#I like to do it earlier in the day but eh I'll do it right after this

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

Let the man LIVE Shaun xdd

Like idk, if they spend this much time on it and it's nothing that would be kinda weird but at the same time I think just thing after thing? Shaun might be reading into it

Oop o.o but yeah you do have to decide if he's a danger to his patients

Hmm I bet Shaun's just gonna be seeing things that have always been there but in this light now

Or at least for some of it he might

😬😬😬 but also c'mon y'all it's just a pause

No it's a trust issue if everyone else finds out Shaun's suspicions xdd

Ughhh I hope this all works out okay and I hope Glassman is okay 😭😭❤️

That's the last of my last thoughts! Now it's time for the. . .

REVIEW

I really enjoyed this episode! I thought it was great :D. I'm glad we got to see everybody working together by the end :)). Though the drama with Lim and Andrews seems to jus tbe getting worse o.o. Also of course the Shaun and Glassman scene were amazing - heartbreaking and adorable a lot of the time :')). I'm so glad he's okay cancer wise 🥰🥰, but okay period doesn't look like it's gonna last o.o. I'm scared xd. Anyway, I loved all the storylines this episode :). But I hope we don't get another huge fight 😭.

By the way, everything after the first line was now, a little over a half hour before the next episode, so this'll be pretty short lol. And also because I don't remember all the details of what happened xD.

Now time for the individual parts!

Jerome and Dalisay! Our two favorite nurses 🥰. We didn't see much of either of them, but what we did was great :D. And in Jerome's case heartbreaking for some of it 😭❤️. Anyway, I love them both :)). They were great at their jobs :D. Hopefully we get more of them soon!

Lea! It was great to see her supporting Shaun, of course :')). And also, great idea sending them out together to look at cribs XD. Thank you you queen lol <3. I love her 🥰. And I'm sure she was great at her job :)). Also AAHHHH their nursery is coming togetherrrr :'DD I literally can't take it 😭❤️❤️.

Park! We didn't see to much of him, but he was great :'). I do think his opinion on Morgan picking the gender had its points, but both sides did. I'm glad we got to see them all have that discussion though, it was cool :)). I love him ❤️. He did great at his job :DD.

Asher! I would put him with he other residents but that's just too many lol. Anyway, he did great :)). He was great at his job 🥰, and AAHHHH the karaoke scene at the end was so cuuute :'DD!! Also SLAYY on his talk with Kalu 👀. I figure they both had their points, but yeah - sometimes you just have to take risks. I'm glad it all worked out :)). I love him 🥰❤️.

Andrews and Lim! O.O. Y'all the D R A M A!! I was thinking they'd made up a bit but then that ending scene o.o. I really hope this doesn't last too long - those two are good friends, and I hope they can keep that <3. Also I simply just do not deserve it <3 😭 XD. But, besides all that, they did slay :). They were great with their drama xD. I love them both :). And they were both great at their jobs (though that was in contest by each other lol).

Morgan! My girlll 😭😭😭. Her storyline was so sad this episode <333. Not completely, and the picking the sex conversations were cute :), but the fact that after all that hard work, how much of her soul she put into that baby, it ended in tragedy? 😭😭😭💔. I'm really interested to see where her staying with Eden goes though :')). And I do hope that she ends up going through with the appointment, since she's come so far with it. But if she doesn't, she doesn't <3. Anyway :'). I love her <333. She did great at her job this episode :')).

Jordan, Perez, and Kalu! The newly founded love triangle is together here XD. I can feel that the drama with that is just STARTING up, but I do think it would be funny if Perez and Kalu became besties xD. Well, you know, good friends lol. Anyway that whole situation was THE TEA O.O. I am glad Danny apologized and explained though, that was great :')). And once again, Jordan slaying xD. Sometimes soon she won't know everything though, lol. Anyway, I'm also proud of Kalu for being able to take that risk and be confident in himself :'). He did the research, he knew the facts <33. Slay :D. They all did amazing at their jobs :)). I love them all <333 🥰❤️.

Shaun and Glassman! Y'all their scenesss 😭😭😭❤️❤️. That honest conversation in the crib store though 😭 :'DD. And just in general Glassman trying to pass on all of his knowledge and advice while he can? Heartbreaking and so sweet 😭😭😭❤️❤️. I literally can't with them <33. I really hope nothing's up though :'((. And that it doesn't cause too big of a rift xd. Because honestly, I don't know if I'd prefer Shaun to be right or wrong. But even if he is right, I think there will definitely be some things he's looking too far into. Anyway, I'm glad they worked everything out this episode :')). Even if it looks they're just gonna do it all again xdd. Yes, I live in fear, why thank you :')). Of everything with what's to come xD. But, still :'). They did great. Shaun was great at his job :')). And I assume Glassman was too lol. I love them both so much ❤️❤️❤️. And as a pair :')). My babeys <333.

Overall, I really enjoyed this episode! I thought it was great :D. It definitely carried the drama, and while it looked like everything was resolving (like, on all three drama fronts, maybe even Morgan too if you count her), it swooped in last second and made even bigger drama XD. Seriously though, I hope it all works out <33. Even for all my nervousness though, I am excited for the next episode :D. And to see where this all goes! But yeah :)! I loved all the storylines, and the cases were great too :D 🥰. Certainly very interesting! And despite the heartbreak with Eden, I'm glad everything mostly worked out :'). Worked out on the other side, and partially there xd. But I think the highlight really was the characters and their relationships with each other :). As it pretended to clarify and improve them and then ultimately showed them getting worse and/or more complicated XDD.

So yeah! I loved this episode, I thought it was great. I'm nervous for the next one! This has been my review of. . .

The Good Doctor, Season 6, Episode 19: Half Measures

It was great! I'm excited to see what happens next, but I'm scared too. I'll be back next week with my review of. . .

The Good Doctor, Season 6, Episode 20: Blessed

See you next week!

[slashingdisneypasta]

Hades x Reader || Drabble

Plot: He's a villain; So you would- could never, ever fall in love with him.

'Sooner or later you're gonna want it. And the second- the second that happens, you know I'll sup in; have myself a real good day.' - Spike, Buffy the Vampire Slayer

... But he'll still wait patiently, for you.

Warnings: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Mischaracterisation?

Tagging: @asperol-with-izzy , @disney-android-foundation , @lady-love88 , @marinerainbow , @miss_understood , and @yesthetrashbin .

The instant that you see the villain in your house, waiting for you again lounging on your bed, smoke spread all over the floor; you groan. "Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh- "

Hades only shows a flicker or irritation by your obnoxiously drawn-out moan, before its snuffed out with a roll of his shoulders and he gets up from your bed. Now his head grazes the ceiling but he comes here so often, asking you on walks with him and bringing you dinner you couldn't have scrounged for yourself with a weeks pay despite how many time's you've told him no, never, so you're past the fear of him setting the house on fire. His yellow eyes glow in the dim room and, like always, it causes a little warmth to spready in the pit of your belly- you ignore it. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll be gone in a sec, okay babe? I got places to be today, anyway. Just gimmie a minute, here."

"Why should I?"

"Uh- " This time real frustration passes over his face; settling for a few moments as he speaks. "Well you don't have that much of a choice, doya babe? So just shut up and listen, eh?"

Not-at-all scared, you just roll your eyes, setting your basket down on the side table and crossing your arms impatiently over your chest. "Fine. What do you want? I don't see any exotic fruits... another walk?"

Here, a smirk slips over his mouth; The flames atop his head give a happy crackle, and he gently shakes his head. "Not this time. Unless, I mean- you want to?? I can reschedule my meeting with the Fates, if you- " When he reads your expression, a familiar and cold 'hell no' written all over it, he sighs. Disappointed, but... not surprised at all, anymore. "Right. Right- uh, look babe. I just came here to let ya know, I... "

Hades? Lost for words?? That almost concerns you. Almost makes you lower your freezing cold exterior, and ask- ... but no. No. Instead, you tighten your arms over your chest and increase the impatient, expectant look in your eyes. Like, hurry up.

"... Okay. Look. I like you, (Full name). I might even go so far as to say I'm fallin' for ya- and thats new to me. I'm lost in some really unfamiliar waters, here," He chuckles, nervously, looking truly out of his depth for a moment. "Thats never happened to me before, this is new, and I- I- I'm tryin' to do it right. Sweep you off your feet; all that romantic jazz. Which I honestly think is kinda psychotic-... But uh... " His eyes lift from somewhere on the ground to your left, up to your eyes and he gives you another half-smirk. "I think we both know its not my thing."

... breaking your silence for a moment, you give a little tiny nod; not sure where this is going. "We do." You say quietly.

"Yea. Well, between you and me- its not workin' as well as you'd think, is it?"

"... no."

"Right, so," He rolls those broad shoulders again, giving his neck an uncomfortable stretch. "I'm uh- I'm gonna stop trying."

That gives you pause. " -What??"

"-not that I'm done here, exactly, no no no. I don't give up so easy, sweetheart. I'm gonna be here, or well- around. Waiting. And some day if... And someday when, you decide ya want me, then I'll come for ya. Just call."

Eyebrows furrowing, you suddenly remember something Hades said earlier. You'd almost forgotten it, because it seemed unimportant before, but now seems significant. "... Why are you going to meet with the fates?" Does he... know something? Is going to ask something?? What-

He just grins, infuriatingly. And his body begins to disappear into smoke, and your eyes widen- because- wait! "Remember what I just told you, babe. Keep it in mind, mull it over. I got nothin but time and I don't mind using it waiting on you. You're kinda worth it, eh?" -He didn't answer your question!

"But!- "

"Lookin' forward to your call, sweetheart."

"I'm not gonna call!- "

"Uhuh."

[exhaslo]

ngl you should really write more like feral miguel idk if i spelled it right…

MHMMMMMMMMM I LOVE me some Feral Miguel O'Hara. With all the stuff I got going on it's hard for me to squeeze more shorts in, but fear not. I got chu fam.

Warning: Smut, P in V, breeding, size kink, and oh so so much more.

Summary: You just had to interrupt Miguel after he specifically told you not to.

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Miguel has has enough with the week. Each day just kept pushing him closer and closer to the edge. Everyday there was something going wrong, something to add to his stress; and everyday you were there to tempt him. Not only was Miguel ready to murder someone, but he was also ready to fuck your brains out.

Groaning lowly to himself, Miguel tried to ease his pain. He was nearly rutting against his desk, trying to distract his brain from his aching cock. It had been a few days since he touched himself. It had been a good fifteen hours since he had heard your voice. Smelled that sweet scent you gave off. Drank up the way your suit hugged your body so perfectly.

"Shit," Miguel cussed as he shook.

Miguel had to stop thinking about you. He was getting harder at the thought of you begging and crying under him. Maybe, just a small touch. He did sent out a message to everyone to leave him alone for the rest of the day.

"Miguel~ You sounded stressed earlier, so I brought you a little gift~" You cooed, holding up a bottle of liquor.

"You need to leave," Miguel hissed. You swung up to his platform, leaning over him,

"It isn't good if the leader is stressed!" You huffed.

Miguel inhaled deeply, taking in your scent. His eyes open wide as he snapped his head in your direction. You smelled stronger. You were trying to open the bottle, squeezing the bottle between your thighs. Miguel hovered over you, grabbing the bottle and your hands. He brought one of your hands to his lips, licking them and inhaling the scent more.

"M-Miguel" You stuttered, growing red. Miguel pinned you against his desk, his tongue swirling around your fingers,

"Te dije que te fueras. No puedo parar ahora, no después de oler tus dulces jugos en tus dedos. (I told you to leave. I can't stop now, not after smelling your sweet juices on your fingers.)" He groaned.

You squeaked, growing more embarrassed by the second. Miguel swapped your fingers for your lips as he feverish kissed you. His hips rutting into yours, desperate for contact. His bulge was practically fucking your cunt. If only the suits were not in the way.

You muffled a moan as Miguel lifted you onto his desk. His talons ripping the bottom of your suit, revealing your soaked sex. He licked his lips, deactivating his suit. Unable to wait, Miguel held your hips as he kept swallowing your moans as he entered his cock within you tight gummy walls.

"I'll taste you next time, right now, I just need to fuck you," Miguel groaned lowly, slapping his hips into yours.

"Y-Yes!" You whimpered, shaking as his tip bruised your cervix with each thrust.

Miguel grunted as you moaned under him. Finally, he got to shut you up by shoving his large cock inside your pussy. His pupils were blown as he watched your face contort with pleasure. His pace grew faster and harsher, wanting to hear more. He had the whole rest of the day to fuck you. To make you his.

"Look at you, swallowing my cock so good. Tú también querías esto, ¿eh? Querías que mi polla te follara así de bien. Nadie más puede hacerte un desastre como yo. Nadie más puede convertirte en mamá. (You've wanted this too, huh? You wanted my dick to fuck you this good. No one else can make you a mess like I can. No one else can make you a mommy.)"

"Mhpm~ M-Mig..." You cried out, reaching your orgasm. Miguel rutted into you deeper,

"That's right. You're mine. Let everyone know who you belong too." He grunted, feeling you twitch and suck him in more, "Say it. Say what you want me to do to you."

"A-Ah~ M-Miguel!" You held onto him, feeling your vision blur from his brutal pace, "I-In...I-Inside!"

Miguel could only smirk as he gave you what you wanted. He thrusted his cock deep into you. His cum filling your womb. Miguel watched as you took deep breathes, relaxing from your high. He tilted his head as you gave him a satisfied look,

"We're not done yet. I have a lot of stress and a lot more to teach you," He started to slap his hips once more, watching you whimper, "I'm going to make sure you think of nothing but me. We have the whole day for you to learn your lesson,"

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Don't know why, but I totally had this other idea while in the middle of writing this one hehehe, won't tell you guys what it is until after I do my mini series~

[littleplantfreak]

Liar Liar - Sou Hayato

So this is the first part to a soulmate au that I wanted to try doing a series for. Just a small thing I'll definitely add to soon so here ya go!

AU prompt: You can't lie to your soulmate

SFW - not really anything to tag

“Are you three ready to order?” you ask, grabbing the pencil you shoved in your ponytail and wait for the boys to start.

“Ah I’ll have the number 5 with veggies, please.” The sweet orange-haired boy says as he points to his menu.

“Of course!” You turn your attention to the boy with the eye-patch. Is this a chuuni thing? Is there really no eye there? Did he lose it in an accident? It’s none of your business but everything about this boy screams different. Even the third boy with his hair two different colors seems somehow tamer. The one eye you can see is a deep mahogany and his tassel earrings sway when his head turns toward you.

“I’ll just have the green tea. I’m not on a diet.” He says, but his eyes widen slightly at the last part.

"Eh- Suo-san you said the other day you were on a diet! The orange haired boy cried, taking his notebook out and erasing something he'd written prior.

"It's a secret Nirei," Suo sends a tight-lipped smile back at him. "By the way," he turns to you again, "do you have any recommendations for my other friend? He's- what's your favorite thing from the menu?" Suo, eye-patch wearer who isn't on a diet, kicks his un-named friend in the shin before he can speak.

"Actually I hate the food here," you say bluntly, your sentence shocking yourself. That was NOT what you were going to say, and you can tell Suo knew that. How he knew that is something you'd very much like to ask but you were at work. You try saying something similar to what you intended to say a second ago, leaving your own opinion out of it to parrot what most would say the best meal was here. You look back and around to see if your manager heard, but to your relief everyone working was either on break or busy on the other side of the room.

