in the other room) to get a note for Blazer (guy with bomber jacket and gold chains)

* On your way back, knock the cameras down. All 3 are accessible from the same (middle) floor.

* Pickup the music tape from the now grateful dancers.

* Run to the bar and into the back room to knock the crate onto the sleeping worker.

* (while the worker takes his sweet time getting back to work) Run to the clothing store and insert the tape.

* Grab the vest while the owner is distracted.

* Run back to the worker waiting by the hat-store and jump in the box (and wait for the slacker to come carry you inside).

* Steal the hardhat in the window and open the latch to the side to escape.

* Run toward the NECO factory (check the road-sign logos if unsure of direction) to find Blazer (guy reading newspaper)

* Give him Clem’s note - then immediately vest and hardhat.

* Jump in box to eventually progress to factory area.

Factory atomic battery puzzle:

* Activate the moving desk and make it follow you toward the fenced off left area.

* Jump on it to reach the second robot desk thingy and activate it.

* Pull the lever to free you both.

* Guide the desks to the floor-buttons on the sides (leave the one closest to the exit free.

* Roll the barrel onto the final button and grab the battery.

Midtown (2nd visit)

* Run straight to Clem’s apartment (be careful of the drones now)

* Read her note to get a clue scavenger hunt:

- Interact with the lava lamp on the top shelf in the kitchen.

- Mannequin in the bathroom.

- Incense burner in the middle of living room.

- The purple crystal in the attic-space, accessed by pulling down a hanging cloth to access a drawer to jump onto.

(be careful when exiting the apartment, it is possible for the patrolling drone to see you through the window while still in the kitchen)

* Run into the alleyway to the right of the danceclub.

* Jump onto the far left dumpster and run right, past the joyful purple guy to reach a guy in a window.

* Talk to window-guy to be let in.

* Immediately grab yellow drink on the bar  in front of you.

* Give guy holding a lever the Drink to swap.

* Put lever on the contraption next to the DJ and use it.

* Immediately jump onto the now lowered platform and wait till it is raised again.

* Go to the right and push leftmost and rightmost buttons to make a walkway.

Minor tips for the Jail section:

Most of it is fairly straightforward, but frustrating because you have to wait a lot for Clementine’s slow-ass sneaking.

For the double sentinel trap part, I suggest having both doors open and wait just inside of the trap. Meow to get them alert (yellow) and then quickly run out though the other side and close that gate. Then run back and close the gate they entered through while they’re still investigating the noise source. (if you get them in the red and they chase you they’ll usually be too fast and escape before you can close the doors)

It’s tempting to rush this part, but trust me you’ll lose way more time by failing to do the perfect tokyo-cat-drift and repeatedly restarting.

Also note: Barrels are not you only hiding option; they can’t see you very well in the tall grass (but it won’t protect you from shots.

Final note: Don’t waste time trying to start the train before running all the way back and putting the battery in first.

[monsterfuneral]

sparks in the rain | ch. 3

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Coming Soon

Relationship: Poly!Bill and Ted x Fem!Reader

Summary: A malfunction with the booth lands Bill and Ted into the most peculiar situation they’ve been in, stuck in the year 2021 standing in front of a woman they never thought they’d meet.

Words: 1.2

Warnings/Tags: Cursing, mentions of cheating (not on BNT’s part don’t worry), mentions of celebrity break downs, they’re having a good time :)

Author’s Note: Did I give the reader my dream apartment? Of course I did, you’re welcome. If you see any mistakes, no you didn’t

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(please read my “I do NOT write” section before sending in anything <3)

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Both boys sat on the couch, shoes off, facing each other with their legs crossed as they looked around the rest of your apartment. It wasn’t messy persay, but it definitely had its own charm to it. There were various posters hung up on the walls, a black Kit-Cat clock, some streamers hanging from the ceiling, Ted guessed from a party. Red and pink beaded curtains shaped like hearts lead into the hallway that was lit up by a lava lamp that had a black base and pink and orange paraffin wax blobs moving slowly about inside the glass. There was a wreath with mushrooms on it hanging on the door, and a vase full of dying blue carnations that sat next to the heart shaped key dish on a small table. The kitchen was probably the most normal thing in your apartment, the walls held no decorations aside from a vintage looking Halloween themed calendar that was pinned on October, the rest of the kitchen was plain white with tan counters. 

Bill’s gaze was fixated on what they both assumed to be the TV, his brows furrowed as he got up from the couch in order to inspect it closer. He peered behind the TV before looking at Ted with his eyes slightly widened, as if shocked by his discovery. 

