#again so sorry this is not supposed to be an attack you just accidentally touched at something ive been thinking about recently :D

[dol-dee]

Sorry to put you on blast /j /lh You kinda accidentally hit at something I've been thinking about for a while now, so ig this can be a disclaimer :D I really don't care if you reblog "old" posts from me, honestly please do! This is Tumblr, not Twitter, things stick around forever and should be interacted with and shared no matter what date they got posted

#Genuinely posts from 2014 or earlier still circulate and that's how it should be on here #I really hope this didn't come across as mean but I've seen this sentiment a bit too much around here recently

#So I thought it was important to mention. A lot of people keep using Tumblr like Twitter or insta or TikTok and that's not how this site works or should be used

TLDR: I really dont care if you reblog posts from the beginning of time thats how it works here ✌️

[hey-august]

i was supposed to go to sleep, but here we are...

WC: ~700

Warnings: NSFW, mdni, buggy x f!reader, fingering, multiple orgasms, "good girl," bit of misuse of devil fruit powers bc it just makes things easier to imagine

"Shhh..." Buggy hushed you before flipping a page.

Your teeth clamped harder on your lip, biting back the sounds that he deemed "too distracting." When you offered to help the captain with his paperwork, this wasn't what you meant.

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Buggy quickly lost steam when it came to bureaucratic drudgery. Anything he could delegate was passed off. Work that had to be done by him was also passed off. This worked until it didn't. Until the crew learned about his deadlines and his ploys.

Suddenly, everyone was busy. There were emergencies that needed immediate help. Excuses were said in between breaths.

"Excuse me, Captain, someone's stuck in the rigging." "Richie broke a claw and I need to check on him." "I broke my hand and have to go to the infirmary." "I have to get past you and do something else, sorry!"

Maybe no one said the last one, but that's what they all boiled down to.

And that's how Buggy ended up laying in bed, boots on, suffering through a packet that was actually important and couldn't get lost at sea.

You could nearly see the pirate's life fading away when you stepped into the room. His spirit was being replaced by unnecessary acronyms, legalese, and superfluous writing. With each word his eyes skimmed over, a sparkle died.

It was pitiful. And adorable, but you wouldn't tell him that.

You offered to help, figuring Buggy would be more than happy to hand you the papers, accidentally give you a paper cut, and wander off to get drunk.

Instead, he patted the spot next to him. You sat down, sinking into the divot he created, and leaned against his body. Buggy put an arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer.

You peered at the paper, ready to assist, when you realized Buggy had a different plan. A hand slithered it's way under your clothes and was finding a nesting place under your panties.

Buggy's fingers explored the area cautiously, chasing away the sensitivity and luring out arousal. He circled your bundle of nerves, avoiding contact and admiring from a distance. Buggy's warmth dipped lower, teasing you with how he almost touched the areas he usually attacks with passion and hunger.

"I thought you wanted h-help?"

"You are helping, now keep quiet so I can focus."

He kissed your forehead just as his fingertips collided with your clit. You gasped as the sweet electricity shot through your body and curled your toes.

Buggy stopped moving.

"I really do need to focus."

"I'll- I'll be quiet."

The movement started again and you sunk into your own body with a sigh.

Buggy knew how to play your body like an instrument. When to press harder and when to pull back. When you wanted small movements and when you needed something grander. When to keep tempo and follow the pattern, and when to create his own music.

The trembles in your body increased until the silent crescendos that left you twitching and panting. But with still more work to do, Buggy kept you underhand.

At first, you could pick out the shapes he traced. Numbers and figures to tally. Long digits that carried on longer than you did. Short numbers that brought about aftershocks of pleasure. Then the letters and words. At least, they were probably words. You couldn't hold onto them long enough to decipher the messages.

Buggy drew climax after climax from you body. You could feel how slick you were, a puddle collecting under your body. Every so often he'd pull out the hand and one of you would lick his wet fingers so he could turn a page.

"How much more?"

Buggy rifled through the packet.

"Three more, then it's done." He glanced at you. What a beautiful mess, covered in sweat and chest heaving. "You're doing such a good job for your captain. You deserve a reward for being such a good girl, huh?"

You nodded eagerly. A reward sounded nice.

"Keep being good for three more pages and I'll give you a nice big reward."

You nodded again and let your eyes close as Buggy picked up where he left off. A big, hard reward. That's what you wanted.

[attackurheart88]

Ooo if it’s okay, can I please request a Soft Yandere Morpheus x fem!innocent!human!reader where she somehow accidentally ends up in The Dreaming and Morpheus is fully ready to let out his wrath at her intrusion, but after talking to her spending time with her, he decides he doesn’t want her to leave, ever, and intends to make her his Queen

You weren't supposed to be here.

Morpheus watched in the shadows as the woman hummed peacefully to herself weaving flowers unaware of the danger lurking behind her. As soon as Mathew alerted him to your presence, Morpheus teleported over in anger. It was only a few months since his capture and his dislike of humans had increased greatly. The dreaming was the only place where he could live peacefully without any worries or fears he would not let a human ruin it.

The birds flew away and the deer and squirrels were quick to scurry. Once Morpheus made himself known the happiness in the air dissipated. He watched as you tensed finally feeling his presence and turned.

“Who are you?” his voice wasn't raised yet it carried such force you were quick to back up. “You're not supposed to be here.” he snarled.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn't know I just sorta appeared.” Your voice was so soft and sweet. It suited you. “I didn't mean to trespass, my name is Y/n.” Morpheus stared blankly at your outstretched hand. You were being kind? Why? You were clearly afraid so why go through the trouble? Was it a trick? A way to get into his head?

A small peep drew his attention behind you. There was a bird wounded by your feet. Morpheus anger sparked up again. “You dare come into this forest and harm its inhabitants.” A sudden force flings you back into a tree.

“Ow.” you slid down painfully watching in horror as he made his way closer. “Wait, please! I didn't hurt it. It fell from a tree I was trying to rebuild its nest.” your small hands were held up as you explained. Morpheus took notice of the small scratches and cuts on your fingers.

As quickly as that anger came it lessened.

One look at your doe eyes and tender expression had Morpheus’s head running. It contained glimpses of fear but no hint of lies. You were telling the truth.

Releasing you, Morpheus took a step back and waved his hand.

The bird flew in circles now fully healed and the scars that once littered your hand vanished.

“Incredible,” you whispered. “Thank….you.” But he was gone.

Morpheus made his way back to his palace. Scouring through the books of his library for information on you. He should have banished you, threatened you, captured you. But he didn't. He couldn't. Despite the way he acted he couldn't find any fault with you. Nor did you harbor any sort of anger, hatred, or evil in you. You were too kind. The animals of Fiddler’s Green were not welcoming to strangers and would have attacked if you held bad intentions. Instead, they danced and sang to entertain you, to please you.

Why? Why were you here? Why was the dreaming so welcoming to you? Why was it he found it difficult to hurt you? Why did he feel the urge to touch you, kiss you, devour you.

Morpheus wasn’t new to the feeling of love. But the emotions inside his chest were different. They weren’t pure or sweet or gentle. They were fierce dangerous addicting. It was only a few hours since he saw you. But his mind was flooding with images of you and impure thoughts. Thought to take you to own you to take your innocence and corrupt it. Your sweet voice will be for him to hear, your soft eyes his to gaze at, and your body? His to ravage.

You were a virgin he was sure of it. He could smell it on you, innocence and purity radiating in waves just begging to be taken away.

“Lucienne.” The woman walked over. “My lord. Have you taken care of the intruder?” “Just about to.” Morpheus smiled to himself. Lucienne furrowed her brows confused.

“Prepare a room. I want it fit for a queen.”

For the next few days, Morpheus waits anxiously for your return. He's made all the proper preparations for you transitioning as his queen. A large bed, mountains of presents, and in case there are any resisting, some lovely chains to keep you still. But he's sure he won't need them for long. Soon enough you’ll learn your place and accept your new role happily. Unlike his former lovers, there will be no mistakes as you’ll never be allowed to leave his side.

Your sniffles and sobs could be heard echoing throughout the room. Morpheus is there with his arms around you. Gentle rubs on your hair as he whispers in your ear to console you.

“I-I want to go home,” you repeated for the hundredth time. Morpheus only smiled and shook his head. “This is your home, now love.” he cooed. “There is nowhere else for you to be.”

You will soon love him and depend on him for everything. Morpheus would become you're only priority as you his. Anyone who gets in the way of that, friend or foe will suffer the consequences.

As his darling, be sure to be obedient and never escape or look in another person’s direction. The consequences will be severe. You could be starved for a couple of days or perhaps be delivered the bloody head of the man who dared to talk to you.

Morpheus is passionate about his love but is equally cruel. Slowly he’ll break you down with love and punishments until you're his perfect wife where he’ll be able to love you and cherish you to his heart's content.

[etherial-moon-blog]

Tease

Paring: Adult!Ao'nung x Adult!MetkayinaReader 

Na’vi dictionary: Sa’nu-mother, Metkayina- reef clan, ‘itan- son, ma‘ite- daughter, mawey-calm, kuru- neural queue

Summary: Reader gets her final tattoo signifying the end of her rites and her acceptance into the clan as an adult and is flirted with by Ao'nung along the way.

Word count: 1k

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, slight mention of needles 

A/N:  was bullied by @xylianasblog to post this

All characters depicted in this fic at 18+ minors dni | divider by @/cafekitsune

To say you were nervous would be an understatement, you were downright anxious. Today was the day that you’d be getting your final tattoo. This tattoo would signify your place among the Metkayina, and signal that you were eligible to find a mate in the upcoming mating cycle. 

You nervously chewed on your bottom lip as you paced around your marui, anxiously awaiting your escort. 

“Mawey, maite, you’re going to walk a hole into the floor.” Your mother remarks, not looking up from her weaving. 

“I’m sorry sa’nu, I’m just nervous is all.” You say as you stop your pacing. 

Your mother's face softens as she watches you, you hadn’t been nervous about all your previous tattoos but this one had been giving you a lot of anxiety recently. Wordlessly, she sets her weaving aside and gently pats her thigh. 

You shuffle over to her and plop down, laying your head on her thigh. She begins humming and gently runs her fingers through your hair. “I know you’re nervous maite, this was the tattoo your father was supposed to give you. I know we both miss him dearly but your sempul would be proud of the woman you are today, just as I am. 

You sit up and hug your mother, smiling as you do. She returns the embrace, holding you as close to her as she can. The two of you bask in your embrace and only pull away once you hear someone clear their throat. You and your mother turn to find Ao’nung standing at the entrance of your marui. 

“Sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt but my mom is ready for you now,” Ao’nung says.

You and your mother stand, and she gives you a quick kiss on the cheek before pushing you in Ao’nung’s direction. As you walk out you hear your mother's voice call behind you. “Make sure you two get there on time please, I’m too young to be a grandma!”

A deep purple blush blooms across your face and you grab Ao’nung’s arm as you speed up to get away from your marui quickly. Once you two are far enough away, Ao’nung chuckles. 

“Grandchildren huh? Never knew you liked me like that (y/n).”  Your face burns hotter and you hit him in the arm. 

“Because I don’t! My mom doesn’t know what she’s talking about.” You say frantically. You were not helping your case with how frantically you were denying her words.

Ao'nung only smirks in response to your flustered attempts to deny your crush. In one swift motion, he grabs your hand and pulls you by your waist so that your chest is pressed firmly against him. Leaning down, he presses your foreheads together, his lips barely touching yours.

“That’s a shame then, I was hoping I’d finally get to make you mine this mating cycle.” His voice has dropped an octave and the blush that was once leaving your face comes back in full force. 

