#costuming spam continues

[renranram]

Maid dress

nsfw!!

schlatt jerking off to reader while she's streaming, obvi inspired when j bought wenston some maid outfits and people were calling him his sugar daddy lols

a/n ; 886 words :)

reader flaunts herself at the camera, spinning whilst she tries on the maid outfit schlatt had bought her, " chat, do i look pretty? " she smiles as she assembles the outfit

meanwhile schlatt was on the call with her, eyes immensely focused on her live stream, " jesus fuck, you look worse " he mutters as reader glares at him through the camera

" well, you bought this for me, so maybe it's not me who's the problem " she rolls her eyes at him as schlatt chuckles, not taking his eyes off his screen once

the two had been close friends for over a year now, meeting through, shamefully, the dsmp, the duo are very different ccs on their own, reader being more into makeup and gaming whilst schlatt's varies

ever since they first met on the server the two just sparked a connection, coming off as frenemies for the public, a banter of theirs but exactly off camera, it was a whole different story

schlatt is reader's sugar daddy

at first reader would just joke about being broke, " oh my fucking godd it's so pretty but i dont wanna waste my money ", " that's so fucking expensive ", " okay im broke " until schlatt got tired and actually offered her to be her sugar daddy

at first reader thought it was a joke, a silly new banter for them but nope!, every week, new parcels would arrive on the streamer's doorstep with small notes, but chat doesn't know that, chat doesn't need to know that

" fine, ill get you a new one done " he mumbles, as he scrolls through amazon, " anime french maid apron lolita fancy dress cosplay costume furry cat ear gloves socks set " he reads out the title causing reader to chuckle as they wear the stockings for the uniform

" oh it comes in pink " he added as reader smiles, " i like pink " she replies as schlatt scoffs, " of course you do "

as the girl sits down on her bed to wear the stockings, schlatt's eyes linger down on her bare thighs, enjoying the view as he leans back on his chair

" do you need something else too? " he mutters as reader gasps, " oh my gosh! you should buy me that uhm... blaire doll thing " she smiles as schlatt shakes his head, " blaire doll thing? " he repeats her, " the fuck is that? "

reader tries to wear the collar to complete the look, " it's like a doll! " she states as she grabs her phone to show off the picture

" that's an ugly looking doll " he mutters, as he gulps, looking down at his now hard on, unironically finding reader in a whole cat maid dress... hot

" more uglier than you are " she retorts as he chuckles, " guess no more doll for you then " schlatt replies, shrugging as reader gasps, now pouting

" im kiddingggg pleaseee buy me one? " she pleads looking at the camera as her live chat speeds up, " .. fuck.. " he groans out, not loud enough for his mic to pick up, him slowly sliding in his hand inside his shorts

" please please please " she continues, as she reads off the chat, " please jschlatt senpai " she bursts out laughing, mentally cringing as schlatt chuckles, " ..fine "

" yay! chat! we fucking wonnn! " she celebrates as she jumps around the frame, clasping her hands together, " we're the best at this shit " she shrugs, smug, unaware that the man she's in a call with is already jerking off to her

" reader.., think im gonna mute for a sec, gotta do something " he mumbles as reader nods, understanding, " bet, im gonna talk with chat for a bit " she smiles, as schlatt immediately mutes himself

" fuck.. what a fucking whore.. i didn't actually think she'd do a stream " schlatt chuckles, amused as he palms himself, as reader did what she said, interacting with her audience

" what a pretty slut holy shit " he chuckles, clearly amused as he bites his lip, his rough hand playing with his dick

" chat i look so pretty right? " reader asks, fixing her hair as chat spams yes, " you damn sure are " he mumbles, as he grabs the base of his cock, using his saliva for lube

" ah fuck, fucking.. so fucking pretty " he breathes out, his body shuddering slightly as he jerks himself off, his eyes never leaving her

" fuck.. fuck.. " schlatt throws his head back as he leans back on his chair, fastening his pace, " stupid fucking whore.. "

he moans out, lifting his shirt up, as he continues to palm himself at the sight of her, he's never gonna buy her those stupid costumes again

or maybe he'll rain her with more gifts, then maybe a flight to texas so she can show everything off to him... maybe

his lashes flutter, fastening his already fast pace as he continues to moan, " stupid fucking slut, .. shit... pretty- pretty whore " he stammers

he can feel his precum leaking as reader talks with her chat, innocent yet suggestive, that stupid maid dress, if schlatt can immediately fly to london, he fucking would, he'd immediately bend her over, not caring if she was streaming or not and fuck her like some animal

" ah fuck! " he moans loudly, his semen, spurting on his keyboard making a fucking mess, " shit... " he groans out

maybe instead of ordering her a new costume, maybe he'll fly her out instead

[mimimarvelingmarvel]

time bound part five

pairing: worst wolverine!logan howlett x f!mutant!reader

Part Five - Masterlist

summary: Y/n’s life takes a dramatic turn when the Time Variance Authority intervenes, pulling her from a critical moment in her timeline. The TVA sends her to the void where she eventually meets with Deadpool and a very familiar face. With Deadpool's universe in the balance, alongside his reluctant would-be pal, Wolverine, and the enigmatic time-bending mutant known as the Veil, the trio must complete the mission and save Deadpool’s world from an existential threat.

overall warnings: 18+, Fem!Reader, AFAB Reader, Use of Y/N, Her X-Men name is Veil, She/her pronouns, Swearing, Angst, Heavy Violence, Character Death, Deadpool (he’s his own warning), Hurt, Fluff, Angst, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, TVA

word count: 1.1k

We find our way to the diner Logan had spotted, and it's no wonder it’s deserted—the main source of food seems to be Spam. I grumble as Wade tosses a can my way. “I’d rather drop dead than eat,” I inspect the can, grimacing, “20-year-old Spam.”

I watch as Wade hesitates for a moment, then shrugs and digs in. “Suit yourself, Pumpkin, more for me.” Out of the corner of my eye, I see Logan searching for something else in the kitchen, his movements deliberate, but I keep my focus on Wade.

“You said the TVA can fix my mistake?” I ask, my voice low, the weight of the question hanging in the air. I notice Logan pause, then he resumes rummaging, though his silence speaks volumes.

Wade tilts his head, gesturing for me to sit across from him as he pulls off his mask. “Yeah, for sure. My deal with Mr. Grumpy over there is that he’ll help me, and then I’ll help him.” I nod slowly, processing his words.

“And your universe is…?”

“Dying,” Wade replies nonchalantly, shoveling a spoonful of Spam into his mouth. “Because that beautiful piece of ass died in my universe.”

I raise an eyebrow, a mixture of disbelief and sympathy washing over me. “Right, Laura told me about that Logan.”

Wade gasps, his hand freezing mid-bite. “You know X-23? Did she tell you about—”

“I don’t want to hear about my Variants,” I cut him off, my tone firm. Wade’s mouth snaps shut, but not before he gives a sly grin.

“She had a nice piece of ass as well,” he mutters, his eyes tilting downward, clearly checking me out. I wave a hand in front of his face, irritation flaring.

“Eyes up here,” I growl, my voice laced with warning. He meets my gaze with a smirk, unbothered by my anger.

Meanwhile, Logan continues to clatter around the kitchen, his focus intense as Wade calls over to him, “So, what made you finally wear an honest-to-God costume? Mine’s red so they can’t see me bleed. But I can see how yellow would be useful too.”

Logan barely looks up as he retorts, “Have you been checked for ADHD?”

Wade doesn’t miss a beat. “No, but I’ve had several STDs, which were probably caused by ADHD.”

I can’t resist adding, “A walking scrotum like you? Not surprised.”

Wade grins at me, biting the air playfully. “She has a mouth, you should use it more.”

“I’ll cut your dick off,” I snap, my patience wearing thin.

Wade chuckles, undeterred. “What are you looking for?” he asks, shifting his attention back to Logan.

Logan finally pulls out a can of rubbing alcohol, holding it up as if he’s found something worth keeping.

Wade’s eyes widen in horror. “No, no, no, no, no, no, no,” he babbles, shaking his head furiously.

I step closer, recognizing the label. “That’s rubbing alcohol,” I point out, though it’s clear Logan knows.

Wade’s concern deepens as he watches Logan crack open the bottle. “You don’t wanna drink that... Yeah, there you go. Fuck that liver.”

Ignoring Wade’s protests, Logan takes a seat beside me in the booth, the bottle of rubbing alcohol clutched in his hand. He glances over at Wade, a rare look of curiosity crossing his face. “What the fuck are those?” he asks, pointing to the stapled bits of fluff still attached to Wade’s head.

Wade touches the staples casually. “Oh. Back in civilian life, I wear a toupee, but nobody knows.”

Logan’s laughter is unexpected, a genuine sound that catches Wade off guard. For a moment, Wade joins in, his laughter light and carefree—until he realizes Logan is laughing at him, not with him. The smile slips from Wade’s face, a flicker of hurt in his eyes.

“Everybody knows,” Logan says, the amusement fading as quickly as it came.

I frown, studying Logan more closely. He’s different—subtly so, but different. The way he carries himself, the excessive drinking—it was never this bad before. There’s a heaviness in him now, something dark that wasn’t there before.

Wade, perhaps sensing the shift in mood, offers a lifeline. “Wanna talk about what’s haunting you, or should we wait for a third-act flashback?”

Logan’s response is immediate, “Go fuck yourself.”

Wade shrugs, unbothered. “You know, in my world, you’re well-regarded.”

Logan’s gaze hardens. “Yeah, well, not in mine.”

The sadness in his voice is unmistakable, and it tugs at something inside me. We have so much we need to talk about, but now isn’t the time.

Wade, sensing the tension, tries to lighten the mood. “They don’t like me much in mine either.”

Logan doesn’t bite. “You don’t say.”

Wade continues, the bravado in his voice slipping just a bit. “I wanted to be something, you know? I wanted to be an Avenger.”

Logan snorts, his disdain clear. “Fuck the Avengers.”

Wade’s voice softens, a rare glimpse of vulnerability showing. “I didn’t make the cut though. Same with the X-Men. My girlfriend left me like this.”

Logan’s eyebrow raises in surprise. “You had a girlfriend?”

“Yeah. Vanessa,” Wade says, his tone wistful. “When we met, she was a dancer. I mean, our whole life was good. But oh boy, I just fucked that right up.”

Wade spares me a glance, his expression unreadable. I can’t tell if he’s looking for sympathy or just sharing his story because it’s the truth.

“But you,” Wade continues, his voice tinged with admiration, “you were an X-Men. Fuck that, you were *the* X-Man. The Wolverine. He’s a hero in my world.”

Logan’s expression darkens, his voice cold and distant. “Yeah, well, he ain’t shit in mine.”

My eyes cast down, fingers tapping on the counter gently. The weight of Logan’s words hangs in the air, a reminder of the pain and regret that lingers between us.

“We should head out,” I say quietly, breaking the silence that has settled over us.

Logan seems eager to go, standing up quickly, the urgency clear in his movements. The three of us pack up and leave in a rush, exiting the diner and beginning a slow walk. I take the lead, the silence between us heavy with unspoken words.

Wade breaks the quiet, his voice unusually soft. “Pumpkin, you never told us how you got here.”

I glance at Logan, knowing he already knows the story. It was one of the first things I told him, the memory still raw. My heart aches at the thought of what we’ve lost, what I couldn’t save.

“I was too slow,” I admit, the words heavy on my tongue. “I tried to change the outcome of our world—the death of my friends, my family—that’s all on me.”

Logan’s voice is a quiet rumble beside me. “No, that’s on me too.”

I shake my head, refusing to let him take the blame. “You couldn’t have known. I did, in a way. I could have practiced more, gotten better, maybe seen more.”

The conversation falls silent, the weight of our shared guilt pressing down on us. I can tell our conversation has run its course.