"I already know what I want so can I order?" The third boy breaks you out of whatever weirdness just happened and you jot his order down before turning on your heel and heading to the kitchen. Walking back, you can hear Suo telling his friend he was rude to interrupt and his friend shoots back some response you can no longer hear.

The rest of the interactions with the group were normal enough as you tried to answer any questions vaguely. You catch Suo staring before they walked out the door to leave and found that he'd left contact info on a small page of the same paper the orange one, Nirei if you remember right, had in his notebook.

Pocketing it, you think back to your slip up earlier but eventually chalk it up to fatigue from work. It would be weird to text someone who left you their number...but he left if for that very purpose so saying hi couldn't hurt. He was kinda cute and you definitely want to find out what's behind that eye patch and IS he on a diet or not? While you're suddenly plagued by thoughts about a guy you just served tea to at work, Suo walks home wondering if tomorrow is too soon to come back to a restaurant whose food he also doesn't like.

(*Note Chunni is short for Chunnibyou which is slang for like...the type of kid who thinks they're a superhero and is super dramatic and embarrassing about it. Usually its just younger kids being delulu if y'all haven't heard the term before. Google is better at explaining it.)

[midnight1nk]

⭐️A few days ago...⭐️

Wow, what a wholesome episode! "The rosemary to my bread", dude, I hope my future partner will say that to me one day. Now that I had my weekly dose of silly, time to check the Puzzlevision website! Eh, I bet it's going to be the same as...

[*SCREAMING*]

WOTFI 2024 PREDICTIONS REVISITED

⚠️ DISCLAIMER IN INTRO POST ⚠️

An eye for an eye...

How are we feeling, SMG4 fandom? It's that time of year and many have speculated about WOTFI as well as what might come afterwards. Myself included with my previous theory posts, suspecting that something big is guaranteed to happen. And we didn't have to wait long.

On the 14th of September, just a few days ago, the channel's latest episode, 'SMG4 and SMG3 come up with an episode' was released. But what truly made the fandom lose their mind was the sudden change of the Puzzlevision website. If you need a refresher, here is what it looked like before:

It had:

[puzzlevision.tv] being the site title and URL

Mr Puzzles' logo

A central image that transitioned between a webp to a gif file and vice versa on certain occasions

(after choosing Save As option) the image already labeled as Now Airing

Now, there was talk about this that wasn't left originally, stating that the image (that used to be larger) now had a black border around it. At least, at the time. As someone who has worked with web design, there's actually a number of reasons why this is.

Depending on the resolution/zoom setting on your device, it might alter the site's layout.

As said earlier, the image alternated between a gif to a webp. All websites require a background color underneath all of its assets so the change in image/file size may have shrunk than what was originally. Especially if you are attempting to make it look seamless between the transitions.

Long story short, It's simply how web layouts are: formatting gets a bit wonky from time to time.

Anyway, as I already mentioned, the website has changed to this,

(supposedly someone said the password was "carnival")

Then, to this:

Changes include:

The title "War of the Fat Italians 2024" with a similar URL [www.wotfi2024.com]

SMG4 logo

A whole new layout design (obviously) which just gives off 'Greatest Showman' energy

And now we've come to the present day: fans have already submitted their minigame challenges and preparing for a carnival-themed adventure. For me and other theorists, though, we're having a field day. From the clues I gathered on the website and a few past episodes, I might be able to put together what the channel has for us this year. Let's revisit my "WOTFI 2024 Predictions"!

I already covered a lot in depth in my "Puzzlevision 2: Now Airing" theory [link] and I'll be referring back to it here, so I recommend looking it over if you haven't already.

THE WEBSITE

I was honestly surprised that I was right about a couple of things. The main one being about the website itself.

The people behind SMG4 didn’t need to put this image in, they didn’t need to keep this website on. But they did.

Well, past Ink, you nailed it. And according to Cube (FM), this is the same website host.

"don't read into it too much"

Cube, with everything going on, I might as well interrogate a website for memes' sake.

Wait, what's wrong with it?

The fact that the website is used for WOTFI of all things is what's so strange. All the previous WOTFI'S asked the fans to submit their challenges through the comment section or social media. No other option was involved until now.

Maybe they wanted to try something different like what they did for WOTFI 2023?

That's a good point. It was stated that they wanted to be more experimental with their episodes. But even then, the '23 stream they hosted was on their channel, on Youtube.

Maybe they didn't want it to go to waste? After all, sites can be expensive.

Again, it's a good point. Depending on the domain they used and the apps connected to the site, it can be costly. However, I do want to iterate what I said earlier: they didn't need to keep this website up. Better yet, if they didn't want to raise any flags, why not keep the site how it originally was with the "That's all folks!" image? Why the change? Which brings us to our next point,

WHO IS THE REAL SMG4?

Let me explain...

After the change of the website, we got this post,

This brings up a lot of questions:

Who sent the letter?

If we can assume that's Four's hand, why did the post say "you" as if there is a narrator?

If Four had no idea about a carnival coming to town, then why would he ask us to submit challenges for a carnival he's supposedly hosting?

Well, they're pretty easy to answer. We already established that Marty would come back to be the most likely antagonist for WOTFI. I mean, this cardboard cutout managed to own a pizza shop, a casino, an airline company, and a spaghetti sauce brand. It wouldn't be a surprise if he also happened to own a carnival. But as I said in previous theories, Marty isn't working alone.

He's working with Mr Puzzles.

Mr Puzzles was the one who sent the letter to SMG4 just as he did for Wren in Western Spaghetti (indirect or not). It hasn't exactly shown if the letter had his seal on it. Not that it needs to anyway, they would recognize his logo and know they can't trust what's inside this envelope.

Remember how I said in my previous theory that one of the ways Mr Puzzles could control SMG4 was for our blue meme lord to be his eyes and ears? In the latest episode, SMG3 comes up with the idea of a carnival coming to the showgrounds for a week, and SMG4 wanting to go on the baby teacup ride.

Mr Puzzles was there, listening to every word they said to each other. He has been since "SMG4: Inside Out".

Could it just be purely by coincidence and just something out of improv? Sure, the SMG4 & SMG3 side episodes aren't really connected to canon. But like, c'mon, the channel knew what they were doing. Everything has to be put into consideration.

If that's true, the narrator could be Mr Puzzles, the second voice inside his head. Or, for those who love the goop!4 theory, the voice could be the demonic goo slowly taking over.

Now, back to the post!Four and site!Four. If we can assume the Four from the post is our Four, then the one impersonating Four would be Mr Puzzles, once again controlling the events in WOTFI. This time, using his website. Like Cube said, Mr Puzzles is the same website host as before. Also, look at these two:

It would be too obvious if we see a PNG of Mr Puzzles on the website again so why not impersonate his narrative foil. Well, at least look dapper while you're at it.

Or, even better, Four does know about the carnival but either the goo or Mr Puzzles are erasing certain memories.

A GAME OF WITS

Speaking of the website, let's analyze the description:

Step right up, WOTFI is coming to town and we need your challenges but this time...WITH A TWIST! We're doing a carnival theme this year and we want challenges named like a minigame and a description of what they are! For example "Whack a Bob - Who can smash bob with a hammer first?" OR "Pizza Pie Peril- Survive giant pizza's raining form the sky' Guidelines - Please only 1 challenge per person - Nothing inappropriate - Please add your internet profile name in the 'name' field below Thank you and see you soon!!! -SMG4

Carnival theme, huh?

Well, last year's theme made sense. Three's notebook was stolen and was risked of getting leaked. With the casino being heavily guarded, Four and Three had to sneak in. A secret mission to take back a secretive object.

If this WOTFI has Marty and Mr Puzzles working together, then It would make sense for a businessman and an entertainer would come up with something like a carnival. The best of two worlds: fun and capitalism. Besides, the Showgrounds would be a perfect place to host it since it used to be an abandoned carnival and Mr Puzzles having something to do with the land ownership.

[SMG4: Our New Home // timestamp: 5:38]

Now, what is peculiar is the use of the term "minigame".

Ink, it's a carnival. You have to stick to the theme of carnival rides and games.

Fair, but this is WOTFI we're talking about here. If you win a challenge, you get closer to the end and win a point for your side. For WOTFI '23, every choice impacted the story and therefore the ending. If the SMG4 crew plays and wins these minigames, what do they get in return? And if they lose, would there be a punishment?

It will entirely depend on how WOTFI would play out, in three scenarios:

Marty is revealed to be behind the carnival at the beginning of WOTFI and the Crew learns that, in order to reach him, they have to win some mini-games.

Marty isn't revealed until the near end. The Crew only came because they wanted to have some fun for the day but learned that this was a sort of trap created by Marty (along with Mr Puzzles but they don't know that yet).

OR BONUS SECRET OPTION

Both Marty and Mr Puzzles revealed themselves to be the ones hosting the carnival, meaning it's less likely that Puzzlevision 2 would happen unless something else happens.

Then, there is the phrase "WITH A TWIST". Sure, it could mean that it would be different than our regular old WOTFI, just as it happened in 2023. But WOTFI 2023 also revealed the twist that Mr Puzzles was actually the one orchestrating the whole thing, sending the fax to Marty about the secret recipe and his theme scattered in the background in multiple episodes. We might get a twist by the end of this year's WOTFI as well. Bonus points if we hear a version of his theme again.

Back in my Puzzlevision 2 theory, I predicted that the final battle with Mr Puzzles would happen back where it all started. With the carnival coming into the Showgrounds, it comes back full circle.

ONE STEP CLOSER

There isn't much to change from what I predicted:

Karen would be a key character for WOTFI this year. Maybe Karen just wanted her kids to have fun for the day, or even the corporation, her former workplace, gave her a tip that Marty would be there.

The Crew would have to find Marty's absolute weakness since he's technically invincible.

And possibly Pedro coming back to assist the Crew somehow.

But now I have a new prediction, based on the latest episode:

SMG4's and SMG3's relationship would change to a whole new level. That Four may need Three for something or if Three realizes something about himself, it would change their dynamic regardless.

It's really similar to how it was for WOTFI 2023 with small bits here and there all coming back to a single episode. (The notebook, the duo's meme guardian powers, Four's forklift, Three moving out of the Internet Graveyard, etc.)

It's still too early to confirm anything, but at the very least, we now have some idea what WOTFI may be about as well as evidence to back up some of my theories.

Will we get goop!4? God, I wish. I was listening to "Friends on the Other Side" and I was just imagining scenarios of Mr Puzzles taking complete control of Four with the goo. If it doesn't happen for whatever reason, I'll write it myself.

Oh well, we would just have to wait and see. In the meantime, that’s just a theory…

AN SMG4 THEORY

🎶Thanks for dropping by🎶

[your-girl-mj]

The Truth prt 2.1 [42!Miles Morales x Spiderwoman!reader]

summary: ending chosen: you told him the truth.

warning: few curses(?)

note: written in 3rd point of view, she/her for reader, he/him for miles.

created: july 26, 2023

published: july 27, 2023.

main story | other ending.

— Ending chosen:

tell him the truth

lie for his safety

"¡ay bendito!" he shouted, his hands almost pulling his braids out as he ran his hand on his head. "enough with your bullshit excuses! if it's not true, then what is the truth? tell me." he demanded, infuriated.

"why are you being so difficult?!" [name]'s legs finally gave up, squating down on the floor. physically and mentally exhausted. her hands are pressed on her ears as tears start to flood her lids, unable to control it as she is tired from everything. everything is too much for her right now. too much screaming.

miles sighed, rubbing his nape and looking down at his love. he matched her current height, sitting down in front, he opened his arms. as much as his anger is unbearable, his love for her is much more.

slowly but surely, she crawled her way to him and hugged him dearly. "I would never.." she continued to cry, "i love you... and only you." she sobbed, burying her head in his neck.

"i know." he answered, caressing her shoulder with a sad smile. he regrets what he said. he hates it. he hates every single thing he says, but what can he do? his anxiety is kicking in.

"then why would you say that?!" her voice is wobbly, but the anger is present. she's glaring hard at him. she pulled away from him, but he's still close by.

"because i know when you lie." he said firmly, his head soon drop as he sighed for the nth time for the last hour. "[name], we've been friends for six years and been dating for two years. i know you like the back of my hand."

"if you know me, then you'll know I'll never cheat." the girl's lips are formed into a straight line as her brows frown. the corner of her eyes, as well as nose, are flushed with red from crying.

"i know.. lo sé, mi vida. lo siento.. lo siento." enveloping both of her hands in his, he kissed her knuckles, one by one. "i was losing my mind at that time... please." [i know, my life. I'm sorry.. I'm sorry.]

she enjoyed every single one of his little peaks, "miles... i can't really tell you.."

his palm made contact with her cheek, thumb sweetly catching the liquid droplets. "we tell each other everything, why is this any different?"

her lips are trembling as she tries to hold a sob. "miles..." shaking her head no, she doesn't want to risk it. she loves him too much.

"cariño, por favor.." he kissed her. they both close their eyes in the process. [name] let out a little cry in his mouth before they pulled away. "you know you can tell me anything." [darling, please..]

"i'm just... so scared." she whispered, more tears to fall as the images of miles in her arms because she told him. she knows he's willing to sacrifice everything for her, and she knows he's willing to risk his life for her. just like she does for him every single day. "i can't lose you..."

"no me perderás, hermosa." he kisses her temple before pulling her into an embrace. his mind can't find any situation that will make you break up with him. "i won't let you go, i love you too much." [you won't lose me, beautiful.]

frustrated sigh left her lips as she shook her head. "you don't understand.." She clenched his shirt, his shoulder soaked with her tears from earlier. her face is now dry, as she started to get back to her senses bit by bit. she hates how she can't explain the whole thing.

"then let me understand." he kisses her forehead, holding her close. the guy was met with silence, clicking his tongue, and he rested his head on hers. "amor, sabes que odio pelear contigo... ¿cuál es el propósito de estar juntos cuando no tenemos confianza? ¿eh?" his accent is always calming to you, especially when he talks like this, caressing your shoulder as he speaks. [love, you know I hate fighting with you... what's the point of being together when we don't have trust? hm?]

[name] looked at him with uncertainties, she's hesitating. she's hesitating too much, and he can see it. "take your time. te amo, mamí." he kissed her again. [i love you, mami]

she couldn't help but melt at the old nickname, "yo tambien te amo, papí." miles smiled. he loves that nickname. [i love you too, papi]

it has been a little too over 3 minutes, that miles thought she'll never confess to him about the truth. before she opened her mouth, but words were left on her throat. [name] felt like a fool. she's been gathering up her courage, but she can't utter two simple words. she mouthed one, yet mute. "i'm.."

"you're...?" miles encouraged. she is still having a hard time confessing, and she hates how stupid she looks. "oh shit, don't tell me you're the prowler?" he teased, fully knowing [name] knows he and his unlce aaron are the prowler.

she lightly hit him, scoffing, "it's quite the opposite, actually." she beamed at him, the pressure on telling him is suddenly liften up.

"oh fuck, you're kingpin?!" he made a fake shock expression, a little too exaggerated in her opinion. it kinda reminds her how he was before his dad died.

