#and yes that’s like three puns in one sentence

[therighthandofvengeance]

As it’s his first solo album after leaving his band, “Marz Ryots”, John Sheridan is nervous about touring “Falling at Zha’Ha’Dum”. When Kosh, the house manager, tells him that he’s been double-booked with Grey Camerata, he has to discuss the best use of the time slot with the lead virtuosa (and soon-to-be conductor) Delenn Mir. Who’d’ve thought that the key to harmony was in her sharp mind?

[eastbubble]

plsss i need a continuation of that quickie with !09 ghost fic 😭 like i need angst, ghost immediately ignoring reader after getting caught out of sheer embarrassment and a need to “protect” reader from himself I NEED IT

jk its up to u if u want to write it, its okay if not 👨‍🦲

oh my god yes ! i see this ! thanks for the idea love ! press the button for the angsty (no comfort ……..) sequel to this fic ! ><

roach stood there in the doorstep, the usb stick almost falling out of his hand because of how much his fingers were starting to shake. his brain refused to take in the fact that he had caught his lieutenant and a fellow sergeant basically doing the deed when they were supposed to be working. his head went dizzy and he looked down in shame, cheeks lighting up with a bright shade of pink — though nobody could see that because he pulled his mask up.

simon looked at you in the eyes, shaking his head in disappointment. you two stayed like that for a few seconds, his pants pulled down to the middle of his thighs and you just pressed against the wall. you could feel him grip your hips a little tighter, his touch becoming a little shaky as he eventually set you down to the floor, your back sliding along the rough wooden wall.

you didn’t know what to think of the situation. why was simon shaking his head like you were the only one guilty in performing this little stunt? why was the look in his eyes so full of disappointment and not guilt or embarrassment? it was like this whole thing didn’t even faze him at all — it had the same effect as a knife being stabbed right into your heart, and just for some more dramatic outcome, even twisted two or three times.

the shaking sergeant’s boots made a small little sound as he turned around and quickly walked down the stairs in silence. great. ghost quickly pulled up his pants, buckling his belt as fast as he could and zipping his gray wool pullover as quick as possible. he seemed mad and angry but you couldn’t really get why it was all directed towards you. yeah, sure, you’re neck deep in this pile of shit as well but it takes two people to kiss! and it takes two to have sex! and it takes three to get caught!

“we’re fucked..” you muttered under your breath, not exactly knowing what to do right now. you wanted to ease the tension somehow but the air was thick and warm and it was suffocating because of the weight it put on your shoulders.

“only you are.” he said lowly.

“great pun. what now-“

“it was not a pun.” he hissed. then why would you be the only one who’s in the mud right now? you looked at him with a confused expression on your face, the traces of your previously apparent dark red blush slowly fading away as your body temperature was finally cooling. it was a quick switch.. “you’re gonna be the one stuck with the title lieutenant-fucker.”

“oh come on. sanderson’s probably not going to talk for like a week now anyways. and it’s not like he’s going to tell on you, he’s practically your little brother, no-“

silence struck the rotten room once simon’s radio went off, a few slurred words and some incredibly deafening static echoing from the walkie talkie. it sounded like roach was on the other end of the line (who else would it be?) and just like you predicted, he was struggling to form his sentences, brain fuzzy as he was desperately asking for help through half-words. you managed to catch a word about general shepherd, your brain immediately ‘sobering’ up — the mission was still very much going. it did not end. you were the only one that was stuck on this point of getting caught in the middle of some quickie.

and without saying a word, ghost was already running down the stairs with his rifle in his hand, leaving you behind like you weren’t just as important (according to ranks..) as sanderson was.

it seems like that day became thin air to your lieutenant.

[miitarashi]

Could u do a some headcannons about Tintin laughing, like, his sense of humour, how contagious his laugh is, what he would do if we had a contagious laugh or a weird sense of humour. Just wondering coz I was watching an episode from the series and his laugh is acctually so adorable, like bro I just wanna hug him and give him literally anything he wants ❤️

AWWW THIS IS WAY TOO CUTE TO BE IGNORED I MUST DO IT WITH ALL THE CUTENESS IN THE WORLD! (sorry got a little excited here lol)

☆Tintin laugh headcanons☆

For starters.

He and Haddock have the worst sense of humor possible.

I can't take this out of my mind-

Like,he'll laugh at dad jokes or will not undestand because he'll try to seak sense into the joke.

You know when you tell a self-deprecating jokes in front of your parents and they scold you?

Yes,he'll do it.

Not exactly scold you,but will wait until you stop laughing to ask if you're ok in a worried tone.

His normal sense of humor goes for that one joke of the chicken who crossed the road to make """funny""" comments about something. That normally is funny just for him in the most of the times he does it.

But,Tintin of course laugh at silly things too,like if you trip in front of him he'll do this little cute laugh while helping and saying for you to be careful.

It's not exactly the type with loose laugh,but definitly not the difficult one either.

This when we talk about the Tintin from the series,but Tintin from the movie is a bit different (since unfortunaly in the movie we didn't see he really laughing and this hurt me 🥲)

He probably is a bit complicated to laugh, his sense of humor mostly making puns, sarcastic or ironic comments about something.

Being more funny when he do without noticing because he's a little menace in his own way. We can easily see it when he talk with sakharin for the first time (his face when he simply say "i don't have it" is the best lol)

Now,the best for the last.

His ✨Laugh✨

He have three types. Wait,hear me out-

The one he try to hide,that little laugh cleaning the throat and looking away you know?

The second and most normal is that small laugh. Quick and polite.

The thrid. This one. This one is hard to get. It's random so something funny and random had to happen.

i headcanon that take a really good while for Haddock hear Tintin (from the movie) really laughing like,really bursting out laughing.

And just like i said,it was random. Haddock was trying to help Tintin with a hint about some old mistery and he terribly pronounced an entire sentence with so much confidence to the point of making Tintin ask him to repeat it, when he did, Tintin stared at him for a few seconds, connected the dots and broke out laughing.

Bro wasn't really expecting lol.

And his laugh is good to hear,like that heart warming type of laugh that makes you smile and wanting to hear it again as much you can you know???

He do it so less often that makes him weak when he laugh like this,he hold onto someone to keep still lol.

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A/N: HERE IT IS! I loved doing this one lol. i hope that when the next movie come out WE WILL BE ABLE TO HEAR HIM LAUGHING OR I'LL COMMIT WAR CRIMES- i feel robbed 🥲. Thank you for the delicious idea unknow person,love u 😌❤️

[vintagenetwork]

All I've Ever Desired: Resurfaced Memories

2012!Leo x Fashion Model Reader

A/N: Hi tumblr! Okay, please bare with me because I'm a little new to this place, but I've been DYING to write this ongoing series. Hope you enjoy! :)

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You were a fashion model, he was a crime-fighting leader in blue. You and Leo shared a long past as friends back in highschool, hoping to grow even closer than ever. You were going abroad to Italy to pursue the dream of becoming a fashion designer, then return back to NYC just like you planned. Until one day you got separated from the family after the Krang took over New York, leaving the turtles to run to April’s farm house while you were nowhere to be found. Three years have passed, and an upcoming fashion show is taking place in the city. As advertisements covered the streets, Leo would've never believed the girl who stole his heart and disappeared would be starring the front covers.

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: Angst, use of Y/N

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The sound of laughter rang through the cool night air, I watched my brothers sit in a circle as April walked toward them with a box of pizza in hand. We just had to celebrate another mission, I wasn’t too fond of being so out in the open though, especially with how loud Mikey was talking and the recent discovery last night. It was one thing to deal with the Krang, but now them working alongside the Footclan? Could’ve fooled me. “Always on the lookout, aren’t you, Blue?” Her voice chirped from behind. I could already see the smile painted on her face as her footsteps grew closer. “Someone’s gotta keep watch,” I muttered in response, leaning back against a wall. She sighed as she swung her legs over the edge of the rooftop. “You know I was against us coming back up here. We’re supposed to lay low, especially now that the Footclan is teaming up with the Krang.” “You worry too much, you know that?” She tilted her head back toward me, that smug smile still on her face. That damn smug smile. “I mean, there’s nothing wrong with that, but, if you keep this up you’re gonna start like, shedding your shell from stress-!” “Turtles don’t shed.” She huffed a laugh as she shook her head.

“Yes, they do. And what I’m trying to say is that you need to relax, Leo,” I watched her swing her legs back onto the rooftop, dusting her pants off before walking toward me.  “You and the gang deserve a break-! Besides, how many more times are you gonna get moments like this?” Our direction turned toward Mikey belching in Raph’s face, a visible vein throbbing on his forehead as he clenched his fists.

However, before I could make my way over to break up an upcoming fight, the sudden warmth that enveloped my hand caused me to freeze. 

“You’re an amazing older brother and leader,” Y/N continued, her fingers slipping in between mine. “They all look up to you, and they know they can depend on you. Even Raph. We’ll be ready when the Krang and Footclan come down our path. But for now, you need to take one shell of a break.” I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head at that last sentence, her laughter at the ridiculous pun cracking me a smile. 

“You’re gonna tell me all of that then ruin the moment for a stupid pun? Guess you can call me shell-shocked.” Now her eyes were rolling back as she tried to hide her smile.

“Hey-! If you guys still want your slice, you better hurry up before Mr. No-Manners downs it in the next three seconds!” Raph called out, headlocking Mikey to the ground as he chanted ‘uncle’ endlessly. Casey filmed the whole showcase, cackling like a witch as Donnie poked Raph with the end of his staff in hope to calm things down (things did not calm down). The two of us exchanged a small smile before walking back to join the rest of the group, my hand still clasping hers before we released hold. For a split second, it felt as if she didn’t want to let go just yet.

I didn’t either.

⇷^⇸

“Thanks for getting pizza this time, April,” You sighed, plopping next to her orange-haired friend in exhaustion. “I know how packed that stupid pizza parlor can get.” “No worries, I get my pay back when one of these four scare the hell outta those delivery guys on their little vespas,” She laughed in response, sliding the box toward you. “Speaking of vespas… are you gonna… you know?” You froze mid-bite at April, choking on the dough, tomato sauce, and cheese as the boys turned their attention to your coughing fit.

“I, uhm, I was hoping to… tell them a little later,” You squeaked in response. The sound of your nails digging into the styrofoam plate caused Donnie to raise a non-existent eyebrow, his brown eyes meeting Leo’s confused look.

“Is there something you wanna tell us, Y/N?” You jumped at Donnie’s question as you lifted your gaze from the plate. Now your look met everyone’s stares, including April’s supportive one. 

“Nope! Well… Not uh, really relevant until later this year,” You replied, biting the inside of your cheek.

“Oooooo! What’s happening later this year?” Mikey teased as he laid flat on his plastron. “You getting married~?” “WHAT?!” You and Leo screeched, Leo’s voice however, was much more high-pitched. As Leo looked away from the eyes on him, you scrambled to get your words together. “I am NOT getting married, Mikey. Let me make that clear to EVERYONE.” “So, if you aren’t getting married,” Casey started, freezing mid sentence at your glare.