Next Part

A/N: Fuck it, I’m staying up late to write because this is entirely self-indulgent.

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[emkayewrites]

The behind-the-scenes #Lukola moments I have invented to keep myself going now that we are in a Lukola drought...

(Excerpt taken from my fanfiction 'Curtain Fall')

July 20th 2022 – Buckinghamshire

“We are thinking Old Hollywood glamour.” Erika leaned forward so that her bespectacled face was level with Nicola’s.  As the lead make-up artist on the Bridgerton set, she was attuned to creating beautiful looks for the cast.

“We want the sultriness and we want it to reflect that era before heavy contouring.” Erika continued, lightly dabbing an orange blending sponge at Nicola’s face.

They were sat in a trailer on the grounds of a beautiful countryside estate.  Nicola sat in a dressing gown on a chair in front of a large vanity mirror, her hair up in rollers.  The third season of the show had already started to film some initial scenes with some of the cast but she was not due to appear on-screen for another week.  Instead, she was there for her make-up tests and costume fittings, a process that at best, took days.

There was real excitement in the atmosphere.  Nicola could sense waves of it from the production staff and even from the usually very restrained Erika.  There was an extra hop in her step.  It was a feeling Nicola shared.  There was something electrifying about the start of a filming process.  Of course, the realities of set life meant there was a lot of pressure and chaos.  There were days where there was not enough time and there was never enough rest for anyone.  However, you did not feel those things on day one.  The first day was your best day because you were well-rested, healthy and raring to go.   

She saw her reflection as Erika stepped to one side and almost jumped out of her skin at the sight.  There was a dark, very straight line that bisected the middle of her face, travelling from the top of her forehead, down her nose, across her lips and ending at her chin.  One side of her face was equal parts glossy and dewy, the other half was pale and bare.  It took Nicola a minute to remind herself of the method in the madness that Erika employed; she preferred to apply two sets of make-up at once rather than do the whole face.  This was what Erika called efficiency.

“Tell me you trained as a make-up artist on the Phantom of Opera without telling me.” Nicola joked.

“Sorry, should have warned you.” Erika laughed.

“It’s alright, it was just a small heart attack.”

“I’m just going to get the camera for a few polaroids before we carry on.” Erika hurried out of the trailer.  It was common to have a photographic log of different make-up looks.

Now alone with herself, Nicola’s eyes darted to the one place she had been trying to ignore. 

Her phone, sat on the table before her, taunting her with a small flashing light that signalled a notification.  She hated how every time she saw this, her mind went straight to thinking about him.  She struggled not to think about him every single day.  That fever dream of a night where they had spent time together left an imprint on her that she could not shake.  They had continued to message each other but the responses were sporadic and infrequent on his part.  The days there was no response felt like withdrawal from a drug. 

Now she was aware of herself, greedily eyeing up her phone, wondering desperately if she would get her next hit of dopamine from him.  She forced herself not to reach for her phone, in part to instill some kind of willpower over herself but also in part because of the fear of the crushing feeling she would have when the notification turned out to be something as inane as a Spam email. 

“Fucking hell!” Luke’s voice and laugh reached her before he did.  He appeared in the mirror before her.  One side of his hair was pinned back with a set of hair clips.  He looked smart in full Regency period attire.  She had seen him in this state of dress so many times before that it felt like seeing an old friend.

“Only got the budget for half my face.  Think you can act like you’re falling in love with this?” She swivelled herself around to face him.

“It’s going to be a task.” He responded with a straight face.

“They’ve given you more make-up than me!” She exclaimed as she eyed his face more closely.  It was clearer to her now that his skin had been plucked, buffed and smoothened to perfection.  “And are those – wait a minute, have they drawn on side-burns?!”

He seemingly blushed at this remark, which took her by surprise. She remembered that he had confessed he was self-conscious and worried about not being a good enough leading man. 

“Well, you really look like Book Colin. This is just what I imagine he would be like.” She added, trying to change the tone of the conversation from mocking to supportive.  It was a delicate balance to strike with someone who was usually the first one to make fun of themselves.  It was something she would need to get better at in the coming months.

He seemingly perked up a little at this compliment. It was then that she noticed he had one hand behind his back. He noticed her noticing.

“Well, I’ve actually got a little present for you for the start of filming.” He bought out into view a gift box with a purple bow.

“What? No, you didn’t!” She was taken aback.  It was traditional to give and receive wrap gifts, but she did not expect anything at the start of filming.  “I didn’t get you anything.”

“I know.” He smirked. “I win.”

She gave him an unamused look as he placed the box in her lap.  “You really shouldn’t have.”

“It’s something really small and really practical – something that you will love having on set.”

Something small and practical? Her mind raced through the possibilities.  What on earth did he mean? She unravelled the wrapping paper to reveal a shoe box that had Nike Kids emblazoned across it.  She burst into laughter as the instant realization hit her.

“Oh this is very good Mr. Newton.” She nodded approvingly at him. “Very good. Small and practical – and funny. Top notch, sir!”

He beamed at her with a mixture of pride and excitement.  She could tell her reaction had been very fulfilling for him.  She stood up and gave him a tight hug, despite knowing he was not a hugger.  It surprised her when he gave her a squeeze back. 

“Alright – don’t be smudging each other’s make-ups!”  Erika’s voice cut through as they let each other go.  She was wondering back in, polaroid camera in hand. 

“Luke’s filming gift for me.” Nicola stated, holding the shoe box up in Erika’s view.  Erika immediately let out a roar of laughter.

During the first season of Bridgerton, Nicola had been seen slipping into more comfortable shoes between takes: usually a pair of Nike trainers.  During one particularly long day on set, most of the cast were on stand-by between takes, the subject had somehow turned to Nicola’s trainers and how stylish they looked.  She had admitted she shopped for footwear in the children’s section.  It’s cheaper and they get cooler designs. She had enthused.  This had naturally led to the question of her shoe size.  Perhaps it was because everyone was tired to the point of delirium, or bored and desperate for some stimulation, but learning how small her feet actually were had caused fits of laughter across the main cast and then trickled across the production team.  For several months, the sight of Nicola in her Nike trainers would cause cast members to collapse in a fit of giggles.  At one point, the other Luke on set had waltzed into one particularly dramatic scene with his feet stuffed into them – creating one of the funniest outtakes of the series. 

“Now, I want you to wear them with pride.” Luke stated. “It’s important my leading lady is comfortable.”  With that, he gave her and Erika a dramatic bow and then walked backwards out of the trailer.

“Well, what a gentleman.” Erika stated, getting the camera ready.

Nicola turned and faced her.

Between the blinding flash of the camera and the very warm feeling she had from being back on set with people that were like her family, she was hardly thinking about Ezra anymore.  Until she was thinking about him again.  Damn.

Read more here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56951683/chapters/145353211

[mellowwillowy]

Yan Gamer with (both F/M) Game-character Reader

{A wide variation of shameless, calm but not stoic and the shy one~}

Also there's a special snip where it shows your POV~~

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So you see, this person right here is a WHALE when it comes to you. (Yan? Tendencies below)

Summer costume dlc where you wear bikini or shorts, revealing all your skins for player to see? Take their card. They'll enter their pin the moment the dlc is released.

Dlc for extra route that involves you? Come at them. They don't mind whose route it for as long as it involves you, even if you just show up for a few moments. If the OG game doesn't really give you that much of a screen time, they'll spam the creator to y'know, at least make an exclusive dlc or pack that stars you.

Depending on the game, I'll be taking Dead or Alive as an example. So it is a 3D fighting game that is infamous for its chicks and dlcs yeah, and what if you are there. For fem, they'll just flash their camera to your chest or butt (doesn't matter if you are flat in and out coughs) everytime they win the game before continuing, observing you closely like look at you, so adorable in that outfit. For male, they'll prolly just shoot at your whole muscles (whether you have it or not but he'll just stare at it anyway) or your ass.

If they are a ryona fans then good luck dear reader because you'll be forced to be other character's punch bag.

Or maybe they just enjoy punishing people so you'll just whoop people's ass mercilessly.

How about fanservice beach game? (Coughs DOAXtreme3). I bet they will just go nuts when they know you are also in the game and will start grinding like crazy to earn anything that is involving you. A puzzles to obtain a set of swimwear (bikini or shorts, your call)? They'll have it obtained real fast. A limited edition dlc that can only be obtained with real money? Kaching, purchased just like that. Oh? A limited edition reward where only few people can get it? They'll compete with the others like crazy to obtain it and they WILL. See, you look so good wearing that while playing volleyball with the others~

A *coughs* sensual scene where you are playing with the volleyball alone? Their camera is all set and (please look away minors) their hand just knows what to do. Another scene where you are doing a pole dance? God they sure knows what to do with the camera angle, it helps him with his relief so much. Oh, that noise you made is also really cute~

Lying on the bed all by yourself while waiting for them to log in? Cmon, you make them feel bad having to leave their PC for their work. Don't worry though, they'll make it up to you soon~

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If uncomfortable with Yan, look away

But it's really sad how they know none of this will ever exist in real life. You are just a character from a game and it will always be like that. Even if they can invest a whooping millions just to create a VR game or that hologram capsule where they get to communicate and interact with you, they will never be able to feel the warmth of your skin. Oh how they will do anything to be in the same space with you...

Oh what's this? A message...?

It's really different from what you are programmed to say. Depending on what kind of personality you have, if feisty or sadistic (hello Cat) you'll leave some kind of mean words to them that they never know you are capable of, or if you are sweet (hello Fox) you'll leave some kind of sweet message that encourage them to work diligently~ No matter how hard they try to search it up, no one has ever encountered this before! Is this some kind of bug or unused files?

It happens again the next day

They log in and see you standing instead of lying on the bed like usual, with a message that asks them to hurry and finish their work so that they can play with you and shower you with his love. Another bug?

It's getting out of hand now

Their PC suddenly turns on by itself, blasting the mp3 like crazy to wake them up. They wake up and see the notepad next to the mp3 player, something written on it.

"You won't forget playing with me for today too right? I really miss you. It feels lonely without you. You need to play with me unless you want me to delete your whole files ♡"

Not like they are complaining or anything. Delete it all you want, if anything, they are glad you'll punish them for their mistake in abandoning you. A bad lover has to receive their partner's chiding and punishment every now and then right? There's no way out anymore and they don't mind it at all. At least the obsession is mutual. Oh how happy you are whenever they spend fortune just for you ♡ It feels nice to be loved and adored to this extent, you've always yearned for someone's love after all.

You'll leave them lots of messages every day and they will also leave lots of files in their directory for you to peek. They'll also comission few artworks of you and them, setting it as a wallpaper where you can see everyday. It feels like a wedding portrait now, right?

They'll hate it whenever other people talk about you, especially if you come from a fanservice kind of game. They just realllllly want to destroy their PC every time they talk about you ( How? Each varies, prolly in a shady way)

There'll also be some kind of anniversary date between you two where you'll just do something special that only they are allowed to know. If coughs fanservice game then perhaps the pole dance might become a show of.... you know. If it's just a wholesome dating game the you might prepare a whole new date scenario of you and them. Incoming immoral activities! Handholding and hugging!

They've fallen into the rabbit hole way too deep and there's no way out now. Perhaps, this has always been their wish? It's only a matter of time for them to find another way to connect with you directly ♡

No proofread, I wrote this blurb before bedtime

[savorypink]

sweetener

to celebrate a certain milestone, you attempt to bake a cake.

smut. loosely based on an ask + an ariana song.

“They’re in the chat talking about how pretty you look. Dunno if you saw.”

 You can hear the smile in Alex’s voice as you continue to whisk the cake batter in the mixing bowl. In honor of recently hitting a milestone in subscribers, you proposed baking a cake. The audience received you very warmly; though you and Alex both had your worries, things couldn’t be going any better than they are now. Once the batter is smooth, you pull the whisk out, giving it a few kitten licks.

