#i also keep wearing the risky ring

[bhaalsdeepbat]

We did House of Hope on Tactician last night. Everything went swell, it wad a 5v1 with an almost dead Raphael, but I forgot that Gale was concentrating on Haste when I used call lightning.

The fucking sequence of events the moment Astarion and Tav were Lethargic ☠️ I just hear Spite go "And there goes Hope" because Hope fucking DIED and then Raphael immediately took out Tav and Astarion.

Like things went south SO quick. We had to reset ☠️ but got that level up and I changed Haste to something else because I decided I cannot be trusted with Haste.

[lcvemiyuki]

"close to his heart" | hinata, hq

𓂃𓂃𓂃𓊝 ࿐𓂃𓂃𓂃

content: you attend an intense and crucial match for the jackals and discover a certain wing spiker wears his promise ring in secret to give him good luck during a game

warnings: fluff, established relationship, timeskip!msby hinata

character(s): hinata

word count: 590

a/n: i saw a fanart of this exact scenario and just HAD to write something about it because ughhhhhhh. like that was me fr in the stands. (if i find out who the artist is i will add it in the future!). also, i know jewelry is prohibited to wear during matches, i don’t know what the protocols are, but for the sake of this writing lets just pretend if anything🤗

art creds: @/sunfluff on ig @/ah_e0k on twt (inspired this scenario)

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

'wham!'

the ball ricocheted off the ground, sending the crowd into a frenzied uproar.

the match was a nail-biter, with each team clinging to the game with pure willpower. the players' shoes squeaked in protest against the polished floor; their faces glistened with the sheen of sweat, a tangible testament to their craving for victory.

in the midst of all this, you knew that every match held a special significance for the orange-haired decoy—every single point, every last serve, it all mattered.

as the jackals were nearing the final set of the match, it was apparent that hinata was exhausted, his energy nearly depleted. but adrenaline forced his legs to move just a bit longer, his thigh muscles searing and flexing with every strenuous movement.

all of his senses were heightened.

he became intensely aware of a certain necklace he had tucked under his jersey as well.

the realization of its presence served to slow his fast-beating heart just enough to keep him grounded.

the closest, tangible thing to him wasn't his teammates or the high-speed ball whirling toward him. 

it was you.

wearing his promise to you on a silver chain around his neck was a risky move, but it was the only thing that seemed to calm his nerves.

the game demanded his attention once again as the blond setter lofted a perfect set in his direction. with a sudden burst of renewed energy, hinata leaped for the quick attack, his hand connecting with the ball with infallible precision and force.

the resulting smack echoed ominously through the gym. before anyone could fully comprehend what had happened, the match was over.

the crowd was only a few seconds late in reacting, their cheers filling the stadium as the realization dawned. the shrill sound of the whistle signaled the winning point, initiating a wave of exhilaration that swept through the stands.

"yeah!" hinata yelled, triumphantly balling a fist into the air. his teammates, brimming with uncontained excitement, rushed over with their hands delivering congratulatory slaps on his back.

as the match drew to a close, you finally allowed yourself to release the breath you'd been holding. next to you, the younger, orange-haired girl—her face glowing with pride for her older brother—jumped up and down with joy.

both of you were clad in jackal merch, his number visible on your jerseys. despite blending in with the sea of fans, a pair of keen eyes found you anyway.

after sharing a celebratory hug with natsu, you turned your gaze back down the stadium. you were searching for the mvp of the night—only to find that he was already staring up at you.

at that moment, the deafening noise levels of the stadium seemed to fade into insignificance. it felt as if only you two were there— as if, he was telepathically communicating with you. a loving smile spread across his face as his hand reached for his neck. slowly, he removed the skin-toned bandages to reveal the shiny, silver-chained necklace and his promise ring to you dangling on it.

you gasped, the sound getting caught in your throat and leaving you speechless.

"he was wearing his ring this whole time?" your fingers immediately touch your own, fiddling with it.

as if he could read your mind, hinata’s smile grew larger. he brought the silver ring to his lips in a tender gesture—a small peck that resonated in your heart.

this ring was his good luck charm, the one thing he wanted close to his heart. and for that, he was willing to break a few rules.

𓇼𓆉𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆉𓇼

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[eufezco]

sister's fiance!Joel x reader

smut ! i've not written a single thing for three months so sorry if this is really bad

You promised yourself it wouldn't happen again but it felt dirty just the way you both looked at each other.