“Then what’s happening ‘later this year?’” Raph finished, resting his arm on his knee. Now the spotlight turned back to you, silence along with the faint car honks leaving you to respond. You dug your fingers into your pants, trying to spill the words like a can of beans. This really was one shell of a situation. Heh, Leo would’ve loved that…Leo…

“April, Casey, and…uh, turtles,” You started, taking in a deep breath. Another few moments of silence passed as you felt your throat slowly starting to close up. But, you knew you had to get this over with, the weight will probably kill you at this point if you don't tell the truth. 

“I’m gonna be moving abroad for school in three months. I’ll be in Italy for college to become a designer. Fashion designer specifically.” As you paused for a moment, you saw the shocked faces of your friends before you. April gave your hand a gentle squeeze to continue.

“I… don’t know when I’ll be back specifically,” You dropped your head, staring at the leftover pizza crust. By now, Mikey would’ve snatched and stuffed it in his mouth, but from the sudden change in atmosphere, you understand why it’s still sitting on the plate. “And I would turn down the offer to go to school here-” “Then why won’t you?!” Casey blurred out as he sat up straight. “NYU is only, what,  a couple of blocks away? Wouldn’t it be cheaper to stay here and take whatever fashion class they had? You’ll probably be saving an arm and a leg flying over there AND renting a dorm-!” Even though none of them showed it, the brothers agreed in silence as they looked back at you for a response. “She’s going to Italy because she got a full scholarship, dingus,” April glared at his interruption. “If she could stay here she obviously would. But, it’s her life and her choices to make, not ours… even though… I wish I could convince you outta this somehow.” With a light hearted chuckle, April released your hand as she stood up, clenching her fists.

“I wasn’t planning on telling you guys yet, especially with everything going on but… I’m a little glad I got it done and over with. Probably would’ve hurt more if I told you later on anyways.” Your heart ached at the turtles’ stares, especially Leo’s. Just looking at his eyes spoke millions of words, his lips slightly agape as you looked away. But two words specifically rang in your head after reading his plea:

 Don’t go.

“WE’LL MISS YOUUUUUUUU~!” Mikey cried as he wrapped his arms around your neck, full on wailing into your shoulder. You chuckled softly as you patted the back of his shell trying to soothe the youngest brother. You were gonna miss the sewer murals you’ve worked on together…

“Hey hey, calm down, Mikey! It’s not like I’m leaving tomorrow!” You tried to brush it off, gently prying Mikey off you to look into his eyes. “We still have another good three months together, and you already know damn well we're gonna make the best of it.” “So you’ll finally try my homemade pizza-bite cereal and grand algae slushies?!” “Don’t push your luck.” “Worth a shot.”

“This was really unexpected, Y/N…” Donnie rubbed the back of his neck as he stood up. “B-but of course, we’ll wish the best for you in Italy! The architecture and landmarks there are astounding, especially with the history behind them. Uh, promise to send us photo cards?” “I promise I’m gonna call you guys everyday, Don,” You grinned as you offered a reassuring squeeze on his shoulder. “Maybe you can give me a history lesson about the country, or show me tips on how to survive over there.” Donnie’s sad expression wavered at your response, his smile growing as he patted the back of your hand.

“Hey, think about the positives-!” Raph said, resting his elbow on top of Mikey’s head. “She’ll be heading off to pursue her dreams and we finally have more room in the lair! No more listening to hair dryers early in the morning or her screwing up our missions somehow.” The group, especially Leo, all turned to glare at the him as he let out a chuckle. You did the same though, shaking your head as you laughed to yourself.

“Oh, I’m so gonna miss you, big guy,” You sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I’ll make sure I’ll make Mikey find the best possible ways to annoy you in my honor…” Raph scoffed as he placed his hands on his sides, feeling the weight of your chin on his shoulder. “Promise me you’ll always take good care of the family…alright?” Within the silence, you smiled to yourself as you felt a hand gently pat your lower back in response.

“Three months away, so right when we graduate you’re kissing April and I goodbye?” Casey questioned as he leaned on his hockey stick. “Guess it’s back to good ol’ Red and I. Why’s it always the chicks that gotta leave?” Casey was immediately met with scolding from April, playfully smacking his head while he cowered and tried to shield himself.

You pulled your gaze away from April’s parenting instincts to turn to Leo, who just happened to be staring back at you. Stepping away from the group’s loud antics, you and the turtle stood infront of each other as the once melodic mood turned melancholic. 

“I was planning to tell you first, by the way,” You broke the silence, holding onto yourself as you tried to keep your composition. “Leo, please trust me when I searched for so many different ways to try and come to this outcome. And… Now the more I think of it, the more I’m starting to regret i-”You were cut off mid sentence, however, as a pair of hands held yours ever so gently. You remained quiet once Leo gave you a serious yet soft look. 

“Y/N, I don’t want you to be reluctant about your goals because of  us,” Leo started, his thumb softly brushing back and forth against the back of your hand. “Getting a scholarship is amazing, and I’m genuinely proud of you. You’ve made your choices and you have your dreams, so hurry up and chase them. Then, come back to us, alright?”

You felt water appear at your lash line, you thought you were gonna break down right then and there from the sweet words the turtle had to say. Quickly, you two hugged each other as tight as possible, faces burying into each others’ shoulders as you refused to let go. You were going to miss goofing off with Mikey, learning from Donnie, pissing off Raph, hanging out with Casey and April… but most of all you were going to miss your leader in blue.

“I’ll be back here before you guys know it,” You smiled, reluctantly pulling away from his grip. “Besides, three months to hang around with you guys? That’s more than enough time to have a Space Heroes marathon, no?” You could feel Leo’s smile  as he chuckled to himself, the two of you walking side by side back toward the group.

“More than enough time…” He repeated to himself. Maybe for once, life would treat him and his brothers right. They’ll get rid of any dangers lurking within the city, he’ll become a true leader, and he’ll spend as much time with his friends before they all go their separate ways.

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But life isn’t always fair; it never was, in fact.

Krang everywhere. The skies were rolling with gray, not a pinch of sunlight shining down on the chaotic streets of NYC. The screams and wails of citizens grew louder as droids destroyed anything and everything in its path. One thing led to another, from April accidentally bringing a droid to the lair, to Leo and Splinter getting separated from the group, everything felt like a blur.

The gang was crowded in April’s apartment. Everyone was arguing on how to get out of the city, where to go and how to get there. It was quickly interrupted when a turtle in a blue mask flew through the window, shattered glass flying everywhere. Hearts dropped the moment he came crashing down onto the floor.

Leo swore he could’ve heard the desperate cries of his name as his vision faded in and out of view. Why couldn’t he move? Why couldn’t he get up and tell everyone that he’s okay and they had to find Master Splinter? 

Why couldn’t he be strong?

The last thing Leo remembered was his brothers laying him down in the back of a van, the engine humming as doors slammed shut. Then he heard a scream, punches flying and struggle depicted. The weight of his brothers on the car was lifted followed by more faint screaming and yelling. Some were of anguish, others were in anger and frustration. Their voices kept on repeating a name… your name.

Again, everything was a blur. After waking up after who knows how long, Raph explained to him about how they escaped to April’s old farmhouse and everything that happened… almost everything.

“As we were getting into the van, some special force group…” Donnie started, lowering his head toward the ground. “They saw us, and assumed we were the bad guys… or, something like that.” “She charged toward them as they started shooting at the van,” Raph sounded tired, he looked just as tired physically. “They didn’t aim at her, thankfully. But… they took her.” Leo nearly collapsed forward before April and Mikey helped him settle on the sofa, feeling more dizzy than ever. You’ve been taken? You’ve been in danger this whole time and here he was, unable to even stand up for more than five minutes. Fear overcame him, not only for Master Splinter or his family, but for you too. 

The moment they returned to New York, successfully defeating the Krang and reuniting with Master Splinter, everyone searched top to bottom. April broke into your apartment, but the paint on the walls crumbling off and trash scattered across the floor showed that no one has been here for a long time. Donnie tried calling your phone, your T-phone, emailing, even trying to get in contact with your parents to get word that you’re okay somehow. Defeat never felt heavier.

Everyone was drained, but the person taking it the hardest was Leo. Calling your phone just to listen to your voice on the voicemail, or dropping by your old apartment to collect anything special lying around. The night he found a picture of you on your vanity, he decided that was the last thing to grab before avoiding that building for the rest of his life. Now that beautiful photo of you was placed on the shelf in the dojo, resting next to the family portrait of Master Splinter and his first family. 

Eventually, time passed and life went by, yet things seemingly never changed within the family. Other than April and Casey starting a relationship together and his brothers still being the goofballs, you were nothing more than a memory. Crime in New York had dropped tremendously thanks to the gang, and for once, they could all finally live without any problems.

One night, however, everything would change. As the brothers got ready to cut their nightly patrol short due to an incoming storm, the four turtles hopped down a nearby fire escape. Leo watched Mikey step on the cold metal plate, but something distracted him, leading him to gasp wide and sway back and forth. “DUDES-!” Mikey yelled, catching his balance with the railing. “That billboard! Right over there! IS that-?!”

His brothers’ attention turned where he was pointing, focusing on a newly installed billboard in the distance. It was for one of those super fancy fashion brands, the bright gold font was almost eyestraining. It featured the title, “Bellezza Per Sempre’’ and a girl wearing a feather boa and black dress, smiling wide with her eyes shut. Leo froze in his tracks as he looked at the girl. No. It couldn’t be. 

His brothers called out his name as he leaped toward the billboard, but he ignored them. His focus was only on one thing as he grew closer and closer. Sliding across the rooftop adjacent to the advertisement, Leo ignored his burning lungs and shaky hands, he couldn’t believe it. It really was…

“Y/N…” Was all he managed to utter before the rain started falling from the night sky.

[gwydionae]

King's Quest Fan Remakes

After talking about them a bit recently, I felt compelled to play through the old KQ fan remakes (1-3 from AGDI and 3 from IA), and I wanted to share my more in depth thoughts for anyone interested in these love letters to the original games.

King's Quest I: Quest for the Crown Remake from AGD Interactive

A lovely update to the original! While clearly the least polished of AGDI's offerings, it's nice to be able to play KQ1 with KQ5-style graphics and voice acting (the original voice of Graham, Josh Mandel, voices him in all four of the games in this post, ftr). There is an option to turn off any chance of softlocking yourself before you even start the game, which is a welcome feature. Puzzle-wise, this one stays the most faithful to the original out of the three from AGDI with a few updates here and there (like that stupid name puzzle! lol). The vocal performances and sound effects can be a bit fuzzy, but I found them enjoyable nonetheless.

Overall a solid fan remake with limited extra bells and whistles!