“But..” He drops his hands from your body and steps away from you, leaving you breathless and missing his touch. “..since you don’t like me, I guess there’s no need to try.”  You shudder and release a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in.

Did you hear what he said correctly? He wanted you to be his mate? No, he was probably just teasing you like he always did. He had known for a while that you had a crush on him. Tsireya had accidentally let the details of your feelings for him slip during dinner one night, the traitor. 

Quickly coming back to your senses, you punch him in the arm. “Don’t do that! You nearly gave me a heart attack!” He only chuckles in response and begins to walk ahead of you once again. You let out a sigh and followed him, silently hoping that his words held some truth. 

As you follow behind him, your thoughts are so consumed by what he said earlier that you don’t notice him suddenly stopping and you run directly into his back. He turns to face you, a smirk pulling at the edges of his lips. 

“If you wanted to be close to me, all you had to do was ask. I’d be more than happy to get close to you.”  Your face burns for the nth time that morning but before you can retaliate, a figure pushes aside the opening of the pod and steps outside. As Ronal’s gaze moved between you and her son, you couldn’t help but straighten yourself reflexively. Authority and beauty radiated from her in waves and you couldn’t help but stand in awe of her no matter how many times you’ve seen and interacted with her. 

“You were almost late ‘itan.  Next time take care to get here on time. Now your father needs your help with warrior training. Go now. And do not be late.” As she spoke her eyes never left yours. You barely heard what she said but as soon as she began walking into the pod you followed after her, sparing a glance back at Ao'nung before fully following her inside. 

As you entered the pod you glanced around, glimpsing at all the different herbs and jars collected around the room. As you looked around, you heard Ronal clear her throat and turn towards her. She was sitting down on a pillow and gestured beside her to a similar pillow. Taking a seat, you were once again subject to the intensity of her gaze. 

After what felt like an eternity she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them once more. “Lay down, Eywa shall guide my hand to bestow upon you the mark of our people. With this tattoo, you will finally become one of the people.” With surprisingly gentle hands, she guides you to lay flat on your stomach. She gently brushes your hair and kuru aside and runs a warm reassuring hand from the base of your neck to the base of your spine. 

Shuffling is heard behind you but as you move to turn your head, Ronal’s hand comes out and pushes your shoulders down gently. “You must stay still. My hand must be steady for Eywa’s guidance to flow through me.” You re-adjust yourself so that your head is resting on your folded arms. ‘Are you ready my child?” You nod, and let out a small breath as the needle touches your skin….

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[hunn1e-bunn1e]

*t-poses into inbox* TIS I! 🎨 ANON!

We don’t talk about how I had to spend 5 minutes making sure this complies to your rules because I have a lot of mental disorders so I had to make sure this doesn’t cater to them lmaoooo

My hyperfixation is Tokyo Ghoul despite it being literal YEARS but whatever (I’m watching it again currently)

Ayato Kirishima with a male!S/O who has a hard time controlling his kagune (i.e when he’s scared he accidentally activates his kagune, when he’s angry it’s there. You can essentially think of it as emotion based) so he has a hard time hunting for food and doesn’t like to go out in public because of that

If you need more I gotchu but do your other requests before mine I know I get priority but nah I can wait

Kirishima Ayato - With Ghoul Male Reader Who Can't Control His Kagune

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Hello 🎨pallette anon, I'm finally going to write your request after however long after you sent it to me. Sorry about that. By the way, college classes have been a major reason why my posting schedule has been all over the place, I swear I meant to get to this sooner. Anywho, I hope this is to your liking, and once again sorry for the delay. —Benny🐰

Warnings -> Mentioned Death, Mentioned Cannibalism, Mentioned Murder, Alluded Past Trauma, Ayato Being a Sweety

                                                                                                   

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🐇 While he definitely wouldn't say it out loud, Ayato is incredibly concerned about you almost every hour of the day, though when he has important matters to attend to that worry is pushed to the background but is certainly still there. He's worried that you'll end up getting caught and killed or, worse, taken and experimented on by the CCG, so he's the slightest bit thankful that you stay inside more often than not. Ayato does make sure to drop by your place often to see if you're still there, and if you go out, he makes you tell him what you're leaving for and the exact time you left through the front door; he's not fucking around when it comes to your safety.

🐇  Usually, Ayato hunts for the both of you; he wants you to be able to go and get food on your own eventually, but until he's able to help you keep your emotions in check a bit better, he won't allow it. He may or may not enjoy being relied on by his cute boyfriend, but you didn't hear that from me. When he brings home a meal, he'll snack on it on the way to your place, but don't worry, he always makes sure to leave your favorite parts alone; Ayato just adores when you give him that happy grin while your cheeks are stuffed with the flesh of his latest game.

🐇  Often if you begin to have a panic attack or have strong emotions and your kagune begins to show itself, Ayato will 'reluctantly' grab onto your hand and give it a comforting squeeze. Although that squeeze tends to be a bit too tight most of the time and leaves you with an aching hand afterward, don't tell him that; he'll beat himself up for accidentally hurting you and won't touch you again for quite a while after that. If you're both at home, Ayato will drag you into bed and pull you against his chest, his hand rubbing your lower back under your emerged kagune to coax you into slumber.

🐇 When you both go out, be it for house essentials, food, or new clothes to replace the ones permanently stained with blood, Ayato always stands behind you and watches for potential threats or things that may stress you out. Suppose he sees that something is beginning to upset you, he'll grab you by the arm and physically turn you away from it, distracting you with an interesting object that's being displayed in a shop window or quietly telling you a piece of information about himself that you didn't know. Ayato is a pretty closed-off person even to those he's closest to, so he uses these hidden nuggets of information to his advantage whenever he's taking care of you.

🐇  Ayato is a very busy person, so he can't be with you as often as he'd like to be; to solve this problem, he's taken to leaving you little gifts around your place. A cute rabbit phone charm that he asked Uta to help him paint to look like his old mask, a few of his hoodies, random stuffed animals that he found on the side of the road, a couple of severed fingers for you to snack on in a take-out box, anything he thinks will make you feel better, to be honest. One time, Ayato even went out and bought you one of those cute squeaky stress balls whose eyes pop out when you squeeze them; it was a rabbit, of course.

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[trashyswitch]

The Super Mario Bros Movie | Bloopers, Gag Reel

Despite the success of the Super Mario Bros Movie, one question remains: Are there any behind-the-scenes clips? If so, where are they?! As your writer, I am here to announce that there are no behind-the-scenes clips. However, I have received a collection of bloopers and gag reels from a third party. With this knowledge, I have written out the blooper scenes to the best of my ability. Here they are in their final form!

This fanfic was suggested by an anonymous user on Tumblr! This AMAZING idea is fully theirs, and they deserve all the credit. It was incredibly fun to write, and I hope you thoroughly enjoy!

“And ACTION!” 

The King penguin pointed to Bowser and the army. “ATTACK!” A little smirk filled his beak as the army of penguins charged at Bowser’s army. Each penguin made snowballs and threw them at Bowser, hoping to take him down. 

But the camera zoomed out, revealing Bowser’s size and the snowballs’ damage (or lack of) to the large turtle. 

Suddenly, someone from the background bursted out laughing! The penguins stopped their attack and turned to the camera, while Bowser looked to the camera and bursted out in bellow-y laughter. 

The king penguin’s serious acting broke into laughter of his own, as he rubbed his beak with his flipper. “Lakitu!” The king penguin reacted, looking at the camera and chuckling. 

“Sorry!” Lakitu replied. “I couldn’t help it!” He admitted.  

“Let’s try again.” Someone else said. 

[NO SIGNAL BEEP] 

“Good luck running a business with this IDIOT-” Spike threw the napkin at Luigi. 

Mario reached his arm to catch it, but ended up missing it. The napkin bapped Luigi in the forehead, making Luigi freeze and widen his eyes in shock. 

“Dang it, I missed.” Mario said, laughing a bit. 

“Let’s go again.” 

[ATTEMPT 2] 

“Good luck running a business with this IDIOT-” Spike threw the napkin at Luigi. 

Mario reached his arm out to catch it, and ended up punching the napkin straight out of frame. 

Luigi doubled over and bursted out laughing. “KAY! OH!” Luigi shouted. 

Mario laughed a bit as well. “That’s one way to save you.” He reacted, gently punching his brother’s shoulder. 

“Let’s go one more time.” 

[ATTEMPT 3] 

“Good luck running a business with this IDIOT-” Spike threw the napkin at Luigi. 

Mario caught it this time, and squeezed it. “Say that again about my brother, and you’re gonna regret it.” He warned, throwing it back at Spike. 

Spike widened his eyes as the napkin hit him in the head, before looking at Mario. “Oh yeah?” He reacted, getting up from his chair, and revealing his massive height compared to Mario’s size. He tried to pick up Mario, but accidentally ripped the denim strap right off his overalls! 

“...Whoops!” Spike reacted, before awkwardly giving the strap back to Mario. 

Mario chuckled as he held up the ripped strap. “Can I get a wardrobe change, please?” He asked. 

“On it!” 

[NO SIGNAL BEEP] 

The camera was turned on early, to reveal the crew putting together the Mario family dining room set. 

Luigi looked like he was trying to prevent himself from drooling. “Come on, Lindsey. Just one piece?” Luigi asked, reaching for the bowl of garden salad. 

Lindsey slapped Luigi’s hand away. “Nope. No touching.” She replied as she placed the salad on the table. 

Luigi flapped his hand to take away the slight pain. “Ow…” He muttered. 

“You too, Mario.” Lindsey said while walking away. 

Luigi turned to look at Mario, and threw his head back with a wheeze. 

The camera zoomed in, to reveal Mario with his mouth full of mushrooms along with a shocked look on his face. “Whath?!” Mario asked through his mouthful of mushrooms, visibly confused. His attempt to speak would make a mushroom fall out of his mouth and onto the plate, making laughter erupt from the rest of the crew. 

Papa Mario is seen rolling his eyes with a chuckle. “I thought you weren’t supposed to like mushrooms?” He mentioned. 

Mario swallowed. “Can’t relate. Mushrooms are delicious.” He replied. 

[NO SIGNAL BEEP] 

Mario gazed at the huge mushrooms that filled the area. He looked down at one of the shorter mushrooms with innocent curiosity, before looking over at one of the blue mushrooms. He reached out to grab it. 

“OOGA BOOGA-” Kamek suddenly appeared from behind the mushroom. 

Mario let out an ungodly shriek and fell to the ground. “HOLY MAMA-” He reacted. 

Everyone else bursted out laughing, while Mario rubbed the back of his head and chuckled himself. 

[ATTEMPT 2] 

Mario gazed at the huge mushrooms that filled the area. He looked down at one of the shorter mushrooms with innocent curiosity, before looking over at one of the blue mushrooms. He reached out to grab it. 

“DO NOT TOUCH THAT MUSHROOM-” 

“aAAH!” Mario fumbled backwards…only for someone to grab his sides! 

“BOO!” That person shouted at him.

Mario shrieked and hugged himself. “LUIGI!” Mario shouted, before falling onto the ground nearby. 

Luigi snickered playfully. “We gotcha good!” He teased, before walking up to Toad. “High five!” Luigi raised his hand up to Toad.  

“High-five!” Toad declared, high-fiving him back. 

“Let’s focus please, boys. We’re almost done.” 

[NO SIGNAL BEEP]

Mario sprinted up to Peach, reaching his arm out. Peach reached out with her hand as well, providing her a potential chance to help the newcomer.

…Only for Peach to throw Mario over her head and onto the ground. 

Mario grunted in slight pain, before getting up and grabbing his hat. “Princess! I-” 

Mario yelped as he was tackled by a blue security guard toad, followed by a green security guard toad, and a yellow security guard toad. Mario was supposed to let out screams of pain…but the cast heard something completely different. 