“And you said no one would want to watch me bake,” you say with your hands on your hips.

Alex moves from behind the camera to stroll into the kitchen, sitting on the counter behind you. “I said no one would watch if you still had your clothes on. We came to an agreement about that, though.”

You and Alex had agreed that you’d at least wear an apron and some panties. He fought hard for you to wear little to nothing, ultimately putting your comfort first and his desires last. You like to save his favorite costumes and lingerie for when the cameras aren’t rolling anyway.

“I guess I’m not that pretty then, huh?” You faux pout, turning to him. Alex hops off the counter, coming behind you to wrap his arms around your middle. You immediately fall back into his embrace, the musk of his cologne and the candied scent of your perfume still clinging to his shirt from the night prior.

“Nonsense. You’re beautiful.” He coos in your ear, peppering your neck with wet kisses. He isn’t throwing you off intentionally, but you don't remember what you were doing until you get a whiff of the batter and see multiple heart emojis spamming the chat. You dip your finger into the bowl, clearing your throat to get Alex to stop.

“Try it. I think it might be my best.”

Lifting the batter-dipped finger to his lips, Alex’s eyes remain locked on yours as he takes the digit into his mouth. As you expected, his mouth lingers longer than expected, slowly pulling the finger out of his warm mouth, equally in part to rile you up and get the audience excited. You hate that it’s working.

“That’s good, babe.” The laptop chimes a familiar sound, informing you that you’ve received a donation. Alex inches closer to the screen with you still in his arms, his erection shamelessly against your ass; you wiggle against him as he squints to read the message attached to the donation. He gives your ass a small smack when his voice gets shaky.

“Stop that. What does “down bad” mean? Why are they “down bad” for us?”

“It means they love us,” you giggle. Your innocent wiggles grow harsher, reveling in the feeling of Alex’s sweatpants against your core. You feel your apron beginning to loosen, Alex undoing the bow you perfected on the back of it. 

“So it’s a compliment. What do we say when we get compliments?” It took him long enough; one of his hands comes up to massage your breasts while the other dips into your soaked panties, wasting no time thrusting his fingers in your cunt. You fall back against him once more, your legs opening wider.

“Mmm. Thank you,” you breathe, licking your dry lips.

His fingers leave your core, and before you can whine about the emptiness, the fingers enter your mouth. You moan around his knuckles, your tongue swirling around the fingers, savoring every last drop of your wetness.

“Good girl. My girl is so pretty and kind, yeah?” His fingers go farther down your throat, your panties itching to come off. “She deserves a reward for baking for you today. Doesn’t she?”

You don’t need the viewers' agreement; he’ll reward you regardless. His fingers pop out your mouth to remove your apron, dropping it on the tile below you. Your panties slide off next, stepping out of them with shaky legs. Alex pats the countertop behind him, gesturing for you to sit on it. Before you can move, he picks you up by the hips and places you there himself. You can hardly contain your laughter as he attacks your body with kisses, the pecks turning into small nips and bites as he goes further down your body.

“Open up for me.”

You spread your legs apart, the cold marble of the countertop raising goosebumps on your thighs. Alex moves out of frame so the camera can view your core unobstructed. More donations pour in, and the chat seems never-ending. He spreads your lips open with his fingers, marveling as your slick drips onto the countertop, watching your core tighten around nothing.

“Screenshots tend to last longer,” he jokes. “They may love you, but not as much as I do.”

You run your fingers through his hair, disheveling it further. “I know. Now get to work.”

Alex licks a long, languid stripe up your core, your toes curling inward as your grip on his hair tightens. He begins lapping at your core, every bump on his tongue intensifying his licks and suckles, your hips nudging into his eager mouth. You look towards the laptop with blurry lenses, not comprehending a single word on the screen.

Every swerve and curve of his tongue becomes more relentless by the passing second, your moans fueling the fire in the pit of his stomach. He massages your trembling thighs with one hand while the other palms at the dent in his sweatpants, his thumb ghosting over his clothed tip. With his eyes shut, his mouth continues its blissful offense on your cunt, his long lashes sitting pretty on along his eyelids.

The computer dings some more, though you aren’t too focused on it since your heart is pounding in your ears. The heat in your core and stomach is undeniable, your hips beginning to roll against Alex’s mouth, your release in your sights. Alex’s technique eventually becomes sloppy, switching from suckling and licks to darting his tongue inside you. His tongue, hot and wet, strokes your walls heavenly as you clench around his tongue for the final time. Along with your core, every part of you feels numb, your pants becoming heavier as Alex continues to mouth at your cunt, in search of his release. You pat his head as encouragement, smiling down at him in a daze.

“You look so hot, Al.”

He grunts against your cunt, your words albeit small, yet effective in getting him over the edge. Treading your hands through his sweaty locks, your cunt swells at the sight of the wet spot in his sweats. His lips glisten under the glow of the kitchen lights, plump and swollen as he licks away your slick from his lips.

“You’re better than any fuckin’ cake.”

[sink-me-in-your-ocean]

Just a Quick(ie) Change

Papa Copia x gn!Reader smut

WC: 3100

A/N: I think I blacked out when I wrote this at 2am. This one is for @endhisbloodlineinmyesophagus - thank you for spamming me with pics of Copia’s amazing thighs.

Content warnings: oral sex m!receiving. 18+ only. Minors DNI.

NSFW below the cut.

Hired as a quick-change assistant, you didn’t expect much from the job backstage for Papa Emeritus IV.

You never expected, one, that you’d actually enjoy your job, and two, that the two other assistants would quit right before a tour. 

It was much too close to the start of the ritual tour to hire someone on the spot. Sister Imperator always had the last word, and since the clergy was thousands of miles away from her at the moment, it was an inopportune time to be short-staffed. Papa required many, many intricate costume changes during rituals. Usually, these changes required at least six additional hands, but at least for the next several shows you’d have to make do with just your two.

It was down to you and him when he’d come backstage. Sometimes another member of the crew would bring him refreshments while the nameless ghouls stalled on stage, riffing and whatnot, but mostly it was just the two of you. This led to witty banter, goofy little mishaps, and the like. Some accidents even led to flirtatious jokes between you two as you quickly warmed to each other.

Papa rushed offstage, clutching the front of his trousers. Holding back a laugh, you couldn’t resist asking, “Are your pants falling off or are you just eager to see me?”

He put his hand to his heart, exclaiming a word in Italian before inhaling in a dramatic gasp. “My button popped off.”

You knew his button came off while he was performing - you had a small live monitor in your closet - coloring you thoroughly impressed by the movements of his hips. You had the cheesy line and a needle, thread, and replacement for the offending button prepared as soon as you saw it happen. 

The laugh you shared together wasn’t the first, and certainly would not be the last of the evening. You couldn’t place why it brought you so much joy to just make him smile in between sets. It was a moment of complete and utter glee in the midst of the madness that went into each ritual.

Zippers got caught, shoes were left untied, robes were wrinkled, the whole nine. It was like Murphy’s Law backstage sometimes… anything that could go wrong, would go wrong. 

On the second night of your solo adventure, in the middle of a particularly intricate change involving his Dracopia bat wings, Papa said something to you that would keep your mind stirring the entire night. He was on a high from the opening of the show, beaming at you from the moment he saw you, but this… this was different.

“I enjoy our time together, you know.”

“What?” Your focus was on the second, most stubborn, buckle as you stood in front of him. The harness couldn’t lace itself up so you kept working, your fingers nimbly adjusting as he kept speaking.

“Well, it’s just that I’m used to so many people poking and prodding me, shoving me this way and that, just going through the motions.” He paused, tilting his head to listen for his cue coming up before he continued, “But with you this is different, I feel like I’m actually getting a break instead of just being rushed around like a…how do they say... chicken with its head cut off.”

You finished the last buckle, securing it in place and patting his arm as you were utterly lost for words. His sentiment cut through you like a blade, but was as soft as a feather pillow. 

He turned on his heel as he walked away, but paused and looked over his shoulder, winking at you before walking back on stage. The crowd of devotees screamed and you stood alone in the dark, accompanied only by the mass of butterflies in your stomach. 

The rest of the night went by as usual, but somehow smoother than expected. The stolen glances between you and Papa were more heated, and held more weight than before. Neither one of you crossed that threshold that night though; You refused to be the first one to take this - whatever this is - to the next level.

The next show you were alone, yet once more. Sister Imperator unsurprisingly didn’t like any of the candidates that had applied for the position, not deeming them ‘good enough’ to work with Copia. She never called him Papa, you noticed. 

Sister was doing her best to assuage you while simultaneously making your head hurt. She was always kind to you for some unknown reason, but tonight she was truly laying it on thick, “… but you, my dear, are a diamond in the rough. You’ll have to shine on your own just a little longer.”

The video call glitched, her word’s temporarily interrupted by a bad connection as she said something else.

“I’m sorry, would you repeat that? It sounded like you said it’s just going to be me for the rest of the week.”

“Oh no, I didn’t say that.” The video finally stabilized. You sighed in relief before she continued. “I said you’ll be on your own for the rest of the tour.”

Your face fell. It felt like a two-ton weight was placed on your chest, or that you were shoved in a truck, locked in, and the key was thrown away. 

No help? Seriously?

She noted your facial expression before you could reel yourself in. “Don’t worry my dear, we will compensate you more for the lack of help you have, but at least I know that my - cough - er, the Cardinal, will be happy in your capable hands.”

You tried to hide your dismay, “O-Kay.”

“I’ve got to run off now little one, try to make the best out of it, alright?”

“I promise, Sister, thank you.”

You sighed again, to no one this time and not out of relief. To be on your own the rest of the tour seemed, in practice, too much. You had only done two shows solo and the limited sanity you had was already wearing thin. Suddenly, you had a strange thought that warmed your body: if you’re the only one then that means more time for you and Papa to get to know each other. 

Your traitorous heart gave a squeeze. More time alone with him couldn’t possibly be a bad thing… could it?

Perhaps? Perhaps not. But you could certainly think of many, many bad things to do.

One week later 

Your heart was pounding as you did your final checks. Everything tonight was going to run perfectly. 

The first change went to plan, then the next. Every second that passed with the two of you in each other's vicinity felt like an eternity. Your own personal hell of stolen glances and small comments. Of shallow breaths and lingering touches. 

“Is this new?” He nodded to your night-black long-sleeved dress. All-black was the dress code for backstage crew so tonight you’d opted for a racy mini dress and long black stockings to cover your legs up to the thigh. Only a salacious inch of skin showed between the garments, and Papa couldn’t resist peeking. 

Flattered that he noticed, you blushed, “Yes, it is.” You straightened his robes, ensuring the easily-wrinkled fabric lay perfectly in its place. 

“I’d like to see it off you later.” He reached with one gloved hand and ran two fingers along the visible skin of your thigh, making you tremble with want. It felt like the little room turned into a furnace, just from that.

Quick as a flash he grabbed his prop from your open palm before you could react and darted back out to the stage, leaving you in shock with the realization that he wants you just as badly as you want him. 

You pace back and forth, setting everything out for the next change. At one point the stage manager pops in, asks you if you need anything and you assure them that you’re good. 

There’s only one person who can give you what you need.

As soon as the cue hits for him to exit your palms tingle in anticipation. Your eyes lit up as you saw him, stripping him out of the floor-length robe immediately to get started on the next change. But Papa had other ideas.

His gloved hands grabbed you firmly, one on your jaw and the other at your waist to pull you into a deep and sensuous kiss. You felt the electricity between you buzz from your lips down to your toes. Your body responded before you truly realized what was happening, and you kissed him back with equivalent enthusiasm. 