King's Quest II: Romancing the Stones from AGDI

Easily the most ambitious of the three from AGDI. Pretty much all of the core elements from KQ1 are further polished here - artwork, acting, music, and sound effects. The story and puzzles, however, have been changed enough that the end product is sizably different from the original. In some cases, this is fun and interesting (more lore and character interactions! new and unique puzzles!), but not everyone will enjoy all the changes. I, for example, find the underwater section kind of fun, but the new content around the count... not so much (for reasons I'll avoid due to spoilers, but know they're more mechanical than anything). There's less freedom in when you can do things, the added story making the game far more linear than it originally was. But then I'm sure many would agree that if any KQ game could do with extra content, it'd be 2, so I can't fault them swinging for the fences, even if not every hit was a home run.

All in all, this version of KQ2 doesn't really work if you're simply looking to experience the original game with updated graphics, but it's a fun playthrough nonetheless, and newcomers might enjoy the added lore/story bits. Just be aware that I could probably sum up the original game's story in about two sentences while this one would take far longer. XD

King's Quest III: To Heir is Human Redux from AGDI

If KQ1 wasn't fully polished and KQ2 was a little overworked, then KQ3 is juuuuuust right! (For anyone who knows the game, yes, this is a purposeful pun. XD) The graphics, sounds, music, vocal performances - all are the best yet (though still with some minor hiccups as any fan game is wont to have - the music was sadly cutting out during the climactic sequence for me). It even has a neat little feature where the timer changes color depending on how close you are to being zapped into oblivion that is not only useful but adds a sense of urgency in it's own way (especially if you forgot the item that makes travel a lot easier for like 2 meals I mean what lol). While it does carry over some of the story threads from AGDI's second entry, this game still works well enough on it's own, with the majority of the new content being added in naturally rather than supplanting whole sections of the original. In fact, personally speaking, I think the added content only enhances the game, your encounters with Medusa and the yeti especially getting a nice boost. And the extra lore only helps you feel for the protagonists plight all the more. The ending is a bit drawn out, perhaps, and I may not agree with the order you're supposed to choose the four items in to get the treasure (insert rant here XD), but those are minor nitpicks at best.

This is easily the best of the three, AGDI having perfected their KQ formula at this point. It works as a remake of the original while still adding in a bit of new content that doesn't feel unwelcome. I would highly recommend it to anyone interested in giving the King's Quest series a try.

King's Quest III: To Heir is Human Remake from Infamous Adventures

Look. I know that it's not as impressive as AGDI's version. The time limit is laughably long, the spells are impossible to mess up, and some of the clickable areas can be a bit wonky. But I really like this version, ok?? I like the design and voice of Gwydion, I like the storybook quality that the cutscene art has, I like that it feels lonely when it should. And as much as some of the changes in AGDI's version were really nice, I like that it's basically just the original game without extra stuff added in.

This is like AGDI's KQ1 - a really solid remake of a game that gives you the feel of the original but with an updated interface and graphics. It's not as impressive as the one above, but it doesn't have to be. The original KQ3 is an awesome game, so an update of just that can't be bad. It can easily be played as a standalone game, and I will continue recommending this version 'til I die, lol.

[cakesandfail]

Hi, Gem!

Would you have any book recs for someone who loves Discworld? I’ve read all the books in the series and I’m now looking for stories that are as good as Terry Pratchett’s!

I mean, good luck finding anything as good as Discworld ;)

But yes, I have recs!

Rivers of London- if you like the City Watch novels, you'll probably like these. The author (Ben Aaronovitch) is a fellow Discworld fan who references Sam Vimes in at least one book and dedicates another to PTerry himself. Also there's an extremely posh guy with a cane and a little dog.

Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy- if you like Discworld you've probably already read it, but just in case you haven't: you should.

The Greta Helsing trilogy- these are about a doctor who treats the undead rather than the living. There's a mystery type plot in each book and they're also very fun

The Locked Tomb- listen. These are totally different to Discworld except for two things. One: you will encounter a shitty pun and something that makes you cry within about three sentences of each other. Two: they are so dense with references to other media that you won't find them all on the first try.

Dracula- mostly because it gives you a lot of extra context for the Black Ribboners and Carpe Jugulum, but also because there's nothing your average Tumblr Discworld enjoyer loves more than a neurodivergent polycule

The Athena Club trilogy- honestly I just think they're fun and that a lot of Discworld folks would probably enjoy some novels about Victorian monster girls solving mysteries

Also, this isn't a book rec as such, though you can read them if you like: Shakespeare's plays. No, really. If you like the combination of dad jokes and profound observations on what it means to be human, Will Shakespeare's your guy. See if you can stream a few productions online, it's a lot easier to follow in performance. I'd go for A Midsummer Night's Dream as a good entry point for a Discworld fan because it's SO funny and it has the same affection for how deeply weird ordinary folks can be. Or if you prefer tragedy, try Macbeth- I'm biased because it's (obviously) my favourite but it makes Wyrd Sisters extra good.

[this-is-krikkit]

Three Writer’s Asks for me please as I’m greedy!

1. 🧭

2. ⚠️

3. 🖍️

And I picked up some takeout Kudos ❤️ from that little place on the corner. They put it in a carton because a paper bag emoji doesn’t exist 🥡

ooh i love that place! thanks for picking up this delicious dinner, tumblr wife 🥰 ♥️♥️

send me some WIP asks

🧭 an alternative title to your/one of your WIP(s)?

one of my yoi prompt is untitled, but for now i refer to it in my mind as "everyone in the podium family gets a pun-related nickname and Yakov is so Fucking Done with these 3 assholes" so there you go x)

⚠️ which wip are you most likely to finish or update next?

fuck if i know?? i wish i could say it's rar 10, but it probably won't be. definitely not 2 of the other levihan ones, maybe the hange poetry thingy (it's technically done, but i can't post it because well. the self confidence is null on that front) or the yoi one from the question above? or that one skk fic that's been making huge unplanned leaps in progress in the middle of the past few nights?

also knowing myself, probably none of these. i could just start writing something entirely new tomorrow and edit and post it immediately. i don't have any control over this whatsoever azmhgfsfjdklh

🖍 post any sentence from your wip

i'm assuming the angry "TO REWRITE kit this is a PAST TENSE series bordel de merde keep up with your own writing choices dumbass!!!!!" i recently added to one of my drafts won't do, so instead have this from that same wip (sequel to this):

[Hange's] voice cuts off, a sob shaking their torso so violently that Levi startles and feels himself choking on the deep breath he was taking. His right hand clenched around the thick steel grip aborts its movement in time, the needled tip of the dermograph hovering harmlessly over their skin —derailed from its destination by this sharp reminder of the shameful sorrow currently weighing on all of their shoulders.

(yes, it's technically two sentences. it's also still not the right tense. I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT.)

[aimeelouart]

How to get maximum chaos: Hey Asshole + CtS crossover.

You know I started in on that one and then promptly got sidelined by... The Adversary Fell, I think? Now there's an even more chaotic point in HA I can yeet him into, so this will probably go unwritten. Anyway, enjoy:

Cloud’s new armored outfit was great. Really⁠—it saved him so many injuries he otherwise would have had to deal with, considering a tee and a ratty cable-knit vest couldn’t exactly stop a blade. He was going to be forever grateful to Aerith and her...weird superpowered hivemind harem.

Wow. That was a weird sentence to think.

Anyway. His new armor was great and he loved it. Unfortunately it had limited utility when he was being noshed on by a huge...dragon...dinosaur thing. Something big with harder-than-steel scales and sharp teeth and a serious resistance to magic⁠, which wasn’t ideal. Extremely not ideal. He was not having a good time.

For once, Cloud was downright grateful to feel the white-hot static sear through his veins. For once, the universe was kind enough to yank him directly from the jaws of death.

Pun intended.

He was spat out upright and immediately reeled to the side, shoulder thumping into a hard wall. “That’s right, you better run,” he wheezed, raising a hand and wiping the mix of blood and monster saliva out of his eyes. His skin felt a little numb and his sight was blurred, which probably meant poison. He cast Poisona.

It did jack shit.

He banged his head against the concrete with a groan.

A handrail dug into his side. He could hear a few people—SOLDIERs, at a guess—nearby. Specifically, he could feel Sephiroth. He slid one boot to the side and found that was standing on some stairs. The Tower? A stairwell, somewhere.

“What—?”  said Hewley.

“Well now,” Rhapsodos purred. “What have we here? Cloud, is this your doing?”

“Is what my doing?” Cloud ground out automatically, unintentionally speaking in perfect synchrony with his counterpart in this new world. Whoops. Yeah, that had been a little fast for recognition, hadn’t it?

Rhapsodos made an interested noise. “Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess!”

Cloud shifted around enough to squint through the increasing blur at the man. “You stop that,” he said, taking in the tangle of people. Zack, who was looming protectively around his counterpart, and Hewley and Rhapsodos, and Sephiroth on the side closest to Cloud.

“Wait. Cloud?” said Zack, looking back and forth between elder and younger.

“Yes, Zack,” Cloud sighed, frowning as he felt his legs start to go numb. Ugh. “Not your Cloud, from a different dimension, bouncing between worlds, will be gone in thirteen hours, et cetera et cetera.” Considering Poisona hadn’t done anything, he estimated five minutes to collapse. He wasn’t too worried this time—not with Zack there.

The stairwell erupted in noise.

“You’re me?” said the other Cloud.

“Different dimension?” Zack asked, aghast.

“Two of you, and both conscious no less!” said Rhapsodos, clapping his hands. “Marvelous!”

“How is that…?” Sephiroth muttered, trailing off.

“What happened to you? Are you alright?” Hewley asked, ever the most reasonable and responsible of the SOLDIERs.

Mmm, Angeal leftovers, Cloud thought, drooling. He’d run out of harem Angeal’s food three worlds ago, and mourned the loss. If he managed to not die he was gonna eat well.

“Poisoned,” Cloud said, waving a dismissive hand as he leaned harder into the wall. Involuntarily.

“…why did you say that so casually,” Hewley sighed, immediately moving to close the distance between them. Cloud let him, unbothered when the SOLDIER started looking him over, and offered a shrug to his inquiry.

“Cloud…” Zack said, soft and a little wounded, and…yeah okay, that made him feel a tiny bit bad about being so casual.

“It’s fine, Zack,” he lied as Hewley turned his face and looked at his eyes. Already, the man just looked like a tannish blur, surrounded by a black vignette as the poison ate away at his vision. As soon as Hewley let go of his jaw, he shut his eyes with an annoyed huff. “Oh—before I forget.” Before I’m unconscious and can’t ask. “No one here is doing a genocide, right?”

“A what?” said…oh, Kunsel was there too. Nice.

“No,” said other Cloud and Zack, very confidently. He filed that fact away for later consideration.

“Great, love that for you,” said Cloud, words beginning to slur. Hewley caught his arm with an alarmed noise as one leg buckled and he slumped hard over the handrail. “Poisona didn’ do shit, good luck.”