"shut up," she nudged him, and the two fell into a fit of small laughs. the tension is lifting up by the second they spend together. she took a sharp exhale befire uttering: "i'm spiderwoman." her gaze was quick for his reaction.

but he stared at her blankly, "did mom put you up to this comic-con thing?" he rubbed his face. it's a little too early for something like this.

"what? no, miles—" [name] swiftly took of her (miles') jacket, revealing him fully her suit underneath. but he already stood up, making his way to the kitchen with his girl on his tail. "— look!" gesturing her suit.

"i'm just gonna get us some water, be right back." she rolled her eyes at his comment. he wanted the truth, she gave him the truth, but the asshole is not believing her. she frustrated, mad even. she finally gathers up the courage to tell him, and he won't even believe her.

she shoot a web on his back with a tiny pwip noise, then harshly pulled him back to her, "oh motherf—" he almost cursed at the sudden move, and his chest collided with hers, though his impact did her not damage when almost his full weight came crashing towards her.

startled by the sticky web, "what the—?!" another pwip was heard, [name] shoot a web to the remote that was near them, and it retrieved it to her.

she then toss it near a wall behind him and shot it with a flick of a wrist. the remote is stuck on the wall with her webs, helping it stick. "holy shit—" miles exclaimed again as he witnessed it, turning around to face his girl but met with clothes on the floor.

miles swiftly looked around and met with his girl's face upside down. "do you believe me now?!" she asked, with a frown, her arms crossed over her chest. she's wearing her suit with her mask off, which explains the clothes on the floor.

he looked up, seeing her standing on the ceiling. she's even tapping her feet, impatient with his answer. her frown stared to turn into a worried one, "what? you're not gonna say anything?" her hair sway in the air, with every strand being pulled by gravity.

she's spiderwoman, alright.

"metal." he utter as he fully take her in, a small beam capture her lips. miles snort a laugh out, mirroring her smile. "does anyone else know about... you being a weirdo?" a tease is present, his smile turned into a smirk when she rolled her eyes.

"you're mean, mr. prowler." [name] poked his forehead repeatedly and only stopped when he sway her hand away. "no one knows. except you, i guess." a cocky grin tug his lips, making her scowl, "oh god—"

"i feel a bit special right now. don't take it away." he peaked her forehead. his cocky attitude is still intact.

"you only know because you technically forced me," [name] shrugged, circling his figure. her feet still stick on the ceiling. "you didn't expect it, huh?"

"i didn't," he confirmed, nodding as he followed her face by spinning around as he spoke. "i'm - i'm impressed. my girl is the heroine of the city." he proudly announced in the quiet apartment. his face soon turned into a gentle frown, "you risk your life every day..."

spiderwoman then sighed, turning away from him, her steps came halt. "miles, no matter what you say, i'm not gonna stop being the -"

"friendly neighbourhood, spiderwoman." he finished for her, "i know, mamí." with a finger, he turned her head to face him, gently caressing her cheek in process. "i'm just worried for you."

"i'll be fine," smiling comfortably, "you know me, i always get up no matter what.." she captured his lips with tip toes, but shooting a web on the ceiling to stable herself. the iconic spider kiss. the two lovers catch their breaths once pulled away, [name] smirked, "i've always wanted to do that."

miles chuckled and shook his head, his braid sway in the motion. "gotta say, mamí, i know why hobo is after my girl."

[name] mask her wince with a giggle, shaking her head. she reached a hand to caress his cheek, and she beamed at the sight of him snuggling for her warmth. "sorry to ruin it, but hobie knew before you." she pursed her lips, biting her the inside of her cheeks as his soft stare formed to shock before it became a frown.

"you little shit," the girl couldn't stop the laugh from coming, when her boyfriend begun to walk away,

"mi corazón~!" she called in a teasing tone, jumping down with a thud she chased after him as he made his way to the kitchen for water. she attacked his back with an embrace, she stuck her feet on the ground, preventing him from moving anymore away from her. "te amo, papí." [my heart~!] [i love you, papi]

miles let out and exaggerated sigh, he peaked behind him, seeing his girlfriend who was smiling innocently at him. "you have destroyed my trust. you may let go of me, peasant."

"milessss!" she let him drag her on the floor. he's being dramatic, and he knows it. he's just being petty. "he's from work, of course he knows!" [name] quickly explained, her hold is still not losing one bit. "he's another spider!"

he took a sharp turn to her way, with a confuse expression, "how many spider-people are there?" the girl only smirks, knowing this is gonna be a looooong morning.

[cokou]

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Kidd × F!Reader × Law キッド×エフ！リーダー×ロ

event. 100 followers event! Requests all open till 17th of July 2024. ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ sum. Fighting over you is useless, you just need to pick which one! Decision is on you! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tw. No genre mentioned. Reader is a straw hat! Pre sequel to two other stories. ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ a/n. I had been delayed because, work and clearly Haven't had enough time to write at all. Hope y'all enjoy this! //Do not translate or transfer my works, this is my only account. Will not be crossposted anywhere. // Masterlist♡

Your eyes slightly open from the sun shining through your face by the opened window of your room on the ship, looking at the direction where light was shining. You slowly get up, you rub friction on your eyes to see much more properly, looking by the wall across the room whilst losing focus.

As you heard the loud arguments outside by the deck, you had figured that the men, Kidd and Law, were still here since last night. Not being able to recall everything that much, all you remembered was that they stayed by the ship drinking with the others involving you as well. You exited your room and was met by the windy weather, you shiver slightly and made your way into the sunny's kitchen.

You take whatever was left in the table and munched on it, proceeding to start the day earlier. Walking into the deck, the argument of the three men became louder to your ears, Luffy, Law, and Kidd. You heard that they were fighting something about what Luffy did.

"The hell's with you ruining everything again?!" Kidd blurted.

"Hah?! I didn't even do anything!" Luffy fought back.

"Coming from the guy who decided that running right through the bandits after stealing from them WAS a great idea." Law chimed in.

You continue to listen to their bickering and fighting across the upper deck, trying your best to not give a single care. But you just happen to want to eavesdrop on them, so that's exactly what you did.

"What? It was i great idea c'mon!" Luffy tilts his head.

"Where the hell is the GREAT idea there?!" Kidd was starting to hold grudges on Luffy based on his tone.

"We might just take (Name)-ya with us for the next next we do the work in the island." You lean on the deck as you heard your name coming from Law's mouth, he was planning to take you with them? You didn't understand why out of everyone he could've picked it was you.

"Right (Name)-ya?" Your eyes widen in confusion as Law looked up to your direction and smiled at you, slightly fixing his hat.

"Might be the greatest idea you got there Trafalgar." You felt even more confused as Eustass agreed on Law's opinion, which obviously never happens at all.

"Me? Why me?" You lean cloeer into the railing as you raise your voice for them to hear.

"Oooh! (Name), she's pretty good at those things!" Luffy smiled at their suggestion, taking on their side to take you with them.

"Eh, you seem like you'll get the fucking job done." Eustass adds. You tilt your head slightly of you could have probably messed up on with the mission.

Thinking about you falling into an endless ravine and not being able to scream for help, or get eaten by alligators, or possibly bitten by a large snake! You shook your head at the thoughts of dangerous, reckless things you could do from destroying their expedition.

"That won't be a good idea at all!" You step back onto the upper deck, crossing your arms as you look at them from the chair you sat on.

"Oh well, you don't have a choice (Name)! I agree with their ide—"

"Who the hell said I'm gonna agree to that?!" You cut Luffy off making him jump from your sudden outburst. But you think about it slightly, getting to spend time with Trafalgar and Eustass, THE Trafalgar and Eustass. You change the perspective of your mind,

"Fine, I'll do it!" You stood up from the chair and make your way to them. Luffy unknowingly smiles at your decision and so does the two. Before you knew it, you three were launched off into the depths of the Island, which was a pretty city. The way buildings and structures were built was perfect, it was definitely one of the prettiest places you've seen out of all the Cities you've been on.

"So what are we doing?" You ask them.

"Eh, just gotta steal some good ol' stuff in here, aye." Kidd answers. You nod at his answer and began looking and admiring the buildings.

"It's pretty much a suprise to get to work with ya, I didn't expect it to say the least." Law looks at you, the same usual straight face he displays. You nod at his remark and bring your hand to rub your chin, thinking of how you guys were fonna steal without getting caught in such a huge city.

As you three wander into the city hoping to find a building that looks like will be stuffed by treasure, you came across two ways around the city, a straight path and a right path.

"We should split into two groups." You suggested.

"Sure, go with me." Kidd grabs your wrists but was immediately stopped on his tracks by Law grabbing your other wrist as well.

"No, (Name)-Ya is coming with me." He pulls you back to him, making you fall into his torso as he moves you out of Eustass' reach.

"Fuck off Trafalgar! She's coming with me!" Kidd pushes Law slightly and grabs a hold of you. You push both of them away,

"ACTUALLY i will decide who'll i go with!"

If you chose...Law ↓

Kidd scoffs at your claim to be with Law and started walking off into the right path, staying on the place with Law. You two continuesly made your way towards the straight pattern of the cities roads. As you two walk along the road, you were met with much more tall structures and people, staring off into the distance, you seem to notice someone being chased off.

"What's with them?" You asked.

"Persons probably a bandit, let's go. We're definitely in the correct way." He grabs you and started running fastly into the same direction the person was being chased off. You two arrived Infront of the gate of the biggest structure in the city. Law decides to break off the lock and conceal the both of you inside.

Inside was definitely a large sum of golden furnitures, searching and ravaging the cabinets and drawers one by one. You two were so busy with taking all the items that it went past an hour inside.

Finally finishing with the little adventure inside, you two went out from one of the structures windows and landed on someones roof, trying the best to not attract any contact with the city people. Unfortunately you two's luck had ran out and you two were chased by Marines since someone had reported seeing you two running on the roofs.

Not only have they grazed your arm a bit but you two had managed to outrun them, successfully meeting up with Eustass into the Sunny once again.

If you chose...Kidd ↓

Kidd smiled widely as you pick going with him instead, mocking Trafalgar and laughing him off. He grabs your wrist and fled with you towards the right side of the city. Inside were homes of different sorts, the road was busy and there were lots of stalls by the road.

Unfortunately, you two had no enough money to buy anything from them, so the walk was pretty boring. Across the seemingly endless road, you two were led into an empty part of the city, being greeted with nothing but the sea. You two were frustrated and decided to enjoy some view first before riding out the main road.

"No treasure here then, that's shit." Kidd scoffs and grunts.

"What about we rob the homes instead?" You suggest.

"Great idea but, eh, no. That's a million times fucking harder, plus our goal is to not attract any attention at all aye." You sigh at his remarks and you gently sat down on the ground. You two first enjoyed the view, not knowing how much time had passed. Eventually Killer had come to get you two and said that he asjed Trafalgar where you two headed into the city.

Killer takes you two out the dity and back into where the ships were docked, sadly you two hadn't found anything at all, on the other hand, Law had brought a large bag full of golden treasures. It's safe to say that Eustass and Trafalgar picked a fight onto each other again.

Eustass calling Law boastful and overproud just because he found them instead of the both of you, whilst Law called him a jealous bastard.

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Back at the Sunny again, you three decided to end the day with dinner with the Straw hats, specifically you. You two slumped over your bedrooms couch and talked about how the expedition went for each sides, they weren't so bad after all! Thanks to Luffy messing up, you three had gotten clower in a span of the day. Especially with the person you chose to be with.

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Pre-Sequels; NSFW

More for us //T. Law × Reader

More for you // E. Kidd × Reader

©Cokou 2024, all works belong to me.

[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

10 & 11 with Paul please?

10. So apparently we have a vampire in the attic?

11. "I am not going to rob a hospital so you can drink blood."

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With a sigh, I closed the trunk, carrying the final box inside the house my best friend and I just bought. It had been an absolute steal - an old wooden house that was well taken care of for only a hundred thousand dollars. Amy and I had found it rather suspicious that a house this big would go for such little money, but miss Emerson had assured us that she wanted to sell it to some folks who would love the house as much as she once did.

So, knowing we had to move to be able to work around Santa Carla - Amy in the hospital and me at a dispatch centre - we decided to just take the deal. It was good. The place was awesome. We had enough space to live together, but we could also definitely have our own spaces.

"Was that it?" Amy asked as she stood in the kitchen, unpacking some of the supplies we'd brought along. I chuckled as I saw an "old fart" sign inside the fridge as she opened it.

"Yeah. I'm putting it upstairs, we can decide on rooms later. Is it okay if we do take out tonight?"

Amy nodded, handing me a leaflet - but as she realised I couldn't exactly take it from her, she put it on top of the box I was holding. As I walked upstairs, I couldn't help but feel that this was exactly right. No more big city drama, no more crazy things happening at the job. Just an easy live, in a calm and quiet town.

After calling the local pizza parlour for our order, Amy and I spent the rest of the night unpacking. We had decided on rooms, her taking the bigger one since her shifts were irregular, and she would need to wake up earlier - or come back later. That way, she could do so without worrying about the noise. Besides, the room I'd picked was nice as well. It had a walk-in closet of sorts and a big spacious window looking out on the grassland outside.

The next two days we spent like that, unpacking, decorating, organising - and in those two days the house began to feel like a home. I smiled as Amy left to go to work, enjoying the fact I'd have the house to myself that evening. Yesterday, we found the attic, and I had been planning on getting all our Christmas decorations and other stuff up there.

There weren't many boxes that had to go up there, but it took me a while to get them there. When I got up the attic with the last box, I tripped over some loose planks, stumbled forward and was about to drop the box when-

"Here, let me take that from you."

I screamed as a guy took the box from my hands, pushing me back into balance.

"Who the fuck are you?!"

"I live here."

"Who are you?!" I had grabbed an old, plastic Christmas topper and held it in my hand as if it were a knife. It was a pathetic weapon, but it was all I had at the moment. The guy was blocking the exit.

"I'm Paul."

"Okay, Paul," I said his name, not sure if it truly belonged to him, "I need you to get out of my attic."

"Eh- yeah, I can't do that."

"And why not?"

"Did Lucy give you the house papers?"

"Miss Emerson? Yeah, she did. Why?"

"You got the house. Not the attic."

"Then why weren't you downstairs in the past three days, hm? What, you're just creeping up here watching us sleep or something?"

He laughed - he actually laughed at what I had just said. "Why would I do that? Sleeping humans are lame, you know that!"

"Humans?"

"Yeah, it's what you are, right?"

"And you're not?" I asked him, even though I absolutely wondered how ridiculous this conversation would get. Surely he was just as much human as I was?

"No."

Shit.

"Then what are you?"

"Vampire."

Double shit. I looked at him, at the Christmas topper in my hand, and I shook my head.

"Listen, I don't know what you're on, but I'd advise you to get clean, alright? I'll look through the papers, and if what you're saying is right, the attick is yours. You're not invited into the rest of the house."

I didn't know if vampires worked that way, but if he truly was a vampire, not inviting him seemed like a good idea, right?

"There's no reason to be scared." He said as he saw me walk towards the wooden steps. He had moved aside, standing in a beam of light coming from outside.

"We just bought a house with a strange guy living in the attic. Excuse me if I am not totally relaxed right now."

"You know my name, and what I am. I mean, if you want me to not be a strange guy you could get to know me."

"No."

I was halfway down the steps.

"I don't even know your name!" He called after me, but I ignored him, looking for the papers he'd mentioned. I found them in the kitchen drawer, and sear he'd through them to find anything about the attic.