He growled as you parted your lips to dart your tongue out, grazing his teeth once before going back on the next kiss to taste his tongue. You moaned, greedily, taking in a deep breath through your nose to inhale his bouquet of fragrant cologne and hair products. It felt like the two of you were kissing with the need of long-lost lovers, reunited after a decade of time. He grabbed and groped at your body, pulling you closer as though he never wanted to let you go.

You did your best not to be too handsy with him in return, as you didn’t want to fuck up his costume.

Fuck! His costume!

The head-spinning thrill of the kiss made him miss his cue to go back on stage, both of you too caught up in the passion of the moment to feel the world around you. You broke the kiss and violently threw items at him to put on. Luckily this change was one of the easier ones, but it never looked good for Papa to delay his return to the stage.

The stage manager came in again, “Everything alright in there?”

“Yes! Just a stubborn zipper again!” You laughed breathily to cover up your anxious flitting about while Papa stayed silent. 

“Alright, well, hurry it along, the ghouls are going to start eating each other out there if not.” They sounded less than pleased before cutting back out of the tiny room.

“Heard.” You replied curtly, not in the mood to have your moment ruined any further. 

“I don’t know how to say this without sounding like a dickhead,” your breath caught in your chest. Did he regret the kiss? “You have a little, er, smudge.” He motioned towards his lip.

You looked in the mirror beside you, hells below, he was right! You had black makeup from him smudged all over. 

He giggled his way back out, leaving you furiously rubbing at your lips and chin, your face fully flushed with embarrassment.

By the next quick change, you two had a pattern working perfectly. 

First, change out of the previous costume.

Second, put the next one on.

Third, and most importantly, spend any and all remaining seconds kissing each other like giddy teenagers.

You both became a desperate mess of hands, lips, and teeth. You even picked up a few new tricks: one of which being that you could tie his tie exceedingly well while he had his tongue in your mouth. You got a little too handsy now, stroking him through his pants as his hands gripped your rear. Feeling him growing with every motion was spurring you on, making you almost delirious with need.

“I’ll see you shortly.” He exhaled heavily, palming the front of his pants to adjust the placement of his dick. It was adorable how he was going to go out there like this, pantomiming that nothing had transpired, but you were fine with it, it was a little game.

“I’ll be waiting.” You called after him.

The longest break in the show was up next, and you already knew what to do. You were on your knees before he finished the song, his cue to move backstage for his change came and when he saw you he stopped in his tracks. 

“Don’t just stand there now, come over here and let me taste you.” Your bold words seemed to almost miss him, as he looked to be in a trance. He soon snapped out of it, taking a few steps to you and closing the distance. 

He stroked your hair, “You don’t have to do this right now, we can wait until later.”

His suggestion was tempting but unnecessary, you were committed to this. “I gave you a problem, and I want to take care of it for you. May I?” You pleaded up at him and his mouth dropped open.

“Yes. Fuck, please.”

With his explicit permission you went to work. It was well-known that Papa went commando on stage. However, this didn’t make it any less difficult for you to peel the “rat-eaten” black pants off of him. His sweat combined with the stiff, unforgiving tightness of the trousers and made it quite difficult for you to wrench him from the tight fabric. 

You wrestled the fabric down, exposing the very tops of his delicious thighs and in the middle, his magnificent thick cock sprung forth. Your mouth watered at the sight, so long and hard, how you wanted - no - needed to taste him. 

You wet your lips, looking up at him and not wanting to waste any more time as you pressed your tongue lightly to the underside of the hot tip. You flicked your tongue to the very end, where a bead of pre-cum was leaking out. 

Tasting him stirred something within you that made your insides clench. You wanted so much more than just to give him a sloppy blow job in the stage right closet at a ritual. But this would have to do for now. 

The salt of his sweat on your tongue was like a drug to you, and you needed more of everything. You impaled yourself on his length, gagging obscenely as you took as much of him into your mouth as possible. 

He groaned as you sucked at him, your tongue working to massage the underside of his shaft. You bobbed your head back and forth, one of your hands coming up to follow the motion of your mouth. It slid back and forth easily, the copious amount of spit already coating his length made for ideal lubrication.

Your other hand steadied yourself by gripping his exposed thigh, squeezing the flesh lightly, your fingertips satisfied just by touching his bare skin. You felt your arousal again, a pulse at the apex of your legs thrumming to almost fierce levels. Fuck, you wanted to put one of your hands between your own legs, but right now, your focus was solely on Papas pleasure.

He exhaled with a ‘ha’ sound, another groan making its way out through his clenched teeth. You felt one of his hands curl itself through your hair, pulling slightly to get your attention.

You looked up at him, and you were so turned on by the sight. Papa’s face was contorted in lustful indulgence. Some of his hair plastered itself to his forehead while other pieces stuck out at the sides as though he had been running his fingers through the salt-and-pepper strands. You made a quick mental note to fix it before he went back on stage. 

He pulled again at your hair and you removed your mouth from him, although your hand continued to work, stroking up and down his entire shaft. 

“Fuck my mouth Papa.” The words in your desire-filled heart spoke themselves aloud.

He growled, “Open up.”

You did exactly as you were told, moving both hands now to his thighs as he readjusted his grip on your hair. The music was changing, the instrumental interlude was almost to an end. Your mouth opened wide and you got your wish.

Papa fucked your mouth as though the success of the ritual depended on it. He wasted no time pressing his impressive length into your mouth and throat as far as it could go. Your gag reflex was being obliterated with each thrust of his hips forwards. After several quick, punishing blows to your throat it finally relaxed. You were at his mercy, and mercy, he was not pulling any punches.

Tears stained your cheeks, an ache started in your jaw, and your facial muscles tensed. The pressure, the pain was all made worth it as you looked up through bleary eyes to see Papa. His chest shuddered with every breath. His heterochromatic eyes watched you and his eyebrows were knit together. Papa's mouth hung open and dirty remarks, expletives, and guttural sounds of pleasure sputtered out. 

“Look at you, so wanton, so needy for my cock that you’ll kneel before me.”

You hummed in response, pressing your thighs together to try to gain even a slight bit of friction between them. 

It could have been the vibrations from your hum that put him over the edge, or maybe it was that he knew he had to get back out there, but his grasp in your hair tightened. Your scalp flashed in white hot pain as he cried out in one final thrust and painted the back of your throat with hot, heavy spurts of his release.

You swallowed greedily, not wanting a single drop to be missed as he pulled out of your mouth and moved to quickly pull his pants back up. He knelt down unexpectedly, and you met his gaze. His gloved hands wiped the tears from your cheeks as he leaned forward and kissed you on your swollen lips.

“Grazie, mi amore, I shall return the favor after the show.”

With one final caress to your cheek with his hand, he stood, pulling his bright, glittering jacket on one arm at a time. You watched, rosy-cheeked and soft-eyed as he straightened his clothes, checking himself out in the mirror. Of course he looked over everything except his hair.

You snapped out of your lightheaded stupor with a second of time to remain, shooting to your feet, “Wait!”

He turned towards you and you wiped your damp hands on your thigh-highs before reaching up to smooth his soft hair back into place. You covered his eyes and with your dominant hand snagged the miniature can of hairspray out of your stash of supplies to fix everything back in place. 

You’d be damned if you didn’t do your job. 

Papa grabbed you by your collar once you dropped your hands, kissing you once more before heading back on stage. The scent of hairspray, his cologne, and sweat created a haze for you to dream in, thinking of the implications of his words from earlier.

You couldn’t wait for him to return the favor.

[britt-kageryuu]

Leo has been attempting to find a set of quest items for a good while in Skyrim. His model is dressed in a dark blue-gold trimmed tunic, dark gray loose pants, boots, his mask with long tails and a pair of sword charms hanging on the side of his head like earrings. A sign reading 'River is still in maintenance' is propped up next to him.

He's playing modded Skyrim with a humanoid turtle race added. His character looks very similar to his model on purpose, though in the Glass Armor, modified to fit the turtles race.

A poof of smoke goes off and clears to reveal a cartoon Leo in a ninja costume along with a Thanks for the $20 SamuraiSlider.

Leo leans to read the message, "Thanks SamuraiSlider, and 'I heard about the tea that makes to high, how do you know what that feels like?'. Okay first, no updates on the tea yet, just still testing." He moves his character to a hiding spot in the mine that he hasn't cleared yet. His Sneak went up a level.

"Now, as for how we know how that feels... A couple years ago we were celebrating April getting into her choice of College/University, and a cousin of ours, Cass, who owns a bakery that specializes in brownies had brought like 20 dozen different kinds of brownies." He pauses with a sligh smug look, "You can kinda see were this is going right?" He lets out a laugh before continuing. "Cass claims she didn't mean to have those mixed in, but hey honest mistake, right." It was clear he didn't believe that, but joked anyway.

He moves his character to take out a were monsters before hiding again.

"It's not very clear who had them first, but I do remember Red ended up eating like 20 brownies before he felt the effects. Personally I believe I had like 8 before feeling any effects. Yes, we are big eaters with very fast metabolisms, plus we were very athletic teenagers." Leo says like he needs to justify the amount of food they ate. "We only learned about the 'mix up' with the brownies after DAD made a comment about the effects. Something about not having something like it in years."

He had a slightly shocked look before just letting out a sigh. "Don't know why I'm surprised, Dad was in the film industry, and they apparently had some very wild parties back then. Anyway after things we checked everyone over, and found that Weed in smaller amounts doesn't have as strong, if any, effect on us. So the fact that Tea made us feel high means it's very strong, probably stronger if we let it steep." He thinks about this for a minute before looking to the side at something in the studio.

"That would explain why it had a stronger effect on them. Well that's why we need to test this more, and figure what would be an appropriate dose to put into the tea bags." He side eyes the camera, "You guys would follow the instructions, right? You wouldn't purposefully ignore the instructions just to feel a stronger effect, Right?" Chat is spamming various answers, both yes, and no. "I don't believe you guys what so ever."

He moves to finish off the last of the monsters, and grab the loot. Thankfully there was one of the quest items he was looking for.

"Anywizzle, let's move onto the next move on, and check the next area that I might find these items!" Leo announces while fast traveling to another point near White Run that's close to where he needs to go. Praying a dragon doesn't spawn, and mess up his timing.

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Masterpost

[missnedge]

Why is it so hard for you to understand why I stopped giving a shit? (Bakugo/fem!reader)

Taken from the writting prompt "Why is it so hard for you to understand why I stopped giving a shit"

Summary: It's been a little over a month since your best friend Bakugo had been acting different, angrier and snapping at you more. After a particularly rough training session you've had enough and confront him. It didn't go as planned.

Characters: You/Bakugo, (class 1-A and others are background characters)

Tags: Angst, fighting, yelling, happy ending don't worry, confessions, Bakugo is emotionally constipated, kissing, fluff, reader takes no shit, reader has a quirk but I don't mention it, you get injured, mentions of blood

Written by Edge

Personal account: @hollister-mc

You slammed open the girls locker room, making the girls jolt. "Jeez, Y/n you're gonna give us a heart attack!" Mina exclaimed. You glanced around at your classmates and sighed. "Sorry guys, training was rough."

"By training you mean Bakugo." Jirou said. You huffed and made your way to your locker, starting to undo your hero costume. "Yeah basically. Fucking prick." You grumbled.

"You two act like a married couple, ribbit." Tsu remarks. You freeze for a moment, your ears starting to burn. "HAH! That's hilarious!" You shove your boots into your locker rather forcefully. "As if I'd marry that bastard, as if ANYONE would marry him." You slide your shirt on, buttoning it up while huffing under your breath. The girls glance at you before looking at each other in confusion.

After getting back into your uniform you leave the locker room, and to your dismay the last person you wanted to see was leaning against the wall waiting for you.

"Fucking took you long enough." He said in a gruff voice. You ignored him, continuing to walk back to homeroom. "Oi, don't ignore me."