“waHAIT! BAHAhaha! N-Noho fahahair! HAHAHA!” 

Peach’s face turned to shock, before trying not to laugh at the circumstance herself. “Wehell…that’s one way to take down an intruder…” She mentioned. 

A few of the other cast members could be heard laughing as they watched from behind the camera.

“CUT!” 

[NO SIGNAL BEEP]

“What is your name?” Bowser asked, spinning Luigi as he floated in Kamek’s power. 

“Uh…Luigi.” He replied nervously, trying to see Bowser as he spun. 

Bowser looked at him as Luigi’s spinning slowed to look at him. “Not sure if you know who I am, But I’m about to marry a princess and rule the world.” He said, before sheathing his claws. 

“Wow uh…” Luigi felt as his chin was lifted with Bowser’s claw. “Hehe…” He awkwardly chuckled. “Yaaay…” He said next. 

“But there’s one problem, Luigi.” Bowser dragged his finger up and off Luigi’s chin. 

Luigi yelped and threw his head to the side. “aAHa!” Luigi muttered. 

Bowser stopped acting and stared at him. “What?” He asked, confused. 

“Sssorry…” Luigi admitted. 

“What happened?” Peach could be heard behind the camera. 

“I don’t know. He just sorta…squeaked.” 

“Alright. Let’s go for take 2.” 

[TAKE 2] 

Bowser looked at him as Luigi’s spinning slowed to look at him. “Not sure if you know who I am, But I’m about to marry a princess and rule the world.” He said, before sheathing his claws. 

“Wow uh…” Luigi curled his neck in, snorting as he anticipated the chin touch. “Sohorry, this is really embarrassing.” He muttered. 

Bowser chuckled. “You’re sensitive too, huh?” He asked, lifting Luigi’s chin and scratching under it a slight bit more. 

Luigi squeaked and let out almost a girly giggle as he tried to hide his chin. “NoO!” He reacted. “Ohokay, maybe a little.” He admitted next. 

“Another take?” Bowser asked, looking behind the camera. 

“Let’s go again.” 

[TAKE 3] 

Bowser looked at him as Luigi’s spinning slowed to look at him. “Not sure if you know who I am, But I’m about to marry a princess and rule the world.” He said, before sheathing his claws. 

“Wow uh…” Luigi jumped as the claw touched down on his chin. “eeEEhe!” Luigi squeaked. 

Bowser paused for a moment, before attempting to continue. “But there’s one problem, Luigi.” Bowser dragged his finger up and off Luigi’s chin. 

Luigi snorted right away. “Ohmygod-This is so hard!” He reacted, visibly embarrassed. 

Bowser rolled his eyes and laughed a bit before looking off camera. “Is he always this sensitive?” Bowser asked. 

“His neck is his biggest weakness.” You could somewhat hear Mario say behind the camera. 

“But I’m not even touching his neck.” Bowser poked his chin again. “I’m up near his chin.” He explained.

Luigi kept squeaking and giggling. 

“Chin is included.” Mario said. 

Bowser sighed with a chuckle. “How about…Instead of dragging my finger up like this…” Bowser did exactly what he said, making giggles and a snort erupt from Luigi’s mouth. “I’ll just remove it from below.” He suggested. 

“Sohohounds goohood.” Luigi replied. 

“Okay. We have it figured out now?” 

“Yup, I think so.” Bowser replied. 

“Alright. Take 3.” 

[NO SIGNAL BEEP]

“We’re best friends.” The toad told Peach. 

“But are we?” Mario asked, lifting his hands up as he raised his shoulders. 

Toad lifted his finger up, quieting him. “Don’t worry.” He turned to look at Peach. “I…will…protect you.” He said in a lower voice than usual. 

Peach knelt down to his level. “A toad brave enough to join me.” She said with a proud smile. 

“I fear nothing.” He declared. 

“Pfff-Pfft-” 

Toad and Peach both turned their heads towards the tittering noise. Peach looked surprised, while Toad still had his brave facial expression on his face. 

It was Mario, who was out of the camera’s view. He had his fist on his mouth, slightly red in the face as he tried not to laugh. Mario took in a big breath and let it out. “Sorry, sorry. It’s just-” Mario giggled. 

Toad narrowed his beady eyes slightly and smirked. “I’m Batman.” He said before laughing. 

Mario bursted out laughing at that line. “Yeah, that! You sound like Batman!” Mario admitted. 

“I like the voice. If Mario can keep it together, we’ll use it.” 

Toad fistbumped the air, going back to his cute side. “Yay!” 

[NO SIGNAL BEEP]

Mario pulled up in his little kart at the starting line. Peach pulled up in her motorcycle right beside him, looking at Mario with a smirk. But then, a set of large wheels rolled up beside Mario, making Mario and Peach look up in shock. 

It was little old Toad, in a gigantic monster truck, and glasses to complete the look! 

Peach was the first one to break. “PFFTAAAHAHAHAHA-!” Peach slapped her motorcycle handle as she laughed rather loudly. 

Mario bursted out in laughter next. “Ihihi dihidn’t know he was gonna come out like that!” He admitted, leaning back with more laughter.

The rest of the crew both on, and off screen could be heard laughing as well. Peach was letting out fits of giggles by this point. “Meehee neither!” Peach admitted. 

“Ahalight. Do we have our giggles out now?” The director asked. 

Mario put his index finger up as he pulled himself together. “Yeah, I think.” He replied. “Another take, I assume?” 

“One more take, then we’ll compare shots.” 

[NO SIGNAL BEEP]

Peach and Mario were leading the Jungle kingdom members on the rainbow road. “Is there anything like this in your world?” Peach asked. 

“WHAT?!” Mario yelled back. 

Peach brought her motorcycle closer. “IS THERE ANYTHING LIKE THIS IN YOUR WORLD?!” Peach yelled, leaning her motorcycle closer to Mario so he could hear her words. 

Mario laughed. “No! We don’t drive on rainbows.” Mario admitted. 

“What are you gonna tell me next?! That the turtles aren’t evil?!” Peach asked next. 

“No, no! They’re usually pets!” Mario admitted. 

Peach was taken aback by this. “No WAY!” She reacted. 

“Yeah, come to Brooklyn! I’ll buy you a turtle!” Mario told her. 

Peach giggled. “Maybe I will~!” Peach said. 

Donkey Kong honked his horn and drove up beside Peach. “FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, JUST KISS!” Donkey Kong yelled. 

Mario widened his eyes and visibly blushed. 

Meanwhile, Peach just laughed. “That’s not your line!” She yelled at him. 

“It’s NOT?!” Donkey Kong asked. 

“NO! YOU SAY SOMETHING ABOUT FLIRTING!” Peach yelled to him. 

“OH YEAH! I FORGOT!” He admitted. “SORRY!” He yelled. “AGAIN?” 

“LET’S TRY AGAIN!” 

[NO SIGNAL BEEP]

Peach was driving upside down when 2 Koopa turtles came up to her from behind. Noticing the koopas, Peach frowned at the one on the right, before kicking that same Koopa turtle in the face. 

She drifted her motorcycle back and hit the left Koopa turtle straight off the track. The left Koopa’s kart rolled backwards, causing a missile to launch. 

Though the missile was supposed to pass right beside Peach, the missile ended up hitting Peach! “aAAAAH!” Peach shouted, as the missile dragged her off the rainbow track and into the dark abyss below! 

Mario turned his head towards the screaming princess from another track. “PRINCESS!” Mario shouted, reaching his arm out. He lowered his arm and looked at the camera as Peach disappeared. “Uh…I guess I’m marrying the king now?” He joked with a chuckle. 

This made Lakitu, along with some of the Jungle Kingdom army, burst out laughing on and off camera. Luigi’s laughter could most instinctively be heard from behind the camera.

[NO SIGNAL BEEP]

Luigi walked up to Mario with two cups of coffee. He handed Mario his red cup with the letter M on it, before clinking the mugs together. Luigi placed his left hand under his cup, and carefully took a sip of the coffee. 

Mario took a sip of his coffee as well, before making a face of disgust. “Eugh…What the-” Mario looked down at the coffee before looking at Luigi. 

Luigi was laughing a bit. “Is it that bad?!” He asked. 

“Dude…” Mario widened his eyes and opened his mouth, before breathing somewhat heavily. “Lu-?! What’d you put in it?!” Mario yelled, huffing with worry and pain as he fanned his mouth with his hand before sprinting off frame with his cup of ‘coffee’. 

Luigi burst out laughing and put his own coffee on a nearby table so he could laugh harder. “Nohothing!” Luigi replied. 

“LIAR!” Mario shouted from off camera. 

Luigi smirked as he pulled something out of his overalls. “Whaaat? I didn’t put aaanything in your coffee!” He said sarcastically, showing the crew the bottle of ghost pepper hot sauce he had in his hand. 

Mario must’ve seen the hot sauce in his hand…because in no time at all, Mario had run back into frame. “LUIGI!” He shouted, tackling Luigi to the ground and taking the hot sauce out of his hand. “Gimme this!” He took the lid off it and shoved it into his brother’s mouth before squeezing the bottle, putting about 2 tablespoons of hot sauce into his brother’s mouth. “Your turn, Gigetto.” Mario said with an evil smirk on his face. 

Luigi’s eyes widened as the hot sauce filled his mouth. He yelped and swallowed instinctively. “Mario-” He reacted, before shrieking and huffing himself as the hot sauce took over his mouth. “MARIO-!” Luigi shouted, sprinting off-screen. “HOT-HOT-HOT-HOT!” He shouted all the way off the set. 

Lakitu turned the camera, to reveal the set piece behind their ‘bedroom’. Luigi was grabbing the closest carton from inside the fridge, and gulping it right out of the carton. 

“Luigi, that’s cream!” Papa Mario said.

Luigi ignored him, taking a few more gulps before lowering the carton. “Close enough.” He replied, huffing. 

Everyone else was laughing while Papa Mario was rubbing the top of his nose. “Sorry director. They’ve had a long day.” Papa Mario admitted. 

“It’s fine. One more take should be good. CUT!” 

[NO SIGNAL BEEP]

[topazy]

Hunted

Pairing: Liam Dunbar x reader

Warnings: Swearing

Chapter: 6.03

You feel like you're experiencing a real-life nightmare as you watch the front door handle start to turn. Your eyes glow yellow as your claws extend, ready to attack the intruder. Finally, the door slowly opens.

“Uncle Chris?”

“Hey kid.”

You let out a sigh of relief. “You could have called or texted.”

He just laughs and brings you in for a hug, asking, “What’s been going on?”

“Have you ever heard of ghost rides?” you cut yourself off when you hear a vibrating noise coming from one of the drawers in the living room. “Sorry,” you rush over to the drawer and pull out the old-fashioned mobile and answer it with a smile, “hi dad.”

Your uncle Chris watches happily as you talk to Derek; he was glad you finally had a healthy relationship with a parent. The Argent family was extremely toxic, which is why he was happy you had someone so fiercely protective to always look out for you.

You filled Derek in on the situation about the wild hunt coming to Beacon Hills, and he tells you he’ll be back in town within a couple of days, and you can’t help the smile that grows on your face.

“Good news for them?” Your uncle asks when Derek hangs up.

“Yeah, my dad’s coming back to town.”

Your uncle Chris sits down at the table and looks up at you with a strange expression on his face. He tilts his head back and asks, “Is there anything else you want to discuss? You can tell me anything.”

Your mouth suddenly goes dry. “Uh, no, nothing. Well aside from the whole ghost rider thing.” You sit down across from him and ask, “What do you know about them?”

Looking slightly disappointed, your uncle Chris begins to tell you everything he knows about them and the wolf hunt.