The first time it happened was one night you visited their house hoping to find your sister, but she was still at work. Joel insisted on you waiting for her and told you he didn't mind adding a plate to the table for you. You thanked him deeply and asked for Sarah. You were kinda close with her since you sometimes helped her with homework and looked after her when your sister and her dad went out. Unfortunately, Joel told you Sarah was out for the night as he poured you some wine, so it was just you and him in the house. And thank god because your moans were loud, and your sister would have freaked out watching the scene, as well as Joel helping you to jump on the table and the red wine being spilled on her new white carpet.

The following times were purely lustful. Your sister only crossed your mind when you watched her eyes glowing as she looked at Joel. Not even when you were lying in her bed with her fiancé on top of you and their photos on the bedside table looking directly at you. But as the wedding date kept getting closer, the feeling of regret began to haunt you. But then his strong hands were on your body again, and his lips devoured your neck, and you could hear your sister's car pull into the garage as Joel fucked faster into you with one of his hands around your neck as he mumbled into your ear how he wanted you to hold his cum inside when you greeted your sister.

She loved how close you were with Joel. You were even closer to him than she knew, so close that his fingers caressed the inside of your thighs while you were at the table, a very risky move considering that your sister was sitting in front of you two, and then, minutes after, he was on his knees on the bathroom floor, eating you out under the floral skirt you were wearing as you tried to keep it quiet. Your sister truly did love you being close to Joel. She loved that you two could spend some time alone and that it would not be awkward. How was it gonna be awkward when he was shoving his cock down your throat and then bending you over the sink he came to your house to help you fix?

"You didn't open the door for me last night."

"I told you this can't go on, Joel."

He was standing behind you, with his hands in his pockets and his back leaning against one of the doors of the restrooms, as he looked carefully at your reflection in the mirror. Three days ago was his bachelor party. He told you that it was not going to be anything special, just a couple of drinks with his brother and some friends, and then he'd be home.

You didn't think he meant your home.

You hadn't seen each other since then. He has been busy with the wedding and you thought it would be best if you two stopped seeing each other as soon as possible.

"You've said that so many times it's meaningless at this point."

You softly shook your head in disagreement with his words. You shook your hands before grabbing a piece of paper to dry them off as you turned to face Joel. He had that devilish smirk on his lips.

"I'm being serious, Joel. I don't know what else you want from me. This has been fun but also wrong. You're marrying my sister in less than an hour yet you're here–”

"And that tells you nothing, huh?"

"Joel." You stopped him there. He was going to marry your sister. You didn't care if you had to disappear from the country or join a convent and become a nun, but he was going to put that ring on your sister's finger. With his hands still inside his pockets and his eyes locked on the floor, he approached you. Slowly walking and giving you enough time to try and escape him, but poor you. You ended up trapped in between the sink behind you and Joel's body.

"This dress looks amazing on you." You avoided eye contact with him. He played with the thin strap on your shoulder. He had you where he wanted, with no escape. "You know I helped your sister to choose it?" It was hard to breathe with him so close, and all that came through your nostrils was his intoxicating perfume. "All I could think about when she was showing me those stupid bridesmaids' dresses was how they would look on you, and I knew this would be the best one."

"Joel–" You let out his name in a sigh.

"And I was right because–fuck" Joel chuckled in mid-sentence. Before he could finish, your lips were already on his.

The kiss was messy, and you hesitated about where to place your hands; only two seemed too little for how much you needed to touch him. You tugged at the root of his hair, destroying the hairdresser's work, and then you moved them to squeeze both of his cheeks to deepen the kiss as much as possible. But your hands ended up focusing on taking off his suit jacket, and then your fingers skillfully started to unbutton his shirt. It was easy for Joel to slide your panties down your legs and turn you around to face the mirror.

You bent over the countertop, resting your entire upper body on it and making your ass fully at his disposal. Joel unzipped his pants and pulled down his underwear just enough to free his cock. One of his hands wrapped around his shaft, stroking himself as he let out a groan, and with his other hand, he caressed one of your ass cheeks. You spread your legs apart and Joel teased your wet hole with his tip before finally pushing himself inside of you.

You both let out a moan at the same time when Joel bottomed you. He pressed his chest against your back, his hips thrusting hard into you and his fingers digging into your skin there to keep you in place. You tried your best to quiet your moans, but there were times when you couldn't help but let out some whimpers and curses. Joel had to move one of his hands to wrap his fingers around your neck, not to choke you but to make you throw your head back.

"That should be you wearing the white dress. It should be you who—fuck, It should be you who I wait for at the altar." Joel groaned in your ear as his hips kept hammering into you. He hid his face in the crook of your neck, sucking on your sensitive skin there.

You would never tell him how much you liked hearing that, the reaction his words had on you, and the way you would have loved to tell him that you felt the same way. But he had a duty to your sister; you both had to make that sacrifice for all the damage you had caused her without her knowing it.