“What?” several people said in alarm.

“Din’ do shiiiiiiit,” Cloud repeated. His other leg buckled, and his tongue was starting to go numb too. Asphyxiation was probably a real concern, then. That wasn’t too bad a way to go, in his experience. Although, he definitely hoped Zack didn’t watch if that was the case.

“Okay, you are definitely going to Medical,” Angeal said, as if he was daring Cloud to argue with him. He took all of Cloud’s weight and lifted him like it was nothing.

“S’long as I don’ wake up on’n autopsy table again,” Cloud agreed. Someone made a horrified noise. Whoops. Maybe the slow slide toward probable asphyxiation was making him a little loopier than he thought. Sorry, Zack!

That was pretty much his last thought before he blacked out.

[eriquin]

WIP Wednesday Game

It's that time again. Original post here.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

File names:

Crown of Thorns

Nightswimming (Steddie Bigbang)

The Prophetic D&D Game

Time Travel

The Third Task (draft)

Progress Chart (screenshot from Tuesday)

Snippet and tag list under the cut.

Snippet from The Prophetic D&D Game:

“I don’t know,” Eddie said, wiggling in his seat. “I mean, I could, but it’s a lot of work. I didn’t really think you guys would like the murder-mystery one.” 

“No, it’s great,” Jeff said. “Even though you dropped a Lord of the Rings reference in the first sentence of backstory.”

“What? Where?” 

“Kiteshire?” Jeff raised his eyebrows. 

“Shire is a perfectly valid suffix for a town.”

“For a sleepy farming village, yes,” Gareth said. “Not for a castle town. It was square one for Eddie-DM-Bingo.”

“Man, fuck off, Gare. I hate that you made those. I’m not that predictable.”

“Also a kite is a kind of hawk,” Grant said, not looking up from the character sheet. “So that’s square number two. Pun on Hawkins, again.”

“Oh my god.” Jeff leaned back in his chair and laughed. “Is it really?”

“He’s getting better at it though,” Grant said. “Remember Kestrelton?”

“Or Ospreyburg,” said Gareth.

“Or Buzzard Bay,” said Grant.

“Yes, yes, I abuse the library bestiary on a regular basis,” Eddie said. The other three boys looked at each other for a beat and burst out laughing, and Eddie had to let his head thump against the table when he realized what he’d said. “Christ, I’m just glad the little sheep weren’t here to hear that.”

Tagging: Fuckit, tagging everyone who has made it onto my writeblr list: @2btheanswertothequestion, @artaxlivs, @atmilliways, @disastardly, @fiore-della-valle, @hellsfireclub, @greenlikethesea, @inairbinad, @kedreeva, @lady-lostmind, @lorifragolina, @momotonescreaming, @nburkhardt, @patchworkgargoyle, @redbirdblogs, @riality-check, @scarcrossdlvrs, @scoops-stevie, @sidekick-hero, @spicysix, @steves-strapcollection, @stobinesque, @gigglebug

[h0n3yk1tt3n]

🍌🍏🫐

🍌 In your opinion, what's the funniest joke/reference/pun you've made in a fic?

[Jeremy:] “Should I even bother explaining this to you anymore? Going around [the bridge] was our only choice, the shithole was Jake’s idea, and you being a whiny Oedipus was old long before the Green Flu even started.” Jake tilted his head down at them. “Did you just imply that Rich’s whining breaks the spacetime continuum?” “Did you jutht call me a motherfucker in Greek??” Jeremy went up the ladder next. “Sure, and yes.”

—Left 2 Chill Chapter 10

🍏 Is there something you overuse, whether it's a certain phrase, trope, or piece of punctuation?

I use,,, so many commas,,, and drag out sentences. I also fall into over-description hell so hard that I'm just tumbling at this point (why do you think L2C is over 300k words lol)

🫐 What's your favorite underrated thing in your fandom? (A ship that only you seem to write for, a character there's almost no fics about, a trope that criminally hasn't been written yet, etc.)

I read so little (and typically only enough for short fics/one-shots) that it's hard to place anything off the top of my head. I guess I haven't really seen ensemble fics (ie not ship centric) of the squip squad much? Granted I haven't really looked so. Maybe there's a niche out there I haven't found. Like seriously when I'm not blorboing over a particular pairing, I'm typically imagining the squad just dicking around and being friends. But there isn't much plot there so it's kinda just self indulgent wholesome nonsense in my head. (I call it wholesome as if these New Jersey teens aren't making sex jokes every three minutes lol)

[systemgoblincore]

2, 6,9,12,14,15,26!

2: do you ever read/reread your fics?

Often unintentionally, yes!

6: are there any fics from others that you reread all the time?

Constantly, actually. There's so many bedrock bros fics that we've reread more than once as we love them so much. As well as a handful of jimmy/tango rancher goodness fics, too! Plus, exactly three Harry Potter fic series, as they were a big part of our summers to pass the time as a wee lad. (I will make a second post with links to all of them shortly!!)

9: do you write every day? If you wrote today, share a sentence of what you've written!

I try to, but oftentimes end up not hitting that mark. That said!

"Schlatt, you know damn well what you pay me for, intel. Nothing more, nothing less." Tord hissed, "Our relationship is a dual edge sword, careful now. Wouldn't want to get stabbed now, would we?"

12: do you have a playlist for your current WIP(s)? Share it!

does it count as a playlist if it's a handful of songs?

If so here; https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6FWmu40hGqQkATdBplxbYF?si=uHI2hzRuSHuJ3d5RLiMEAA

14: if you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick?

Personally? I'd love to see YHIS AU adapted into a film like Repo man a genetic opera. I think the combination of film, musical/opera and the insanely well done comic book style animation featured in the film at points would work well with the main au. Not to mention the stylistic choices on how it handled gore is nice, though personally if given a true choice there I'd think if it was handled more like Sweeny Todd dealt with blood it would be more striking. I have many thoughts on this. And even though the fic hasn't been truly written yet I look at you with autistic eyes.

15: how do you come up with titles for your fics/chapters?

The age ole "pick a song and lyrics from it" for most of them. Baby It's Cold Outside is the exception. Since I took the title from a wilbur soot cover and the chapter titles are all cheesy winter related puns. I am tempted to keep this trend as it was very fun to do.

26: is there something you've written you wouldn't want your family to see?

No comment (all of the fics we write out of an unwillingness to explain shit)

[justjohn333]

BENEATH the sheets part 2

Everywhere was created with the powerful mind of one such child. Joshua, who as I am sure you now realise is no ordinary child. It all started when for the first time ever his night light was switched off, through his imagination the darkness created to the shadows and the shadows confused him so much he hid away from them beneath the sheets. Using a pocket light given to him by his granddad for Christmas he flickered it around when suddenly a movement caught his eye. It looked magical then as if from the sheets of voice rang out “Well hello Joshua “ “Who’s that? “Joshua asked with the tiniest flicker of fear in his voice. “I am who you want me to be “replied the voice. Joshua thought of how magical it looked when he first saw it then remembered a word he had once heard. Thinking that it looked hat shaped he said “Jerry, that’s it “he spoke softly I will call you Jerry hat-tricks”. The voice he first heard started to giggle. “That’s a fine name Joshua, nice to meet you my name is Jerry Hat-tricks and I can do magic would you like to see some? “Yes please “replied Joshua with excitement anticipation in his voice. “Then open your mind and prepare to be amazed as this one blow your socks off “. Together they laughed aloud as Joshua let his imagination open wide up and to his surprise his socks blew right off his little feet. “KA-BOOM “came another voice making Joshua jump a little. “Hi Joshua” the voice continued. My name is Atom Wong and I have an explosive personality. Together the three of them laughed and played. Jerry done lots of magic tricks that amazed Joshua and Atom did the most amazing firework displays. “Boring “came a wise old voice. They all looked to where the voice came from and could see what looked like a brain. ” Who are you? ask Joshua. “My name is Fred Amen-tree “replied the brain “and I know how everything works but I won’t spoil the surprise with the right imagination and learning you would know everything also. Anything is possible if you put your mind to it and I know you and ordinary child, after all without you I wouldn’t even be here, none of us would. “As Fred continued to talk, Joshua looked on in amazement, Jerry had done a vanishing trick and Atom was blown away with everything that was going on. “How would you like to try something?” Continued Fred. “Yes please “replied Joshua. “That’s what l like “said Fred “manners there is nothing more respectable and important than manners, they cost you nothing and will get you everywhere. Now excuse the pun but I want to you to open up that said Fred whilst pointing at Joshua’s head, your mind, I want you to let it open right up so that absolutely anything is possible. As Fred was finishing his sentence Jerry reappeared. “Ta-da “he said “did you see that trick? “ “I did “said he mysterious female voice. Looking to where it came from Joshua a saw a leg. It wasn’t one of his own was stood next to Jerry and looked like it was wearing a wizard’s costume. “Hello “said Joshua “may I ask “. “You may “said the voice “but I already know you’re about to ask who I am! Like I know everything you have ever done or about to do. My name is Mystic Legg. I can see the into the future and deep in the past. Hang on guys “continued Mystic “Mummy is coming “. As Mystic finished the sentence Joshua’s bedroom door opened and in walked Mummy. Joshua closed his eyes as if asleep and instantly Jerry and the others disappeared. Whilst leaning over the bed mummy slowly pulled the covers from over Joshua's head then tucking it under his chin. “Goodnight my little Princy pants" She whispered so as not to wake him whilst softly kissing his brow. “Sleep well I love you”. “I love you too mummy “whispered Joshua back. Mummy smiled stroked his hair and left the bedroom whilst closing the door behind her.

[helioscasereports]

How do I translate?

I think my process is different from English (or other language) to Japanese speakers that are not spoken first.

I like to transcribe the whole of the work, this means to write down everything that is said in japanese FIRST. And then translate from there This helps me keep mentally organized. I am prone to making mistakes or having poor word choice, I used to be really really worried about this but once I found out that this is really common and that is what an editor is for I did not feel so bad. But going line by line and having things broken up and spaced well will help you see what mistakes you have or if you misspelt something. This works even better with images from the original work! -- dictionary resource is your best friend Personally I have three dictionaries I use * jisho.org * random house japanese to english * kanji resource hardcover (listen he is so old)

Personally! I like to transcribe and translate in Google Translate. "That's machine translating" Yes it is. If I was using the machine to translate. With Google translate, specifically for this kind of work of translating video games, should you not be able to recognize a kanji or think your translation sounds weird you can use it to double check or correct! As far as grammar goes this is a little harder and for more advanced speakers, if Google Translate comes back with an iffy translations you might have to make a correction, but should it look like a normal english sentence you are on the right track. Always double check your work after pulling it out of Google Translate

------ What is the difference between localizing and translating I have made a comment before about how I do not change my translations from the original works. I do PURELY translations and not localizations. A good example of localization is Dragon Quest. The names of characters, places and enemies are all changed to be some sort of pun or reference to something. It makes sense to every single language it is in. Dragon Quest in English is also known for its Old English accents in the english localization. While these are really well done, they are very difficult for me A localization is making it make sense and flow naturally with colloquialisms in the speaking language. This is where a lot of that artist style comes in and will make a difference in your works! This is where you can really express who you are in a translation. A translation is just that. Plain and pure translation. You are taking things directly as they are said and putting them on paper without changing anything at all. Going from Japanese to English there are a lot of things that would be kept the same speaking -- such as words like Miko or Shinto Shrine. These are words that we have and use in english I think cutting the border with this is keeping too many japanese words in there. I see this a lot in manga where fan translators will slap in things like "kekkai" or "senpai" in normal language. These are not words that we use in english, and look weird or unnatural. We have words for them that should be used.