—

“Oh shit, this is getting way out of hand.”

Although the school day had gone by quickly, you knew this was going to be a long night. Malia, Scott, and Lydia were breaking into a care home to talk to the sheriff's dad, and Liam had accidentally thrown the party of the year in Scott’s house.

Liam scratches roughly at the back of his head, something he did while stressed. “How mad do you think he’ll be?”

“He’s going to kill you,” Hayden answers bluntly. You shoot her a look, causing her to shrug. “What? It's the truth.”

You ignore her statement, looking over at the girl you’re supposed to be protecting, Gwen. Her sister was taken by the ghost riders, and she was the only one who remembered her. “Is she still asking about her?”

Hayden nods. “I’m going to go check on her.”

The brunette quickly disappears into the sea of bodies crammed into Scott’s house, which now looks more like a nightclub with only strobe lights on and music blasting from the DJ booth.

Corey, watches confused. “I don’t understand; Lu basically lives by herself; why couldn’t we throw the party there?”

You laugh at his question. Mason raises his brow in disbelief. “Because her father is Derek Hale, he’d literally kill Liam if he threw a party in his house.”

Sensing Liam tensing beside you, you turn and cup his face, pressing your lips against his. He looks at you in surprise and then kisses you back. You melt into touch as his fingers grip your hips and his soft lips mesh with yours. You pull away from him when someone nudges you in the back with their elbow; you turn and glare at Nathan. a jackass lacrosse player who was meant to be throwing a house party that night but canceled it when most people decided to go to the McCall’s instead. Nathan’s real issue was when the coach announced both of them were up for team captain.

You could sense Liam becoming stressed out again, so you forced him to look at you and say, “Hey, it will be alright. We can clean up before Melissa comes home, and Nathan will just need to get over it as well.”

“Yeah, you're right—” he tilts his head up to look at the ceiling, “that thunder is getting really loud.”

“It sounded as if something hit the roof.”

Your attention is drawn away when Gwen runs down the stairs screaming, with Hayden following closely behind her and looking confused. “Help! Help! I saw one!”

“Saw what?” You ask, following after her.

Gwen stops running and points to a corner of the room and asks, “Do you see him?”

“Gwen, nobody is there,” you look back over your shoulder at Liam and Mason, hoping one of them would know what to do.

Corey had camouflaged himself to be able to see what was in the house. “Liam, it’s a ghost rider!”

“Where?”

“Heading into the kitchen.”

Liam reaches out and grabs onto something that turns out to be a ghost rider's arm, which makes two of them viable. Shit. Everyone begins to panic, and the house is filled with screams. “Everybody out!”

With the crowd shoving by you to get out, you end up in the kitchen along with Mason, Hayden, and Gwen. When a ghost rider tries to come into the kitchen, Mason grabs onto the jar of mountain ash and pours it onto the barrier between the living room and kitchen, stopping the rider from getting through. You take a step back when the rider starts lashing his whip against the invisible wall, saying, “Guys, what do we do? He’s going to get through!”

Liam grabs a lamp and slams it onto the back of the Ghost Rider's head, causing it to break into several pieces, but the Ghost Rider doesn’t flinch. You let out a loud gasp when Liam slammed into the wall. Corey tried to help him but was overpowered as well. You grab hold of Mason's wrist and say, “I need to help him.”

“How? You can’t get through.”

You look around, trying to think of anything that might help; your eyes land on the kitchen door. “I can go out the back door and come in the front.” You rush out the door but quickly freeze on the spot when you come face to face with another ghost rider. You stumble back inside and slam the door shut, locking it even though you doubted it would keep the rider out. “There’s another one coming through the back!”

The barrier between the living room and kitchen breaks, and the rider wraps his whip around Gwen's leg, causing her to fall to the floor. You grab Gwen’s hand as she screams out in fear. You, Hayden, and Mason struggle to hold Gwen back and end up in a tug of war with the ghost rider for her.

Parrish forms through the front door, aiming his gun at the ghost rider, “Get down, now!”

You all duck out of the way as Parrish shoots the Ghost Rider in the back a few times, but the bullets bounce and don’t physically injure the rider, but they do cause it to let Gwen go.

While Parrish and the Ghost Rider stare at each other, you shuffle over to Liam, who is still recovering from being thrown against the wall. A strong gust of wind blows through the room, sending hundreds of dead leaves swirling in a circle. The riders vanish with the wind.

“Is everyone okay?”

“No,” Gwen sobs. “Nothing about this is okay.”

—

You unfasten the seat belt and look towards a freaked-out-looking Mason; you feel for him. You had overheard him tell Hayden that he was frustrated that he was unable to protect Corey the same way a werewolf could. You insisted on going with him while he dropped Gwen and your other friends home. “Thanks for dropping me back off here; are you going to be okay?”

“I’ll be fine; I’m just worried about Corey,” he sighs. “So, do you think Liam is dead?”

You stifle a laugh. Scott had turned up just as the cleaning in his house started. Even though your alpha was pissed, you were far more worried about how Melissa would react if she returned home to a mess. “I can feel Liam’s heart beating from out here; he’s still with us.”

“When is Derek getting here?”

“I’m not sure; I might actually call him again.” You open the passenger door to get out. “Who knows, he might have some words of wisdom on how to stop Scott from being so mad at us.”

Mason waves before driving off home. Once he’s left the street, you try to call Derek again, and eventually he answers. “Hello?”

“Hey-”

“Who’s this?”

You were confused by the unsure tone in his voice. “Dad, what’s going on?”

“Dad? I think you’ve got the wrong number.”

You stare at your phone in disbelief as the line goes dead. What just happened? You try to call him back, but a voice on the other end tells you the number no longer exists. Dread starts to sink deep into you. You almost jump when your phone starts to ring again.

“Dad?”

“Lu, I don’t have long, so I need you to listen to me carefully. Kate has managed to track me down in an attempt to find you.”

“Find me?”

He lets out a deep sigh. “Me and your uncle Chris convinced her you’d gone back to a private school, but someone has told her you never went back.

“What does she want with me?”

Sensing a presence behind you, you turn back to face Liam, who looks more worried than when the ghost riders crashed the party.

“I don’t know,” Derek admits. “But I’ll do my best to lure her away, but until I get into town, can you stay with a friend? I don’t want you to be on your own.”

“Yeah, she can stay with me.”

You squeeze his hand, silently thanking him. If the dread doctors didn’t scare you, Kate possibly coming to Beacon Hills definitely did.

[graceful-starker]

Please Just This Once

Summary: Tony accidentally gets roofied by Peter and Peter takes advantage of this situation.

@starkerfestivals’s bingo square: roofied

(Part 1/2)