The attic belongs to Mr. Paul, who has chosen not to use a last name. He is allowed to live in the attic as long as he meets the following conditions:

1. He promises not to harm any of the living staying in this house.

2. He won't bring any of his victims in or near the house.

3. Nor will he clean up evidence of his feedings inside the house.

4. If present or future residents ask him to leave the attic, he can only do so if they have provided him with another sun-free location.

Mr. Paul has proven himself to be a vampire but has agreed to the terms and conditions in this contract in order to heal from his injuries sustained in an accident back in 1987.

I sighed as I dropped the papers. These were legal. Fucking legal papers talking about a vampire? Living in our - I picked up the phone and dialed Amy.

"What's up?"

"So apparently we have a vampire in the attic?"

"What?!"

"Yes. Exactly."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah? I mean, he didn't hurt me or anything but-"

"Is he for real? Like - vampires?"

"I don't know? The papers say so."

"What papers?" Amy asked.

"The contract, you know, the ones we signed to buy this place."

"Shit, I knew we should gave read through them."

"Yeah," I sighed. "But we can't evict him, and by law he's bound by rules like not to kill us or to bring kills home or evidence of kills..."

"But if what he's saying is true, we're living with a vampire?"

"Yeah."

"Alright," Amy sounded a little light-headed, "I think I'm going to hang up and faint for a bit, alright?"

"Amy? Amy?!" But I got no response. I hung up the phone, and decided to go back upstairs. If he really was a vampire, I needed proof. Also, if he really was a vampire living with two humans, I needed to know more about him.

"So, I found the papers."

"Good!" Paul sat on the ground, a joint in his hand. "So, whats up?"

"I need proof."

"What more do you need? Those papers are-"

"Not about you owning the attic, but about the whole vampire thing." I looked at him. "It sounds far fetched."

He grinned, and within seconds his kind - what? - face had turned demonic. His face had sharpened, his eyes turned an orange so bright it seemed to glow, his teeth razor sharp.

"Shit."

"You've got nothing to worry about!" He grinned as he morphed back. "I have made a vow to not hurt any living being in this house."

"But if you're hungry and we are outside?"

"Depends on the kind of roommates you are."

I paled, realising that if he was serious, this could also be a very serious problem.

"So, ehm, if we were to stay here, you know - and live with you - is there anything we need to be aware of?"

"I've got all I need up here, basically. But, if you want to be kind, I could do with some bloodbags."

"And how would I get those?" I mean, of course I knew how to get them, but no way would I ever do that.

"Just rob the hospital."

"I am not going to rob a hospital so you can drink blood."

"You could ask your friend, she works there, right?"

"I'm not asking Amy to steal blood for you!"

With a pout, he looked at me. "Then you leave me no choice but to eat you."

"I know where you sleep. I will fucking stake you if you even think about it."

"I was kidding!" He said quickly - too quickly if you asked me. Suddenly it clicked.

"Wait, you - someone staked you?"

He shook his head. "No, my best friend. He died before my eyes."

"Sorry."

He sighed. "We wanted revenge, you know. Eye for an eye, and that kind of thing. Dwayne got electrocuted. He burned up the minute that arrow hit him. David survived initially, not being staked through the heart, but when the Emersons found out, they laid him out in the sun to burn."

"How did you survive?" I asked quietly.

"I didn't. A dog pushed me into a tub with holy water, and I practically exploded. There were pieces of me everywhere. Lucy was the one to clean everything up, and as she had a bucket filled with pieces of me, she accidentally cut herself. Her blood started to heal me. Little by little, she fed me some blood, and after almost a year, I was back to my old self. She kept me here so the sun wouldn't get to me, and her sons wouldn't find out."

"You're welcome to stay here," I said softly. "And if you promise not to bite either me or Amy, you're also welcome to hang out downstairs if you want."

He has a soft smile on his face.

"We won't do any blood deliveries, but I am willing to cook for three."

"Deal."

I smiled, taking his outstretched hand. "Well then, nice to meet you, Paul."

[angelluvs19]

Zach Justice Nsfw

Alphabet

Btw I just recently started watching the podcast so this might not be super accurate but it's the vibe I got from him so far <3

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

- I feel like he'd be pretty good at aftercare. He would definitely make sure you're okay and cuddle you the second after, but probably in silence, giving you a few praises here and there

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of their partners)

-As much as I'd love to say he's a tits kinda guy, i can most definitely see him being an ass guy. He squeezes it playfully every chance he gets. Whether you're around friends or not he gives it a light smack as you're walking together. And oh my god does he love spanking you. He's fs a brat tammer, always finding a new way or reason to punish you. You'd be bent over his lap, severally confused as to how you ended up in this situation. "Zach what did I even do wrong?" "You talked back to me" "When?" "A week ago. now shut up and take it"

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

-He totally loves cumming inside of you. half the time he's practically begging you into letting him cum inside. "Aw come on sweetheart, please?? it'll feel so good. I swear I'll never ask to do it again" (he asks every other time you guys have sex)

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

- I kinda feel like he'd get off on the idea of getting caught. Like he'd purposely be louder when someone's home. And you'll be begging him to go slower so that it'll make it easier to be quiet, but it only fuels him more and does the complete opposite of what you ask. "But Zach what if Jared hears??" "I don't care if he hears, I'm not stopping"

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

-I feel like Zach would be very experienced. I mean he brags all the time about his sex game, and only you would be able to tell if they're jokes or not. Before you guys got together, you of course thought that he wasn't being serious, but oh were you wrong

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

-I feel like he would like doggy, but where you're laying on your stomach (Idk what it's called) like he'd just be gripping your hips with one hand and pushing your upper body into the mattress which the other while he pounds into you. You'd barely be able to breathe with your face smooshed into the pillows, but you wouldn't even mind

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

-He is so unserious it's crazy. Zach is the kinda guy to ask you a random question/make a joke while he's making you cum. Like he'll be eating you out and right as your about to cum he pulls away and looks up at you and goes "did you put the milk back in the fridge? You always forget to do that" or "oh my god Alyssa told me the funniest joke earlier-" like why are we talking about Alyssa rn??

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

-He definitely tries to shave as much as he can, but whenever he tries he kinda just gives up lol. Like he'll be in the shower about to grab his razor and he's like "eh I'll just do it tomorrow" and not get to it for another week or so unless you tell him too. But he definitely hates being super hair, so it's usually pretty trimmed

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...) 

-Zach can be very romantic in a relationship, but I have a feeling he wouldn't be during sex. To him, sex isn't supposed to be romantic all the time. Sex is supposed to be hot and fun, But that doesn't mean he's a complete asshole during sex. He fs praises you left and right. Like the amount of times this man praises you throughout the day is crazy. You'll just be sitting together on the couch and he'll go "Your so pretty sweetheart" or you'll move to give him a blow job during a makeout session and he'll just smile down at you and say "atta girl, always ready to please me huh?" 🤭

J = Jack Off (does he masturbate? If so how often?)

-I feel like Zach would have a high sex drive, like one that nobody could keep up with. So yeah he jerks off at least once a day. He usually watches porn since not being able to actually have sex means one or both of you guys are busy and can't call, but he of course prefers your help and lovesss phone sex

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

-Zach would be very kinky in my opinion. No vanilla sex. Even if it isn't super kinky and just a little bit of degrading remarks and light choking here and there, it would still be something. He's a small list of what I think his kinks would be

Breeding (Going back to C, he would love cumming inside you. I feel like he would love it so much that he's adapted a full on kink for it. Like if you're begging him to cum inside you, even if he wasn't close to cumming before, he cums on the spot)

Anal (I feel like he'd have mixed feelings. I mean yeah, he loves your ass, but he doesn't necessarily wanna be inside it, you know. But he'd love how tight it is, and definitely be down to do it whenever you ask)

Humiliation (I feel like he'd love to humiliate you during sex. Like if you're going down on him and you get so needy you accidentally start grinding on his shoe, he'll start teasing you left and right. "Aw, are you so turned on you gotta get yourself off in my leg? What a pathetic princess")

Degration/Praise (He lovesss to praise you. Like, when you're doing so good for him and doing everything he asks of you, he's gotta make sure you know what a good girl you are. But sometimes when you're being bratty, knows you deserve a little degrading, so he gives you just that. And he usually mixes them 🫠 like he always says shit like "Good slut" or "that's my pretty whore")

Dacryfilia (I feel like he'd love to see you cry during sex. Like if your cumming so hard that you start crying without even thinking about it, once he realizes it's not bad tears it boosts his ego wayyy up. Even though it def doesn't need to be boosted)

Impact play (Ive already spoken about how he loves to spank you any chance he gets, so why not a little more than spanks? I don't know if he'd be into all the toys like paddles, floggers, etc. but Sometimes if hes trying to ask you a question while he's fucking you and your too fucked out to listen, he'll smack your face lightly. Not in an abusive way, kinda just to let you know that he wants you to listen to him and or to make you realize he's even talking in the first place)

Choking (I honestly think he'd love choking you or anything close to it, such as jaw grabbing. It's a way for him to assert dominance in the best possible way. He hates thinking he's the 'alfa male' in the bedroom/relationship, but sometimes he wants to be a little more controlling. And what better way than to grab your throat and force you to look him in the eyes while he fucks you?) (bonus points if you hate eye contact like me lol)

And that's just a few

L = Location (Favourite places to do it)

-He'd literally do it everywhere and anywhere. Like he'll be setting everything up to film a podcast episode while Jared is still getting ready, and ends up fucking you on one of the booth seats instead, making you sit in the exact same spot he fucked you in for the entirety of the episode

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

-He gets turned on by the smallest things, I swear to god. This man will get turned on if you move your hands a certain way lol. Or he'll see you wearing a slightly shorter dress than the day before (Still barely above the knees and instantly getting turned on, claiming you were meaning to tease him (going back to when I said he'll always find a reason to punish you) but I feel like the main thing that would turn him on is eye contact. Like if you're having a conversation and you're just looking up at him, making direct eye contact as he speaks, he'd be tempted to bend you over the table and fuck you then and there.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

-I don't think he would really have any turn offs, but there are some things that he'd just never like. But I feel like he'd be down for basically anything

Bimbofication (He likes when your a little dumb during sex. Like when he fucks you so good that your brain barely even works, it definitely boosts his confidence and makes him even more turned on. But he definitely doesn't want it every time. And he wouldn't wanna force it on you either. He likes it when you're mentally there to fuel his ego and answer his random dirty questions he'll ask like "tell me how good I'm fucking you. Tell me how much you like my dick inside you baby" or he'll even throw out some rhetorical ones like "what if someone catches us mhm? What would you do then? Keep whining and squirming like a dumb slut? Hell you'd probably like it if someone saw us, saw me fucking you just the way you like?". He'd also be the kind of guy to like to receive dirty talk too. Like even if you just praise him for fucking you good he enjoys it)

Threesomes (I think he'd want you for himself and wouldn't like it if he saw someone else pleasing you. But that doesn't mean Zach would be possessive in a relationship. Like he'd never stop you from hanging out with your guy friends and stuff like that. But he doesn't want you thinking of other people while your together. It's just kinda common courtesy for him in a relationship which I agree with)

Roleplay (He's not into full on roleplay like teacher x student or boss x secretary but I don't think he's mind a little bit of playful roleplay if that makes sense. It probably doesn't but if you called him sir or maybe even daddy in a kinda playful manner he'd like it. I don't know if he'd be into daddy too much but I think he'd low key love being called sir)

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

-Omg he'd be sooo good at giving head. And he'd do it for hours to, just overstimulating you until you couldn't take it anymore. And he def loves doing it too, but he lovesss receiving. Something about seeing you on your knees for him just drives him crazy. He's playing with your hair while you do it, slowly pushing your head further down every few minutes

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

-Zach is usually more rough in bed than romantic. He definitely would rather fucking you fast and hard than slow and deep. But he does like the feeling of going slow because it makes him realize how much of him you can really take of him (he usually does it to tease you and make you beg for him)

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

-Zach lovesss quickies. Like that's mainly the sex you guys have. He wakes up with a hard on? Quicky. He's gonna be busy all day and not have time for sex? Quicky. He has no issues with them

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

-Zach would be down to experiment with anything honestly. He's the one that initiates most of the experiments but whenever you ask to do something, he's down

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

-Zach's stamina is probably insane honestly. Like I feel like he'd be able to last about 15 minutes until having to cum, and he'd be able to do at least 5 rounds. Like this dude could go for 2 hours, barely stopping. And he's also the kind of person to think they're done, but realize they aren't after a minute to breathe

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

-Zach wouldn't use many toys in himself, but oh my god does he use them so much on you. And this makes his foreplay insanely good. Like you'll just be laying on his head with a vibrator against your clit, hitting your 3rd orgasm of the night before any actual penetration

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

-I've already spoken about how he likes to humiliate you, and I feel like humiliation and teasing kinda come hand in hand. You'll be begging him to cum while he's fucking you and he just keeps denying you, smirking when you start to whine at his words. "oh come on, you can't have to cum that bad can you? I mean, we've only been fucking for like 5 minutes. that's pretty pathetic if you ask me"

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

-Zach def moans. Like he can't hold them back most of the time. I think he'd groan a bit too, but he's mainly just moaning in your ear, knowing that it turns you on even more

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

-I think Zach would low key like being submissive. I know that is probably a stretch but he's definitely a yes ma'am type of guy in my opinion. He wouldn't have a mommy kink or anything like that (as much as I hate to admit it) but he'd definitely love staring up at you while you ride him, praising him every once in a while "Mmm you look so pretty under me baby. Are you gonna cum inside me again?" And he'd just whimper softly, looking up at you with loving eyes and nodding him head saying "yes ma'am, anything for you"

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, pictures or words)

-Zach would def be like 6 inches or a little over. Like he's not huge, but he's above average yk. He'd be like the perfect length (and as said before he's usually not too hairy down there)

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

As said before, Zach has a very high sex drive. Like you guys will literally be in the middle of watching a movie and he just suddenly goes "hey, you wanna fuck?" Or you'll be out in public and he'll just randomly pull you aside into a bathroom and start undoing his pants without saying a word, expecting you to get the hint and follow along

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

-I think he'd fall asleep pretty quickly. He will help you with whatever you need, but once he has you in his arms, he's out

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Thx for reading this, plz give me any tips on how I can improve my writing in the comments :)

[howlingday]

A Most Unusual Unit

Good morning, or rather, good evening, "Nightshade". Excellent work on your last assignment. Thanks your efforts, the councilman has lived to see another day, much to the great benefit of Vale. Unfortunately, I'm afraid I have another assignment for you already. Your new target is the leader of the Spiders organization, "Little Miss" Charlotte Malachite. She is a grave threat to peace between Vale and Mistral. Your mission is to get close to her and gain any information that may be related to seditious activities.

In order to do this, you will have to marry and have a child.

Blake: (Spits out her coffee, Coughs) EXCUSE ME?!

Little Miss is a reclusive woman and is notably suspicious of others. At this point, she operates almost entirely behind the scenes. Her only public appearances of late have been her attendance at the elite private school her daughters attend. These events act as informal get-togethers for the upper crust of society and the lowest of low in the criminal underworld. You are to enroll your child at this school and gain entry to these events. However, admission deadlines are approaching fast. YOU'VE ONLY GOT ONE WEEK.