------ A few things I do not agree with or that can get you denied from a job * changing things This is a big one, you really have to get with your editor on doing this. If you are changing a name or location, you are touching localization. This should be to the benefit of works and not just because (looking at you dragon quest - Barbara to Ashlyn WHY) Changing a name because you "don't like it" This is a huge issue for me and has personal opinions changed. While yes you can change something that is really odd or just downright does not make sense in English (such as a person with an item or really specific meaning name - like if someone's name is Mamoru, I would say localize it) it is absolutely not right nor is it ok to just slightly change a character's name just because you do not like it. Such as taking a name with っけ in it and writing it as tsuke. This is not ok. That is not how that letter works and if your argument is "it looks better" or "I like it better" I do downright call you a racist or just plain ignorant. It is not your language or your right to be able to say that this japanese looks bad so you are "improving" it. Its wrong. When is this ok to do? When a name needs to retain its original Japanese but isn't looking right. If it has too many letters or spaces that just don't make sense in english or make for ease of reading such as taking ケースースース　(a made up name) Ke-su-su-su and changing it to Keithhhhh This is a little of localization and translation together. Now it retains its original sound and conveys the silliness of the original name!

----- What if I do not have an editor ? Its always best to have a friend to translate with, but if you are like me and have no friends welcome! (i am kidding :) you have friends ) If you need help on editing please feel free to send me a 14 font piece or a ask with help questions! Remember that my opinions are just as valid as yours are, so my answer might not be 100% what you are looking for. I will do occasional editing help, no more than one page long, double spaced and paragraph broken (so I can read it please and thank you ) Please feel free to ask for anything if you need help or opinions! The more people you have on a translation the better you are to succeed.

[petitebonnie]

Hello! This my first time writing about fnaf scenarios ♡ I hope you like it, please like or comment¿? (Still new to dis app ;u;)

Characters: Freddy, Bonnie and Chica.

Inculdes: soft fluff ♡

Freddy Fazbear

You and Freddy have grown to like each other a lot. In the beginning, your favorite animatronic was Foxy.

So you always went over to the piartes cove to talk to him. You knew he wasn't actually alive, in a way. But It made Freddy a bit jealous seeing all your attention go to the old fox and hearing his dumb pirate puns and stories.

But your visits too Fazbear's grown a lot, so you decided you wanted to work there. You were a great waitress, many children liked you and the staff like you too. The male staff get along with u best, since the catty female workers get jealous sometimes or competitive. But Freddy would fume! Seeing how nice u were with the other staff members.

He wanted to be the one to swoon you over, hold your hand, have long conversations with you - heck even make u laugh till u can't breathe anymore.

He was a gentleman, after all, and an animatronic. He felt something for you - he wasn't sure why, but he wanted to find out why.

You offered to clean up the animtronics. You kept hearing complaints from parents how the pizzeria smelled like rotting meat. You questioned it being the animatronics, but you wanted to make people happy, meaning make more tips.

That's how u and Freddy met, after cleaning all three of the other animatronics. You were very gentle with scrubbing the artificial furr and removing Freddy's bow tie, hat, and microphone. He watched as you cleaned his hands, arms, chest, and his feet.

He was so flustered when u cleaned his face, especially how gentle your touch was. He sometimes gets way too nervous thinking he smells too bad, and u might not want to clean him.

But you cleaned all of the animatronics, you always made sure scrubbing off whatever pizza sauce or soda was penetrated on there furr but you also bought them nice vinalla/blueberry scent bodysoap for there furr, So they smell nice.

After a long day at the pizzeria, you finished all your tables and orders. Gently wiping the sticky substances off each table and candy wrappers - sweeped confiti and trash, etc.

" Evening, miss (Y/N). " Freddy hummed behind you. You looked over your shoulder, seeing the 6 foot animatronic tower u with a smile. You gently waved tierdly up to him. " Heya, Fur ball. " he hated that nickname, and you enjoyed teasing him with it.

It made him think his little mane of furr was always messy.

He made a soft whine of disapproval of your "mean" nickname calling. " How was your day, dear? tiring, I assume. " Freddy gently placed his big paw/hand on your shoulder.

You gazed up at him, watching his eyelids express a worried/sad look. You put the broom up against a chair and turned around to face him, giving him a big bear hug. " Yes.. it was very busy today. But I missed you! " If he had a tiny little tail to express his happiness, he would definitely be wagging it.

" Missed me? " he chuckled, lovingly rubbing your back. Wrapping his arm around your waist. " My dear, you were around me all day? Especially keeping the children away from me. " he laughed. You pouted and frowned up at him. " awh! You know why, though! They always have something sticky on their hands! I'd have to keep bathing you. "

He hummed in response, " Or maybe my dear (Y/N) is.. Jealous? " Freddy cooed, watching your body language closely.

"Jealous?!" You playfully gasp. You giggled as u turned away from your cheeky boyfriend. Freddy wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling u close he made a soft growl. (In a loving way, don't worry c:)

" Yes dear~, you have nothing to worry about. They're just children, and you are my entire world. " he carefully grabbed your hand, placing a kiss against it.

" You mean that? " you said, turning around mid sentence, fixing his bow tie.

" Always. " Freddy placed a kiss on your head, hearing a gently squeak sound from his nose.

" Good! Cause I love you more, Fur ball. " you said with a grin on your face.

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Bonnie

Bonnie fell in love with you at first sight.

He was so interested in you. He always saw kids running around, playing, or even trying to feed Chica pizza.

Parents sitting at booths talking on the phone or watching their children play.

Same old same old.

But you? You always interacted with the animatronics. You loved them all, and you came to the pizzeria a lot as a kid.

Bonnie doesn't remember, though. It's understable- they are old animatronics. They don't get proper care, so sometimes their scanners or memory chips just fade.

You met Bonnie on the stage, of course. You always talked to him. But you didn't think he would respond!

Once u two talked more about your likes and interests. You two became best friends, always sneaking him out the stage, hearing him play his gutiar for you and maybe sing a little.

But he is a little shy about it, so don't be mean!

He sometimes draws little bunnies for you whenever u come visit him. Which is almost every day. You were, in fact, the number one customer at the pizzeria.

But sometimes, he would even

" Sugar ? " You shook your head, looking at Bonnie. " Oh yeah? Sorry- did u say something? "

Bonnie frowned. He placed his gutiar to the side. He was trying to teach you the notes on the gutiar. But you were daydreaming. " What were ya thinking about, muffin ? " Bonnie said in a slightly annoyed tone.

He hates it when u think about something other than him- especially when he teaches/shows u things he loves/likes. But Bonnie didn't know that you were thinking of him.

"Oh - nothing honey buns -" you playfully winked, sitting criss cross style on the stage. Your hang out spot is mainly at the stage. But dont worry, Chica is always in the kitchen, Foxy never leaves his cove. And Freddy.. we don't know what he does - sometimes u see him in the girls' bathroom -

" Is that right.." Bonnie said. In a tone, u knew he didn't believe you. He was sitting in front of u, and he placed his paw on your thigh, giving it a light squeeze. "You like Freddy, huh -" he said.

"Wh- Freddy?! What gave u that idea!-" You scrunched your nose at him. Bonnie laughed. You loved his laugh. It was deep but in a cheery way? " Hahaa! Nah, I'm just messin' with yah princess. "

You rolled your eyes, smiling. He removed his hand from your thigh, patting his lap. Immediately, u knew what he meant, and carefully u hopped on his lap, nuzzling his light furry chest.

" Awh, you could never replace me toots. You know that, don't yah?. " he smugly said, placing his hands on your waist. Caressing them as he waits for your response.

" Of course I do, you’re my bugs - " you squealed and giggled against his lips as he immediately shut you up with a kiss.

" HEY- I'm waaay better than that dumb bunny! More handsome, too.." he murmurs against your lips. You laughed, playing with his ears. Earing a purr from the big ol bunneh.

His ears perked upwards, he reached for his gutiar, and he pulled a little folded note. Handing it to you- you didn't notice it was even on the neck. (Part of the gutiar, where the strings are ^^)

"Oh? What's this?" You asked, Bonnie rolled his eyes. Kept his same smugged expression. " Yah gotta open it dumb dumb. " Gently booping your nose, you stuck your tongue at him and opened the little folded note.

♡ It was you and him holding hands ♡

You looked at him in awe. " This is so cute bon bon! I have so many of these, but this one is my absolute fav. " You kissed his nose.

" Oh yeah, by the way- " you said. Bonnie's ears lightly being perked.

" You're a bit handsome compared to bugs bunny - "

" Hey! "

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Chica

Chica met you in the kitchen. You were the best chef in the whole planet!

Chicas words exactly.

You caught her stealing pizza and fries. You didn't inform the manager, but u let her eat SOME of the food. You didn't mind making more pizza or wings, etc.

But Chica doesn't believe she can't actually eat food. She smells it somehow and just needs to shove it in her mouth. Like the delicious pizza you make every day for families!

Carl (the cupcake) tells her she can not or else she's gonna go back to parts and services. Like the last time.. you aren't a technicne of any kind. All you know is how to cook pizza (and more).

During your spare time, you have lunch breaks, and you eat with Chica sometimes. She is usually busy with other kids or entertaining them with songs.

When u do have your breaks with her, you give her little little portions of your food. Like a piece of pepperoni or maybe a piece of chicken from your wings.

Yeah, yeah, u know it's bad, but a widdle won't hurt, right?

"Heya (Y/N) ! Can you make pizza today?" She happily chirped. She ran up to you and hugged u tightly. She always holds your hand. She likes letting everyone know that you're her little chefy girlfriend . You hugged her back, holding her hand as u gave it a small kiss. " Mwah! Of course, my love. What kind would u like? " You smiled.

It made u so happy that she loved anything u made. Even if u accidentally burned it or put too much seasoning (which is so rare for you, you're always focused. Unless she peppers you with kisses as u cook)

" Thank yooou~!, and cheese pizza please. " she blushed lightly, looking down at you.