Warnings: dubcon, roofies, manipulation, unsafe sex, dark(ish)!Tony and Peter

Notes: Trans!Peter, wc = 2959, Part two either tomorrow or Saturday!

~~~

To be completely fair to Peter, he hadn’t really meant to roofie Tony. The cocktail was supposed to be a non-addictive anxiety medication. It was supposed to help with Tony’s panic attacks. It truly was born out of a place of good intentions.

However, if Peter were a good person, he would have taken Tony straight to medical or let the drugs wear off under his supervision. 

But he’s not, and he didn’t do either of those things. 

“I think…” Tony leans to his left and almost falls out of the chair, before over correcting so harshly he almost falls off the other side. “I think it works too well, kid. I can’t…can’t feel my face.” He clicks his tongue, gulping loudly. “Can I have some water?”

Peter winces a bit, grabbing a glass of water and helping Tony drink some. “Careful…”

Tony’s fingers are wrapped around the glass, but his hand doesn’t seem to want to work. Peter ends up having to continue holding the glass, allowing the older man to guide it. Tony pushes it away after a bit, and sighs loudly. “I need a nap.”

Peter laughs nervously, putting the glass down and putting the back of his hand to Tony’s forehead. “This is what you get for deciding to be my test subject without me knowing,” he says, half joking and half scolding. “You’re warm. I should really…” Tony leans into the touch, and his eyelashes flutter shut, and his mouth hangs half open as he gasps in a breath.

Peter’s entire brain stops. Tony leans into his touch, like he actually wants it. Like it feels nice. And he looks so handsome like this, with his cheeks flushed and his expression fixed like that. He looks…he looks sultry. 

Peter’s own breath hitches, and he pulls his hand away slowly. It sends a shiver down his spine that Tony chases it, leaning forward until he starts to lose his balance, and his eyes flutter open instead. “Tony?” Peter whispers.

Tony hums, swaying just a bit. “I should lay down.”

Peter nods, holding out his hand. “Let’s get you upstairs, Mr. Stark,” Peter says. Tony takes the hand, and mostly falls out of his chair. Peter helps him get his balance, and Tony is able to put one foot in front of the other. It’s an ordeal getting Tony to the penthouse, and Peter almost gives up to just carry him instead, but they finally make it. 

“Peter,” Tony says, and the gravely edge to his voice makes the younger man shiver with want. 

“Almost there,” Peter says, leading Tony into the master bedroom and shutting the door behind them. “Here, sit on the edge of the bed.” 

Tony doesn’t sit so much as fall, and he leans forward into Peter before jerking himself back. “Sorry,” he slurs, eyes half shut. 

It’s almost cute, if Peter didn’t feel so guilty. He sighs again and looks over his mentor, and decides getting his shoes off will be enough for this particular nap. Waking up in jeans probably won’t be the most comfortable, but he’s sure that won’t be the most uncomfortable thing Tony will have to deal with when he wakes up. 

Peter gets on his knees in front of Tony and looks up at the surprised gasp. Tony is staring at him, pupils dark and mouth hanging open. Peter swallows thickly, before tearing his eyes away and removing Tony’s shoes as quickly as he can.

If he were a good person, and he were to do the right thing, Peter would have stood up immediately after and helped Tony lay down to sleep it off. But that isn’t what Peter did. 

Peter stares up at Tony, and slowly puts his hands on Tony’s knees. He keeps them there, testing for what reaction he gets. 

Tony’s Adam's apple bobs, and he moves his eyes slowly between Peter’s hands and his lips. “Peter,” he starts, and seems to immediately forget what he was thinking. 

Peter moves his hands up Tony’s thighs slowly, breathing heavily through his nose as he watches Tony. Tony wouldn’t want this in his right mind, Peter knows that. But he seems to want it now, so it’s okay, right?

“Kid,” Tony says, and his hands come up to stop Peter’s progress. “I need…I need to sleep this off.”

Peter bites his lip, moving his hands back down to Tony’s knees. Tony’s hands move back to support himself behind him on the bed, and Peter takes advantage. He moves his hands back up, on the inside of Tony’s thighs this time, and enjoys the way it makes Tony shiver. He looks up at Tony through his lashes, feeling his cheeks heat under the intense gaze. “Please, Tony?” he whispers, resting his chin on Tony’s knee. “Just the once? I know you don’t want me, but just this once? You can just close your eyes.”

Tony makes a noise in the back of his throat that sounds a lot like a protest, but Peter ignores it. Tony moves to stop Peter again, but he’s clumsy and weak.

Peter pushes past Tony’s hands, reaching up to unzip his pants. Tony makes another noise, but Peter ignores that one too; instead he just pulls Tony’s jeans and boxers down, allowing his slowly hardening cock to be exposed to the room. “Just once, I promise. I just need…just once.”

“Wait,” Tony whispers, one hand coming up to rub at his face, and the other going back to holding himself up. 

Peter ignores him, reaching up and wrapping his hand around Tony’s base. It only takes a couple strokes to get Tony reacting, his cock filling up nicely and getting heavier. Peter scoots closer, breathing an awed puff out on Tony’s head, and watches as it twitches. 

“Kid, wait, I don’t-” Tony cuts himself off, his hand sliding down his face and landing heavily on the bed beside him. 

Peter licks at the head once, just to test, and groans at the taste. He gets up on his knees, pushing his chest into the side of the bed so he can take half of Tony into his mouth with one smooth glide down. He wraps his fist around what he can’t fit, squeezing and pumping in time with the bobs of his head.  

Tony chokes, one hand coming up to rest in Peter’s curls. He doesn’t have the strength to push or pull, but Peter doesn’t mind either way. “Fuck, Peter.”

Peter moans at the way his name sounds on Tony’s tongue like that, all heavy and hot. He bobs his head up and down, licking over the head every time he comes up. He uses every trick he knows, pulls out every stop to make it good for Tony. 

A small voice reminds Peter that he probably won’t remember any of this, with how drugged out he is. But Peter doesn’t care; this is his only chance to have Tony, and he wants Tony to enjoy it. 

“Fuck, wait, Peter. Wait, stop. Stop, Peter,” Tony tugs weakly at Peter’s hair, and Peter pulls off with a pop. “Peter,” Tony says, eyes heavy and lidded. 

“Please,” Peter asks, feeling tears start to build in his eyes. He wants this so badly, and he knows this is his only chance. Peter won’t ever get another chance like this again, he just knows it. Tony won’t ever again want him even half as much as he does right now. 

Tony bites his lip, rubbing a thumb under Peter’s eye. “Don’t cry,” he says softly, sighing when a tear escapes Peter’s left eye. “Fuck, don’t cry.”

“Please, Tony,” Peter asks, moving his hand up and down Tony’s shaft. He blinks and more tears fall, and his heart flutters at the worried frown on Tony’s lips. “Please.”

Tony curses softly, moving his hand behind Peter’s ear and gently pulling him closer. “Okay,” Tony says, guiding Peter back to his cock. “Okay, just don’t cry.”

Peter eagerly takes Tony’s cock back into his mouth, closing his eyes so he doesn’t have to look at Tony’s expression. The guiding hand on the back of his head, while weak, just does something for Peter. He reaches down and grinds into the heel of his hand, using his other hand to stroke Tony’s cock where he can’t reach with his mouth. 

God, he can’t decide if he wants Tony to come down his throat or if he wants to know what it feels like to have Tony inside him. 

If Peter were a good person, he wouldn’t have ever done this in the first place. But if he were to do at least the semi-good thing in this situation, he would have finished Tony off quickly at that point and helped him get to bed and sleep it off. But Peter didn’t do that. 

Peter pulls off again, taking a deep breath and licking at the underside. Tony curses softly, his hips twitching and making his cock rub against Peter’s cheek and bump his nose. He pulls away from Tony just a bit, standing up and getting eye level with the older man. “I’ve wanted you forever,” he says, watching Tony’s face. 

Tony’s eyes widen, and his breath hitches. “Don’t…Peter…”

Peter winces a bit, but he doesn’t want to stop. Even if it hurts a bit that Tony doesn’t want him back; he still wants this, just this once. He pushes his own pants down before pulling his shirt over his head. When he looks back to Tony, the older man is looking at Peter with a hungry expression, eyes roving slowly up and down Peter’s form. 

Tony swallows thickly, his hand moving to rub over his cock as he takes in the view. 

It makes Peter throb with need.

He climbs on the bed, knees bracketing Tony’s hips, resting his hands on Tony’s shoulders. Tony looks back up at Peter’s face, and his eyes unfocus a bit. “Wait, kid, I don’t-I don’t think…Peter-”

Peter kisses him, and it isn’t as sweet as he had always pictured it. Tony doesn’t respond at first, and when he does, he’s clumsy and awkward with his lips and tongue. It only serves to remind Peter of how he’s getting what he wants, and he pulls away with a sad sigh. 

“Don’t cry,” Tony says, his hand coming up to cup Peter’s cheek. “Peter.”

Peter leans into the touch, reaching between them to stroke Tony’s cock. “Please Tony, I want you. I want you inside me. Please?”

Tony stares for a moment, but then he nods slowly. “Okay.”

Peter kisses him again, and it distracts Tony. Peter strokes Tony slowly between them, twisting his hand over the head and collecting pre in his palm. He waits until he’s collected a good amount of it before rubbing it over the rest of Tony's cock. 

He pulls away after a few more seconds of this, getting impatient. He lifts his hips so he can hover over Tony’s cock. He aims Tony’s cock and cups the head as he starts to sink down, hissing at the initial pressure. 

Tony’s eyes widen, and his hands find their way to Peter’s hips. “Wait, Peter-”

Peter sinks a bit lower, biting his lip and groaning anyway. “You’re so big, Mr. Stark,” Peter gasps, rolling his hips in little circles on the way down until he’s seated on Tony’s lap. 

Tony chokes on his words, eyes fluttering in pleasure. “Fuck, Peter. You’re so wet, you’re too tight, I-“

Peter whimpers and clenches around Tony, allowing himself to get used to the stretch. Then he starts to move, finally, slowly at first to get used to the feeling. He moves his hips back and forth, complimenting the up and down motions, breath shaky. 

Tony feels so good inside him. So thick and hot and everything Peter ever thought it would feel like. 

“Peter,” Tony chokes, hands moving up Peter’s sides. 

The younger man moans, picking up the pace and starting to really bounce on Tony’s cock. “Oh, Tony, you feel so-you make me feel so good!”

Tony groans softly, running his hands up and down Peter’s back and looking up at him with dark eyes. “Peter, oh, fuck.” 

Peter throws his head back in pleasure, and Tony takes advantage immediately by licking and biting at Peter’s throat. Peter gasps at every mark Tony leaves, his hips stuttering at the pleasure. “Yes, yes Tony, more,” he breathes the last word, pleasure making him feel hot and dizzy. 

Tony wraps his arms around Peter to pull him close, chest to chest, and pants heavily into Peter’s ear. 

It makes Peter writhe against the other man, makes him clench around Tony’s cock. He throbs with need, and tries to move his hips in a way that will also get stimulation without sacrificing an inch of Tony inside of him. 

“If you keep moving your hips like that, I’m going to come,” Tony warns, and he only slurs his words a little, but it’s so hot in Peter’s ear. 

Peter whines, continuing the motion and tilting his head down so he can lick and bite at Tony’s jaw. “I want it,” Peter mumbles, clenching around Tony. “I want you to come inside me. Please, Tony, I want it so badly, please, just this once.” 

Tony holds Peter tighter, and the younger man can hardly move, whining in Peter’s ear. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, kid,” Tony whispers, kissing Peter’s cheek softly. 

If Peter had been a better person, he would have respected that. If he hadn’t been so lost in his own pleasure in the moment, he would have realized what Tony’s strength and clarity in his words meant. But that isn’t what Peter did. 

“Please,” Peter cries, frustration and desperation clouding everything else. He reaches between them, just barely able to fit his fingers close enough to touch himself. His entire body convulses when he finally reaches, and he gasps desperately into Tony’s ear. “Please, I’m so close.”

Tony groans softly, cupping the back of Peter’s head with one hand and sliding his other hand down to Peter’s hip. It lets Peter start to bounce again, and allows him to touch himself properly, and the way Peter clenches around Tony is making the older man pant. “Then come,” he says, biting at Peter’s earlobe gently. 

Peter gasps and speeds up his fingers, rubbing in quick circles, and sinks as deep on Tony’s cock as he possibly can and crying out as his orgasm overtakes him. Tony holds him through it, cursing through gritted teeth as he tries to hold his own pleasure back. 

Peter falls into Tony when it’s over, clenching sporadically around Tony with aftershocks. He whines softly, rolling his hips lazily. “Please Tony, please come inside of me, please, I need it, just this once.”

“F-fuck,” Tony gasps, hips snapping up into Peter. “Peter, don’t…”

Peter groans in overstimulation, trying to help by meeting his thrusts. “Tony,” he whispers right in Tony’s ear, and that timed with the snap of his hips makes Tony curse and groan loudly, jerking up into Peter and filling him up with his release. 

Tony pants through the orgasm, kissing the skin he can reach. “Peter,” he whispers, nosing under his ear. 

Peter sighs happily, lazily lifting his hips so he can pull off, sliding down to sit in his lap again. Tony’s cock rubs against his ass and twitches once, and Tony grunts softly. 

“Peter?” Tony asks after a few minutes, pausing his hands from rubbing Peter’s sides. 

“Hmm?” Peter asks, nuzzling into Tony’s hair. 

“What’s going on?” he asks, but he doesn’t push Peter away.

If Peter were a good person, he would have told Tony the truth. He would have admitted what he did, and owned up to it, and accepted any consequences that came with his actions thus far. 

But Tony doesn’t remember what happened. And Peter didn’t do that.

Peter, after only the briefest second of panic, gives a nervous giggle and kisses Tony’s temple. “What do you mean?” he asks, pulling away and smiling down at Tony. 