[coochiequeens]

I don't like conservative "news" media like fox and this site but no one else is talking about how surrogacy gives pedos access to kids.

The fertility industry is handing designer babies over to men with zero vetting or scrutiny of their mental fitness or criminal history.

By KATY FAUST

Surrogacy is risky for children. Not just the risk of a primal wound via intentional birth mother separation. Not just the risk of identity struggles if their genetic mother is purchased from a catalog. Not just the risk of mother-hunger if they are raised in a home absent maternal love. 

Surrogacy puts children at risk for the worst kinds of abuse. 

That became glaringly obvious last month when YouTubers Shane Dawson and partner Ryan Adams announced the birth of twin boys. Dawson’s long history of sexualizing children is well-known and well-documented. Evie magazine detailed concerning incidents including Dawson pretending to masturbate while watching 11-year-old Willow Smith’s music video, referring to a 6-year-old fan as “kind of sexy,” justifying pedophilia as a mere “fetish,” typing “naked baby” in a child pornography search and remarking that the returns were “sexy,” and proclaiming, “I would rape all of you” when viewing a series of photos featuring young girls wearing his merchandise.

In one show, he instructed a 12-year-old to eat a “cocktail weenie” with the recognition that child molesters comprise a significant portion of his audience. Dawson and Adam have another 10 embryos in frozen storage should they decide they want a few more children around the house.

We hope no harm comes to the boys to whom Dawson and Adams have been granted (via surrogacy contract) parental rights. But other surrogate-born children were not so fortunate.

Contrary to what you may think, surrogacy isn’t just about helping infertile couples have babies. When we look at how surrogacy is actually practiced and promoted, we see surrogacy isn’t about babies, it’s about on-demand, designer babies shipped worldwide. And sometimes, those babies are shipped directly to child abusers.

We don’t know the raw numbers because, unlike organ donation, the medical wing of #BigFertility requires no tracking or follow-up of those who avail themselves of their services. (Apparently, there’s more concern about the survival of a kidney than a child.) And unlike adoption, which heavily vets and screens prospective parents and monitors the child post-placement, surrogate-born children are not known to social workers and often disappear across international borders.

Even when safeguards are in place, predators often go to great lengths to acquire children to abuse. In 2022, the country was horrified by the story of a suburban pedophile ring set up by two married men who raped and pimped out their adopted sons. 

That children created by a fertility industry with no mechanism (and no desire) to scrutinize intended parents for things like mental fitness, criminal records, or predatory history end up in the homes of dangerous adults should surprise no one.

Absent any kind of record-keeping or follow-up on these children, those of us who reject surrogacy on the grounds that it violates the rights of children, must piece together the risks when stories of child victimization emerge. 

These 5 Pedophiles Mail-Ordered Babies

Psychiatrist Jo Erik Brøyn held a high position in Norwegian social services responsible for child protection and was involved in several high-profile cases of child removal. He also acquired two boys through an Indian surrogate. In 2018, police discovered 20 years’ worth of child pornography in his possession — more than 20,000 images and 4,000 hours of videos — depicting child sexual abuse including “boys masturbating each other, fixed/sexualized violence against children, anal sex by men with boys or oral sex of children (including toddlers) on grown men.” He was sentenced to less than two years in prison. Some sources report that the boys have been returned to his care.

An unnamed German pedophile hired a Russian surrogate for €60,000 who birthed the baby in Greece. He then flew the child back to Germany. In 2020, a regional court found him guilty of child abuse and producing and possessing child pornography. His child was a subject of 16 of those cases between the ages of 2 and 3, and the defendant was in possession of 175,000 images of child pornography. He was sentenced to five years in prison. The child was removed from his custody. 

In 2013, Mark Newton and Peter Truong were convicted of subjecting their surrogate-born son to “the worst [pedophile] rings … if not the worst ring I’ve ever heard of,” according to one investigator. After paying a Russian surrogate $8,000 to carry the child, the pair began to violate the boy as a newborn.

“The abuse began just days after his birth and over six years the couple traveled the world, offering him up for sex with at least eight men, recording the abuse and uploading the footage to an international syndicate known as the Boy Lovers Network.” Police believe the pair created the boy through surrogacy “for the sole purpose of exploitation.” The child was removed from their custody, and the men are serving decades-long sentences.