Blake: (Rips encoded-cypher paper in half) THEY EXPECT ME TO HAVE A CHILD IN SEVEN DAYS?! (People stare at her, Ahem!) Excuse me...

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Blake: Listen up, little girl.

Penny: I'm Penny!

Blake: Listen up, Penny. From now on, you are my child. As far as everyone knows, however, you have always been my child. Understood?

Penny: Understood!

Blake: You will address me as "Mother," as the elites do.

Penny: Mama!

Blake: Very well.

Old Woman: What an adorable girl~.

Blake: Thank you. We're the Belladinas. We just moved in.

Penny: I'm Penny, and I have always been Mama's child!

Old Woman: Huh?

Blake: (Thinking) You don't need to say that!.

Penny: Mama, I want a silenced pistol~!

Blake: If we see one on sale.

Old Woman: What a strange family...

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Jaune: (Answers phone) Hello, Arc residence.

Jaune: Oh, Saph!

Saphron: (Via phone) How are you doing, baby bro?.

Jaune: Good. Everything's good. I'm still hard at work in Vale!

Saphron: Still as weird as ever. Don't make me worry about you.

Jaune: You don't have to sound so mean about it! And I am not weird!

Saphron: Jaune, when are you going to get married? You find a good lady friend yet?

Jaune: (Thinking) Not this again...

Saphron: Listen, I might be offered a big promotion here soon, but that'd mean I'd be too busy to look after you. I'm not gonna say no right off the bat, but it doesn't feel right for me to abandon you in the big city. Like I always tell ya, I'm forever grateful for you taking care of me all this time, and that's why I want to make sure you're happy.

Jaune: I know, Saph. Thank you.

Saphron: I think I know some cuties out here in Argus. Maybe I could put in a good word for you?

Jaune: Ah! N-No! You don't need to do that! A-Actually, I'm heading to a party this weekend... and I'll be bringing someone!

Saphron: A girl?!

Jaune: Uh, y-yeah, I guess that's one way to describe her. So don't worry about me, okay?

Saphron: Alright. So, who's throwing this party? One of your co-workers?

Jaune: Mm-hm!

Saphron: Great! I'll have Pyrrha give me the full details on this girlfriend of yours!

Jaune: Eh?

Saphron: No offense, Jaune, but you can be pretty naive. I just want to make sure the girl you're digging isn't just digging into you, right?

Jaune: Uh, well-

Saphron: And I'm gonna hold off on this promotion until I know you're happy!

Jaune: Y-You don't need to-

Saphron: Can't wait to hear all about her, baby bro! Ciao~! (Click)

Jaune: (Hangs up, Pacing) What do I do?!. What do I do?!. I need to find a girlfriend now!. If Saph finds out I lied, she'll think there's something wrong with me!. Then she'll never get that promotion, and Terra'll be mad at me!. Adrian will never play with me again!.

Jaune: (Phone rings, Answers) Saph, listen! About what I said earlier, I was just joking! I-

Boss: (Via phone) Having family trouble?. That's unusual for you.

Jaune: Oh! Headmistress! I'm so sorry, I was-

Boss: Good evening. I have a client for you, Rusted Knight.

Jaune: (Eyes dim)

Boss: The Glass Unicorn. Room 1220.

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Jaune: Excuse me.

Proprietor: Oh, hello again, Jaune! How can I help you?

Jaune: I'm going to a party tonight, so I need my slacks patched up ASAP. Er, if that's okay, of course.

Blake: (Flinches, Thinking) How did he get by without me noticing?!. Jaune... Hm... Right. Jaune Arc, 26 years old, never married, and never divorced. Parents deceased. Seven sisters, six dexeased, one surviving, couple years older. They're both ordinary civilians with nothing on their files. Maybe I'm getting sloppy-

Jaune: Um, miss? You've been staring at me since I came in here. Is there something I can help you with?

Blake: He sensed me watching him?!. How?!.

Blake: Oh, uh, no. I just thought... you were really cute. Excuse me for being rude.

Jaune: Wait, so... I'm good looking to you?

Blake: Um, yes?

Jaune: Miss-

Penny: Mama! I got measured! Huh? Who's she?

Blake: He's another customer, like us.

Jaune: (Thinking) I almost asked another man's wife on a date! I've heard stories of men being murdered for things like that. BUT THIS TIME, I'D BE THE ONE TO DO THE KILLING.

Penny: !

Jaune: No! I can't even fantasize about a thing so horrible! It's thoughts like those that'll expose me as an ASSASSIN.

Penny: (Thinking) A- A- A- A- ASSASSIN?!.

Blake: (Spy)

Jaune: (Assassin)

Penny: (Telepath, Starved for entertainment) SOOO COOOOL!.

Blake: I thought he'd make for a good fit for the husband role, but his intuition could threaten my mission.

Jaune: I thought she'd be able to pull off the girlfriend role, but I can't afford any kind of unnecessary bloodshed.

Penny: (Looks down, Covering her face) Oh, boo hoo hoo! I am so sad about Papa!

Blake: P-Penny?! What are you-?!

Penny: I just miss my papa so very, very, very much! If only he could see me in my pretty dress!

Jaune: Oh, is your husband away?

Blake: Ah... You see... My husband actually passed a few years ago. I've been working hard to support my daughter as a single mother.

Jaune: Then... Then no one could try to kill me if I asked her!.

Jaune: Um, excuse me...

[ay0nha]

hello xx

Are you plannnig on doing a part two to ode to ruination? It is so good! you are fantastic

An Ode to Temptation | T.S.

PAIRING: Tommy Shelby x f!reader

WORD COUNT: 1.3K

WARNINGS: canon-typical things, talk of food/eating, Angst, smooches, guns being pointed, angst, drinking/being drunk, etc.

A/N: Hello!! I actually received A LOT of requests for this, which thank you all so much for the love!! I thought about it and Tried to write something, but I just wasn't feeling it AT ALL or as an ~ official ~ part II. BUT, I'll post the Rough Draft here.

Be kind; she's all over the place with rushed ideas/unedited/unfinished parts. Comments are always welcomed. Enjoy.

You were a master of speaking silently—you've spoken silently all your life, and you’ve had to live through entire tragedies because of it. However, once the yelling and failed attempts to leave wore out, it had become weeks of the same; the days held a repetitive blandness.

Your mornings were spent isolated, the overwhelming echo of the estate’s silence guiding you. The loneliness didn’t seep in until the afternoon when the rain forbade you from stepping past the door frame. However, the nights were unbearable. Even if you didn’t see or hear when Tommy came home, you could feel how the walls groaned at his presence.

You knew the maids whispered; you would, too, in their position. Nothing explained your sudden presence or what felt like your lack thereof. If anything, you were the ghost that haunted the house.

For your own good, you were told.

Tommy had fooled you that night. The party was performative, a distraction while he sent someone for your things. If Ada had known, you don’t doubt she would have tried to stop him. Or at least bought you some time. However, if she had realized your life was in danger, she would have already bought your ticket to skip town. Regardless, your destiny was determined.

You comforted yourself by the fire when your thoughts became overwhelming. It warmed your feet while the gin resting precariously on the chair’s arm soothed the pit in your chest. At some point, you stopped portioning yourself a glass. Holding the bottle by the neck, you lulled yourself further into the cushion with every slug.

“Not eating now, eh?” Tommy threw down his jacket in habit, marking his entrance. The sigh that followed conveyed his annoyance.

You looked up from the fire at the intrusion. You couldn’t decide if he was earlier than usual or if the grandfather clock was lying to you. Either way, you tipped your head against the side of the chair for solace.

“You want my attention, that it? Well, you ’ave it. ” The strike of his match was motivated by agitation. On the first exhale of his newly-lit cigarette, he said, “Don’t waste it.”

Tommy’s eyes bore into yours blankly. There were other things on his mind that even you thought were more pressing. You knew he found it easier to treat you like business than anything else. Tenderness was reserved for the nights the tunnels became too claustrophobic.

“Your cook’s shite.” You mocked drunkenly.

Hailed all the way from Italy, the chef you insulted was anything but. Nor was he at fault for your lack of appetite. It was childish behavior, but everything had become tit for tat. Tommy knew what you were doing, able to lure him in with such superficial words.

The call received was passed through his secretary only to be brushed off—another complaint of your behavior. They always reflected stubbornness, the same determination as the tales of the boy who cried wolf. And yet, Tommy struggled to ignore it as it frequented.

“Right…” Tommy ceded to himself. His frustrations were in vain, and he reminded himself he could be fair. “Let’s get something in you.”

“Offering to cook, hmm?” Your eyebrows raised in genuine amusement. He knew you well enough that you craved company. “Or is that below the Thomas Shelby?”

Something swirled in his chest, but Tommy brought the cigarette to his lips to suffocate it. Yet, with his free hand, he held it out to you.

When you were children, you barely knew Tommy. To you, he was just one of the Shelbys. You often confused him for his brothers, but he became definite when you finally spoke to him. Overlapped memories crowded the logistics of the conversation, but you could never forget your appreciation for someone like him.

The memory should have been bleak; the funeral brought lightening that highlighted every tear that streamed down your mother’s face. She was an unmoveable force, and for some reason seeing your mother break changed your own grief.

Neither of you nor Tommy had the capacity to understand death the way you knew it now, but Tommy guided that grief with knowledge beyond his years. You learned to grieve someone you didn’t know you could love.

The simplicity of the action entwined your lives, but it was lost after France. Everyone, including yourself, had changed. But for the moment, eyes closed, the memory made the thought fade.

You slid onto the kitchen counter, catching how Tommy rolled his sleeve until it met his forearm.

The actuality of the situation hadn’t hit you yet until you filled the humming silence. “I barely recognize you…”

Tommy seemed content entertaining you. It was the first time you’d offered him your undivided attention. “’m all heart tonight.”

“That it?” You mused, head cocking to take him in. Your tone was deceiving, posing genuine curiosity over your inner dissent.

Tommy was attentive, though, listening even as you trailed off into mumbling. However, he remained dexterous, concocting something simple. He knew the things you held dear, the comfort you found in your childhood food.

He had even memorized the particularities of their preparation; jam spread with a spoon from left to right; sandwiches cut diagonally, warmed to be able to feel its nourishment travel down; tea so hot that the heaping amount of sugar disappeared with one stir.

Tommy slid the plate to you, a mix of what he could find that hadn’t spoiled by the end of the day. He leaned back, arms tight across his chest as he waited for you to indulge. However, you slid it back to him first.

“Didn’t poison it…” He said, picking at the plate to prove his point. You rarely witnessed his appetite outside of cigarettes and booze.

You nudged him as you extended your dangling leg. There was no thought behind the action, but the attention pulled him closer to hear your words. “And I should trust your word?”

With a sigh of your name, the food was forgotten—Tommy took the bait.

“I can’t do this anymore.” You shook your head softly, the action dizzying. Without his jacket, the skeleton of Tommy’s gun holster highlighted his frame. It made it easy to place him between your legs.

He just wanted, needed, you safe. “It’s only until things settle in—

“London.” You finished the repeated lie. “Why is that, Tommy?”

You wanted to hear his confession. You knew why people were after you; you were leverage against such an unbreakable man. However, they seemed to understand Tommy’s feelings better than you. He never said it aloud. It had been years, decades, of a mutual lure that purposefully avoided the judgment you held for Tommy’s decisions or actions, ones you never compromised with.

For him, you were it.

“Tom?” You prompted again. You could see his struggle to form an admission even in your state.

Tommy broke.

He caved into you, your lips meeting his hesitantly but meeting with a longed-for firmness. Each time he pulled away, he only returned with more tenderness—the breaks between lessened, and so did the distance between your chests.

You almost got lost in something you spent years yearning for. However, you moved slowly in the way you knew would distract him. With the first layer of his guard down, the leather straps of his gun holster caught on your fingertips as you trailed along his shoulders. His body was yours; his shudder proved so.

Yet, once you hit metal, Tommy’s laugh mocked your insincerity.

You expected your hands to tremble. You hoped they would see if you had any trace of regret in the action. However, it felt freeing to rest Tommy's gun just below his chin. In your hands, it grew warm, a transferable heat of anticipation waiting for its purpose only you could provide.

Tommy's grip on you remained firm at the hips, lips still ghosting your own as he turned your threat into his own. “Go on, then. I taught you well."

[manysketchbook]

Firffels: the Wuzzles Competitor That Disappeared

Recently, I found this toy at my local thrift store. I thought it was an oddly cute nativity toy, but upon closer inspection the tush tag read "FIRFFELS. I'm glad to be a SHAMEL." I did a quick search online and the first result was this page on Ghost of the Doll, a toy collector's site that archives information about 80s/90s toys and includes a forum where anyone can seek help with identifying toys. This lead me down a rabbit hole of figuring out just what Firffels were: a failed line of toys promised to be the next hot phenomenon, with minimal documentation online and a handful of toys floating around in thrift stores.

Other than Ghost of the Doll, I found info about Firffels in this 2010 blog post by Trish Babbles (written in an edgy, mean-to-be-funny style that I think is too uncharitable, but it was a different time to be online lol) and this blog post by AF Blog. My other info comes from Othello Bach's website dedicated to the book itself (her personal site is no longer functional) and from a handful of youtube videos I found of a Firffels commercial. Many thanks to these sources, without them there'd be like, nothing online about these creatures.

Firffels are based on the children's book Who ever Heard of a Fird? by Othello Bach, first edition published in 1984 by Caedmon Childrens Books (upon Googling, it appears that Caedmon is owned by HarperCollins now and focuses on audiobooks). The story follows Fird, a fish-bird hybrid, as he travels the world to find other firds. Along the way he encounters a goofy, lovable cast of other hybrid animals who have all never heard of a fird. The story ends with fird learning to love his uniqueness and find peace with being who he is. As is apparent in the Amazon link above (not sponsored, just showing my work), a used copy is $86 dollars right now. An audiobook narrated by Joel Grey (an actor that I'm unfamiliar with who is apparently known for his role in Cabaret) was also released on cassette, listed on Ebay for $75+. Luckily, there is a youtube video of someone doing a complete read through of the book, but the camera angle is poor. This is the only visual record I could find online of the interior illustrations by Michelle Dorman, other than a brief look at a few in a low quality VHS promo rip I'll get to in a minute, and the image below from an Ebay listing. There may be a few more photos in some Etsy listings that I missed.

In Trish's blog post they complain that Shamel is an ugly monstrosity and there were a few comments on Ghost of the Doll's forum of the same nature about Shamel, but I think Shamel is the cutest one! It just looks like a new breed of camel, meanwhile Fird in the background here is...he's so cartoonishly goofy. Idk how else to describe him. He's so fuckin' goofy. He'd make squeaky Spongebob-esque sound effects when he walks, I imagine.

The book was allegedly a hit and Remco bought the merchandising rights. They went all in, as is detailed in the 5 minute promotional video below. Based on a cast of 6 characters, plush toys and posable action figures hit the market with a promise that Hanna Barbera would develop an animated tv show starring Firffels, housewares would be made, there'd be a clothing line, and Design-a-Firffel contests would be held. A few housewares seem to have been made and plush toy sewing patterns were released, but I was unable to find evidence that anything else moved forward.

Absolutely fucking insane fact: according to this video, Caedmon Publishing was owned by Raytheon at the time. Thanks Raytheon for these cuddly children's toys and also, uh, horrific weapons of war?