“I mean…what happened? I don’t…I don’t remember…” Tony looks away, biting his lip. 

Peter hums and kisses Tony’s cheek. “You tried my anxiety medication I was working on for you, and it didn’t work the way I wanted.” He kisses down Tony’s neck. “And then I couldn’t get you off of me-not that I’m complaining.”

“Oh?” Tony says, moving his hands down to Peter’s thighs, rubbing over them softly. “I don’t think that’s what happened, sweetheart.”

Peter tenses up, eyes widening just a bit, as he looks at Tony with a mix of horror and confusion. “W-what?”

Tony hums, moving his hands up and around to grab at Peter’s ass. “I think you saw your poor, defenseless mentor unable to fight back, and took advantage. I seem to remember you begging me to fuck you, just the once, because you were under the impression that I didn’t want you.”

Peter stares at him, half wanting to stand up and cover himself and half wanting to beg Tony to explain what he means. “Mr. Stark, I-”

Tony slaps Peter’s ass, only just hard enough to startle the younger man. “Why don’t I show you what I want, since you’re not inclined to ask?”

Peter’s face flames with a mixture of shame and want, and buries his face in Tony’s neck. “Only seems fair,” he agrees, before he’s suddenly pushed on the floor, eyes wide and staring up at Tony on his knees. The sounds of Tony’s previous orgasms dripping out of him onto the floor are obscene and it makes Peter want more inside him. “What do you want me to do?”

[daisyvisions]

I just gotta hop back in here bc

did someone say p r i m a l hak?? no i need to hear more on this bc oh my lord that's such a ughh yes pls

hak is so underrated hot like he's fr such a giver but combined with a primal kink? pls give us more beloved

🐈

A/N: idk how I managed to conjure this shit up with 5 hours of sleep. tbh I wasn't planning on making it this long but damn okay sexy brain 😮‍💨

so I feel like hak's thing for primal play would be incredibly secret. Like you wouldn't even think he'd be into that especially from his happy and soft personality

but you end up finding out about it while you were trying to run away from him after "accidentally" smearing frosting on his face, he was determined to get you back for it with a wad of whip cream in his hand

eventually he catches up to you and tackles you on the bed, locking you in place while straddling your hips down to the bed. by some miracle he's able to get both your wrists with one hand and he smears the whip cream on your cheek all the way down to your collarbone

you both laugh and tell him to clean you off, but what you didn't realize this whole time while he's got you locked under his grasp was he was already going into primal mode subconsciously and LICKS the whip cream off

of course your instinct reaction was to moan from the sensation of his wet tongue over your skin but you immediately blush and say sorry but instead he intently looks into your eyes, gets closer to your face and just licks your lips, making you moan like a touched-starved loser (but he's fucking basking in your helplessness right now tbh)

something in him snaps, he immediately grabs your very thin shirt and rips it apart with his bare hands and attacks your chest, marking you up as much as he can while he swiftly removes your bottoms along with your underwear and changes position to have your legs wrapped around his torso as he rubs his clothed cock against your wet aching cunt.

the thought of your arousal soaking the front of his sweatpants as he continues to ravage your chest, sucking on your tits like it was his last source of sustenance

he continues to dry hump you until you're cumming all over his pants, and right after he immediately flips you over on your stomach, pulls down his sweatpants enough to free his incredibly hard cock and slips it in your wet entrance with no second thought about preparation because you're incredibly soaking, making the initial stretch of his cock inside you more manageable

now he's roughly thrusting into you, the weight of his body laid on top of you so you have no chance of squirming, hands grabbing your tits for dear life as he grunts like an animal in heat against your ear

needless to say, this goes on for hours on end and you both forget about cake in the kitchen you were suppose to decorate for Jacob's birthday

(well... you're gonna have to make another one because Hakyneon plans on smearing all that cake frosting and whip cream on your naked body later on and cleaning you up again as dessert 🥴)

[spaceyaceface]

I should have specified that it wasn't just your writing that put me off on you, but if I ever said anything to your face in the server, everyone would be clamoring to defend the "Patron Saint."

Which by the way, whoever said that? Was it in the DMs for you to repeat with pride like a badge of honor to feel special? I'm all for people spending time talking, drawing, or writing about the things they love, but every other message that comes from your finger tips makes me feel exhausted. Like I don't even want to be apart of this fandom and accidentally support someone like you.

You've misrepresented disabled peeps, gone off on rants for them when hello - let us speak for ourselves maybe? With attention seeking behavior of bragging about your organization skills, only speaking to those that are popular, and by creating an entire archive as if us writers will disappear. If we do disappear, that's none of your business and not your job to preserve what we put out. Ao3 and Wattpadd exist anyway for us to use if we choose to.

You can pretend all you like that you're living rent-free in my head, that you're speshul to get hate, but truth is - I've seen what kind of person you are and I'm fucking tired of you. I'm tired of people like you, who have the loudest voices and refuse to let others speak for themselves. Who can't allow the conversation to drift off away from them in group settings, and I'm tired of everyone who would have a heart attack if I said one bad thing about you as though you are a literal saint. You aren't a nice person, you're just as bad as me - but at least I have the balls to be fucking honest with people and know when to shut up.

???? I am genuinely confused by a majority of what was said here, and please know that this is the last time I'll respond to you, anon.

Let's get the first thing straight. You don't like what I do? Block me. I don't care. The fact that you said server inclines me to think that we may have crossed paths on discord, and if so, please feel free to block me there, too.

Second, the whole "patron saint" thing is a joke because a while back, there was very little Ominis fanfic being written, so I started writing a bunch. Someone left a comment jokingly calling me 'the patron saint of ominis fics', which I thought was funny, and a couple other people also commented. So, as I joke I added it to my bio. End of story. It's not because I'm better than anyone or perfect or anything like that. It's a joke that I went along with.

While Ominis is disabled, I truly do my best to represent him the best I can. If I've ever said anything hurtful or wrong, then I am sorry about that. I would have greatly appreciated a kind critique letting me know what I've done incorrectly, to better that in the future. Besides Ominis, I have written ONE (1) other fic with a disabled character, which was specifically requested by a disabled person in which I did my best to follow their prompt exactly. I don't know what rants you're talking about. I have actually tried by best to stay away from most things regarding disability, because I myself am not disabled, and therefore have no experience in those conversations. I've made a conscious effort not to get involved in that, besides being a listening ear when others speak on it. However, it's inevitable that I'd touch on it briefly in the fics I write, as Ominis is fucking blind.

Again, any sort of pointers or comments on how to improve these interactions I've written would have been appreciated. How was I ever supposed to learn when no one has told me I'm doing something wrong?

As far as the archive goes, I just randomly suggested putting together lists of all the fics I could find---IT'S NOT THAT DEEP. I have no clue why this would annoy you, but once again, BLOCK IT IF YOU DON'T WANT TO SEE IT. I've seen it done in other fandoms, thought it would be fun, others seemed to like the idea, and tada. Fun fact, if writers delete their writings, it the links won't work. They can still make it disappear if they want. I've said it on the sideblog, if people don't want their work on there, I will take it off, no questions asked. I just figured that since they're publicly posting to the internet, it's pretty much fair game.

I also do my best to interact with each and every person who does the same to me---I'm bad at initiating interactions because I have fucking awful anxiety and OCD, which also accounts for the "organizational skills" I brag about. I try to be as genuine and show my appreciation for all the people who are kind to me, because I am absolutely baffled anyone would take the time of day to say a nice thing to me. If you feel I talk about myself too much, then whatever. I use the internet to vent, whether on here or on discord.

And here I'm about to say the rudest thing I ever have on the internet, and it's this: I am not nearly as bad as you. Never in my life have I left anyone a nasty message full of personal attacks and accusations under the guise of "honesty." Nor will I ever do that, because there is enough hate and heartache in the world already. This behavior that you've displayed is the worst part of internet/fandom culture.

I'd like to bring this back full circle: Block me. If you check my blog again to see if I've responded, then obviously I'm at least somewhat living in your head. For the sake of both your mental health and my own, eliminate the tension by stopping here. You have no idea who I am so don't pretend for a second that you do.

For everyone else who had to read this, thanks for your support. I won't stop talking about myself or writing things I love, even if they're meaningless. I will never be replying to another hate comment on this blog.

[kitsunefox1108]

Hi, I have a fic or oneshot idea.

What if Vergil had an S/O (reader) that one day has accidentally went into the past to the day of the tragedy of the Sparda family and killed the demons that attacked him in the original timeline, and protected him? I feel like it would be an interesting idea to explore how his motives would have changed and how he would have developed them.

Also bonus if you include Dante and reader protecting them too, tbh the whole going to the past thing could be a weird accident.

it is up to you though whether you wanna go for a fic or headcanons

I don't think it could happen by accident. Rather, when Vergil left for the demon world, and you knew that he was unlikely to ever return, you wanted to… change his fate. You wanted to make Vergil happy, and finally see him after he left for the demon world. You went back in time to that terrible day in Vergil's life when he was supposed to lose his family. To lose himself. You come to the house where Dante and Vergil used to live, and you see the demons approaching the house… you are… tense. You knew that if you make a mistake, you will die, and Vergil's fate will repeat itself again. This is not the result you wanted. The demons begin their attack and you notice Eva carrying Dante in her arms as the house burns and collapses. You… feel so sorry. You run towards where Virgil should be.

Vergil looks at you incredulously, and does not want to go to you. You beg him. "Boy… please, the demons won't spare you if you don't come with me! I'll bring you to your mother… I promise…"

You take Vergil's arm, run back at full speed, but you see…

You didn't take into account the fact that Eva didn't know you were running to save Vergil and she dies just like in the original timeline.

Dante and Vergil… are shocked to see it all. They… have lost their mother, and they don't know how to react to it. You feel too much guilt. You… can't say a word, you stand in silence. As long as the demons don't try to attack you.

You take the two sons of Sparda in your arms, and run at full speed, not allowing you to touch them. _________________________________________________ The rest of the day you silently hug two boys who cried into your shoulder, not knowing how to survive the loss. You stroke their hair, whispering intermittently that you are ready to become their guardian and let them live happily.. You knew it would be hard for you. You knew the boys would take a while to get used to you. And it was so hard for you to look at Vergil when he was a child and realize that you were dating him in… the future. However, now you've changed the timeline, and you've changed that you'll be able to date him again sometime. But you didn't mind. You sacrificed it to make him happy. Let him know happiness, and not let him make mistakes in the future…

[plantwriting]

I am in purgatory or perhaps hell (had a 3 hour nap that I got up from around 10pm and have not been able to fall asleep and it is now 3:40am).

anyways, could u talk abt some headcanons that you've been wanting to? /nf ^-^

Oh shit sorry to hear that, can kinda relate I woke up at like 3.30 am and couldn’t fall back asleep today lol, hope you can get some rest though

Also! Absolutely!!!! Hold on entering my mind palace hhhh

Kian has NPD. I know this. In my heart. Very much like a case of “I /need/ to be better than others because if I’m not then I don’t have any worth at all”. Like he holds himself to impossibly high standards that he would never actually expect from anyone else because he’s supposed to be different

Rand also has npd. I also know this in my heart.

Got reminded of this while relistening to ep 4, when I first listened I just like. Decided to hc Rolan as transfem. And then promptly forgot and made him into a gay man instead oops

Rand was given Barc as an emotional support animal after Rachel disappeared

Kian’s parents were teens when they had him, which. Definitely played a role in why they didn’t do a great job with him. I imagine at least one of them (specifically his mom idk why) had like very strict parents who like. Disowned them when they got pregnant which is a pretty big part in why they ended up how they did

Rolan was a weird mix of super anxious and super obedient but then also extremely rebellious when they were young. Like extreme switches between being terrified of doing anything wrong and disappointing his parents and then a day later running away for a few days and getting drunk with the others because he just couldnt handle them