During the height of the Indian surrogacy boom, it was revealed that an Israeli sex offender had procured a little girl via surrogacy. Had #BigFertility had any kind of vetting in place or required fingerprinting or simply character references, it would likely have been discovered that the man had spent 18 months in jail for sexually abusing young children under his supervision. The discovery shocked authorities in both India and Israel, but because they couldn’t prove that abuse had yet taken place, there was no ground to remove the girl from his custody. It did however validate India’s decision to ban single men and gay couples, who composed 30-50 percent of intended parents, from the Indian surrogacy market.

In 2014, intended parents Wendy and David Farnell commissioned twin surrogate children in Thailand, then a global hotspot for surrogacy. The little girl, Pipah, was healthy, but the little boy, Gammy, had serious medical issues as well as Down Syndrome. A scandal erupted when the couple took the little girl back to Australia but abandoned Gammy to be raised by the Thai surrogate.

It was then discovered that David had been jailed in the late 1990s for sexually molesting two girls under the age of 10, and was charged, convicted, and sentenced again in 1998 on six counts of indecently dealing with a child under the age of 13. When his criminal record was revealed and investigated, a judge determined there was “a low risk of harm if Pipah stays in that home,” and she remained in the care of Wendy and David until his death in 2020. The “Baby Gammy” case was one of several scandals that prompted the Thai government to ban commercial surrogacy altogether. 

Many of the above cases are older, the results of contracts that were drawn up when surrogacy was less common. Since then, the surrogacy industry has grown exponentially with a projected 1,000 percent increase by 2032. In addition, there are entire organizations devoted to delivering custom-ordered babies to men, none of which will have to submit to background checks or fingerprinting. So expect more cases of surrogate-born child exploitation in the coming years. 

Whether or not the child ends up abused, whether it’s paid or altruistic, whether it’s traditional or gestational, and regardless of the intended parent’s household composition, surrogacy always violates the rights of the child. It is not a problem that can be solved through regulation. The only way to protect children is to ban surrogacy worldwide.

[lazybutsmexy]

"V"

Alejandro Vargas x reader (GN)

Warning: pure tooth rotting fluff, pillow talk with Alejandro, marriage talk, very fluffy, you're both very smitten with each other

Word count: 1012

On AO3

A/N: I may have humbled him before but I still love him very much 🫶♥️

•~•~•~•

"What about rings?"

His voice was rough and whispered, like the rumble of a distant thunder. It vibrated in his chest, where you rested your cheek, and it kept you warm. It was a quiet night for once, yet neither of you could sleep. 

Los Vaqueros had made an important effort since Valeria was detained, and managed to take control of most of Las Almas now that most of the cartel's groups were headless. Little by little, Las Almas recovered, and many civilians that had left the city because of the cartel's activities, came back to help rebuild. Los Vaqueros became a symbol of hope and stubbornness; they wouldn't give in to the cartel so easily. 

It gave you hope as well. Maybe the day when you and Alejandro would finally be able to start your own families in a much safer Las Almas wasn't so far away. And this hope led to more frequent talks about the future - talks that had been shushed or postponed many times. Now, it felt safe to talk. 

"In this economy?" You quipped and he chuckled lowly, his fingers never stopping their ministrations on your naked back. Your arm rested on his stomach, enjoying the rise and fall whenever he took a breath. You both knew that in this line of work, moments like these were hard to come by. So you were both taking your time, enjoying each other as long as you were both still conscious. 

He tenderly took your hand and placed a kiss on your ring finger. "You know very well that I'd go to hell itself just to get the perfect ring for mi amor," you stared at him with a dopey grin at his words, knowing he meant every word. Honestly, this man could wrap a twig around your finger and call it a day, you would still be head over heels for him. But he was a passionate man, everything he wanted to do, he did it with his whole heart and soul. 

"Mi Alejandro," you cooed, turning your hand to cup his cheek and stroke it tenderly, "las cosas que me dices…" 

Alejandro grinned and brought you impossibly closer to him, his legs tangled with yours and he leaned down, pressing your foreheads together. He thanked the darkness in the room for hiding his blushing face, although you could feel the warmth under your hand. Hearing you calling him yours never failed to make him giddy - he wanted to be yours completely, not only in words, but also have that stupid little paper that said you were married. 

"Yo tenía otra idea," you continue, your thumb stroking his cheekbone and then slowly moving  down his jaw and neck, until it rested on his chest, right above his thundering heart, "we can definitely have the rings for the ceremony, but it would be dangerous on the job, no?" 

Alejandro hummed and pursued his lips, his hand finding a home on your waist as he traced little shapes on your skin. Of course he knew that wearing rings while on the job would be risky - he wouldn't wear his unless he was off-duty. However, he had a small wish in the back of his heart that you wouldn't want to continue being a soldier once Las Almas was freed from the cartel and you both got married. He knew better than that, of course. You were just as passionate as him, and you loved Las Almas just as he did, even though you weren't born there. He just wanted to keep you away from harm, and once you officially - and legally - became part of his family, you would become a target, not just for the soldier you were anymore, but because you would be his most loved one.