Oh yeah- I forgot to mention. Chica is way taller than you. (If you're tall, sorry in advanced D:)

She leaned down, wrapping her arms around your small form, squishing your hips. She pressed your head against her chest softly. You nuzzled in between her chest. You loved that squishy, soft feeling of her body, and she knew that's where u love resting your head against the most, besides her thighs.

" Would u like me to stay for the night again? We can watch movies and I'll cook for you?.. " You looked up at her with puppy eyes.

You do that mostly to get what u want, usually works for her. Sometimes u can't always sleep over. The other animatronics like scaring u or mess with you and Chica, and she hates it! You two sometimes don't always get alone time.

She softly sighed, gently running her hands through your hair. You let out a satisfying sigh. She knew you loved that too.

" Maybe cupcake.. u know how the others are. But maybe we can sleep in the kitchen?!. " She squeaked, looking down at you for approval. Chica placed her hands against your hips.

Chica is a huge touchy, touchy girlfriend of yours. She loves to grab and squeeze your fleshy parts. Especially your breasts, those are her absolute favorite.

" That's a great idea, we can lock the door as well! Making sure they don't get in." She wiggled her eyebrows playfully after that comment. You laughed it off, standing on your tippy toes, giving her a sweet kiss. She shyly returned a soft kiss back, being careful not to accidentally harm you.

" Sounds perfect! I'll make sure to make it worth your while. "

[subbypeterparker]

Hi, could you do one where Peter asks reader to peg him for the first time? x

Didn’t peg you for that kind of person, Parker

MASTERLIST

Warnings: SMUT. 18+ content!!! anal (male receiving), pegging, shy!peter, oral (fem receiving), dirty talk (is this even a warning?), Peter calls reader ma’am, but it’s more of a teasing way, not a kink, not proofread :)

Word count: 2.5k

A/N: PLEASE ENJOY MY HORRIBLE PUN WITH THE TITLE!!!!!

“Well I don’t know what it is!”

“I don’t know either! Why don’t you know!?”

“Kid, I’m from the 40’s. We didn’t do that stuff back then! Well I didn’t at least.”

“Well if you don’t know what it is, why should I?!?”

The first thing you see when you walk into the kitchen at 7 in the morning is Bucky and Peter sitting at the table, leaning over it to whisper-yell at each other.

“What the hell are you two talking about so early in the morning?” you say, setting your already almost empty coffee cup on the counter.

“Nothing!”

“Peter wants you to peg-ow-nothing!” Peter hits Bucky with his elbow before he can finish his sentence.

You narrow your eyes, a few suspicions about what Bucky was trying to say, but decided against asking Peter.

“Alright…” you slide in the seat next to Peter and kiss his cheek, “Morning, Pete”

“Good morning, love” he says, kissing you back.

While taking a sip of your coffee, you can see over the rim of the cup, Peter and Bucky exchanging angry glances.

Hm.

A few days later, Peter finally came clean about what he meant.

You’re sitting on his lap, both of you in just your underwear, kissing him while grinding down on him. You’re swallowing his moans and whimpers while he digs his hands into your hips, moving you harder against his growing bulge.

“Um, Y/n…” he separates his lips from yours, and you lean down to kiss his neck.

“Yes Peter?”

“Um…w-what’s peg…never mind.” You stop kissing his neck, and lean back to look him in the eyes.

“Pete, you can ask me anything”

“Ok..” he takes a deep breath, “What’s pegging?”

Oh. Oh! This is what he and Bucky were talking about that one morning.

“Pegging is when a woman fucks a guy in their butt with a strap-on. It’s anal, but for guys. Why do you ask? Do you want me to peg you?”

“Maybe?” you give him a look.

“Pete…” you teasingly warn him.

He looks down, cheeks very red, “Yes, I want you to peg me.”

“Ok. If you want, this weekend we can go buy the stuff we need.”

“Really?!” he very visibly perked up, a huge smile on his face.

Laughing, you kiss his adorable nose, “Yes, of course! If you ever want to try something new with me, I’m open to hear anything. Now, I believe we were in the middle of something…”

You slowly lean in to hiss him, while he does the same, before he flips you over on your back, and begins kissing down your neck, pausing to lightly suck on your right nipple, before kissing down your stomach and pausing at the top of your waistband.

You nod, and see his puppy-dog eyes light up as he pulls your panties down your legs. “Holy shit,” he breathes out, “You’re so wet.”

You spread your legs further apart, teasing him. “What are you gonna do to me Parker?”

“T-taste you. I want to taste you so bad!”

Your boyfriend, always the giver.

As soon as you nod your head, he dives straight into your cunt, eating you out like a mad man. He expertly circles your entrance with his tongue, before diving in completely. His nose bumps into you clit every few seconds, providing the perfect stimulation.

When he adds a finger, and quickly a second one, you loose your shit, and tug his hair, causing him to moan loudly and begin to rut his clothed cock against your bed. He looses his rhythm, but quickly recuperates, and adds a third finger inside you.

What finally finishes you off is him harshly sucking on your clit, and pumping three fingers in and out of you. You cum all over his face, and pull his hair even harder. He lets out a very loud moan, and cums in his underwear.

A few seconds later, still sensitive and tired from his unexpected orgasm, he groans a bit while climbing up your body to kiss you. He moans into the kiss when your tongue dominates his, tasting yourself in his mouth.

“I will never get tired of hearing you finish,” he says, out of breath.

He collapses on top of you, nuzzling his head into your tits. But you’re not done with him yet. You gently push him off you, laughing when he pouts. His pout quickly turns into a smile when you loosely straddle his hips.

“I don’t remember saying you could cum.” you lean over him, almost kissing him, but pause when you feel something against you hip.

This fucking boy. He’s already hard again.

You laugh lightly and lean down to kiss him, “How the hell are you already hard?”

“Cause my super hot girlfriend is naked on top of me,” he’s giggling a bit, holding your face close to his, so he can press light kisses all over.

“Pete, life your arms,” you reach over into your bedside table, and pull out a pair of handcuffs.

“Yes ma’am,” he teases.

You click the handcuffs into place, and lean down to kiss him again.

“Good boy,” you whisper in his ear.

A week later, all the items had been purchased, and you and Peter finally had three days to spend together.

“Jesus fucking Christ, this past week has been a fucking nightmare,” you say, flopping down on your bed.

Peter is sitting on your bed, doing something on his phone. He looks up at you, smiling a bit.

“At least we helped people,” he leans down to kiss you.

“Yeah, I guess. Alright, I’m gonna go change,” you grab your pyjamas, and head towards the bathroom, but not before swiftly kissing his lips and messing his hair up.

Peter huffs slightly, but smiles as he fixes his hair. He looks bad down to his phone, pleased with his work. On his screen is an entire sex playlist he’s dying to play for you.

He gets distracted by the sight of you walking back into the room, now changed into short shorts and your bra. Fuck. He’s already hard. You lean down to get something out of your bottom drawer, allowing Peter to have a perfect view of your ass.

“You know…” he says, throwing his phone on your bed, and walking up behind you, “we haven’t had some time together in over a week. What if we..you…fucked me?” he pulls your hips up so you’re standing up, and turns you towards him.

“Mmmm ok, you’ve convinced me,” you rest your hands on his shoulders, and kiss him gently.

“Why don’t you strip, and wait for me on the bed like a good boy?” You start to take off your clothes, preparing to put on the harness.

“Yes ma’am,” he immediately takes his clothes off, leaving him in only his boxers, seeing as he got too distracted to continue.

Excuse him for being distracted, but the sight of his girlfriend naked, putting on the harness got him a little excited.

“Peter, as much as I love seeing you in your boxers, and believe me, I do, I asked you to strip,” you remind him.

“Oh! Yeah!” he turns around, pulling down his boxers, and reaching down to fully take them off, giving you the perfect view of his ass. Well if that didn’t excite you, nothing will.

He jumps on the bad, and lies down, naked and desperate for you, red cock leaking onto his stomach.

“Ok, are you sure you’re ready?” You’re straddling his hips, gently holding his face so he looks at you.

“Mhmm! Please? I want you to fuck me so bad!”

“Ok, I’m just making sure baby,” you kiss his nose. “Push you legs up, like you’re sitting.

You get off him for a quick second, to grab lube. You squirt a small amount onto your strap, and show it to him.

“More?”

“Little bit”

You add more lube, “Ok, how about now?” You get a nod of approval.

You coat the tip of your strap with the lube, positioning yourself to line your strap up with his hole.

You push into him slightly, waiting for him to give the all clear for you to continue. He gives you a thumbs up, and you slowly inch yourself in, until you’re all the way in.

Only then does Peter let out the loudest, more pornographic moan you’ve ever heard. You feel some slick run down your inner thighs. Slowly, you start the thrust in and out of him, earning you more moans.

“Oh wait wait wait!” he says, gently pushing you out of him, “Ohhh fuck…” he moans at the feeling of you leaving him.

He pats around on the bedsheets, until he finds what he was looking for: his phone.

“I made a playlist!” he looks positively giddy.

“A sex playlist?”

“Mhm. There are some good songs on here, so no judging Y/n.”

“I wasn’t going to judge,” you kiss his cheek.

He starts the playlist, and lies back down, doing grabby motions with his hands, silently telling you to resume fucking his ass.

Rolling your eyes, you squirt a bit more lube on your strap, and hold his hips so you can push yourself in, and gently thrust.

Peter grips your hips, pulling you closer every time you thrust into him, deepening your thrusts every time.

“Fuck, Y/n, I’m so close, please?” he has no idea what he’s begging for, but he’s glad he did, because you speed up, and wrap your hand around the base of his cock, squeezing lightly.

“You’re doing so good, baby. Are you ok? Not in pain or anything?”

“Fuuuckkk, I’m fine Y/n, I promise,” he moans out, stroking the outside of your thigh reassuringly.

You lean down to kiss him, moaning into his mouth when suddenly his hand moves from the outside of your thigh, to the inside, tearing your slit with his forefinger, his thumb ghosting over your clit.

“Fucking hell Peter,” you moan out.

He smirks, thrilled to see your tough exterior break down. You compose yourself quickly, and wrap your hand around his very erect cock, stroking him slowly. Beads of precum run down his cock, landing on your hand.

Keeping eye contact with him, you bring your precum stained hand up to your mouth, and suck the cum off your fingers, before bringing your saliva-coated fingers down to your cunt, moving his hand aside, and pumping your fingers in and out of your dripping heat.

He whines beneath you, more than a bit upset that he’s not the one touching you. You remove your fingers from your cunt, brining them up to his lips. He greedily accepts them into his mouth, sucking them until they’re clean.

“Y/n, I don’t think I can last much longer,” his words are slightly muffled by your fingers in his mouth.

“Me neither Pete,” you bring your fingers down to your core again, circling your entrance, teasing yourself.

“Please Y/n, let me touch you, please,” he whimpers.

“Of course baby,” you push his legs higher up, changing to angle in which you thrust into him, increasing his pleasure. His hand shakes with pleasure as it approaches your dripping cunt, that somehow smeared slick all over his upper thighs.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he moans out.