“Dude this TV totally doesn’t have an ass like mine does at home.” Bill said in slight amazement, catching the quiet laugh that filtered from the kitchen. “Are they all like this?” He asked their host who was now leaning against the entryway to her kitchen, her fingers gently wringing a black dish towel.

She hummed, considered his question before shaking her head and saying “I mean not all of them are like that, there are plenty of people who still have those heavy ass TVs.” She walked a little closer, leaning her hands on the back of the couch on the opposite side from where Ted still sat cross legged “My roommate and I were just lucky, her mom gave it to us when we moved together. She got a bigger one for her own living room and did need that one anymore.” 

Ted’s own eyes widened “Bigger?” 

“Yeah you’re telling me these things get even bigger?” Bill finished off Ted’s thought, having the same question already formed in his head. 

It was kind of charming, if not a little surprising that they didn’t already know this. Given they were time travelers and could easily go to any time period they wanted. You pushed yourself away from the back of the couch, backing away a few steps while shrugging and saying “If you didn’t know about that then I for sure have some things you guys will find interesting.” you peaked into the kitchen “But we can talk about that after we get our hot chocolate.” 

The two of them excitedly followed after you, watching as you opened one of the cabinets right next to the fridge. Almost the entirety of the cabinet was filled with different mugs. Some were plain, normal looking mugs. While the majority of mugs were obscure shapes and designs or merchandise of some kind whether for movies, shows, or even bands, it seemed like you had it all. 

“Pick whichever one you want.” 

“Oh man I don’t know how I’ll choose.” Bill muttered, moving closer with Ted who gently placed a hand against the blonde’s lower back for a few seconds as he moved closer in order to see the mugs better.

After standing around in the kitchen for fifteen minutes while they sorted through your mugs, you finally were able to go back to the living room. You kicked one of the tie-dye bean bags further away from the sofa so you could sit on it and still see the two of them better. Both boys took their spots back on the couch, Ted sitting criss-cross and holding your favorite Scream mug close to his chest. Bill sat with his back against the arm of the couch with a Spiderman head mug. He was facing the both of you with one leg propped up on the cushions, his foot pushing against Ted’s thigh and the other leg hanging off the couch.

The three of you had been sitting in the living room for a while now. The rain was pouring even harder outside but none of you cared. You shared stories back and forth, telling them how you knew who they were, which brought up the conversation as to why they kept calling you Armageddon Lady when they first saw you. 

“So… You’re telling me that in your universe I’m some really famous actress named Susie Cooper?” You tried to summarize the information both boys gave you, watching them nod excitedly before Ted said,

“Yeah basically! Except in our universe she’s, like, thirty eight.” 

“And she has a felony.” Bill added. “Unless you have a felony too, then I guess you have that in common.” 

“What?! No, I don’t have a- holy shit was not expecting that… I can’t believe she...” You let out a shocked laugh, leaning forward over your crossed legs “Wait what did she do though?” 

“Vandalism.” Ted was quick to answer “The princesses told us about it when it happened, they’re really into all the celebrity gossip stuff.” He smiled softly, looking down at the now empty mug that he still cradled in his hands, tracing the rim with his thumb. “Susie was dating this really famous drummer dude for a few years.” 

“But caught him cheating with some lady reporter.” Bill chimed.

“Yeah, so Susie had this really big freak out, showed up at one of their tour shows and totally trashed their tour bus.” Ted frowned slightly before continuing “I mean, I think the guy deserved it. Cheating is one of the most heinous things you could do to any babe.” 

Bill nodded, adding “Let alone Susie Cooper.” before taking his final drink from his mug.

“Jeez, and didn’t you say she was a child star too? Poor lady’s been through it.” 

“Yeah I’ll say.” They both agreed simultaneously, their responses meshing together. 

Ted couldn’t help but admire how well you were taking this, after the initial shock of it all, you seemed to be fine now. He could now see how truly different you were from Susie Cooper and any other character she played, you were unique to yourself, and that much was obvious with how you carried yourself. He felt more curious about you and who you were with every word you said, any gesture you made, or how you could easily joke with the both of them. Ted couldn’t help but feel drawn in by you. 

But he also knew that eventually they would have to leave, and oddly enough he feared that they wouldn’t be able to find their way back. Not ready to let this already blossoming friendship be discarded completely. So when it was time for them to leave, they had to figure out a way to come back, not wanting to just up and leave after you had been kind enough to give them shelter when you could have just easily left them in the rain to freeze. No, Ted couldn’t do that to you, and he knew Bill would feel the same.