"So," you continue, completely unaware of the lagoon in his mind, "maybe we could get matching tattoos," he blinked at you and your grin grew, you have obviously thought about this before, "something small, something that carries a lot of meaning for the both of us, and we can keep it hidden from those we don't want to know."

"... You know that I would gladly get your name tattooed across my chest if you asked me to, no?," he mumbled against your lips, and nearly swallowed the giggle that escaped you.

"Es neta, Ale!," you chuckled against his lips before giving him a short kiss. You pulled back with a grin and enjoyed the little whine that escaped him when you did, "I even thought of what we should get tattooed."

"Eh?," He nuzzled your cheek, his arms fully encircling your body and flushing you to him, "and what is that, mi vida?"

"'V', solo eso," you grinned and kissed his cheek, "it can mean a lot of things, like vitalidad, valentía…"

Alejandro smiled and nuzzled your shoulder with a hum, "...valor, visión…" 

You smiled as he caught on, and pulled back to cup his face and kiss his forehead, "Vida," his nose, "Vaqueros," and finally you spoke against his lips, "Vargas." 

A chill ran down his entire body, as it suddenly dawned on him that you were openly telling him you wanted his name on your skin. Alejandro knew he could be a bit possessive, but the sole thought of his initials on your skin opened a door to a whole new world of feelings. 

You let out a breathy laugh, quite proud of yourself for delivering the punchline so successfully. You didn't know how to admit to him that you had wanted this from the moment you both shared your first kiss. Now that you had thrown caution off the window, and you were drunk in love and affection, and drowning in the arms of the man you loved so much, you finally spoke your desires, and he had listened. 

Alejandro's smile grew impossibly wider as he pulled you into a searing kiss, tears stinging his eyes as he moaned your name.

"...ay, mi amor," he groaned, finally pulling back and staring into your eyes, "las cosas que me dices…"

[dark-frosted-heart]

My Beloved Villain Who Swept Me Away - Roger Barel

As usual can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this

Male customer: Two beers and…any food you recommend?

Kate: How about a cottage pie? Fresh out of the oven.

Male customer: Then I’ll take two

Kate: Got it, coming right up!

I take the order to the counter. Meanwhile, business is booming as customers keep coming.

(Today’s December 31st. Since it’s the night of the last day of the year, a lot of people are going out to drink and ring in the new year)

While thinking about it, I was about to serve some new customers when—

Roger: Little lady…?

—I bumped into Roger who just entered the tavern.

Kate: Welcome, Roger.

Roger: Welcome…Did you quit being a fairy tale writer and get a job at a tavern?

Kate: No, I didn’t quit. I’m just working here for the day.

~~ Flashback ~~

It happened in the afternoon as I was on my way back from a mission after parting ways with Alfons and Elbert.

I saw a thin man getting beaten up near a bar.

(Hey, stop it…! Is there anyone around to help…)

I looked around, but everyone who passed turned a blind eye and continued on their way.

(The police are too far…I’ll have to intervene…!)

Kate: Hold it! Why are you doing this? He’s not even resisting…

Bartender: It’s his fault. He didn’t have any money but ordered all the pricey food and drinks.

(Meaning he tried to dine and dash? But to resort to violence…)

Skinny man: …

While the bartender and I were talking, the man took the chance to run off and disappear into the crowd.

Bartender: Ah, damn it! He ran away! It’s all because of you…

Kate: S-sorry…

Bartender: No use apologizing… Right, that’s it, you’ll work in his place to pay back all he ate and drank. 

~~ End flashback ~~

Kate: …So I had to work to make up for all the food and drink the guy had without paying.

Roger: That sucks to hear. But also, didn’t somethin’ like this happen to you before you joined Crown?

Kate: Now that you mention it…yeah.

Roger: Human habits never change…Well, good luck.

Roger patted my head as if he was praising his pet dog.

After talking with Roger, I was busy with customers after customers.

As midnight approached, I thought I’d have time to take a break as things started to calm down, but then, one by one, customers started to offer me a drink.

(I can’t refuse if they’re buying me a drink…)

As I continued to drink what was served to me, I was getting tipsy and my thoughts gradually became fuzzy.

(I need to get it together, I’m still in the middle of working…)

As I continued serving the customers while keeping myself motivated, a male customer put money down before me.

Male customer with a protruding belly: -buy you. Is this enough?