“All for you, Parker.”

“Are you close?” he feels a hand wrap around his cock again, pumping him faster than before.

All you can do is moan out a quick “yes!” as he thrusts two fingers in and out of you, and rubs small, hard circles onto your clit.

You pump his cock with a rythme that goes along with your thrusts, providing Peter the perfect stimulation.

He’s so desperate to be good, and to make you cum before he does, but the feeling of the strap on in his ass, your hand around his cock, and the sight of you falling apart above him pushes him over the edge, making him cum all over his stomach, and your entire chest.

You continue to pump him and thrust into him while he comes down from his high. Still slightly hazy from his orgasm he has yet to come down from, he tries so hard to continue fingering you to make you finish.

You push his hands away, push two fingers inside you, and within two pumps, you’re cumming all over his chest.

The two of you catch your breath, and you look down at the boy splayed out underneath you, chest heaving from what was undoubtedly the best orgasm of his life.

Slowly, you pull out of him, earning you a soft wince on his part. You stroke his outer thigh, much like he did, to help him through the feeling.

“Fuck, you did amazing baby,” he preens at your praise.

You stand up on very wobbly legs and go to get some towels to clean up the mess on both your chests.

He whines for you to come back to bed, but you need to clean the toy first, and head to the bathroom.

Still naked, you stand in front of the sink, cleaning the toy. You hear quiet footsteps behind you, and feel a warm body press up against you.

“Hi,” Peter timidly whispers in your ear, leaning his chin on your shoulder.

“Hi sweets,” you look into the mirror in front of you, smiling at his face in it.

“I’m tired, love,” he says, yawning a bit.

“Me too. Give me a minute, I’ll dry this, and then we can go to bed, alright?” you turn around to face the still slightly out of breath boy.

“Ok!” he presses kisses to your forehead, nose, chin, and cheeks, before you stop him, laughing, telling him to go to bed.

Laughing, he leaves the bathroom, but not before you lightly slap his ass as he walks away.

“Put some damn pants on, Parker!”

“Fine!” he bends over to pick up the boxers on the floor, sliding them on. You hear the music shut off. Shit, you had completely forgotten that it was even playing.

After drying the toy, you exit the bathroom, and find Peter wrapped up in the blankets, waiting for you to join him.

You pick up the discarded panties on the floor, and find the shirt he wore earlier, slipping them on, and sliding into bed beside him.

“Hi.”

“Hi back.”

You turn to rest your face on his chest, and wrap your arms around him, while he strokes your shoulders, immediately making you sleepy.

“How was that? Was that ok? Do you wan to do it again?”

You know you’re being repetitive, asking all these questions, but you just want to make sure that no matter what you’re doing, Peter is ok, and comfortable with what’s happening.

“That was…amazing! Holy shit, best orgasm of my life!” he breathes out, making you laugh.

“Would you ever want to do it again?”

“Yes! Yes, a thousand times yes! Is it possible to get a bigger strap though?”

“Mhm, of course,” you nuzzle your face into his chest a bit more, your exhaustion getting the best of you.

“I love you Y/n,” he kisses the top of your head lightly.

“I love you too, Peter.”

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To the person who requested this: I’m so sorry if this isn’t as good as you wanted. If you want, I can redo it :)

[lys1]

This is an Asra x fem!reader. NSFW for sure, porn WITH plot <3 this is my first post on tumblr so feedback appreciated.

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You walk through the dusty streets of the Market towards the palace. Hundreds of stalls loom up on either side, alive and vibrant with colors, smells, and tastes. It feels good to be back in the heart of Vesuvia.

You turn to look at Asra beside you, keeping your exhausted pace. It had been 8 days since Nadia had asked Asra and yourself to go check out some mysterious magic happenings on the outskirts of the city. You scoff to yourself, mysterious indeed, it took half the time to even track down the little pixie creatures causing ruckus and mayhem. Eventually, after some exhaustive spell casting and careful teamwork the two of you had managed to return the troublesome pixies to the proper magic realm they escaped from.

You yawn tiredly, loosening the emerald colored traveling scarf from around your neck. It was afternoon now, and the sun was beating down.

"Almost there now," Asra spoke up, breaking the silence. He looked fondly over at you, a smile lighting up his sun kissed face. Even so, you could see that the time away from home had taken its toll on him too. You were both more than ready to hit the hay.

You nod slightly, keeping back another yawn. "I hope Nadia has food for us, I'm starved." The villagers in the towns you had visited were kind and generous, but nothing could beat the delectable food that the palace prepared.

Asra chuckled, "I'm sure that right after we fill her in on the successful pixie management she'll immediately be tending to us like a mother hen. You know how she is, she loves to provide." He pushed back his curls from his face to wipe his brow of sweat, smiling as he too imagined the delicious array of food that was about to be offered. He picked up his pace at the thought, making you jog a bit to keep up.

The Palace gates soon loomed over the two of you, sparkling and gold in the summer sun. The guards at the gate looked up as you approached.

"Ah, the magicians! I trust everything went alright?" One asked, clearly recognizing the famous duo. He smiled warmly, maybe a little starstruck.

Asra returned his smile, "it was simply magical."

You rolled your eyes at the terribly overused pun as the guard gave a hearty laugh. The two of you were waved in and informed that the countess was waiting for you in the dining room.

"Oh even better," you groaned in appreciation. "We get to eat while we talk. I love Nadia." Your stomach growls in agreement. Asra flashes you a beautiful smile as his feet climb the stairs alongside yours.

"And clearly," he adds, "she loves us back!" He was particularly looking forward to some blue tongued skink, Nadia knew it was his favorite.

It only took a couple minutes to reach the dining hall. One of the servers was bustling out the moment You and Asra rounded the corner to the door.

"Oh, hello!" They said, giving a small polite now. "The countess is expecting you! Please, come right in." They moved aside, holding the large ornate door open with one of their hands.

You wink and whisper your thanks as the two of you make your way in. Immediately your mouth fills with saliva at the smell that filled the room. The table was large and being filled with platters of many foods of different origins. The gold dinnerware twinkled delightedly up at you and the red wine glimmered deep and inviting.

"Welcome, friends." Nadia opens her arms, rising from her chair. She had just been sipping on some pre-dinner tea while waiting for her guests. She was smiling, and looking absolutely magnificent in her shining purple and gold robes.

"Hello Nadi," Asra said, joining you and her in a quick hug before seating himself at the table. You follow, sitting beside him as Nadia resumes her seat. The servants bring the last platter of steaming dumplings out at that moment.

You sigh contentedly. "This looks amazing Nadia, I feel spoiled."

Nadia smiles, the faintest blush on her high cheeks. "Anything for my favorite magicians, willing to travel far and wide in aid of Vesuvians in need." She adores, raising her wine glass. "To my dear friends, what I would do without you, I wouldn't know."

You and Asra raise your glasses with her, each of your own cheeks now a healthy pink. Nadia declares the meal to begin and you all dig in.

"Oh my, what troublemakers!" Nadia declares, after hearing the story about the pixies. The food was being relished amongst every plate and the wine was flowing steadily. "I can't believe such tricky little creatures exists." She continues, eyes sparkling as she pours another cup of wine.

"Yes, well, the magic world is something else entirely." Asra laughs, relaxed and feeling full. He was lounging comfortably, one hand gripping your thigh, another holding his gold goblet. His skin was warm and aglow.

You had your own hand comfortably nestled in his snowy white locks, massaging slow circles into his scalp. It had been a long 8 days and you were both happy to finally be able to relax into each other while having pleasant conversation.

"You should have seen the way they caused mischief," you add. “Oh I felt terrible for that village. So many upside down cows to turn over." Asra smiles as you tell the story, closing his eyes and leaning into your gentle touch. It was, to put it simply, the best feeling he could imagine. Well, almost.

Nadia chuckles again. "Well, I'm just glad that they are gone and we can laugh about this." She says, sighing in slight relief. "Vesuvia is fortunate to have two talented magicians like yourself. I am fortunate to have you as my friends. Your well deserved payment is in your guest room."

Asra blinks, "oh, you're offering us a place to stay tonight?" He asked, the gratefulness clear in his tone. You couldn't help but agree, walking back to the shop did not really sound like something either of you wanted to do. Especially, you muse, lifting your glass to your lips, after how many wine jugs the three of you had emptied.

"Why of course," Nadia looks surprised that we even had to ask. "And," she continued, "use of my personal bath this evening. You two more than deserve some relaxation and.. fun." She ends her sentence after a slight pause, giving you both a side glance full of humor.

You feel your cheeks go slightly hotter at the obvious suggestion. However, embarrassment aside, nothing else sounded better right now. You look down at your lover who was now lounging against your lap and smile. Oh how far too long it had been, the pixies had been relentless and had not offered much down time.

Asra chuckles, clearly more comfortable with the suggestion. He always had been a bit more confident when it came to discussing your private life. You found it quite endearing.

"Oh Nadi," he smiles. "You just made this evening even better somehow. I can't wait to take my love there and-"

Nadia waves her hand, laughing at your horrified face. "Please, please, I certainly don't need to know details." She grins, "just go, and take the wine."

Asra didn't need more encouragement and sat up promptly. He looks down at you, a shadow of hunger in his lilac eyes, offering you his hand. You take it, biting your lip as his gaze continues to rake over your body in the sort of way that makes you squirm.

"Thank you, Nadia." You say breathlessly, and a little sheepishly.

Nadia smiles, "anytime." She says, laughter still ringing in her voice. "Now go, before Asra here makes love to you on this table."

Your eyes open wide, shocked to hear her say such dirty words before ducking your head down in embarrassment.

Asra rests his hand on your shoulder and leans down to whisper in your ear, "you heard the lady." His voice is sultry and thick with want. "The table is looking awfully inviting right now."

Quickly, you turn and head out the door, Asra following close behind. The bath is not far down the hall and the two of you make great time. Asra's hand is at your waist, pressing in such a way that you know means desire. You hadn't realized how badly he had been missing you.

You make it to the door and turn to look back at your lover. You gulp at the hot scene behind you. Asra's eyes are half-lidded, purple irises cloudy with lust. His shirt is already half unbuttoned, revealing his delicious golden tan skin, smooth and beautiful. He's looking at you in a way that makes you think he hasn't eaten in a week and you are a five course meal.

He closes in, pushing you against the door and reaching for the handle. "You're terribly slow," he says, voice already rough, desire prominent. He pushes the handle and the latch clicks, the door swings in behind you.

The two of you tumble into the sweet smelling room. Obviously Nadia informed a servant ahead of time of the use of this room because the bath was already filled and steaming. On top of the water pink rose petals float, filling the area with a soft floral scent.

Asra closes the door with a soft click and looks over his shoulder at you. "Oh my dear," he murmurs, taking the couple strides to wrap you up in his strong arms. "I've missed hearing you cry my name, kissing those lips, and feeling your skin." His fingers travel up your waist and over your stomach. They linger, just a moment at the swell under your breast before finally cupping your face in his hands.