You grit your teeth together and continue to stomp down the hallway. "What the hell?" He grunted. You picked up your pace and turned the corner sharply. Bakugo tisked his tongue in annoyance and sped up. "The fucks wrong? Is that about training? Cause if it is ge–" You spun around furiously, your teeth nearly bared. "This isn't just about training, it's about everything. I thought we were friends, dare I say best friends. We train, study, eat, and hang out together, even outside of school. But this past month you've become even more hostile than your usual asshole self, and you won't even talk to me about why!"

He shifts his glare from you to the floor. You sigh. "Talk to me Katsuki, please." He clenched his jaw and turned around. "There's nothing to talk about." Your shoulders sag in disbelief. The burning rage inside you fizzled out, leaving an icy and bitter resentment. 

"Okay, I guess we're done here then." You state. He turns his head to the side, narrowing his brows. "What?" 

"I said we're done. I give up, it's not worth it anymore. Have a nice life Bakugo." You turned on your heel and walked away without another word, Bakugo watched you leave with wide eyes. He hadn't expected that from you, and you using his last name hurt more than he cared to admit. He's a hero in training who's going to be number one someday, he shouldn't care about random extras he meets along the way.

So why did his heart hurt so bad watching you walk away?

A week went by, and it was hell. The first day you said goodbye he wouldn't stop spam texting or calling you, so you just sent a blunt "Lose my number" and muted his notifications, you didn't have the will to block or delete it just yet. After that, at school you wouldn't even look at him, for both his sake and yours. But that didn't stop him from burning holes in the side of your head. Whenever there was a possibility of being alone with him you turned the other way, always finding excuses to leave or be with someone else. You had plenty of friends, it's not like you were lonely. You love hanging out with them, but there was always that voice in the back of your head that reminded you none of them made you feel the way he does. Or at least, used to make you feel.

Everyone had noticed the tension between you two. Most of them knew it was none of their business, but no one could shake how much it dampened the mood. You were horrible at masking your nonchalant attitude, and Bakugo was more aggressive than normal. It was suffice to say this past week had been shit for everyone in class 1-A. 

Fortunately everyone had something to look forward to today, Aizawa informed them of a training exercise. Of course though, the excitement was short lived. 

The class was in one of the training rooms with the giant rock formations, you were practicing your quirk near the base, Jirou wasn't too far away from you. You both had been joking back and forth during the training. Above you Bakugo was working on creating short bursts of explosions, small and compact, but able to propel him or inflict minimum damage. 

He was having a hard time focusing with you being down below, he couldn't exactly hear you but the way you and Jirou were talking pissed him off. You were so happy with everyone, but wouldn't even look him in the eye anymore. He was angry, mostly at himself for letting his feelings get in the way. Instead of keeping distance but near he fucked up and shut you out completely. He was afraid it was too late to pull you back in. 

Bakugo growled, his thoughts were getting the best of him. His hand twitched and let out an explosion from his palm, more powerful than he had been letting out previously. It happened too fast. 

He gasped out a curse as his blast hit an unsteady portion of the rock formation. It instantly crumbled and the debris cracked, breaking apart as they slid down the decline. 

It was heading straight for you and Jirou. His mouth dried and he started to blast down to you both. "MOVE!" He bellowed. 

You instantly perked up, the large chunks were falling almost impossibly fast. You could either save yourself or Jirou, who had noticed the rocks too late. Well, what kind of hero would you be if you didn't do what you came to this school for?

Adrenaline shot to your legs, you had one chance. You jumped with all your might to your friend, your hands collided with her back and pushed her forward. You hit the ground roughly, a brief rush of pain hit you before you were out like a light. 

Jirou screamed as she watched the rocks fall over you. The class gasped and rushed over. Bakugo landed in front of the rock debris, he was breathing rapidly as he scanned over the rocks. The air was still dusty from the dirt as everyone gathered around. Aizawa ran over. "What happened?!" 

Jirou stood up shakily. "The rocks… Y/n pushed me out of the way…" Denki stepped over to her, resting a comforting hand on her shoulder. 

Bakugos ears were ringing, he dropped to his knees and started hoisting rocks; tossing them carelessly to the side. "Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT! Come on, where are you?!" He quaked. Aizawa joined him, as well as the physically stronger students. Bakugo lifted a rock and nearly felt his heart stop. He saw your hand, dirty, scratched, and worst of all unmoving.

He quickly moved more rocks, the others joining him. You were laying face down. A giant gash was across your forehead, your hair was dusty and wet with what could only be your blood. Bakugo reached for you but Aizawa scooped you up and was instantly running to the exit. "Class dismissed!" He yelled as he burst out the gym doors. Bakugo sat there on his knees, staring at where you had been. He stared at the splotches of blood, he felt gutted. Even when you tried to be out of his life he ended up hurting you. 

As soon as school was over he went to Recovery girls office. She explained that the gash in your head was surface level, the blood made it look a lot worse than it was. Aside from that you only had cuts and bruises along your body. To put it simply, you were extremely lucky. 

You were still out cold when he had arrived, so he made himself comfortable in a chair next to your bed. He was hunched over in his seat, leg bouncing idly as he watched you sleep. His eyes kept darting to your chest, just wanting to make sure you were still breathing. Jirou and Mina had also stopped by for a little bit, leaving you a note and some candy before going home themselves.

A couple hours passed, school had long ended. He texted his mom letting her know he'd be late. Once he told her what happened Mitsuki scolded him and said to make sure you get home safely and that she would let your (guardian/s) know. He sometimes thinks his mom loves you more than him. 

Another hour went by, Recovery girl had been periodically checking on you. The sun had dipped below the horizon, Katsuki had already done his school work and yours, it was the least he could do for almost killing you. Finally you started to stir. 

You groaned softly, your eyelids felt like they were glued shut and your head felt like someone was jack hammering the back of your skull. Using every ounce of willpower you had you sat up, slowly, but surely.

You raised a hand to your face, hissing softly from how stiff you were. You could feel the bandages wrapping around your forehead, the memories from earlier were foggy but discernible. You saved Jirou from being crushed at your own expense. You rubbed your eyes before opening them, your vision was blurry but you could recognize where you were. Recovery girl walked over from her desk. "How are you feeling dear?" 

"Like I got crushed by rocks, oh wait. Hah." You snicker to yourself and Recovery girl sighed while shaking her head. "You're hilarious. Here dear, take these, it will help with your head." 

You graciously accepted the pills and cup of water she extended to you. Popping them in your mouth you started to take a sip of water. Your eyes drifted to the side, landing on Bakugo who was sitting in a chair and watching you carefully. You choked on your water. 

After barely getting the pain pills down you coughed a few times and turned away from him. Recovery girl brought over your uniform since you were still in your hero outfit. "Here you go sweetie. Let me know if your headache doesn't go away. You." She turns and looks at Bakugo. "Out while she changes. Wait for her outside and make sure she gets home safely alright?" He nods silently. "I'm fine, Recovery girl I can–" She shushes you. "You never know what could happen, what if you pass out on your way home?" 

"I'll get the rats to carry me home." She pinches your arm lightly and walks away, you chuckle to yourself. Bakugo had already taken his stuff and yours out into the hallway. You sigh deeply and stand up, starting to change out of your dirty and slightly damaged hero suit. 

After changing you say a quick goodbye to Recovery girl you take your note and candy that was left for you by your friends. Hesitantly you open the door to the hallway. Bakugo was staring at the floor, hearing the door click open he turned to you. 

With a heavy breath you shut the door behind you and step towards him. "I can take my stuff." You say shortly. He narrows his eyes and swings your bag over his shoulder. "Not a chance." You huff and start to walk down the hallway. 

"We need to talk." He starts to follow behind you. You shove your hands into your pockets, ignoring the way his voice made your chest hurt. "I don't think we do." You say. 

"I'm sorry about the rocks. I wasn't paying attention, and ended up blowing a chunk off." His voice was quiet, and uncomfortable. You feel yourself bristle with slight anger. Is that it? Just a shit apology for almost killing you?

"Okay, thanks." Your voice was flat. Bakugo sighed harshly and quickened his steps, moving next to you. "That's not all." You continued walking and he growled and grabbed your wrist. "Would you fucking stop?" 

You glare at him. "Why should I? I made it clear I was done with you, so why are you here?" A flash of hurt appeared on his face. "Because I–… I need to…" He glares at the ground, the words dying in his throat. 

You rip your wrist out of his hand. "Just leave me alone Bakugo." You turn away.

"How can you just walk away?!" He shouts. "Because I don't care anymore." You say. "Why?" You start walking again, ignoring his question. 

"Why damn it?! Y/n look at me!" Him using your name makes you freeze, he hardly says your name, just using nicknames instead. He moves closer. Something in you snaps and you turn around to face him. 

"Why is it so hard for you to understand why I stopped giving a shit?!" You fumed, Bakugo stared at you wide eyed. Your words felt like a stab through his heart. "Huh?! Why is it?! You're the one that pushed me away you idiot! And now that I'm doing what you want you won't fucking leave me alone!" 

He swallows tightly, eyes moving away from your unyielding glare. "That's not what I wanted…" He mumbled. "What?" You snap. 

"I said that's not what I fucking wanted!" He hissed out. You twist your face into a scowl, you move towards him getting into his face. "Then what the fuck did you want?!" 

His breathing picked up as he looked up from the floor into your eyes. He was intimidated by your glare, no ones gotten into his face like this before. How could someone look so angry and beautiful at the same time?

You grew impatient, he wasn't answering you, his eyes were just darting all over your face. You shout again. "Huh?!" He clenched his mouth shut, you nearly lost it. You grab the front of his blazer and yank him forward aggressively, you were seething. "WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" You scream in his face. His eyes widen, you're inches from his face. The moonlight coming in from the windows highlighted your face gorgeously, even the unhinged rage in your eyes was stunning to him. His heart was pounding, and with a shaky breath he said. "You."

Your face instantly fell, and your grip on his shirt slacked. "What?" You uttered. 

"I said… I want you." He whispered.

Your heart sped up even more, your rage ebbing into shock. It was your turn to be speechless. He raised a hand to your face, his calloused palm cradling your cheek. "I want you, have for a while. That's why I started acting the way I did, I didn't know what to do or how to act… I figured keeping you at arms length would help but instead I pushed you away completely." He thanked whatever higher power there was that the halls were empty, if anyone saw him like this then it would've been 10 times harder to do this. 

Your mouth parted in shock, the warmth from his hand only added to the heat on your cheeks. "I wasn't sure what I would do if I told you how I felt and you didn't feel the same. But this past week of not having you with me at all was worse than you not feeling the same." 

Your knees felt weak, were you still passed out and dreaming? 

"If you don't feel the same, that's fine. Just… don't ignore me anymore… Please." 

Your mind was all over the place. Your anger from this past week was gone completely, instead you were flustered, shocked, and unsure of what to do.

"Bakugo–" He drops both bags off his shoulder and brings his other hand to your face. His soft look morphing into a scowl. "What's my name?" Your breath hitches and you narrow your eyes. "Why did you have to ruin the moment?" You huff out. He hisses and you squeeze your eyes shut and brace for yelling, but you're met with something completely different.

His lips smash against yours, the force hurting but it quickly faded. A shocked breath leaves your nose and you grab onto his shirt, kissing him back with just as much force. Your heart hammers in your ears. His right arm lowers from your face, snaking around your waist and pulling you closer. You pull away slightly to take a breath. "Asshole…" You mutter, he grins and kisses you again. "That's not my name either." He says against your lips. You laugh and pull him in again, running your hand up his neck and into his spiky hair. He shutters and makes a noise into your mouth, his fingers dig into your waist a little harder.

You both break away breathing heavily, you meet his gaze. "Katsuki." He smirks slightly and you continue. "... I feel the same." His smirk grows into a grin and he kisses you again. 

After a few more moments in the hallway you both continue back to your house hand in hand. You didn't comment on how sweaty his hand was, or the stupid and cocky grin on his face. You just squeezed his hand tighter and wore a smile of your own. 