(...? My head’s cloudy. What did he say…)

(If he’s handing me money…Is he paying his bill…?)

I nodded and was going to take his money.

—But then an arm around pulled me away

Kate: Ro…ger…?

Roger: Sorry. I had my eye on this one for a while now. Not gonna hand her over.

As he said that to the customer, Roger put more than twice the amount of money on the table.

(Had his eye…What is he talking…)

Male customer with a protruding belly: Isn’t it first come, first serve?

Roger: Not if you pay more? Besides…You should feel ashamed for trying to buy such a fine woman with that measly amount, don’t you think?

Roger glanced at the money the man put down and smirked as he said “measly”.

Male customer with a protruding belly: …Don’t fuck with me!

The customer, face flushed with anger, raises his fist at Roger.

However, Roger nonchalantly dodged the fist with ease.

Roger: Oops, that was dangerous. Well, can’t blame me for defendin’ myself then. Little lady, take care of this for me.  

Roger handed me his glasses.

Roger: My vision’s blurry and I can’t make out the little lady’s face clearly, but… It’s risky to wear glasses when you’re about to get in a fight.

(Huh…? Fight? Why’re you starting a fight…?)

I tried to stop Roger, but I was too drunk and unsteady to do anything.

On top of that, the other customers in the tavern were getting rowdy because of the fight, livening up the place.

(At least…I hop Roger doesn’t get seriously injured)

That’s what I wished for with my blurred consciousness as I held onto his glasses.

–

Kate: Nn…

Jolting movement woke me up and I found myself being carried in Roger’s arms.

I was greeted by Roger without his glasses up close and my eyes widened unconsciously.

Roger: Mornin’ little lady. Was it comfortable sleeping in my arms? Also…I’d appreciate it if you gave back what’s in your hands soon.

That’s when I realized that I’d been holding onto Roger’s glasses this whole time.

Kate: S-sorry…

I wiped his lenses with a handkerchief and returned his glasses. He accepted it with his arms down.

Kate: Um…by the way, why am I here…? I was working at the tavern for the day…

Roger: You got drunk and passed out. Couldn’t work anymore so I brought you here. And…did you know that at night, the women who work at the tavern sell their bodies?

Kate: Huh?! I didn’t know… Ah…! Then, when that customer wanted to give me money, he wanted to buy me?!

Roger: Yep. Right after gettin’ you drunk and impaired. The tavern gets a cut so even if they don’t know what’s going on, no one’s gonna stop it.

Kate: You saved me, Roger…Thank you so much.

If it weren’t for Roger, I would’ve been bought by a complete stranger. I shuddered at the thought.

Roger: Haha, saved you? Do I look like a good guy to you, little lady? According to the rules, I bought you for a day.

For you, who you spend the night with switched from that guy to me.

Kate: Huh…

Roger: You’re mine ‘til the date changes… So, what should we do? I know a lot of places to rest around here.

Kate: W-wait a minute, Roger! I’ll pay you back! So…

Roger: Want me to let you go? Don’t wanna. I’m not the kind of guy to change my mind once it’s set on something. I’ve earned the right to do what I want with you so why’d I let you go?

Kate: …You don’t have to do this…you always do whatever you want anyway!

Roger: That’s not a nice thing to say. You make me sound like a bad guy.

Kate: I mean it…

Roger: Harsh. It’s usually just a kiss (greeting), isn’t it? So I thought we’d go a little further today.

Ah, the year’s almost over.

Kate: Is it that time already…?

Roger: Can’t you hear from her? People are counting down everywhere.

(That’s right. Roger’s cursed ability lets him hear sounds from far away…)

Kate: You got a nice countdown, Roger…

Roger: You wanna do it too, little lady? Then you’ll have to do it with me.

Kate: Eh…

Roger: Come on, we’re running out of time. 10, 9, 8, 7…

Roger started counting down and I hurriedly joined in.

Roger and Kate: 6, 5, 4…

(Ah-)

With three seconds to go, Roger put his hand on my cheek.

Based on previous experience, it was obvious what he was going to do and I had time to run away. However-

Roger: 3, 2, 1…

The moment the countdown ended, I stayed still and our lips pressed together.

(Until the date changes…I can’t turn Roger down because he bought me)

(That’s it…so…)

Before long, our lips parted with the sound of the loudest fireworks ringing in the new year.

Roger: Happy New Year, little lady. Have a great year, won’t you…?

Kate: You too…

It was frustrating to see Roger smile as if the kiss was nothing.

To Roger, a kiss was just a greeting, but to me, it was something much more special.

Roger: So, are you gonna let me touch you more? Or not?