Stolen from @cleverpaws Rolan had like. Longish hair as a teen. Basically as long as his parents would let him have it

Kian went through like every possible hair color as a kid and preteen before settling on blonde because Identity Issues

Have. Touched on it a bit in the series but yeah Kian in my mind definitely did sex work at some point while living in Hollywood. He stopped after someone literally like nearly killed him (which i also referenced in that one oneshot! Fun times)

Becky’s band stayed together after her death/disapperance and ended up pretty popular. Like. Not a household name but they would definitely have a bit of a cult following especially within lgbtq+ circles

Rand was the tallest of the guys for so many years and he was so upset when Rolan had a sudden growth spurt and got tall

Also. Stolen from my convos with cleverpaws Kian was Rachel’s favorite babysitter because he 1. Would listen to her infodump 2. Was the only one that would agree to like. Play dressup and such with her and 3. Was actually smart enough to somewhat understand what she was talking about

I have talked about this before but. Rand. In my heart. Would not be skinny he is overweight and i need this to be more popular as a hc

Coming back from the dead healed all of kian’s wounds which unfortunately included his piercings :( he needs to get them redone oof (at least he still has his tattoos)

Speaking. Of tattoos: the guys would all get matching tattoos after everything happened

Not really a headcanon per se. But. I did realize yesterday that ive kinda accidentally started thinking of what happened between kian and becky under that tree as like. An allegory for sexual assault. Which. Yeah. Rough.

Mentioned both in the coming out oneshot and in a previous post at some point but kian has just a small box of things that mean a lot to him that he keeps hidden away and managed to keep safe even while homeless and stuff. It will definitely show up later on in the fic

Rolan has gone to a gay bar once, almost had a panic attack, and decided to never try again

No clue if i will include this in the therapy series or not. Also cant remember if ive made a post about this or not. But. Rand would start working out at some point after they all survived simply to flirt with kian better (pick him up. He just wants to be able to carry kian around)

Speaking of rand after they all survived (im not in denial shut up) he would eventually discover just a very genuine care for gardening. Like. Non weed plants. Hed grow a very nice garden in their backyard :)

Rolan has had 4 girlfriends in the past, one in high school, one in college, and then two afterwards. They all ended relatively calmly

I can absolutely give more if you want but to not make the post way too long here it is lol

[villainsblog97]

Xdinary Heroes Reaction: Getting tickled

Shout out to @villainous-staytiny! We both watched the newest episode of Rock The World and they gave me the suggestion for this scenario!

Summary: What happens when our Heroes get tickled?

Warnings: Maybe slight language, a few romantic parts? 🤷‍♀️ (it's suppose to be funny)

Scenario: boyfriend AU, romantic, fluff, comedy

Disclaimer: GIFs are mine, please do not repost 😄

Gun-il 🪶

So you were spending time with your boyfriend

He had you in his arms

All was peaceful

You were watching some stages for Test Me

"Why do you have to wink at the camera every damn time your part comes on Goo Gun-il!"

He laughs

"Because I gotta look good for the camera"

"Yeah but you look a little too good!" You pout

Gun-il pokes your side causing you to jump

Resulting in a satisfactory laugh from him

Now it was on

It didn't take long for you to find his weak spot

You sat up on your knees and reached towards the lower side of his back

You barely touched him

Gun-il rolled off the couch in a fit of laughter

"I barely even touched you!" You laughed

You heard that oh-so goofy laugh of his

That sent you into a fit of laughter as well

So hard you fell off the couch right into his arms

You both laid on the floor laughing

Now you knew his weak spot

This is very important information

Jungsu 🪶

You already knew how ticklish Jungsu was

You didn't need to guess

But you couldn't resist his laugh

One day he was in the kitchen

He was washing the dishes from breakfast

You walked up to him

From behind

And put your arms around him

You accidentally brushed your nails against his waist

Jungsu jolted and squeezed his elbows against his body

He tensed up and let out a small giggle

You laughed and hugged him tighter

"I'm sorry Jungsu!" You giggled

He laughed as he held your arms around him

"I didn't mean to!" You laughed

"It's okay... it just tickled!" He laughed as he returned to washing the dishes

An evil smirk grew on your face

You took both hands and poked both sides of his waist

But that was your mistake

Jungsu had a bowl of soapy water he was getting ready to dump down the sink

But his arms jolted at your sudden attack

Sending the soapy water

Directly into your face

You stood back and blew the water that remained on your lips

Jungsu fell onto the floor laughing at his soaking wet love

"I'm sorry Jagiya... but Karma's a bitch"

Gaon 🪶

You and Jiseok are always in a constant prank war with each other

Sometimes you win

Sometimes he wins

Sometimes neither of you win

Because you get busted by Gun-il

You had just pulled another prank on your poor defenseless boyfriend

You made it look like you put an egg through a small water bottle

He didn't believe you

You told him to look closer

When he leaned over the bottle

You gave it a hard squeeze

Shooting water right into his face

He chased you into his shared dorm with Seungmin

He tackled you onto the bed and started tickling you

You screamed in laughter

But you could fight back

When he reached over to tickle your waist

You reached over and poked around his back

Jiseok fell over on you

His adorable laugh echoed in your ear

You laughed with him finally he held his hands up

"Okay I give!!!" He laughed out

Another prank victory went to you!

O.de 🪶

You were starving

You wanted something to eat

You looked over at your boyfriend who was looking at his phone

"Seungminnie...." you sighed

"Yes my love?" He asked, still looking and scrolling though his phone

"I'm hungry"

"Okay..."

"So let's go get something"

He groaned

"Please Minnie...."

He groaned again but this time louder

"Please" you asked as you curled up to him

You thought maybe you could get him to break if you tickled him

You started poking around his stomach and sides

Nothing...

You tried tickling his neck

Still nothing

"The hell!? Are you not ticklish?"

He laughed a little

"Did you think you could tickle me into taking you to get food?"

You pouted and crossed your arms

"Well not anymore"

He laughed again and kissed your nose

"Ah my baby needs nutrients...."

You nodded your head with puppy eyes you lip out slightly

He laughed again at how cute you were being

And finally caved into getting you some food.

Junhan 🪶

You and Hyeongjun hadn't been together long

But he was already so in love with you

You were too

He was so sweet

You loved everything about him

You two sat on the couch one day watching a drama

He was so focused on the drama he missed your question

You had asked him if he wanted any ramen

Yes actual Ramen (you weirdos)

But he didn't hear you

You got close to his ear and whispered the same question

Hyeongjun cringed and giggled as he covered his ear

You laughed in a little shock

"Sorrg Jagi... that tickled!" He laughed

You'd heard your boyfriend laugh

Just not like this

"I'm sorry Jun!" You laughed as you hugged him

"S-sorry what was your question?" He asked coming down from his laughing fit

"I asked if you wanted me to make some ramen" you laughed again

He laughed and nodded his head

You got up and started making some Ramen

Hyeongjun came up and whispered thank you in your ear

Causing you to squeal and pull away from him

Making both of you laugh again.

Jooyeon 🪶

You two were sitting on the couch

Jooyeon kept giving you light kisses all over your face

One after the other

Until he finally reached your lips

To say the kiss got heated was an understatement

You turned around to face him more

And made a trail of kisses down to his neck

Jooyeon pulled away laughing

You looked a little confused

"Sorry baby!" He laughs

"That's tickled!"

Talk about a buzz kill

But his laugh always makes you happy

It's one of the things you fell in love with

You couldn't help but laugh at his laugh

"Sorry Joo" you giggled

"It's okay" he returned to kiss your lips

But he had a plan

As he rested his hands on your waist

He gave your side a light pinch

Making you squeal and fall off the couch

You laughed as he helped you up

"Sorry baby... just had to get you back" he laughed

Now it was war 😈

[auspex]

Our Lasombra hasn't replied which makes me suspicious but otherwise all things going well I get to play Nathaniel in four hours, for the first time in over a month. So in the spirit of the season I should explain that ghoul adoption comment lmao

Long content ahead because this was a throwback after literal years I'm sorry

Important context:

1. We're playing Dark Ages Vampire, so we've got Roads in play and it's the late 1190s.

2. Nathaniel's great-great grandsire is Cassandra, so his bloodline hold the belief that it isn't Malkav's madness that passed through the clan; it's the shattered fragments of his Complete Truth, and that the curse is social: they're doomed to not understand what they've been shown because no one Malkavian has enough context, other clans misunderstand them and think that they're mad, and some fledglings do get given Truths they're not ready for and crack under the pressure. They consider Dementation to be about revealing inner truth, not about madness.

Our overarching quest currently (we've gone on at least four side quests in the meantime because that's what happens when you leave the Malkavian in charge) is to find our Prince's torpored Keeper and Scourge, wake them up and tell them it's time to come home. The Scourge is lying beheaded under a battlefield in France, and the axe that beheaded him is kept under a Norse temple (guarded by a werewolf) and still dripping with his vitae. We need his vitae to awaken him. So we have to trek through the Norwegian wilderness.

We get attacked by a Gangrel and his ghouls, much as you'd expect. Nathaniel utilises his standard procedure of destabilising the battlefield with Incubus Passion and Haunt the Soul. One of the ghouls gets so terrified that he scrambles out of the conflict quicksmart and cowers at the edge. We deal with the rest of it: Incubus Passion on the Gangrel gets him laughing hysterically and unable to stop us staking him. The coterie start picking up their post fight business, which for Nathaniel includes checking on the terrified ghoul.

He uses Spirit's Touch on the ghoul's sword and discovers that he's actually from York, got taken as a slave in a Viking raid, got ghouled and then got carried away. Nathaniel crouches down, and delivers one of the best pep talks I think I've ever role played.

Nathaniel explains to the ghoul that he's lucky to still be alive, but that that must be for a reason and that this is a crossroads. He hasn't always been this person. He hasn't always been destructive and bloodthirsty. But now he has a choice to make. His master is staked in the mouth of a nearby cave. Returning is an option. But if he unstakes the Gangrel, he will die in the inevitable frenzy. Or he can take his second chance, make a new life for himself, and choose to be better. If Nathaniel ever meets him again, he'll take it as a sign that their paths are supposed to align. If he doesn't, he wishes him well.

We get up, we leave, we come back from the temple to find drag marks and a pile of ash, implying that the ghoul dragged his master out into the sunlight and killed him. The ghoul isn't there. No harm no foul. We keep moving.

We pass through Germany when we get back to Europe and during Malkavian-led side quest number one, Nathaniel accidentally meets Cassandra's brother-in-the-blood, Maximilian. Maximilian originally mistakes him for a Ventrue, but upon realising they're related, comments "I should have known: your ghoul was here just a few weeks ago"

Nathaniel doesn't have a ghoul and says as much. Maximilian looks puzzled and expresses that the Whispers around this ghoul definitely carried Nathaniel's psychic energy, and that he was on his way to Paris. We put two and two together: this is the ghoul from Norway, travelling to Paris to convert back to Catholicism (because the Vikings acknowledged there, not Rome, as the seat of the church).

He's gone now though, and our paths don't cross, so he doesn't come up again.

UNTIL.

A year later in game (SEVERAL years later for us as players), we've made it to Paris on Malkavian-led side quest number... four? Nathaniel is trying to unfuck some family drama (he's minor royalty and the drama with the Breton/English lines of succession and Richard I appointing Arthur heir to stymie Prince John is currently playing out). We're getting the lay of the political landscape from a Path of Chivalry Ventrue who runs a haven for the Road of Humanity (especially those who believe in the Dream of Carthage) when Nathaniel remembers the ghoul. He gives a physical description and finds out that he spent time with the vampires on the Path of Penitence.

Further on, we end up meeting with one of the most influential Parisian penitents and we get ACTUAL ANSWERS.

He stayed in the penitent cells for some time, but has now gone back to England to lodge with a Malkavian abbess. He has cut off his own hand in line with Matthew 5:30, thrown it into the Seine and not rehealed it. He's renamed himself Peter after the apostle as an acknowledgement of his temper and propensity towards violence. And he's waiting for Nathaniel to come back to him.

We still have a lot to do in France (un-kidnap Arthur, free Constance, locate and awaken the Scourge, plus all of the legwork) but once the coterie is back in England GHOUL ADOPTION TIME I really hope he's a cool NPC I'm very excited.

YOOo this is NUTS i love it when long running plot threads come together! This only kind of shit can happen in TTRPGs and they are So Special to me. I hope by this point you've had the conclusion to ghoul adoption and feel free to tell me about it sorry it took me so long to post this I've not been a person.

I would love a dark ages game except IDK history so it'd be hard to Rp. So I like to hear about it cause i'll prob never play. The differences are so.. neat.

[powered-universe-official]

TPUD1, Chapter 1: The Warehouse

Zephyr finds something out that she never thought she would