This is just a reminder that we are open for requests, so if you enjoyed this and have an idea of your own you'd like to see don't be afraid to send it in!

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Hermit Prank War: Round 1 Match 4

Poultry Man: Origins (Season 6)

Prankster(s): Grian Victim(s): Mumbo Jumbo

After linking his and Mumbo's bases with an underwater message system, Grian promptly decided to flood the system with chickens and eggs. He also later found Mumbo AFK and spammed his enclosure full of chickens, insisting, "It wasn't me, I swear, officer! It was the man in the chicken costume!" This led to the invention of the alter ego Poultry Man.

Nether Death Loop (Season 7)

Prankster(s): Grian, BDoubleO100 Victim(s): GoodTimesWithScar

To initiate Scar into the nether base group of the Upside Down, Grian and BDubs gifted him a respawn anchor, under which they wrangled and hid several silenced hoglins. Each time Scar respawned, one person would charge the anchor, while the other would flip a lever to retract a block and drop Scar down into the hoglin pit, trapping him in a continuous death loop.

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Costume Cdramas I watched in 2023

My 2nd year with Chinese dramas as my love for costume drama continues.

The title links to where you can watch it (tried to find free legal watches where available)

The Blood of Youth (40 x 45min, filming started in Oct 2021, released Dec 2022) fun action drama with a good dose of comedy, not for people who want lots of romance because they are too busy (and the canon couples don't have enough chemistry, there I said it) to be making out. Good for bromance, ghost ships and/or ace character head canons. Xiao Se's fur collar wins fur collar of the year, Tang Lian is my blorbo of early 2023.

My Uncanny Destiny (24 x 30min, filmed in autumn 2021, released Jan 2023) My favorite comedy of the year. Don't get turned off by the toilet jokes, it's a gem that spoofs drama tropes, gives you a coherent plot, silliness, fun side characters, a ML that is not afraid of being silly and a FL that plays capable and silly well. This might be a low budget production but they put that money to work. Politics, cross-dressing, found family, sisterhood, enemies to lovers, third wheel bisexual who reminds me of Wen Kexing, over the top villain, himbo villain who works out shirtless all the time, it got it all.

Wulin Heroes (22 x 45min, filming started Nov 2020, released Jan 2023) I watched this for Li Hongyi and he is incredibly beautiful in this so props to his stylist and cinematographer. BUT it is a badly written and edited low budget romp. If you are not watching for any actor then do not bother. FL is bearable once you realize she is very much of a lets see where this goes kind of character. 2nd ML is a suffering captive prince turned whiny regent played by Zhu Zanjin. So if you want to see Jin GuangYao suffer, you might like his scenes?? It can totally be read as a throuple especially with the New Tales of Wulin Heroes mini series add on. The choppiness might also be a result of the dangai ban??

No Doubt in us (24 x 14min, 2021, donghua) saw this on netflix and it roped me in with the body switch trope. It's sufficiently entertaining. Though I didn't enjoy the animation style apart from the chibi scenes.)

Heaven Official's Blessing (season 1, 11 x 26min, 2020, Donghua) It's THAT story and the art style is so pretty. I haven't read the books yet but still got what was going on most of the time. Liked it a lot. Haven't watched the 2nd season yet)

The Journey of Chong Zi (40 x 45min, filming started in June 2021, released Feb 2023) This xianxia is a mess! But it gave Scorpion King Li Daikun another memorable role with being the FL's protector. Watching Wang Zhoucheng having a ball with his role was fun. Immortal turned demon Wan Jie is so handsome and tragic. It did draw me in but the main couple is just ick so every time they were apart it immediately got better. ML's refusal to take the antidote to ease his obsession was lmao, FL is naive but charming and her demon styling rocks (do not get the hate on the actress, she is selfmade and there are many bad pretty face actresses around but I guess antis attract antis). Oh and there is a bromance between two of Chong Zi's harem members

Till the End of the Moon (40 x 55min, started filming in Nov 2021, released April 2023) aka my brain rot drama of the year. Drawn in from episode 1 on. Bai Li and Luo Yunxi <3 Pian Ran, Ye Qingyu, Nian Baiyu and Si Ying. <3 I was spamming tumblr with my screenshots, it was a jolly good time to watch this epic tale of love and suffering and saving the world dilemma with a great cast, characters, costumes, sets and soundtrack with the cdrama ppl of tumblr. If this weren't too complicated for cdrama newbies I'd recommend it to all my friends. Do not skip the dream arc (I ended up liking it) or later stuff will make less sense. I'm still annoyed that we didn't get a good extra episode that wraps up some lose ends for the main side characters and that reunion of the main characters but Youku really went nah we better play it safe with censors not liking happy ends for morally grey characters.

My Queen (24 x 45min, filmed in 2020, released Jul 2021) An FL enters a romance adventure VR game drama that I watched because I needed some fluff between TtEotM episodes. Why pick this among any other sufficiently entertaining dramas that are probably better written and not as forgetable? Because I wanted to watch Hu Wei (rich nepo baby in The Blood of Youth) in another comedy role >_> and ridiculous overacting he did deliver

The Trust (30 x 45min, filmed early 2021, released Apr 2023) The life action adaptation of the manhua No doubt in us is based on. I dunno why I finished this, I guess I'm not a quitter and needed silly stuff to balance TtEotM angst. For some reason the director thought it would be a good idea to film this like a donghua and it is causing 2nd hand embarrassment. The ML cannot pull off being a woman in a man's body, not even a martial arts nerd like Xu Yu. Like Wulin Heroes it was filmed before the dangai ban but that didn't stop them from having at least two bromances.

Wanru's Journey (24 x 35min, filming started in Jun 2021, released May 2023) A mess. So IQIYI released this simply to ride on the wave of Ao Ruipeng's The Blood of Youth popularity. Because this got so chopped down because of the dangai ban and it probably wasn't good to begin with. Basically an actress transmigrates into a dangai screenplay and gets between the leads while also making money by writing fic about them (ok this is my reading but she DID release fic and drawings of them). Of course it takes an unnecessarily dramatic turn, instead of staying on the comedy side, cannot remember more of the plot, oops.

King is not Easy (20ep x 30min, released Aug 2017) I watched this for the body switch trope and Bai Lu. Nice to see her actual face before the fair skin filter got her, entertaining enough, badly written silly comedy with mind mindbogglingly contrived final 4 episodes. It's Bai Lu's drama debut so it's nice to see how far she got

Destined (40ep x 45min, filming started in Jun 2022, released June 2023) Highly enjoyable. Fell in love with Bai Jingting. What's not to love about a playboy getting put on his path by his wife and them becoming friends, sworn siblings and then lovers in the process? No this is actually about FL finding her thing (trade) and being wildly successful at it, then it's also political, revenge and more. The leads are extremely charming and have great chemistry (the drama suffers every time they are apart lbr) and the writing is good, though people are too perfect and I wasn't into the whole palace stuff.

My Journey to You (24 ep x 60min, filming started Dec 2022, released Sep 2023) Had me from episode 1 on. Made me buy IQIYI VIP so I can watch it in good quality. Fell in love with Zhang Linghe. Yu Shuxin needs to do all the wuxia while she is still fit. Why waste being able to do the splits on some modern drama? The director sent her mud wrestling and she went for it. Everyone knows she is pretty no need for her to be beautifully put together on screen 24/7. Love the style, the character introductions, the characters, the cast, the chemistry, the story, the way you expect something and something else is going on. While it started out gloomy and remained so for the most part, it surprised me with throwing in more comedy than I expected. The good old idle manchild gets thrown into a position of power story but it's a murderous martial arts clan against another murderous martial arts clan. It's giving you some information but often just enough for getting what's going on just to play with your expectations later, FUN! And I didn't even mention all the other characters because surprise! this is actually an ensemble drama with several intriguing characters. Do not expect for the two leads to be on screen all the time.

Hilarious Family (24ep x 45min, started filming in June 2022 (?), released Sept 2023) A fun ensemble comedy I watched for Jackie Li. A widow moves to another city to marry off her 4 daughters (a silly man-crazy one, a homely one, a scholar one and a tomboy one). No it's not Pride and Prejudice but yes of course this is a romcom and all women have a love interest. It kind of drops off later on tbh, but still good for the characters and side characters. The success of this in China hopefully means that Jackie Li will get to be getting more comedies to work in after the Queen Lau disaster and people having a problem with her artist alias in 2022.

Hello There (20ep x 30min, released Jan 2023) I stumbled on this on IQIYI while looking for a light fast watch that will let my brain relax. The ML's best acting moment is when he plays a wooden robot. FL is fun. There are some questionable scenes, standard low budget action comedy fare.

An Ancient Love Song (14ep x 30 min, released June 2023) A wonderfully written and executed grown up time traveling story, that shows once again that you don't need a big budget to tell a story that draws you in. Ended my palace politics blockade. All this time traveling and no reincarnation in sight. ;_;

Story of Kunning Palace (38ep x 45min, filming started in May 2022, released Nov 2023) Tieing 2nd with My Journey to You for brainrot drama of the year. The cinematography is questionable, the story is not for teaching perfect courting behavior but those two are just such a good cp in their awkward messy way. Their friends/sidekicks are fun too and bring some comedy to that story though crazy in love ML is serving some comedy too. Props to ZLH for actually trying to grasp the basics of playing qin and not just waving over the strings like other dramas deem it sufficient. Bai Lu is Bai Lu-ing, gathering her harem. Coming into this right after An Ancient Love Song the idea to defeat destiny this time around seemed hopeless to me but this is one of those they are good at making plans and they turn out mostly alright dramas. I hope those two's material for the next years is as good as the two dramas with them I watched in 2023, fingers crossed!

Currently watching: A Journey to Love and Taoism Grandmaster as well as 2/3 through a LbFaD rewatch that I started in summer.

I also watched a handful of modern dramas (made in Korea and Japan) and some mini-dramas, but that is for another post.

And yes my most watched actors are probably those uncles stuck in Hengdian, might look that up another day.

If I got the time to blog about a drama I usually do it with screenshots so my tag for those posts is excuse my bad quality screenshots. In other cases I just reblog and put my thoughts in the tags.

[wanderingblindly]

HI!!!! for the director's cut thing: anything about you bring me closer to god that you haven't shared yet? 😊

HELLO EMY MY DARLING MY CHILD!!!!!! Thank you for asking about ✨her✨

Looking back at my previous comments about this fic, I’ve shared a lot about the writing process it seems. So today, I’d like to talk about some of the non-Oscar perspectives!

I thought a good deal about what Lando was feeling during this, since his body language and actions were the focus on a lot of Oscar’s internal monologue. Not that he always read them correctly, to be clear, but it was important nevertheless lol. The first piece of Lando that I parsed out is that ALL of his behavior before and after a show is part of his performance. There might be truth slipped into it, of course, but every choice he makes is stylized and intentional. For example:

Until he’s there, just like he’s always there: a half-zipped hoodie thrown over his stage clothes, hair finger combed into something a little more presentable, heavily-lined eyes alight with endorphins yet to wear off. Then the seconds crawl, briefly, as Oscar stands there, dish rag in hand, looking at him. Watching as Lando rests an elbow on the bar, cupping his jaw in his hand and tilting his head to the side – looking at him, too.  His jacket isn’t zipped this time – hanging loosely off his shoulders

Lando spent TIME making sure his hair looked presentable, even if it was that “intentionally messy” look; he spent TIME making sure his jacket hung off his shoulders just right before stepping out to the bar. In my mind, the twenty minutes spent back stage after a show was reflective of both his perfectionism ((his desire to broadcast the exact image the band needs)) and his nervousness around Oscar ((wanting to play the exact character Oscar would be most attracted to)).

in the following scene, I spent some time wondering why Lando would go to the bar during the day. It’s implied that they’ve had their post-show routine for a few weeks, so why now? In my mind, there were two possible reason — both of which I alluded to in the previous scene.