Kate: The date’s changed so you can’t do whatever you want anymore!

Roger: Damn, you’re pretty headstrong, little lady. I spent a lot on you.

Roger’s hand lets go of my chin with that snide remark.

(They say that “actions speak louder than words”)

(He plays with me, but I don’t think Roger actually has any sort of attachment to me…)

The moment I thought that, I felt a pain spread in my chest. From anger at being played with…probably.

Roger: Well, that’s fine. You’ll stay like that the whole year too. The more defiant and competitive you are, the more I get to discipline you.

Kate: There’s no need for disciplining…!

Whenever I’m with him, I’m always the one getting pushed around.

(This year…I’d like to leave at least a little mark on Roger’s heart)

[onlyyvette]

TF NSFW Headcanons #1 - Prowl

Warnings: sub/bottom Prowl + other various cybertronians + free use + implied public sex + manhandling/groping kink + heavy size kink + heavy degradation + rough sex + exhibitionism + very detailed description of a robot that transforms into a police car

A/N: This might seem ooc, but I headcanon Prowl to be an absolute freak in the sheets and is the main reason why I say fuck the cops

Also, yay, first fic in the series!!!

-> Frame Prowl has a gorgeous frame. Prowl may be cold-constructed, but Primus must have blessed him himself. Maybe it's the Praxian in him, but his frame is absolutely sinful, his huge bumper bouncing every step he makes, his headlights gleaming. His small waist widens out to strong hips, his thigh nicely shaped. Prowl's door wings flutter involuntarily nearly all the time when he's agitated, making it a little hard for his crewmates to not stare at them.

Prowl's valve and spike are standard size for his frame. He actually modded his spike to be more plain and uninteresting to really bring attention to his valve. Despite his valve being of normal size, it's fucking mesmerizing. his valve lips are a dark gray, with small lines of blue biolights. His node is a dark red color, and is a bit oversized. Prowl has a piercing valve, a gold bar going through his node. Whenever he's feeling risky, he wears his valve lip piercings and gets off to the feeling his panel grinding them into his valve when he's sitting down. The only modding he's done on his valve was to make his valve callipers tighten much more than needed whenever a mech first enters, causing them to have to ram their spike into Prowl's valve so it'll open up. And of course, Prowl overloads from the rough treatment.

-> Free-Use Prowl is notorious for being an uptight and cold mech, and he knows it. It even turns him on more knowing that multiple mechs could never imagine the Prowl loves to be treated as shareware . His favorite fantasy is of back when the war was still active, and the autobots were beginning to lose terribly to the decepticons. To boost morale, Prowl would offer himself up for a program; A free interface program where whenever an autobot would want to blow off some steam, Prowl would offer his valve up anonymously for that mech to use to their pleasure. He self services to the idea of every mech lining up to get a taste of his tight valve, imagining how they would be caught off guard by the feeling of his valve rings and how damn tight he is. No one will know that it was Prowl's valve they were fragging but the idea of them finding out makes him shiver. Thinking of them discreetly slapping his aft as he walks past them, asking Prowl if he's willing to frag again...

-> Groping/Manhandling Prowl knows his body is hot, and he knows everyone around him knows too. He loves when his partners hands roam all over his body, groping his bumper, especially his headlights. He lets out low, sultry moans as he's fondled in every visible part of his body and lets out high pitched whines when his partners find small bundles of wiring under his plating and pull on them. Whenever he self-services, Prowl loves to watch himself in the mirror as his servos roam around his body, rubbing his bumper hood, groping his headlights as his servos go lower to his array. Watching himself tug on the piercings in his valve, especially the bar piercing his node while his other servo traces circles onto his headlight turns him on so much that he can sometimes lose himself in the sensations, his eyes glazing over as he fondles himself and brings himself closer and closer to his overload.

-> Size Kink Prowl is alright with taking a spike his size, but he loves heavy trucks or tanks because of how easily they ruin his insides. Prowl wants to feel the spike in him rub all the nodes in his valve, to take up all the space there is so that he can feel so full. The feeling makes him feel so giddy that he struggles to keep himself from drooling and giggling a bit once such a huge spike is fully seated inside of him. Once that spike begins to move, good luck trying to keep Prowl quiet because he can get a little empty in the processor when a huge spike is ramming his insides, causing him to care less about his surroundings.