After I bought Shamel, I went back to the store to see if there were more. There were! I found Bertle and Elephonkey, who still had the original tags. I swear the day earlier I had seen a frog toy with butterfly wings but it wasn't there anymore. I remember passing over it and thinking "eh, butterfly wings on a frog aren't cute," and did not bothering even looking at the tags. My mistake. Turns out that toy was worth a decent amount of money and was part of this whole story.

Bertle's pink belly super bright in real life, like neon. There is a sunbleached spot on it's front.

Elephonkey is the only one with original tags. I also included an image of the tush tag. For each toy the tush tag is the same but displays the character's name.

Hybrid animals are not a unique concept. Wuzzles, a line of plush toys that were animal hybrids with wings and likely made to compete with Care Bears, are brought up in most posts and forums where Firffels are mentioned--usually to disparage Firffels as being knock off, less successful Wuzzles. Wuzzles weren't exactly successful either, though they definitely lasted longer and had more reach, likely due to the backing of a Disney/Hasbro budget. AF Blog in 2015 makes a good point that I agree with: it's unlikely that Wuzzles and Firffels were ripping each other off due to production timelines. Toy lines can be in development for years before any information is made public. It takes a long time to design toys, then get them to a manufacturer, then go through the revisions process. Not to mention the time it takes to ship things out, negotiate contracts at every step of the way, etc. And, as AF Blog notes, Whoever Heard of a Fird? was released in 1984, a year before the first Wuzzles tv episode aired, and Firffels hit the market a year later.

People draw hybrid animals all the time. For example, furry adoptable artists draw hybrids all the time (take a shot every time you find a closed species that is a feline with a fish tail or deer feet or some other animal's defining trait), the Lego movie had Unikitty, and I literally went to Walmart today and in the toy section there was a miniature rabbit-like rainbow animal with wings and a unicorn horn there. The thing that makes these toys potentially appealing, in my opinion, is that they choose safe and popular traits: sparkly horns and feathery wings, for the most part. Things that are easily marketable.

The thing with Firffels is that they combined animals with traits that are less immediately appealing. Image below from Ghost of the Doll.

Some of them are cute but the others miss the mark. Personally I like Shamel and Bertle (the plush version only tbh).

Worth pointing out is that the character illustrations do not match the toy designs. If you go back and watch the commercials included in the 5 minute promo video, you can see that the Bertle plush and action figure are brown and green rather than pink and blue, and that Shamel's hair is brown instead of purple. I saw varied photos of the Butterfrog plush: some were lighter green while others were darker. Could be an issue with differing cameras, but I don't know for certain. And then there's Elephonkey, who is the most inconsistent of the bunch:

The first image is the prototype toy as it appears in the commercial. It is grey and flesh colored, with odd looking plastic hair. The second image is from Ghost of the Doll, of how the Elephonkey action figure actually appeared in stores. Third is a photo of my Elephonkey plush. Compare it with the official character art...well, he's not my favorite design in any incarnation.

I think the toys in the commercials were prototypes that were changed to brighter colors so as to appeal more towards girls. In the 30 second plush commercial there are 4 girl actors and 1 boy actor, with the camera shots getting closer to and focusing more on the girls' faces, so it would make sense. In contrast, the action figure commercial features 1 girl and 2 boys, and most of the camera shots are of the kids' hands playing with the toys, giving off a more boyish, gender-neutral vibe. Classics of gendered marketing, am I right? lol. But I think the change was a good one. I wouldn't have picked up Shamel if I hadn't seen the purple hair, and I definitely would not like Bertle if he wasn't pink. It gives the toys more of a cohesive style, a unique identity, and they fit in more alongside the Wuzzles/Care Bears visuals with the vibrant, happy colors. There's more of a toy-like quality to them, which increases the cuddle-ability and inspires more of an urge to play.

Discovering and logging all this inconsistency has been pretty fun. But it makes me think that these toys were probably doomed by a chaotic, unorganized development process behind the scenes. And given that the book was published in '84 and toys hit the market in '85...the signs seem to point to production being rushed.

To be fair to Firffels, it was probably a little harder in the 80s to hit it big with kids. You had to be lucky, you had to have connections with the right distributors, you had to anticipate what is universally appealing to children--one of the most unpredictable audiences out there--and you had to pay to air your commercials during prime child viewing hours. These are all things that are still true, but we have the internet now and the advertising power of the internet is scary. Going viral on TikTok has the potential to skibidi someone's toilet career. iPad babies are growing up into grade school kids who throw birthday parties every year and get toys as gifts. We are living in an era where mass-producing cheap little polyester plushies and plastic figures is easier than ever and corporations have massive budgets to pump into kids' eyeballs through every advertising avenue they possibly can. They don't even need to come up with the designs anymore, they can just partner with whatever Roblox game is popular right now and capitalize on that. Maybe Othello Bach should get on Roblox.

Actually, it appears that Bach was given the short end of the stick by the time Firffels were pulled. Though her personal website is no longer up, her other website dedicated entirely to Whoever Heard of a Fird? has some info:

At the height of Fird's success, with over 100 licensees cramming the store shelves with children’s merchandise and an animation contract with Hanna-Barbera, the book and all the merchandise suddenly vanished from the shelves.  Although she lost the rights to several other published children’s books at the same time, Othello has never received a reasonable explanation for what happened.

So this passage actually clears something up for me. This whole time something that hasn't really lined up is that I had assumed that Othello Bach published the book first and then was approached for merchandising rights after the book sold well. I actually think now it's possible that from the get-go the book was written with the intention for it to become a worldwide sensation. Not so much Bach's intent, though. I have some professional familiarity with licensing and other such creative publishing contracts, particularly with books. Based on what I know, I believe it's more likely that Bach pitched her manuscript to Caedmon Publishing and Caedmon, seeking to create popular IP, was like, "this has potential and we are going to sign you on not only for the book, but for more." That might be why the character designs are so strange: they were trying too hard to get famous quick and had instructed the illustrator (it is regular practice for publishers to pair authors with an illustrator and given how much was on the line for this IP, Bach might not've had much input here) to design characters that could also become toys. It's unlikely that Michelle Dorman, a kids book illustrator, had product design skills needed to make standout, awesome toy designs. Not a knock on her, illustrators just have niches within their field that they're best at it. It's why you see so many illustrators complain about how often they get approached to design logos--that's not what we do, thank you.

What's sad is that clearly Bach had signed a bad contract that gave away most of her rights as the writer to the publisher. She openly says so above. My guess is that Caedmon told her they needed more rights than usual to be able to conduct so much merchandising (like signing contracts with Remco, much easier to do when you don't have a third party also involved), and because they were pouring so much effort into it on their end. Bach is just the writer, so while the original idea is hers, Caedmon would have matched her with an illustrator and taken charge of all the licensing and merchandising. For a publisher this is a huge commitment financially and personnel-wise, so it makes sense why they would have put forth a contract that gave them so many rights. If Firffels had become as popular as they'd hoped, they don't want to not own the IP. They would have poured all those resources into it and not be able to reap all the rewards because that pesky author would own it. It's almost like contracts like these are predatory and only serve the interests of the publisher. Almost like publishers are companies existing in a capitalistic system and therefore only serve profit, not people. Almost like companies will never truly have artist's best interests at heart, and if you are ever to sign a contract with a big publisher you need to have a good lawyer by your side.

It makes me so sad to read that they didn't even give her a reasonable explanation as to why everything was cancelled. She does not even appear to have any of the merchandise on hand, as all the photos on her website are from Ghost of the Doll. In hindsight we can guess, obviously, why the cancellation happened but I'm in the moment it was probably upsetting. It's still upsetting, given that she has included this in her website for the...revamped book!

However, like Fird, Othello refused to give up. For the next 20 years, she tried to regain the rights to her work. Entertainment attorneys assured her it would never happen.  They said, "It can't be done!" But... it could be done and Othello did it, regaining the rights back to all her work.

Yeah, so, I actually think this is the saddest part about the whole thing. She managed to get some of the rights back and republished the book with...new art...that looks so fucking BAD. Image from her website:

Sorry to this illustrator, but got damn. There is no sauce to this art whatsoever. It is unseasoned, not even salt and pepper. This looks like ass and would never fucking fly with any editor worth their chops. It took me ages to figure out that the long yellow curved line is Fird's tail. Like, this is so unbelievably sad to me. I don't even really like the original art a whole lot, but compared to this...

My informed guess as to what happened is that Bach lawyered up and fought. As we know, Caedmon is now owned by HarperCollins. I can't say for certain but there was probably some case to be made that Caedmon being sold breached the contract, or nullified parts of it, or perhaps the contract expired. It could even just be that HarperCollins didn't care about an old, unprofitable IP and granted Bach her rights back. There is also Remco to consider: they also hold some of the rights, but probably just for the merchandise? Given how prominently their logo is displayed on the toy tags, they might actually own a significant share. Perhaps they were happy not to have anything to do with the book so long as the merch rights weren't touched. I don't know! There's no info about it on the site and this stuff is usually under NDA.

So Bach got her rights back, but she's just the writer. She doesn't own any of the art, so in order to republish the book she had to hire a new illustrator. She likely did not have a huge budget for it, maybe even paying for it out of her pocket because the Choice Books logo she has in several spots on the Fird website appears to be for a distribute on demand service, in place of a traditional publisher.

As the writer, she also would not have gotten the rights to use the original audiobook, so she had one re-recorded. It also appears like she does not have the rights to the name "Firffels" either, as the only places it appears on the site are in photographs of merchandise and in titles specifically referring to the work that is still owned by Caedmon. She carefully refers to her own work as "Fird" for short or the book's full title, probably because she cannot legally imply that she owns or made anything else.

I dug into this thinking it would be a quick look at some strange, forgotten toys from a bygone era. Instead I found a story about how an artist can so easily be shafted by publishers. Everything always loops back around to workers' rights, it seems. Stories like this about shitty publishing contracts (see: Webtoon if you want to get into something current) still appear so often, man. It's depressing, and indicative that the publishing industry needs some reforming ASAP. Like, Illustrators, when are we getting a proper union?

But I'm glad Bach got her rights back and got her book republished within her lifetime. I'm sad she didn't have the budgets for a better illustrator. Sorry to bring that up again, I work as an illustrator irl and I have opinions about craft, lol. Also I just think that given how hard Bach had to fight, she deserved to have better art made. That being said, here's another link to her current website. There's not much there but what is there is a monument to a battle she fought and won, and is proud of.

The lack of detailed, clear, centralized documentation of these toys frustrates me. One of the most frustrating things about the internet for me is that there are few easily accessible, publicly available archives of toys--even for modern toys. I've had to use Amazon reviews and Ebay listings and broken online stores to decipher publication years. With this in mind I decided to do a write up and provide clearer pictures of the toys that I have (I'll take hi res pics in natural lighting too someday). Archives are important to me and the internet kinda sucks for it, I say as someone who started this blog for that purpose. If Tumblr goes down, so does everything I've posted here. As an artist who works primarily digitally, one of the scariest things is knowing that I'm laboring over an ephemeral body of work. It's just not going to exist for very long unless I print it out on archival materials. Data is not the same as a physical object. My Firffels have survived for 39 years but the digital art I draw every day is unlikely to last past 10 years because websites die and files get deleted.

I bought the Firffels from my thrift store thinking I'd resell them. I'm low income so I sell many of the things I thrift. I prefer to buy the older toys or the ones that need cleaning because it makes me feel better about being a reseller (I don't want to take away options from low income kids in my area, ya know?). But I'm putting in the labor to freshen them up and I'm putting in the effort to make unavailable toys available again, at least for one person. And I don't have a whole lot of shelf space to display the toys in my collection...but for now I think I'll keep them.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Mise en Place 9

Warnings: noncon, coercion, manipulation. Proceed with caution.

Thanks all for reading and I hope you’re excited for this one. All feedback is more than welcome and loved and appreciated. Reblogs are most helpful.

Part of The Club AU

You lean on the cart as you roll it towards the door. You limp but the more you move, the less difficult it is. Sonny turns and points at you with his knife.

“Where do you think you're going?” He barks and you freeze. “I told ya to sit your kiester down.”

He drops the knife and comes around the metal island. He takes your arm, not unkindly, and ushers you back to the stool he planted earlier by the sink. You hide your face, ashamed at your helplessness.

“This place will be fine with a bit of mess,” he goes to the door and pushes it open, “big guy, get in here.”

Thor appears and you keep your head down. The glasses on the cart clink as he turns it.

“You doing okay?” He asks.

“I got her. You get back to work. Enough to worry about around here,” Sonny goes back to the counter and washes his hands.

You turn and go back to washing, slipping down to just lean on the stool. Sonny clucks as he chops loudly behind you. The club is already buzzing with noise.

“Fell down some stairs, eh? Musta been some stairs.”

“Yeah,” you shrug and wince, “I told my landlord to fix the railing…”

“Mhmm,” he doesn't seem to believe your story. “Next time you hit those stairs back. Maybe carry pepper spray.”

“Sonny,” you sniff.

“Yeah, yeah, you fell,” he relents.

You sigh. What good would it do to tell the truth? When you did before, no one did anything. No one believed you. They won't this time either.

🦌

Work ends and you grab your bag and jacket from the back room. You make a slow advance through the empty barroom and stop at the top of the stairs. You're just as daunted by the descent as the idea of walking home in the dark.

“Ah, ah, fawn,” Thor startles you as he strides towards you, “you're not going anywhere without me.”

“What? I– I'm fine–”

“I must insist. I can hardly bear to see you this way. Do me a favour and let me get you home safe.”

You sigh but don't protest. You're exhausted and sore and scared. You can try to deny it but you can't stop looking over your shoulder for Johnny.

“Why don't you sit?” Thor makes you flinch again as he draws you back to the present.

You just nod and let him lead you to a stool at the bar. They're tall and you grab onto the bar's edge and step up on the cross bar to get up. Thor helps as he grabs your waist and guides you onto the seat. You wiggle and thank him, slouching down to make yourself smaller.

You lean on the leather trim as Thor sets to his work. You stare at the shelves of bottles and glasses. You just want to lay down and not think.

When he's finished, he pulls on his pale blue coat and checks his watch. You focus on his arm as his strength bulges under the fabric. You are safer with someone like him shadowing you.

He offers his hand to help you down from the stool. You ignore it and try to do it on your own, only to stumble. He catches you and puts you right. You really are pathetic.

The stairs are treacherous and at the bottom you're out of breath and trembling. Thor has his hand on your back as he ushers you outside, bidding a booming farewell to the bouncers. You just shuffle on, intent on your destination.

The walk is slow and quiet and long. Thor tries to chat, asking about your day, then if you have anything exciting going on. You grumble, no and no.

You get to the alley by your place and hug yourself.

“Thanks, I got it from here,” you give a tight-lipped smile.

“I don't mind,” he steps into the alley.

“No, it's fine, really, I can–”

“Come, I'll feel better to know you get through the front door in once piece,” he beckons you onward and you drag your feet.

You try to get ahead of him as you near the door, hoping to hide the broken handle. Before you can, he grabs onto your arm and hauls you back as he stops. He squeezes you tight.

“Your door–” he growls, “someone–”

“The inside one is fine,” you shrug and try to slip free, “it happens. It's a bad neighbourhood.”

“Fawn,” he keeps his iron hold on you, “don't lie to me.”