A) George or Alex finally goaded him into it:

We know that Lando feels like talking to Oscar is easier when he’s in costume, when he can hide behind his stage persona. We also know that Alex gave Lando a knowing look after their last performance — asking if Lando was gonna stay late again. It’s subtly implied that the band knows Lando is down ATROCIOUS, and maybe that side comment was the indication that they’re gonna finally push him on it.

B) Lando finally had a moment of realization:

The scene ends with a bit of an ‘ow’: Lando seemingly flirting with a beautiful woman down the bar, and Oscar trying his best to ignore it. While I mostly wrote this to show that Oscar has some insecurities around Lando and his vivacious personality, I also wanted it to show Lando’s perspective. To me, Lando wasn’t genuinely flirting with her — he was just making conversation, he’s just continuing to play the part of ‘hot and gregarious frontman’. Maybe she got a bit too forward, or maybe he caught a hint of hurt in Oscar’s eye — maybe both. In the end, I thought that maybe this was a moment where Lando realized that playing a part the entire time he’s with Oscar won’t get him what he wants.

As my last bit of ramble, I thought about how to show Lando’s discomfort/awkwardness without making it clear to Oscar what he was thinking — and I did so by having him storm into the bar and start bombarding Oscar with questions.

I wanted the effect of having him sound confident while actually being horrifically weird. Like, spamming someone with questions, not allowing them to return the favor, that’s…. Poor social etiquette. It’s a little off putting. Oscar finds it endearing because he’s also down atrocious, but objectively Lando was not playing it smooth. This would have worked on absolutely no one but Oscar.

Feel free to ask more about any of my fics 💖

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

(Sorry if I’m bothering you or spamming your inbox btw 😭 I just like telling you stuff :3)

So like I just came back from a little Halloween reunion party with some old friends (it was relatively small, only about 20 or so people, but it was fun :3), and it got me thinking.

So I was wearing this dress, right? (And a few more things to make my outfit fit the Halloween theme) And Mia could not keep her hands off of me the entire time oml. 😭 (not that I minded, though 😏)

So this outfit was a whole process. I had to do my makeup (blood red lipstick, glittery eyeshadow, etc.), do my hair (and that’s a whole other process), and put on my outfit on top of all of that. (Strapless bra underneath. Made my titties look even bigger than they needed to be.)

The party itself was fun, I may have gotten a little naughty on the dance floor, but who cares? It’s a party!

Anyways, I was thinking what it would’ve been like if I had taken Itto with me to the party. (We’d probably have matching costumes) But even if we didn’t have matching costumes, I have a feeling he would’ve done the exact thing that Mia did.

She couldn’t keep her hands off of me for ten seconds. Whether it was when we were dancing, eating at the refreshment table, or just talking in a corner. Her hand was always either around my waist, or on my hips.

I’d imagine it would be 10 times worse with Itto with me 😭

You were getting ready to get to a Halloween party after work. Your boyfriend, Itto, was going to get dressed before he left his job and meet you over there.

Everything was almost done: You had the deepest red lipstick on that you could find. Your eye makeup was divine. Itto helped you as best he could with your hair this morning. Bless his little monster heart. He doesn't know what he's doing. But you enjoy the time he fusses over you. The strapless bra you wore did a real number on your tits. It made them look so good.

Finally, you were happy with everything and how it looked as it sat or hung on your body. The dress you wore was black. It had fabric around your natural waist that was cinched up so it hugged your curves. The sleeves were pulled off of your shoulders, showing off your clavicle and way too much cleavage. But it was a party. So you opted for less modesty than usual.

You got to the party first. As you greeted your friends you looked around for you boyfriend. He wasn't there yet, so you just wandered around. Hitting up the drink table and grabbing a little snack to avoid getting totally shitfaced before the party had even really begun.

There was an odd feeling that washed over you at one point. You couldn't really pinpoint what it was exactly. But you understood enough to know that you felt like you were being watched.

It was unclear yet if it was a threat or if you were just overreacting. You eventually polished off a few more drinks and went to the bathroom to touch up your lipstick.

You walked down the dark hallway. It wasn't this dark before, was it? Oh well. You pushed open the door and flipped on the light. As you stepped into the small room, some sort of movement caught your attention at the end of the hall.

"Hello? Is - hello? Ugh. I'm losing my fucking mind. It was probably a cat or something." You continued to reapply your dark red lipstick. There was a loud bang behind you. It nearly made you jump out of your skin. "HELLO?? You're not funny, I know someone is there."

You gathered up all of your courage, liquid and otherwise, and looked in the stalls for anyone who would be in there messing around with you.

"Famous last words." You put your lipstick away and took a few steps to the door to pull it open.

But before you had a chance to even grasp the doorknob, you were grabbed from behind. A pair of large hands; one went over your mouth, the other went around your soft waist, pulling you closer to their body.

Their voice was muffled. Almost like they had a bandana on or something obstructing their mouth while they talked. You could at least understand why they were saying to you.

Whoever it was, stuffed their face into your neck and took in a sharp, deep breath. "Mmmuhhhh, fuck yeah. You smell s'good. You look like my next meal. M'gonna eat you. C'mere, slut. You go around looking like this, it's gonna be hard for people to practice self-control. Get your ass in here, bunny. S'time to fuck."

It was a man. That much was clear. He was strong. Too strong for you to get away from him. Though that didn't stop you from trying. But it only made him laugh at your stupid little attempts to free yourself.

You tried biting his fingers but he had his hand cupped around your mouth so that wasn't an option. Fuck, he was strong.

He shoved you into the wall and held you there with his right hand while his left hand shut off the light.

"Now, you're going to do exactly what I fuckin' tell you to, ok bunny?" He said roughly against your bare shoulder. You could feel his hot breath wash over you.

"Look, j-j-just don't hurt me. Please. You want money? I have like $67 dollars in my purse. H-here just let me get it out for you. I'll count to 500 and you can just leave. I - I don't even know what you look like. Please - please, just, please. Please. You don't have to do this. I won't even call the cops! Huh? Good deal, huh?"

You begged and pleaded for this man to not hurt you. He didn't want your money. He didn't want your car.

He wanted your time. He wanted you.

The mask he had on covered anything distinguishing about his face and it was dark anyway. So even if you did look at him, you wouldn't be able to tell a single thing about his looks.

"Stay standing against the wall." He said. "Do you understand?"

You nodded.

"I can't fucking hear you. Use your fuckin' words."

"Yes! Y-yes, I understand. I - I - whatever you w-want."

"Turn around. Put your back against the wall."

"I - I have a boyf---" you tried.

"I don't give a FUCK if you're married to the goddamn President. Fuckin' ... turn ... around."

In a shaky and quiet voice you agreed to do what he was asking of you. "O-ok. Just please, don't hur---"

"If I was going to fucking hurt you don't you think I'd have done it by now?" He demanded. "WELL?!"

"Y-y-y-YES! Ok, yes! Maybe. I don't know! What do you want from me!"

He began inching up your black dress. His hands started at your ankles and ran up your calves. Giving them a light squeeze, he let out a little moan.

"Fffuck. Such a sexy little slut, aren't you, bunny?"

"M-m-mhm. Yep, I-I-I am." Your voice was trembling.

His hands traveled higher up your legs. He pushed them apart and pulled the skirt of the dress over his head. Settling in on his knees, you could feel his lips ghosting over your inner thighs.

It made you shudder. And you hated yourself for this. For all of it. For being so stupid and coming to the party without your boyfriend. For starting to drink without him. For wearing lipstick that needed touching up. For apparently looking so sexy that this asshole couldn't keep his hands off of you.

"Spread 'em." He said.

"N-no. Please ... don---". You tried again.

He sat up on his knees and buried his face in your cunt.

"Well ... well ... welllllll." He said as he traced the edges of where your thigh highs ended. "No panties tonight, huh? Who'd you do this for? You do this for me, bunny? Huh?"

You were short for words as you stood there. This man hiding under your skirt is scaring the shit out of you and turning you on like you've never been turned on in your life.

"Pl-please, this isn't ---"

"Shhh, shh, sh, bunny. Now, I'm going to touch you. And I think you're going to like it. I can clearly see you're already so wet for me. Such a good little slut. Mmm-hmm. You are. Are you ready?"

"N-n-no, no, no ... Not ... oh fuck."

He spread your lips and licked at your clit. It felt so fucking amazing. Your legs nearly bent at the contact. So good. So ... intimate?

"That's right, bunny. Spread those thighs for Daddy, if you don't want a spanking, yeah?"

You assumed a spanking wouldn't be your only punishment if you didn't do what he said. So you held yourself up against the wall and let him work his magic on your pussy.

He pulled at your skin with his fingers and licked at you with the flat of his tongue. His movements were so slow and deliberate that it drove you wild. Your entire body was on fire.

He moved his left hand up to your stomach, pushing up your bra and freeing your tits. He pinched and rubbed at your nipples, making you arch your back and cry out in pleasure.

"Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck!" You exclaimed as he pushed a finger inside you.

He was right. You were wet. You were dripping down your thighs and onto his hands and face. The more he touched you, the more you wanted him to.

It was like he had some kind of power over you. Like you were his puppet and he was pulling all the strings.

You couldn't take it anymore. You could feel your orgasm building up in your belly.

He knew it too. He pulled away and looked up at you from his spot on his knees.

"You wanna cum, bunny?"

"NO! P-PLEASE!"

He pushed another finger inside you and began to pump them in and out of your cunt.

"Cum for me, bunny. Cum all over my face. C'mon, bunny."

He sucked on your clit and you couldn't stop yourself. You came, hard.

You could feel yourself pulsing around his fingers as he continued to fuck you.

"Good girl, bunny." He said as he stood up. His voice was hoarse and low.

He pushed his mask up and kissed your face before he said anything more.

"Next time you should cum without my permission. Ok, 'bunny'?"

You knew that voice. You knew that tongue. You knew those hands.

"Itto?! Wha--? What are you doing here?"

He pulled off his mask and smiled. "I've been here the whole time, bunny. You didn't think I'd let you go to a party all by yourself, did you?"

"Wha -- But -- I don't ... I don't understand."

"Oh, I know. You're so fucking adorable when you're confused, baby. Let me explain. See, I was planning this for weeks. I wanted to do something fun for us. Something naughty. Something we'd both like. And this is it. I planned this whole thing out, even down to the costume. You like it?"

You looked at him. You hadn't gotten a real good look at him yet. But he was still dressed in all black, with a leather jacket and a mask. It was hot. You were still trying to wrap your head around it all.

"But how ... when ... holy shit."

Itto grinned. "That part was a surprise for me too. But you've always been good about reapplying your lipstick after you eat or drink a bit. I overheard you talking about it to your friend and followed you in here."

You blushed. "You're psychotic, Itto."

"Yes, bunny. I am. But I'm your psycho. Now, let's get going. We have a Halloween party to get back to."

"Ok, Itto. Whatever you say."

You fixed yourself up, and he held your hand as you walked back to the party.

[theinsanecrayonbox]

At4W's Amalgam month really has reignited my love for this verse (if only temporarily), so let's head back to my Amalgam Fanniverse for some new stuff; reused art, updated art, new art, and new lore!

under a cut to avoid major dash spam

Hotshot / Dominique Lawton (Domino/Neena Thurman (Mvl) and Deadshot/Floyd Lawton (DC)): she was trained to be a new type of super solider by a rival (updated?) program to Weapon X, utilizing her innate probability manipulation to aid in her sharp shooting. After escaping the program, her main occupation was being a mercenary. She's now been "drafted" onto the X-Squad as a form of parole.