Zephyr remembers when she was first picked up by an agency. She was one of the 5% of the human population to have the Powered gene, giving her powers. She also was one of the even fewer Powered to be picked up by one of the Superhero Agencies. They helped her train how to be a more precise flier and helped her learn basic martial arts.

Of course, with her rise in prominence, there came someone else. Electrode. She has been told that in terms of power, Electrode was nowhere near the most dangerous, and yet she never seemed to be able to catch them. Hell, they didn’t even have a power. They just built things, and yet she has never been able to even touch them.

So Zephyr has been doing her own research on the few hours she got off, and eventually followed the sparse crumb trail to one of the warehouses. And today, on her first day off in a year, she was going to investigate. 

Donning simple black clothes, she sneaks onto the premises and goes to one of the many side doors. Checking the handle, it surprisingly opens with ease. She goes inside and closes the door behind her. 

The warehouse is unerringly clean and organized. On every wall are clear and large instructions on what to do in case of a fire, chemical spill, or technical failure, and the meanings of each symbol. She also finds a map and sees exactly where the office is, which is only accessible from a place listed as Work Room.

She quickly looks at the map, memorizing the way to the Work Room, and turns to see a henchman. He’s tall, wearing a simple blue shirt and large black pants. Around his neck is a lanyard with Electrode’s symbol on it: a circle with lightning bolts surrounding the outside. On the lanyard are a few pins, one with the trans flag, one that says “stay sexy and don't die”, and one with the Milky Way. 

“Uh…” He looks her up and down before a spark of recognition appears, and Zephyr steps back, preparing for a fight. “Oh! You’re Leto Marcella!” He smiles at her before realizing something. “Wait, why are you here?”

Zephyr is … very confused. Aren’t henchmen supposed to work for the villain? Why aren’t they trying to attack her? “Why does that matter to you?” She responds, not wanting to give away why she’s here. 

“Uh, because it’s your day off?” He asks like she hadn’t realized. 

But … “How do you know that?” She asks defensively, getting ready to attack if she needs to.

“Oh! Because Electrode doesn’t want to fight you on your days off! Or hours, I guess. At least, that’s what they told me during initiation.” He shrugs before looking at the clock above the map. “Oh shit! Sorry, I have to go. Feel free to explore so long as you don’t commit arson or assault!” He runs off behind Zephyr, and she stands there in a fog.

She walks to the Work Room, vaguely aware of what was happening. She accidentally bumps into someone when she opens the door, their coffee mug falling to the floor.

“Ah shit not again.” They mutter, looking for a broom.

“I’m sorry!” Zephyr apologizes, running towards the one nearby and coming back as quick as she could. “I wasn’t paying attention!” She starts to sweep it up before looking up and seeing the person staring at them.

“What the fuck are you doing working on your day off?!” They cry out, pushing Zephyr out of the way, and her hands drop the broom and dustpan immediately. They grab the cleaning supplies and quickly sweep up the mess. They start to mumble under their breath as they go to throw it away, turning sharply to Zephyr once they’re done.

“Explain yourself!” They demand. 

Zephyr crosses her arms. “I wanted to check out the warehouse, make sure my months of hard work weren’t for nothing.” She huffs. “Why are you guys so nice? You’re supposed to be-”

“Evil? Yeah, that’s part of the job description.” The person goes to a coffee machine next to the trash can. “But the pay’s not bad. And there’s a clause that’s like, about ethical sourcing of all materials and food. I heard that Jeremy got a specific one about only stealing from people who get over a certain amount every year. Electrode is surprisingly good at writing contracts.” They take a now full cup of coffee and sips it with a hum. 

Zephyr relaxes slightly and steps forwards. “Pay?”

They turn to her with a smile. “Oh yeah, minimum here is like, $20 an hour. We also get consistent hours. Most people work eight hours a day, five days a week. A few of our more experienced employees, like me, work almost 24/7, except we get one day off a week, which we choose once we get that contract.” They take another sip of coffee. “But then again, we’re usually the ones who have less to lose.”

Zephyr almost chokes at the minimum wage. She doesn’t even get paid. She has a separate job outside of being a hero, two in fact. It’s why she rarely gets any time to rest. 

The person giggles at Zephyr, handing her a coffee mug. “Cappuccino, right?”

Zephyr takes the mug in shock. “How did you know?” She asks.

They grin. “Do you know this person named Virtue?” They say cryptically, and Zephyr gasps.

“Iced caramel latte?!” She squeaks, and Virtue laughs.

“Bitch I thought you knew my face!” They take another drink of their coffee. “I was your regular for five months, and we worked together for two!”

“Is this why you left?”

“It was the pockets- wait let me show you.” Virtue takes out three alarm clocks out of one pocket, and then goes back in to pull out a box of honeycomb.

Zephyr just watches in surprise. “This is the uniform?” Virtue nods. “Uniform at the Agency is spandex.” Virtue gags.

That’s when someone clears their throat. Zephyr turns to see Electrode’s mask staring at them. She almost screamed, but for some reason she couldn’t.

“Zephyr.” Their distorted voice filters through. “How’s the coffee?”

Zephyr splutters. “We’re arch rivals and you want me to give you a coffee review?” She demands. Electrode tilts their head. 

“Yes? Look I know you don’t know but we don’t fight in the warehouses. Conflict kept to a minimum.” They explain. “Especially after we built the underground library.”

Virtue shudders, so Zephyr can guess that whatever happened was pretty bad. “Okay.” She starts carefully. “I just, I don’t understand. You’re in a band shirt! I’m not allowed to listen to music anymore!” She cries out, and Virtue and Electrode gasp in horror.

“Babe, you need to quit now.” Virtue says, placing a hand on Zephyr’s shoulder. “Let us enlighten you to the wonders of music.” Electrode nods.

“I can’t, it’s a lifetime contract.” Zephyr laments, and Electrode gasps again. “I was ten, you can’t blame me.”

Electrode starts to spark, literally. “Those fucking assholes!” they yell. “Ugh, fighting you was so cathartic! What the fuck government?!”

Virtue takes out an eraser and throws it at Electrode, who calms down at that. “Sorry, uh, enjoy the coffee. I have a conference with those guys from Europe. If I don’t come out in thirty, you know what to do.” They turn and leave.

Zephyr is escorted home soon after by Virtue, who happens to live next door.

“Sorry about stalking you, by the way.” They apologize. “Electrode is very adamant that you two fight on your terms without you actually … saying anything verbally.”

“So you memorized my work schedule.”

“Exactly!” Virtue smiles. “Well, gotta get back. See you whenever. And you can always talk to me if you want to know more about initiation!”

Leto blinks, goes into her apartment, and goes right to sleep.

Next

[makermakeswriting]

TPU Chapter One: The Warehouse (D1)

Zephyr remembers when she was first picked up by an agency.

She was one of the 5% of the human population to have the Powered gene, giving her powers. She also was one of the even fewer Powered to be picked up by one of the Superhero Agencies. They helped her train how to be a more precise flier and helped her learn basic martial arts.

Of course, with her rise in prominence, there came someone else. Electrode. She has been told that in terms of power, Electrode was nowhere near the most dangerous, and yet she never seemed to be able to catch them. Hell, they didn’t even have a power. They just built things, and yet she has never been able to even touch them.

So Zephyr has been doing her own research on the few hours she got off, and eventually followed the sparse crumb trail to one of the warehouses. And today, on her first day off in a year, she was going to investigate. 

Donning simple black clothes, she sneaks onto the premises and goes to one of the many side doors. Checking the handle, it surprisingly opens with ease. She goes inside and closes the door behind her. 

The warehouse is unerringly clean and organized. On every wall are clear and large instructions on what to do in case of a fire, chemical spill, or technical failure, and the meanings of each symbol. She also finds a map and sees exactly where the office is, which is only accessible from a place listed as Work Room.

She quickly looks at the map, memorizing the way to the Work Room, and turns to see a henchman. He’s tall, wearing a simple blue shirt and large black pants. Around his neck is a lanyard with Electrode’s symbol on is: a circle with lightning bolts surrounding the outside. On the lanyard are a few pins, one with the trans flag, one that says “stay sexy and dont die”, and one with the Milky Way. 

“Uh…” He looks her up and down before a spark of recognition appears, and Zephyr steps back, preparing for a fight. “Oh! You’re Leto Marcella!” He smiles at her before realizing something. “Wait, why are you here?”

Zephyr is … very confused. Aren’t henchmen supposed to work for the villain? Why aren’t they trying to attack her? “Why does that matter to you?” She responds, not wanting to give away why she’s here. 

“Uh, because it’s your day off?” He asks like she hadn’t realized. 

But … “How do you know that?” She asks defensively, getting ready to attack if she needs to.

“Oh! Because Elecrode doesn’t want to fight you on your days off! Or hours, I guess. At least, that’s what they told me during initiation.” He shrugs before looking at the clock above the map. “Oh shit! Sorry, I have to go. Feel free to explore so long as you don’t commit arson or assault!” He runs off behind Zephyr, and she stands there in a fog.

She walks to the Work Room, vaguely aware of what was happening. She accidentally bumps into someone when she opens the door, their coffee mug falling to the floor.

“Ah shit not again.” They mutter, looking for a broom.

“I’m sorry!” Zephyr apologizes, running towards the one nearby and coming back as quick as she could. “I wasn’t paying attention!” She starts to sweep it up before looking up and seeing the person staring at them.

“What the fuck are you doing working on your day off?!” They cry out, pushing Zephyr out of the way, and her hands drop the broom and dust pan immediately. They grab the cleaning supplies and quickly sweep up the mess. They start to mumble under their breath as they go to throw it away, turning sharply to Zephyr once they’re done.

“Explain yourself!” They demand. 

Zephyr crosses her arms. “I wanted to check out the warehouse, make sure my months of hard work weren’t for nothing.” She huffs. “Why are you guys so nice? You’re supposed to be-”

“Evil? Yeah, that’s part of the job description.” The person goes to a coffee machine next to the trash can. “But the pay’s not bad. And there’s a clause that’s like, about ethical sourcing of all materials and food. I heard that Jeremy got a specific one about only stealing from people who get over a certain amount every year. Electrode is surprisingly good at writing contracts.” They take a now full cup of coffee and sips it with a hum. 

Zephyr relaxes slightly and steps forwards. “Pay?”

They turn to her with a smile. “Oh yeah, minimum here is like, $20 an hour. We also get consistent hours. Most people work eight hours a day, five days a work. A few of our more experienced employees, like me, work almost 24/7, except we get one day off a week, which we choose once we get that contract.” They take another sip of coffee. “But then again, we’re usually the ones who have less to lose.”

Zephyr almost chokes at the minimum wage. She doesn’t even get paid. She has a separate job outside of being a hero, two in fact. It’s why she rarely gets any time to rest. 

The person giggles at Zephyr, handing her a coffee mug. “Cappuccino, right?”

Zephyr takes the mug in shock. “How did you know?” She asks.

They grin. “Do you know this person named Virtue?” They say cryptically, and Zephyr gasps.

“Iced caramel latte?!” She squeaks, and Virtue laughs.

“Bitch I thought you knew my face!” They take another drink of their coffee. “I was your regular for five months, and we worked together for two!”

“Is this why you left?”

“It was the pockets- wait let me show you.” Virtue takes out three alarm clocks out of one pocket, and then goes back in to pull out a box of honeycomb.

Zephyr just watches in surprise. “This is the uniform?” Virtue nods. “Uniform at the Agency is spandex.” Virtue gags.

That’s when someone clears their throat. Zephyr turns to see Electrode’s mask staring at them. She almost screamed, but for some reason she couldn’t.

“Zephyr.” Their distorted voice filters through. “How’s the coffee?”

Zephyr splutters. “We’re arch rivals and you want me to give you a coffee review?” She demands. Electrode tilts their head. 

“Yes? Look I know you don’t know but we don’t fight in the warehouses. Conflict kept to a minimum.” They explain. “Especially after we built the underground library.”

Virtue shudders, so Zephyr can guess that whatever happened was pretty bad. “Okay.” She starts carefully. “I just, I don’t understand. You’re in a band shirt! I’m not allowed to listen to music anymore!” She cries out, and Virtue and Electrode gasp in horror.

“Babe, you need to quit now.” Virtue says, placing a hand on Zephyr’s shoulder. “Let us enlighten you to the wonders of music.” Electrode nods.

“I can’t, it’s a lifetime contract.” Zephyr laments, and Electrode gasps again. “I was ten, you can’t blame me.”

Electrode starts to spark, literally. “Those fucking assholes!” they yell. “Ugh, fighting you was so cathartic! What the fuck government?!”

Virtue takes out an eraser and throws it at Electrode, who calms down at that. “Sorry, uh, enjoy the coffee. I have a conference with those guys from Europe. If I don’t come out in thirty, you know what to do.” They turn and leave.

Zephyr is escorted home soon after by Virtue, who happens to live next door.

“Sorry about stalking you, by the way.” They apologize. “Electrode is very adamant that you two fight on your terms without you actually … saying anything verbally.”

“So you memorized my work schedule.”

“Exactly!” Virtue smiles. “Well, gotta get back. See you whenever. And you can always talk to me if you want to know more about initiation!”

Leto blinks, goes into her apartment, and goes right to sleep.