“Let go,” you plead and jolt your arm, only to make yourself yelp.

“You didn't fall, did you?”

“What?”

“Someone did this to you,” he grits out.

“N-no, I told you–”

“I knew it. When I saw you, I could tell,” he hisses as he turns back to you, making you face him, “why wouldn't you tell me?”

“It's not a big deal,” you whimper as his fingers crush your arms, “you're hurting me.”

He releases you, opening and closing his finger, bunching them to fists as he looks around the alley. You cower and touch the sides of your neck. The anger rolls off of him in waves.

“I'll be okay, I just want to lay down–”

“No, no, you can't,” he blocks you as you try to sidestep him, “what if whoever did this came back? What if they hurt you again?”

“He won't,” you murmur, once more he puts himself between you and the steps.

“He? Who did this?”

You shrug, “I don't know but… they wouldn't come back.”

“You know who did this. You sound so sure.”

“No, I don't--Thor, please, I'm tired and I need sleep.”

“Sleep? You can sleep. At my place.”

“What?”

“I won't leave you here alone. I can't. I wouldn't forgive myself if that menace returned and– how do you know they won't do worse next time?”

“Thor, please, it's not a big–”

“You keep saying that. Well, I'm making it a big deal. You come with me or I stay. Either way, I'm not leaving you alone.”

You huff. You can't argue anymore. You couldn't make him leave if you tried. You throw up your hands and hang your head.

“Why?”

“Why?” He echoes, “why would I want to protect my friend?”

“Why do you care about me?” You scoff and lift your chin, “what do you want from me?”

He's taken aback by the question, an accusation really. He shakes his head and takes a deep breath.

“Nothing, fawn, nothing but to have you safe and sound. As anyone should want you,” he slowly reaches to touch your shoulder, trailing his fingers down as you wince, “you are worthy, you know that, don't you?”

You pull back and cross your arms. You peer up at the dark windows and shake your head. You don't need to answer that.

“Can I grab a few things?”

[scentedashes]

"My Present.."

ArleFuri, smut, 18!++

Dom!Arle, Sub!Furina (Arle w/ a dick)

Short story since rushed 💔

Present AU

(I did not reread this for any mistakes sadly)

"N-ngh..! A-arle.." furina moaned as she screamed arlecchinos name, she was using a vibrator while fingering herself. "H-harder.. Hah.. Deeper.. Please..!" She was almost about to reach her climax, "Hmngh.." Her moan filled the room, bed sheets soaking wet. "H-hah.." She panted "When will you be home.."

She whimpers, begging and just wanting Arlecchino to be here already. Two hours later, it was already twelve am.. The doors creaked open, "Miss Furina?" Arlecchino enters and questioned, "Hm, shes asleep.." she notices the bed sheets stll wet from furina's climax earlier, "Naughty girl.."

She smirked and leaned to Furinas neck to give her a kiss on the neck. Furina moans, "E-eh?!' As her eyes slowly opened 'Why did you have to wake me up like that?!" Arlecchino giggled teasingly,

"Did i take too long? I see that the bed sheets are still wet.." Furina blushed from embarrasement,

"Why did you take so long anyway?!" She pouts

"Hmm, how about I make it up to you, make sure you're more pleased with what I can do then what you can do to yourself?" She teased while crawling in the bed, closer to furina. "You do remember its my birthday to day, right?" Furina gulped from forget ness,

"Pft- of course I did!" In a nervous tone "Oh? My.. my.. you forgot didn't you? Since you don't have a gift for me.. Why not BE my gift for tonight?" She hinted at what she wanted to do after her little stressful day.

"L-like?" Furina stutters

"Like a sex toy, my Droplet.. I've been feeling a lot stressed lately, why not try to help me stress it out? Hm?" She suddenly ripped Furina's clothes, seeing that she wasn't wearing any underwear under her shirt and shorts. "Oh? I guess my gift was easier to open than I expected.." Furina yelps from the sudden rip of her clothing, seeing arlecchino so thirsty and hungry for her made her a little scared, knowing she will in fact be rougher than usual..

"Now.." The buldge from her pants grew, finally.. she slipped down her pants revealing only her boxers and a buldge just wanting to be let out already. Her tip producing precum, desperate to put it in Furina already. She wanted to fuck her relentlessly, without stopping until both of them collapsed. "Ha... Ah.. fuck I can't wait." Arlecchino panted, Furina gulps from how Arlecchino was so needy and thinking If she'd even handle her. She finally pulls down her boxer, her dick bouncing out. "Doggy style. Now." She said aggressively, making furina immediately go in the position she wanted to fuck her in. "Handle me like a good girl you are, Miss Furina." She grinds her tip on Furina's clit, making her moan. A few seconds later she inserts the tip inside Furina, now making her whimper on how big it is.

"T-too big.. Ah..!" Furina said while her body trembled, how can she even be able to handle the birthday girl's dick this big? Arlecchino gropes one of Furina's boobs and plays with her nipple, she finally inserts half of her dick inside Furina, but it felt like she was slow.. Was she just making sure Furina can take her size? Maybe..

"Good.. Girl.. That's it.. swallow me whole." She inserts her whole dick inside Furina, making her moan and whimper every thrust,

"A-arle! Mmh..!" She moans, Arlecchinos thrust becomes faster and faster every time. "Good.. scream my name.. say who owns you." She felt Arlecchino getting bigger inside, Furina's eyes rolled to the back of her head.

At this point, Arlecchino was hitting Furina's g-spot almost every thrust. "I-im hah.. close.." Furina said in a weak tone,

Arlecchino was also close to hers. "Then I'll go faster." She didn't lie, she thrusted faster than ever, she wanted Furina to swallow and receive everything she gave her. Finally, she thrust her whole dick inside Furina, making both of them hit their climax. "Good.. girl.." as she came inside Furina, Arlecchino pulls out "Say.. round two?" She smiles and kisses Furina "E-eh.."

THE END

I'm so sorry I posted this late once again, and a short story since I rushed it.. if I have more time I'll try to make a long story once again 💔 But for now, the ending here is for you guys to desire what they'll be doing in round two 🫶

[bupia]

Can you please do 2, 14, and 48 (smut prompts) with Copia? Thank you <3

TENDER SEX

"I've never done it before..." "Well, neither have I." "You've never even touch yourself?" "I'll guide you."

There's a smut under the cut, +18 only, please.

(AFAB!Reader: semi public sex; dirty talk; swearing; Italian swearing; oral sex m-afab!r/afab!r-m; unprotected sex; breeding)

Available on AO3

Day 23 | Day 25

This is a part 3 from Erotic Photos and Phone Sex

As the days stretched on without Cardinal Copia, you couldn't help but feel a growing sense of longing. It had been a while since you last laid eyes on him, and the emptiness in your heart was undeniable. You understood the demands of his commitment to the Ghost project, but that didn't stop you from missing him. Was it selfish to wish for his presence, even if just for a little while?

The memory of your last video call together was etched in your mind. It had been a bittersweet moment, knowing that it marked the last time you saw him, even if it was through a screen. Copia's relentless schedule had him hopping from one city to another, making it nearly impossible to have those long, heart-to-heart conversations that you craved. It wasn't anger that you felt, just an ache in your heart that grew with each passing day.

But life went on, and you couldn't let yourself be consumed by the void his absence left behind. The Ministry demanded your attention, just like any other morning. Today, it was the mundane task of dealing with the laundry, and you were diligently folding the crisp, white sheets. The routine of it all helped to keep your thoughts at bay, at least for a little while.

Your lips moved silently, humming a tune that brought a touch of comfort to the laundry room as you meticulously sorted the sheets. The early hour meant that there were only a handful of your fellow siblings of sin present, but it was enough to keep the laundry process moving along smoothly. The familiar sounds of fabric rustling and the soft hum of the washing machines filled the room.

As the door to the laundry room creaked open, you didn't immediately shift your focus, assuming it was just another member of the clergy coming to lend a hand with the chores.

However, the sudden movement and commotion among your fellow siblings of sin made you furrow your brows in suspicion. Something wasn't right. As the others shifted toward the direction of the door, a wave of unease washed over you. Before you could react, you felt two strong hands grip your hips from behind, sending a shock of fear racing through your veins.

In that moment, a surprised squeak escaped your lips, your heart pounding in your chest as you turned your head, and there he was, the source of your longing and the cause of your surprise—Copia. His face broke into a wide, brilliant smile as his eyes met yours. The shock that had gripped you moments ago melted away, replaced by pure joy. Without a second thought, you turned your entire body to face him, closing the distance in an instant.

Your arms reached out, wrapping themselves tightly around his neck, and you felt him respond in kind, his strong arms enveloping your waist. The embrace was so tight, so close, that it felt as if your two bodies had become one.

You snuggled your head on Copia's neck, finding solace in his presence. "What are you doing here, Copia?" you inquired, curiosity and relief lacing your voice.

Copia chuckled softly, his breath a comforting rhythm against your ear. "We managed to come back earlier than I thought we would."

Your brows furrowed in curiosity. "How? What happened?"

Copia hesitated for a moment, a hint of annoyance crossing his features. "Eh... an annoying thing actually," he began.

Your concern deepened, and you gently pulled your face away from his neck to look into his eyes. "What? What happened, Copia?"

He met your gaze with a gentle smile and leaned in to plant a tender kiss on your forehead. "Let's not talk about it now, sì? I want us to enjoy the moment now." His voice was filled with affection and a hint of mischief.

A smile graced your lips, and you whispered, "Well, I'm glad that you came back, Copia..." Your words trailed off as you leaned in to give him a sweet peck on his lips. "I'm really glad."

Copia's gaze held a deep affection as he responded, "I'm glad to be back to you..." He took a step forward, still keeping you securely in his arms, causing your back to gently bump into one of the washing machines.

Your eyes remained locked on each other, an unspoken connection that transcended words. With a soft sigh, you removed your arms from around him, cupping his cheeks in your hands and gently stroking them with your thumbs. Copia leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a tender and loving kiss.

You inhaled deeply, your entire being melting in the warmth of his embrace. Copia's lips felt incredibly soft, and the connection between your mouths was perfect, as though they were made to fit together. His arms gradually unwound from around your body, his hands finding their way to your back, where he caressed you with delicate and tender touches of his fingertips.

With a subtle tilt of his head, the kiss deepened, evolving into something more passionate. Your tongues met in a sensual dance, a symphony of desire that only seemed to intensify with each passing moment.

The intensity of the kiss had your body instinctively pressing against his, and Copia responded by moving his hands to your hips, sliding them down to your backside. It was a heated, passionate moment, but your instincts kicked in, and you reluctantly broke the kiss.

"Copia!" you chuckled, your cheeks flushed.

"Eh? What?" he inquired, looking slightly bewildered.

"Someone can come in!"

His eyes widened in realization, and he turned his gaze toward the door, then back to you. "Should we... put a sock on the doorknob?" he teased playfully.

Your laughter filled the room as you leaned in for a quick peck on his lips. "Maybe just... lock it?"

"L-Lock... it?" Copia stammered, his own nervousness beginning to surface.

A hint of shyness washed over you, and you took a deep breath before nodding your head.

"Eh... I've never done it before... I mean... in a laundry room..." Copia admitted in a calm tone.

You couldn't help but giggle. "Well, neither have I..."

He began to say something, but you didn't let him finish. Instead, you nodded in agreement and bit your lower lip, your hand slowly trailing down his chest, making his eyes close and a sigh escape his lips.

"Lock the door, Cardinal..." you whispered, your voice laced with anticipation and a hint of mischief.

Copia, with a sly grin, quickly moved to lock the door, ensuring that your intimate encounter would remain undisturbed. The audible click of the lock sent a thrill down your spine, intensifying the atmosphere in the secluded laundry room.

His eyes met yours, with desire and affection in his gaze. You felt a rush of anticipation as he drew you closer. The hum of the washing machines became a distant echo as Copia leaned in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that reignited the passion between you.

"I missed..." Copia began, his words slipping between kisses, "...you."

A smile tugged at your lips, and you replied softly, "I missed you..." punctuating your words with sweet pecks, "...so much."

He withdrew slightly, his intense gaze capturing yours as his hands gently cradled your face. "You were really bad to me on this tour..."

Your eyebrows raised, and you played the role of the innocent one. "What? What have I done?"

Copia leaned in to whisper, "Made me want you. Want you so much that it made me feel like I was dying for you. All the moments I got hard on stage just with the thought of you... not fair... not fair, amore."

His confession sent a delightful shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but laugh softly. "Well, I can't say I'm sorry for that," you teased, your fingers gently brushing his cheek. "But now, you've got me all to yourself."

His voice was a soft, seductive murmur as he declared, "I intend to fulfill my promise of claiming you entirely..."

A thrill of anticipation danced in your eyes as you met Copia's gaze, his whispered promise sending a rush of desire through your veins. Lowering his head to your neck, he fervently pressed his lips to your skin, alternating between ardent kisses and sensual, gentle sucks.

Your fingers deftly moved to his biretta, lifting it from his head and carefully placing it on the washing machine behind you. Your hands then found their way to his hips, pulling him closer, and your arms wrapped around his back, drawing him in with an insatiable desire. With your eyes closed, you savored every sensation—the softness of his lips, the warmth of his breath, the cool moisture of his saliva, and the gentle tickle of his mustache against your neck. It was an intoxicating symphony of feelings that enveloped you in the moment.

"Mmm... Copia..." you purred and began to giggle. "I can't believe we're about to fuck in the laundry room..."

Copia chuckled softly against your neck, his hand finding the back of your neck and tangling his fingers in your hair, his touch caressing your nape. You emitted a soft groan and raised a leg to rub it against his own.

"We can find somewhere else if you prefer, amore..." he whispered, his voice sultry and tempting.

"No," you replied with unwavering desire. "I can't wait for it anymore, I need you to fuck me here, to touch me, to make me yours."

Copia's playful tone teased, "You want me to touch you? Why? You've never even touched yourself?" He brought his face closer to yours, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You chuckled, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement. "Oh, you're going to mock me now, Cardinal?" you teased back. "If you only knew how many times I touched myself thinking about you, and this..."

With your bold confession, you boldly reached for the bulge in his pants, and Copia's body tensed in response. He bit his lower lip, a low growl escaping him, and a devilish grin curved at the corner of his lips.

"Will you tell me about all those times?" Copia asked, leaning his face closer to yours, his eyes locked onto yours.

You brought your face even closer to his, your lips nearly touching. "I can..." you breathed, your voice a tantalizing whisper. "But I thought you would prefer to fuck me instead of talking."

"Cazzo, amore!" Copia exclaimed, his arousal evident in his tone and the hardness pressing against you. "You make me so hard..."

"Mmm... I can feel it..." you whispered, your hand gently squeezing his hardness.

"For the days I've been gone," Copia began, pulling away from you, and he started to unbutton his mozzetta. "Have you been attending the Mass?" he asked while removing his mozzetta.

"Some of them..." you replied, your gaze fixed on him.

"Bene," he said, untying his fascia from around his body, letting it fall to the floor, and then he moved on to his cassock, beginning to unbutton it. "What about confessions? Have you been confessing your sins?" he asked, peeling off his cassock.

You shook your head.

"It's not because our Dark Lord doesn't reprimand your sins that you should hide them," he admonished, moving his hands to his pants. "You have been sinning, sì?"