Omega Beast / Anatoli Rossovich (Omega Red/Arkady Rossovich (Mvl) and KGBeast/Anatoli Knyazev (DC)): created by the soviets to be their super solider assassin, he was betrayed by his government and went rouge, taking to mercenary life. Much like Hotshot, he too has been "drafted" onto the X-Squad as a form of parole. **canon**

Hyena / Creed H. Quinn (Sabretooth/Victor Creed (Mvl) and The Joker (DC)): Creed was another of the test subjects in the Weapon X program, alongside his army buddy Logan Wayne, and was one of the few who survived the process. The process though broke his psyche, and he went insane. He became a crime lord, often coming into conflict with his old friend, now the Dark Claw. Recently he was caught, and put on some unknown for of psychotropic medication that has helped curb some of his more violent tendencies, so he too has been "drafted" onto the X-Squad as a form of parole. **canon**

Red X / Jada Kimura (Bellona Kinney (Mvl) and Red Hood/Jason Todd (DC)): after Laura betrayed her mother, Sarah Cain returned to the League of Shadows under Lady Talia, and offered her the opportunity to have her own Wayne heir, by attempting to clone her own daughter with the man. Jada was one of these clones, but was dubbed imperfect and discarded. She was taken by another League member and trained much in the same way her genetic donner had been; unlike her though, when Jada rebelled, she killed her "mother" and started the hunt for her "father' and "sister". After confronting the new Dark Claw, the two came to some sort of understanding, but she was still arrested for her crimes. Unknown by Dark Claw, she has been "drafted" onto the X-Squad as a form of parole.

Clarice Quinn (Blink/Clarice Ferguson (Mvl) and Duela Dent (DC): Clarice came from the Amalgam Earth-2 where history played out a little bit differently. Her father is a more heroic version of Hyena. She came to Earth-1 through some portaling mishaps, and has been stranded here, making a life for herself in her new home. She was originally found by the original Dark Claw, but has had more contact with the new one. She's able to manifest energy crystal shards that she can rip holes in space time with to quick teleport.

All New Dark Claw / Laura Cain-Wayne (All New Wolverine/Laura Kinney (Mvl) and Batgirl/Cassandra Cain and Huntress/Helena Kyle-Wayne (DC)): Laura's mother Sarah Cain was a member of Lady Talia's League of Shadows, unbeknownst to Dark Claw at the time of their involvement. Sarah left the League after it appeared to be dissolved, and raised her daughter to be the ultimate assassin; once old enough, Laura rebelled and went looking for her father. She found him, and the two reconciled before his disappearance. She took up the mantle to continue looking for him, as well as keeping New Gotham together in his stead.

All New Sparrow / Gabby Dark (Gabby Kinney (Mvl) and Robin/Damien Dark (DC)): Gabby was another of the Laura clones created by the League of Shadows for Lady Talia, and was considered the best success. When trying to hunt down her missing father, Laura discovered her mother's involvement with the League, and her new little sister. Dark Claw freed her from the League, and Gabby decided to join her sister in trying to find their father and protecting the city. She found-and updated-the old Sparrow costume in the Barrow, thus creating herself her own super persona. The original Sparrow, Jubilee (who had retired from the name after being injured in the line of duty (she's their Oracle/Alfred now)), was less than thrilled by this fact, but agreed to stay on to help Laura and Gabby in trying to find Logan.

Power-Woman / Karen Gwendolyn Stacey (Spider-Gwen/Gwen Stacey (Mvl) and Powergirl/Karen Starr (DC): Karen is also from the Amalgam Earth-2. Over there, Cadmus didn't have access to Super Soldier's direct genetic samples, but they did have American Belle's; Peter Parker's assistant, (Karen) Gwen Stacey, was caught in the lab explosion and died, and Karen was instead created. Parker took her in as his niece out of guilt at causing Gwen's death, but also as a way to properly monitor her growing powers. Karen was visiting Parker at Cadmius the day their portal generators overloaded, and thus she was thrust on Earth-1. The new Dark Claw managed to track her down, and offered her whatever help she might need to assimilate to life here, while promising to try to find a way to get back to her own home reality.

Scarlet Spider / Will Kaine (Harper) (Scarlet Spider/Kaine Parker (Mvl) and Red Arrow/Will Harper and Red Arrow/Emiko Queen (DC)): Will is also from the Amalgam Earth-2. Over there, it turned out that JLA member Canary was the estranged daughter of Cadmus leader, and former WWII hero, Tom Harper/Guardian Angel. There was a bit of a sandal when the heroine fell pregnant, not knowing which of her teammates the father was seeing as she was still in a love triangle with Hawkeye and Goliath; unfortunately she lost the baby. Tom Harper kept the fetal remains though, hoping to recreate his lost grandchild in some capacity, as well as to keep the stem cells on hand should his health begin to start failing him. Will was the result of one round of cloning tests; Cadmus wanted to test the hyper growth serum on mostly human cells before they dared attempt it on some more inhuman ones. Finding out about his origins, Will grew angry and resentful towards his entire family, and attacked them. He apparently was present when Cadmus' portal generators had their meltdown, as he too also wound up on Earth-1. He took up a vigilante/mercenary lifestyle under the codename Scarlet Spider.

Detective Venom / Renard "Flash" Thompson (Agent Venom/Flash Thompson (Mvl) and The Question/Renee Montoya (DC): Flash was a member of the NYSCU. After one encounter with Bizarnage, several team members were potentially infected; those affected, Flash included, were treated as assumed protected against the symbiote's infection. Sometime later though, Flash's behaviors started to become erratic and his anger issues started to magnify, so he was discharged from the NYSCU. He managed to land a job as a police officer, but the problems just continued. At some point he met Will Kaine, and the two developed a relationship; at the same time, he had run ins with the vigilante Scarlet Spider, and since the masked man wasn't seemingly superpowered, he was dubbed a police matter more than a NYSCU one. During one major fire fight, under heavy stress, Flash was able to manifest a symbiote suit that mimicked his old NYSCU armor, which eerily resembled the Bizarnage entity. His symbiote though appears to be non-sentient...for now.

Detective Venom's name and designs are subject to change because i'm not fully sold on it, though i'm kinda happy with the origins since he is semi-canon up to a point...but yeah i got my ScarletVenom i wanted lol. and again, we've got the plotlines about Laura being Dark Claw and keeping that up, X-Squad as a whole, and now the TVA/Monitors coming to try to eliminate the Earth-2 folks stuck on Earth-1, so Carice, Karen, and Will will all soon be meeting up (and Flash will be indignant with Will about "you're from another universe AND the vigilante i've been trying to catch?? what else are you hiding huh?")

[lostonehero]

I dunno I'm gonna keep going with this

YouTube Scooped Michael

Micheal sighs as he turns his camera on, he wasn't ready for a livestream. He's been at this for well over a decade now, and well, he guessed he had a following more, so it was people telling him to drop the so-called zombie act.

He shrugs as he focuses on the camera. "Hey, everyone, it's me, Michael, with another video. So everyone has been spamming me with these comments about how I should take off this costume. First, the only costume part is the wig I have sewn into my scalp, and maybe the zipper in my chest cavity, so I have extra storage." He pauses.

"Look, if you guys want, I can do a livestream, but really? I don't know what I would even do. Uncle Henry is busy, and I mean, I can only do so many makeup tutorials.... I don't really play video games. I wasn't really into them growing up."

He sighs. "Alright, fine, next week, Friday when I don't have work at the library. Then can we finally put these? I'm wearing costume theories to rest. I know I'm a walking corpse already, but like we were talking about quantum theory and the whole stop pretending you're a zombie bit is getting old."

He pulls out a mirror. "Now that's taken care of, I'm gonna show you guys how to go from purple to flesh."

.....

Maybe he should start adding ads to his videos. The extra money could help Henry out with his plans... right, that's dumb he is the founder of Freddie's he has more money, and then he knows what to do with. He sighs, adjusting the mask over his mouth and nose. Henry might visit soon, so that means he might actually need to get food in his apartment.

He puts the apple he was holding down and sighs, seeing an advertisement for a future Freddie's mall that's in the works. Dear Dead, dad works fast. He rolls his one eye as he heads towards the cleaning products. It is getting warming, so he will have to worry about mold soon. At least the bugs stopped his rotting flesh, which is like leather now in a sense.

He stops picking up a container of bleach to two teenagers stating at him. "Uh, can I help you?" He frowns he always hated his accent reminded him of William.

"You're still in costume?" One says. Micheal can't tell if they are a boy or a girl, nor does he really care.

"Costume?" Micheal parrots back as a question.

"You're from YouTube, and we've been following you." The other teen speaks up, staring holes into Micheal.

"I don't think my following is big enough to be recognized." To be fair to Micheal, he has never checked his subscriber count.

"That's not a costume." The first one spoke again.

"No?" Micheal shrugs and goes back to the cleaning products.

"Can we get a picture?"

"Yeah, this is really cool."

Micheal, in his social ineptitude, just stares blankly and mutely nods. He watches she two run off giggling. What happened to the days of people screaming in fear of his disgusting form.

Eh, whatever, he had to go back to shopping. What else did he need? Ah, new brushes his are falling apart. Oh, and gloves, he needed a better variety.

Pushing that experience out of his mind, he continues his shopping.

[arminsumi]

📮 REQUEST RULE REMINDERS

just want to make a reminder on my request rules/guidelines but pls read this post in fullness! tysm

. . . request rules and guidelines

— I write requests leisurely.

— Do not exceed 250 words; please try make it as short as you can

— I do not write long fics/oneshots/multi-chapter fics on demand. Please refrain from requesting these. That includes asking for continuations of the same request.

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— DO NOT SPAM my inbox, especially not with prompts and the same character repeatedly

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— Banned; anything depraved/weird/generally fucked up, monster sex, noncon, cnc, SA, drugging, pet play, water sports, costume dressup/particular roleplays

[delightfuldevin]

I want to be upset about more legendary spam, but like, the Sugar Swan has been around for soooo long and they’re finally doing something with her!! That’s pretty big, probably one of the most anticipated legends ever!! She was the one who created Wind Archer!! I think she’s described as the guardian of the world, so she’s on the same level as Millennial Tree!! This doesn’t seem to be related to Gingerbrave’s story, but I’d like to think maybe it’ll tie in somehow since she’s so important?

At this point though, it feels like Devsis just wanted to fill in the gap between Lotus’s buff and Sugar Swan’s release with another legend and that’s why we got Abyss Monarch. Like, I still stand by what I said about Abyss Monarch being too underwhelming to be a legend, especially when there’s a billion water themed legends already. They aren’t special at all. Maybe I’d feel different if they weren’t water themed or if they released at a different time, but Idk. Between Lotus’s buff continuing the game’s main story and Sugar Swan being a super old and lore rich character making a comeback, Abyss Monarch just feels so out of place and tacked on. Like a Super Epic rarity from Kingdom (though I’m hoping they don’t bring that to Ovenbreak, as a new Cookie class is kinda annoying hdcbjsbcjd).

Like, I want Devsis to understand that if there was no legend between Lotus and Sugar Swan, that would’ve been fine. It’s better to have fewer legends who contribute more than more of them just for the sake of it. Of course people love legends anyway, so everyone will still like Monarch regardless, but I definitely feel like they aren’t of the same… quality(?) as the other legends.

Anyway no more complaining, time for more positivity ndnmcdbd. I am SOOO ready for Moon Rabbit’s buff why did it take them this long aaaaaaaaaaaa;; I was mad when Yakgwa Village was first introduced and she wasn’t buffed, then it returned and she still wasn’t buffed, but hey better late than never even though it feels a little out of place for this update (it’s probably because autumn just started so she gets an autumn costume even if it’s not related to the update). Moon Rabbit my dearly beloved,, Can’t wait for her title to put on my display!!

Also “Its wakey time swan” is such a silly coupon code hdnvjsdbcjdcsn