You tremble under his touch, body suddenly aching with need. You bring your own hands up to his chest and splay your fingers out so you can feel his heart beating. It's fast and erratic, excited to be close to you.

"Sweetheart," Asra whispers, voice heady. It's intoxicating to hear him talk to you in such a way. You look up at him and catch him licking his lips. You bring your own up to meet his, tongue out to capture his. He groans, melting into the kiss, gripping your hair so tightly it's almost painful.

You gasp, mouth opening and he runs his tongue along your lips, tasting the wine you both had shared. "Delicious," he says against your skin, tasting more and more. His hot open mouth kisses travel from your lips to your cheek, jaw, and finally resting on your neck. Asra loves to leave marks, and he takes your skin between his teeth intending to do exactly that.

Your moan comes out hoarse and you feel heat starting to pool between your legs. They feel shaky and weak, unable to withstand such torment.

Asra steadies you and pulls back briefly, cheeks flushed hot, want written all over his face. "We," he states, "are wearing far too many clothes for a bath."

You laugh and take his shirt in your hands. "I agree," you say, pulling at the remaining buttons. They come free easily and soon a glorious, shirtless Asra is standing before you. You drink in the sight unashamedly, totally enthralled with your lover. Gradually, though slowed by each other's groping hands, you both end up undressed.

Asra grabs your thighs and hoists you up onto his hips. You wrap your arms around his neck and press your breasts into his soft skin. He groans appreciatively, nuzzling his face into your chest breathing deeply, and walks the two of you over to the edge of the bath.

The water is still very warm as it licks your skin. You jump in surprise and moan slightly as it overtakes your aching folds and up over your ass. "Ahh-" you sigh, slumping into the crook of Asra's neck. "This is so good."

Asra hums his agreement before taking your chin between his fingers and directing you too look at him. His eyes are swimming with love, need, and an absolute desire to ravish you. You swallow hard, unable to look away.

"I want you." He says simply, barely above a whisper. He maneuvers your body so your back is against his chest. You lean your head back into him and relax in the fragrant water. Asra snakes his left arm around your waist and trails his fingers from your belly button downwards.

You bite back a squeal as his trained fingers circle the small nub at the top of your slit. He adds pressure, rubbing you in a manner that makes you crazy. Your hips wiggle back and you feel him, hard and straining, pressing into your ass. His breath hitches only for a second before he leans down to pepper soft kisses on your neck and shoulders.

His other hand makes it’s way up to your right breast and he expertly rolls your perked nipples between two fingers. Your whole body shudders in response to his actions.

“Ah, fuck Asra,” you choke out, moving your hips to meet his fingers as he slides them down your slick towards your now dripping hole. He wastes no time plunging two in, enjoying the feeling of your walls tightening around him.

Asra lifts his lips from your skin and brings his mouth to your ear. “You’re so ready for me, aren’t you. Pretty and wet for my fingers, aching to be filled.” He curls them as he says that, relishing in the soft gasps that fall from your trembling lips.

You groan as he licks the shell of your ear, hot breath teasing on the sensitive skin. “You,” your voice falters a second as Asra’s fingers continue to explore your insides in a way that makes you grip his strong thighs on either side of you. “You are ready for me too.” You finally gasp out, finding the strength to grind back against Asra’s swollen cock. You knew if you could see it, it would be an angry red and leaking precum, desperate to be buried to the hilt inside of you.

Asra’s breath comes out in a short gasp that makes you smirk in satisfaction. At least you still have a little control left. That thought flies out your brain a second later when Asra pinches your nipple hard then twists, making you cry out in painful pleasure.

“Watch yourself, my love.” He coos playfully, no remorse in his words. You grit your teeth, taking in the torture that both of his skilled hands are laying upon you. You know what he wants, and it is oh so tempting to give in. You’re almost at war with yourself as your back arches on its own accord in rapt pleasure.

“Oh please, please.” You finally break, body shaking. You reach your arms back and thread your fingers through Asra’s fluffy locks before gripping hard. “Asra please fuck me already.” You plead, unable to care anymore that you were begging.

You feel Asra’s fingers slow to a stop inside you and then remove themselves. You almost groan in disappointment but you know better.

Asra flips your body around so you’re straddling his hips. You gasp when suddenly you’re faced to face with your beautiful lover. He looks positively stunning, the soft moonlight coming in from the high windows bathing him in a pearlescent light. His skin is glowing with a cool sheen, and his breath is leaving parted lips shallowly. Not to mention, his hard cock straining against your stomach, just begging for attention.

You bring your hand down and rest your index finger lightly on the slit. Asra shudders at the touch, but certainly not complaining. He’s slick, just as you expected, and you lightly circle his tip.

“You go on and on about how ready I am.” You tease, “but look at you, practically cumming into my hand already.” You lift your fingers and bring them to your mouth, tasting his salty sweetness. Asra’s diet is rich with fruit and vitamins, and oh how you loved how he tasted as a result.

Watching you lick your fingers coyly has Asra’s eyes drooping with lust. “My dear, oh my love,” he whispers. “How I am going to fuck you until I fill you with that cum you love so much. Because it’s true, you love it don’t you.” He says, voice sugar sweet, expecting an answer.

You blush, despite your best efforts. You look at him, but he only blinks in return, waiting.

“Yes,” you whisper, voice thicker with need than you realized. You give up trying to be bashful. “Yes, yes. I love your cum, how it tastes, how it feels when you fill me up. I want it so bad.” You beg, looping your arms around his neck so your lips are just inches apart. “You have my heart, soul, and body.” The words tumble out naturally, “and gods, do I need you now.”

Asra bites your bottom lip harshly before fully overtaking your mouth with his. He’s moaning, almost desperately, into you. “I love you, my dearest one.” He pants, gripping your ass with his hands. You feel your hips being lifted up and your body quakes knowing what’s coming.

You feel the tip of Asra on the heat of your slit and you sigh deeply, “I love you too, Asra.” You say, bending your neck so your head rests on his muscular shoulder. Your lips find a sweet spot on his neck, an anchor, as he lowers you down onto him. It’s tantalizingly slow, allowing you to feel every inch as you sink lower in the water until he’s fully sheathed in you.

“Oh gods,” Asra groans, both from feeling you pulse around him and from your playful lips on his neck. “You are a gift to me.” He says, breathless from the feelings.

You smile, in delight from your lovers sweet words. Slowly and carefully you lift your hips up, at the same time dragging your tongue up his smooth neck to his ear. You suck and nibble on the lobe as you find your rhythm, bouncing steadily on the thick shaft. He feels absolutely amazing in you, filling you perfectly.

Asra grips your butt underwater with his strong hands and leans his head to the side, giving you better access. He guides your hips to a steady pace, humming appreciatively when you comply. “It has been far too long since I’ve felt your sweet pussy squeezing me like this.” He says, without skipping a beat.

You don’t have time to blush before he picks up the pace, leaving you moaning loudly into his ear as he hits the spot that makes you crazy. “Ah fuck, I agree, I do agree.” You manage, finally finding the words.

The water sloshes around your two bodies, stirring the rosy scent into the air. It’s smells amazing and makes you dizzy with pleasure as every sense seems to be met. Asra huffs gently next to your ear, holding you tightly against his body.

You savor the feelings of your chests sliding against each other, the feeling sleek from the warm water and sweat mixing. Your hips meet his, snapping against each other with quick splashes, making you see stars as he hits every time the spot that has you go wild.

The muscles in your lower stomach tighten and you know it’s only a matter of time before you’re screaming Asra’s name for the whole palace to hear. “Baby,” you say breathlessly, kissing any skin you can reach. His cheek, the corner of his eye, his plump lips. “I’m going to cum.” You whisper into his mouth. He swallows your delicious words and licks your lips in response.

“I love when you do that,” he says, a slight chuckle in his words. He wraps his arms tightly around your middles before bringing his hands up to your shoulder blades and raking his nails down your spine. You shudder at the erotic feeling and arch your back against his hands. He sighs happily when you give him access to this gorgeous view, stretched out before him, stomach and tits shining gloriously in front of him. He puts his mouth on your bellybutton and licks up to the cavity between your breasts.

“Oh mmm,” he hums, pleased with the sweet taste of your skin. “You are a delicacy amongst gods.”

You flush looking down at his lustful face, sucking on your skin, leaving marks where only he will see. He latches on to one of your nipples, moaning in immense pleasure at the feel of it in his mouth. When he nips at the sensitive skin you jolt, a small disruption in the steady bounce of your bodies.

“Damn,” you curse, words choking in your throat. Your nails dig into Asra’s shoulders as he re-establishes the torturing rhythm that has you shaking desperately against him.

“Let go for me,” he suggests in a sultry whisper that has you reeling with a feverish desire. The pressure in your core is building at an alarming rate as Asra thrusts into you, filling you every time to the point where you can barely hang on.

“I-“ you falter, eyes rolling as you feel that familiar tingle across all your limbs. Oh gods, you can’t stop it now. “Asra, oh fuck, ASRA-!” You scream head thrown back. Your walls clench, and the knot comes undone. It’s amazing, you almost want to laugh in pleasure at the feeling of coming around Asra’s cock. It’s so good you almost forget to breath.

Asra curses under his own breath as he fucks you through your high, barely holding on himself. You bring your head back down and kiss him deeply, tongue joining his. It’s a short lived battle to hang on and in a flurry of short gasps you feel him cumming inside you, unable to stop himself from the uncontrollable waves of pleasure that come from your hot walls clenching around him.

You both continue to kiss each other lovingly, slowing down gradually until you’re sitting on his lap. Eventually, you pull away a couple of inches, looking into your beloved’s eyes.

“Hello,” you say, smiling at your favorite magician. Asra’s eyes crinkle as he smiles, looking at you through hazy eyes. He kisses you again, gently, pleasantly.

“Hello,” he returns, after a minute. He runs his hands up your back, massaging as he goes. “You,” he adds lovingly, “are so beautiful.”

You smile adoringly. “Thank you, Asra.” You remove yourself from his lap and wade through the water towards the collection of bottles on the wooden shelf nearby. You grab a few that you felt suited the two of you best and turned to your lover. Asra had lifted his arms to rest on the sides of the bath and was looking at you with admiration.

“May I wash your hair?” You ask setting down the bottles, but keeping a lilac scented shampoo for Asra. He smiled at you, his face soft and kind.

“That would be amazing, my love.” He said, leaning his head back into the water to dampen it. You squeezed some of the lovely smelling shampoo into your hand and waited. Asra emerged a moment later and kissed you adoringly on the nose.

“Thank you,” he breathed. “For always taking care of me.”

You kissed him back, a peck, before turning him so his back was facing you. You rub your hands into a lather before working them into Asra’s soft hair.

“I always will, forever.” You say softly, happier than ever.