"A lot..." you admitted, biting your lip. "Especially when I think about a certain Cardinal..."

"And still, no confessions..." he shook his head, feigning disappointment.

"Is it because I don't want to confess them to our Papa," you said, taking a step towards him. "I want to confess them to my Cardinal..." you whispered, your hand reaching for his on his pants, your fingertips caressing his skin.

"In that case, on your knees for your Cardinal," he said with a mischievous grin, his eyes filled with anticipation.

You knelt obediently before him, and Copia's eyes smoldered with desire as he undid his pants. You eagerly reached for them, pulling them down. His member was already hard, and it sprang free from his pants. You gasped in surprise at the sight of it; it was larger and thicker than it had appeared in the photos and videos, the reality of it causing a surge of excitement and desire to course through you.

With a hunger in your eyes, you licked your lips and wrapped your hand around his throbbing member, stroking it slowly up and down. It quivered under your touch, and a pleasurable shiver ran through your body.

"Mmm...." he hummed in pleasure. "Molto bene, amore..."

You continued your attentive ministrations, feeling his member throb against your palm. The intoxicating sensation sent a rush of warmth between your legs, making you increasingly wet. You couldn't resist the temptation any longer, and with a bold move, you took him into your mouth, causing him to moan in ecstasy.

You began to suck on him, your head bobbing back and forth, your mouth expertly working over his throbbing length. The sounds of his pleasure filled the laundry room, a harmonious blend of your desires merging into a crescendo of passion and lust.

"I was right..." he began to say, his hand tenderly caressing your hair. "Your sinful mouth would really look amazing around my cock."

You moaned softly in response, your tongue swirling sensually over the tip of his throbbing member, savoring the salty precum that oozed out. With a tantalizing touch, you sucked on it gently, feeling it grow even harder within your mouth. You looked up at him, and saw his eyes glaze over with lust.

"I imagined this so many times," he admitted, his hands cradling your face, fingers tangled in your hair. "And..." he growled, biting his lower lip, "You look so beautiful, so utterly exquisite, while you're sucking my cock..."

With a playful roll of your eyes, you took more of him into your mouth. Copia moaned loudly in response and began to thrust into your mouth, the rhythmic in-and-out motion sending waves of pleasure through both of you. You made every effort to accommodate him, trying to take more of him each time he thrust inside, but his impressive size proved a tantalizing challenge. The remainder of him hung over your tongue, and you moaned sensually around his shaft, causing him to groan with unrestrained desire.

"Is that what you wanted, amore?" he asked, a hint of mischief in his tone. "Having my cock all for you?"

You nodded, your desire evident in your eyes, making words unnecessary. Copia, teasingly, pulled his member out of your mouth, and you whimpered softly, longing for his return. He extended a hand toward you, and you eagerly grabbed it, getting up from the floor.

Still a little breathless from the previous activities, you stammered, "W-What...?"

Copia inhaled deeply and shook his head, a playful glint in his eyes. "Unfortunately, your Cardinal also did a bad thing..."

Your heart raced as he knelt before you. "I need to confess..." he began, going with his hands under your habit. "I also have sinned..." he continued, his fingers tracing your skin. "Just pleasuring myself thinking about you, all those infernal days far from you..." His words sent a thrill through you, and as he reached for the waistbands of your underwear and pulled it down to your ankles, tossing it aside, you couldn't help but moan in anticipation.

Copia's hands caressed your thighs, and he went with his head under your habit, moving it closer to your wetness. As you felt his warm breath against your already dripping core, your legs trembled with desire. You reached for your habit, lifting it. As you did so, you caught a glimpse of Copia, his face flushed with anticipation, looking up at you.

He gently traced his tongue along your sensitive area, savoring your taste, and you responded with a soft gasp, your body arching slightly in response. A smile played on his lips as his tongue teased your most sensitive spot.

"You're so wet already, amore mio," he whispered, his voice filled with desire. "I can tell how much you want me."

You couldn't deny it, nor did you want to. Your desire for him had been a constant ache during his absence. All you had longed for was him, day and night, in every way imaginable.

"I want you so much, Copia..." you confessed in a soft whimper. "I need you so much..."

Copia grinned at you and then eagerly returned to pleasuring you. His mouth closed around your sensitive nub, his tongue swirling and teasing as you cried out, gasping from the overwhelming sensation. You tossed your head back in ecstasy, but soon your gaze returned to the sight of his head between your legs, captivated by the lustful connection you were sharing. Your juices flowed freely over his chin, and he lapped them hungrily.

"Ah! Copia... that's so good... please don't stop..." you moaned in pleasure, your voice filled with a deep longing for him.

His tongue darted between your folds, and you felt yourself shudder. He lapped at your juices, and then pushed two fingers inside you. You cried out, and then he added a third one.

"Does this feel better than when you do it?" Copia inquired as his fingers worked their magic.

"Yes... yes... yes... so much better... oh, fuck!" You gasped and writhed in response.

"You are so tight here..." he commented, fingers pumping your entrance with expert precision.

He curled his fingers upward to search for your spot, and as soon as he found it, you screamed out, throwing your head back in ecstasy. Copia grinned at your response, and you couldn't help but buck your hips, your body craving more of his skilled touch, your desires consuming you.

Copia began to move his fingers in slow, sensual circles, and you couldn't hold back your screams. Your entire body trembled with the intensity of the pleasure. But then, suddenly, he stopped. You looked down, curious, and saw his fingers glistening with your juices.

With an alluring hunger in his eyes, he brought his fingers to his face, opening his mouth and sliding his fingers inside. He sucked on them greedily, cleaning them thoroughly, savoring the taste of your desire. The sight of his unabashed desire and the intimate act intensified the desire between you, making you ache for more.

He stood up and began unbuttoning his shirt, his gaze locked onto you. Your eyes were drawn to the sight of his hairy chest being exposed, and you bit the corner of your lower lip in anticipation. Unable to contain your desire, you turned your back to him, leaning your body against the washing machine, and subtly spreading your legs.

"Please, Copia... Don't make me beg for it," you pleaded, looking back at him over your shoulder. "I need you inside me... Please, just take me now." The urgency in your voice conveyed your insatiable desire for him.

Your passionate words had the desired effect on Copia, igniting a fierce desire within him. He approached you with deliberate slowness, his fingers tracing a tantalizing path down the center of your back until they reached your enticing curves. His hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him, and he placed his other hand on your small of your back. Leaning in, his lips brushed against your neck, sending a delicious shiver down your spine.

"Say it again..." he whispered in a low, demanding tone.

"Please, my Cardinal... Make me yours..."

As the words left your lips, he slid his hands up your thighs, his fingers caressing your flesh. You gasped at the electrifying touch, your body arching in response to his sensual exploration. He ran his fingers through your folds, teasing you before he pushed one finger inside you.

"Copia... Stop teasing me... Please, I need your cock!" you gasped, your eyes tightly closed, lost in the sensations.

"That's better, that's exactly what I wanted to hear."

He smiled at you, then began to slowly slide his finger in and out, while using his other hand to massage your clit. He removed his finger from inside you, and your legs quivered in response to the sudden emptiness. You pushed your hips forward, looking at him above your shoulder with pleading eyes.

"Don't look at me like that, amore..." he purred, his voice filled with desire.

He positioned himself behind you, his hard length pressing against your dripping entrance. You gasped as he slid into you, his size filling you completely. He began thrusting slowly in and out, giving you time to adjust to his girth.

"Copia..." you moaned, biting your lower lip. "So good... Oh! Your cock feels so good... better than I thought..."

Copia furrowed his brows, closing his eyes tightly. "Merda, amore... You are going to make me cum fast with that tight, hot pussy of yours..."

"I-It's... o-okay..." you stammered, your voice trembling with desire. "Just fuck me... fuck me, Copia..."

Copia's thrusts became even more intense, moving faster in and out of you, his hips maintaining a rhythmic precision as he explored the depths of your heated core. His body pressed against yours, his chest against your back, and you could feel the rapid beat of his heart.

With one of your hands, you reached behind you, your fingers tangling in his hair. He began to kiss your shoulder, his lips caressing your skin while he continued to thrust passionately in and out of you. You pressed yourself closer to him, surrendering completely to the intoxicating sensations.

"Amore, Oh!" he moaned in ecstasy. "Your pussy is perfect, merda, I will never be able to stop fucking you..."

Your loud moans filled the room, and he maintained his relentless pace, thrusting harder and faster. The washing machine beneath you moved, banging against the wall, a testament to the intensity of his thrusts. Copia held you tightly, and with a deep, heated gaze, he pulled out of you. He turned you to face him, his desire-filled eyes locking onto yours.

Lowering himself, he retrieved his cassock from the floor, adjusting it. "Per favore, lay down, amore... I'll guide you..." he requested.

You nodded and obediently went to lie down on top of his cassock. Copia knelt between your legs, his anticipation evident in his eyes. He grabbed your waist and pulled you towards him, bringing you closer until you could feel the intense heat radiating between your bodies. You wrapped your legs around him, eagerly inviting him back into your warmth.

You sighed in pleasure as he reentered you, and Copia began to move his hips, thrusting himself into you with powerful and deep strokes.

"Uuuhh..." you moaned, your entire body trembling with pleasure.

Copia leaned forward, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring the depths of your mouth. You eagerly wrapped your arms around him, drawing him closer, and you returned the kiss with equal fervor. Your moans of pleasure mingled with his as he continued to pound into you, his member driving deeply and hitting your cervix.

He broke the kiss, and looked down at you. "I love you," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

"I love you too..." you whispered in response.

Copia's lips found their way to your neck, his breath ragged as he continued his passionate movements inside you. His teeth gently grazed your skin, sending electric waves of sensation through your body. He looked deeply into your eyes.

"Amore... I... I can't hold on anymore... I need to cum..."

"Me too, Copia... Ah...! Cum, cum inside of me... Please, I want you to cum inside of me."

Your words drove him wild, and his breath became even more ragged. Your bodies moved in perfect unison, your cries of pleasure filling the laundry room. Copia's pace quickened, and he straightened his body, gripping your hips, guiding you down onto his throbbing length. Your legs wrapped tightly around him, holding him close, and his thrusts became more urgent.

"I'm cumming, amore!" he cried out, his release erupting inside you.

You could feel his hot release shooting deep within you, coating your insides. You called out his name, the intensity of your orgasm washing over you as your body shook with pleasure. The passionate connection between you both had reached its zenith, and you clung to each other as waves of ecstasy coursed through your bodies.

Copia's body collapsed on top of yours, and both of you panted heavily, lost in the aftermath of your passion. You closed your eyes, savoring the warmth of his kiss on your cheek, which made you smile. He nestled his face in the crook of your neck and hummed contentedly.

"Do you think the washing machines covered our sounds, amore?" he whispered close to your ear.

"Hopefully they did," you chuckled.

Copia slowly straightened his body and withdrew from you, his release trickling out of your entrance. He collected it with the tip of his member and gently pushed it back inside, causing you to gasp.

"We don't want it on my cassock," he said, pulling away once more.

"That's okay, Copia..." you replied, chuckling. "If it gets dirt, we're in a laundry room anyway."

Copia looked at you, and then you both glanced around, before sharing a laugh. He lowered his body, capturing your lips in another passionate kiss. Finally, he was back with you, the longing and desire between you stronger than ever.

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June of Doom Day 8

“This is your last chance.” | Drowning | Chair | Prisoner Trade |

Content: drowning, intimate whumper, restraints, defiant whumpee, torture

"This is your last chance Whumpee."

Whumpee struggled against Whumper who was holding them above a tub of water by their wet hair. Water dripped down Whumpee's face as they gasped for breath.

"You can give me the information I need right now or we can keep going at this. I have all the time in the world."

"I'll n-never tell you anythi-"

Whumper pushed their head back under so fast that Whumpee didn't even have time to hold their breath. They coughed and sputtered while uselessly fighting against Whumper's grip. Their efforts were useless, immobilized by the tight handcuffs keeping their hands behind them.

Just when they thought they weren't going to make it, that Whumper was actually going to kill them, they were yanked out of the water. They took in all the air they could get before they were pulled under again. This time they didn't have as much fight left and quickly felt the world go black.

Whumpee awoke lying on the cell floor coughing. They turned over and slowly sat themselves against the wall. They tried to steady their breathing, hair and clothes still damp from earlier that day. Just as they started to relax, the door unlocked.

"Finally up, eh? You passed out on me. Had to end the fun early."

Whumpee scoffed. It definitely wasn't their idea of fun.

Whumper leaned against the wall with their arms crossed, "I have a little present for you." Oh gosh. That could never be good. "I feel like I haven't been going hard enough on you. You're still a little more comfortable here than I'd like."

Whumpee glared, "What do you mean not hard enough? You literally just drowned me until I passed out!"

"Ah, that's exactly what I mean. You're still talking back. You'd think with all that I've done, you wouldn't even think to, but that's just not the case for you, is it? You're so overcomplicated."

"Well, you can't expect me to just take you torturing me without talking back. It's your fault I'm like this anyways."

"I know. That's why I'm going to give you to my friend."

"What?"

"It's just for a few days. They are really good at what they do, even better than me. They'll hopefully straighten you out."

Just a few days. Whumpee could handle that. They should be glad to be away from their torturer, but Whumpee knew Whumper's friends were even more ruthless than Whumper which almost seemed impossible. They could handle it though. They had all this time. They wouldn't break now.

Whumpee was taken by surprise as Whumper pulled out wrist and ankle cuffs.

"What's that for?"

"To make sure you don't escape during transportation. Wouldn't want you to run away before we start. That'd really dampen my reputation."

Whumpee usually wasn't kept cuffed unless on rare occasion like when Whumper drowned them. They stumbled along as Whumper led them through parts of the base they'd never been before. Eventually, they found themselves outside. The sun hit them and they almost melted at it's warmth. They hadn't felt the sun in so, so long. Maybe this wouldn't be that bad. At least they finally got some fresh air even if Whumper's friend was apparently going to break them in or something.

Whumper waved to a friendly looking guy standing just outside of the base.

"Whumpee, this is my friend. Friend, this is Whumpee."

Whumpee almost laughed. There was no way this guy could hurt them, let alone a fly. Whumper was really making a mistake here.

"Nice to meet you Whumpee. I've heard a lot about you. I can't wait for our time together."

Whumpee simply nodded. They stayed strong as they were led into a car and driven away by Whumper's friend. This was going to be a nice break they thought. Boy, were they wrong.

Just a few days later they were begging to go back to Whumper. When the time came, they were dumped unceremoniously at Whumper's door. They nearly cried as Whumper picked them up and carried them to the medbay.

Everything hurt so bad. They were covered in blood and bruises. All they wanted was just a tiny break from the pain.

"Oh, you poor thing. I told you they were harsh. If you would've just listened in the first place this wouldn't have had to happen."

Whumpee cried as Whumper tended to their wounds.

"Shh, I know it hurts but we can't have you getting an infection." Whumper cupped their hand to Whumpee's face. "I know this was hard on you, but it needed to be done. Now you can be nice and good for me."

Whumpee continued to cry as Whumper comforted them. It felt so wrong. They shouldn't let the one who hurt them so much even be near them, but here they were. They were so desperate for even a second of relief that they pushed those thoughts aside. It was okay to need a break. They would take Whumper's comfort for a little bit then everything would go back to normal, right?