-> Heavy Degradation Prowl absolutely loves to be have degrading and humiliating words thrown at him. He especially loves when his partners humiliate him about the filthy things he enjoys during interface. "This spike of yours is useless. Good thing you're only made to take a good spiking like a good piece of shareware," "I bet you don't care whether you get transfluid in your intake or your valve since it doesn't matter for a spike-hungry slut like you," "Is it really this easy it is to frag you Commander Prowl? It's a surprise your valve isn't all sloppy and loose all the time." All these harsh words will easily have Prowl overloading so hard as the insults keep echoing in his processor, reminding Prowl of how much of a desperate whore he is.

-> Rough Sex Considering all the other kinks that are on the list, it's no surprise that Prowl loves a rough fragging. He doesn't really enjoy slow and gentle interfacing with his partners, it's something he would only enjoy with a dedicated lover. He prefers his partners to be rough though, for them to bite him, spanking his aft or valve, choke him, almost anything is on the table. His doorwings are no exception. Grabbing them will have Prowl whimpering and like putty in his partner's hands. When it comes to Prowl's piercings, he'll be pouting if his partner didn't touch them. Rubbing relentlessly at Prowl's node while pressing down on his piercing or tugging on the rings piercing his valve while eating him out brings him his overload so quickly as he begs you to be even rougher. And the feeling of his partner grabbing him by the helm, pushing it down onto a table while they bully his legs open? It might make him reconsider flipping tables if this is what they could be used for.

[marlynnofmany]

Going the Extra Mile/s

There wasn’t a spare seat in the cockpit today, but I lingered in the doorway because I wanted to get a look at the giant migrating beasties that made the locals retreat underground for “cave season.” They were just as huge as expected.

“Well, this is definitely the right area,” Kavlae said as she adjusted the magnification on the secondary viewscreen. Gargantuan creatures like rhinos with too many legs ambled across a dusty alien landscape, easily big enough to crush our little courier ship underfoot. Kavlae zoomed in for a close look with her head fins flaring in curiosity.

I watched from the doorway, just as curious. These would make an interesting hazard. If the medicine we were delivering wasn’t so important, the captain might have passed on the job. But those people in the cave system were suffering an outbreak of something, and both their need and their payment were high. Besides, we shouldn’t have to get too close to danger. Someone was going to meet us and take the medicine back to the caves.

“What’s that?” Captain Sunlight said urgently. She pointed with a a yellow-scaled hand. “By the little one that’s bouncing around.”

Kavlae refocused the screen while Wio steered the ship, blue-ringed tentacles growing tense on the controls.

I edged forward for a better view. The remnants of something broken and mechanical filled the screen. When I saw handlebars, I frowned. “Is that a hoverbike?”

At the same time, Captain Sunlight asked, “Where’s the driver?”

Kavlae refocused and searched the area. Wio brought us in to where we could just see the herd on the main screen, but kept a safe distance. Yup, that wreckage was near the landing pad with the ramp down into the canyon. The missing driver was our contact. Not good.

“There! Closer!”

“Looks in rough shape,” Kavlae said. “Wish we had bio-scanners.”

I stood behind the captain’s chair, taking in the sight of the unmoving pile of clothes and fur. “Should I go tell Eggskin to grab a medical kit?”

“I’ll set an alert,” said Captain Sunlight.

Wio passed her the microphone for the comms without a word, already clicking switches anxiously.

I stood there with nothing to do while the captain announced to the whole ship that priorities had changed. The crates in the cargo bay would have to wait while we made an urgent rescue of the person waiting for them.

“…And we’d best be quick, because he may have been kicked by the megafauna, and they’re still in range. Eggskin, meet me at the cargo door.” She clicked off, handed it back, then directed Wio to land but hold the engines ready.

“I’ll keep watch,” Kavlae said. “That baby is probably the one that did it. The adults look too calm.”

“Call if there’s danger,” Captain Sunlight told her, hopping down and trotting toward the door.

I followed on my long human legs. “I’ll get an exo suit and go with Eggskin,” I volunteered. “I don’t know this species, but I might be able to help.” Veterinarian training, I’d learned, was more useful in space than a regular humans-only medical degree. It’s that familiarity with a wide range of body types that does it.

“Good,” said the captain, hurrying along. “Be quick with the suit.”

We arrived at the cargo bay, and I did my best to wriggle into my exo suit before she finished explaining the situation to the many worried faces. They were all wearing suits already.

Not because of environment, but because of contagion. This delivery was risky on more than one level.

“I have scanners and stabilizers,” said Eggskin. “Just say the word.” While there weren’t usually many injuries delivering cargo, and the good doctor spent more time preparing meals as the good cook, they were the acknowledged expert on medical care for sentient species. They were also a Heatseeker like the captain, just with scales colored a pale yellow-green and the full name “Skin of the Egg that is Translucent and Ready to Hatch.”

I’d realized privately that those scales were the color of fresh boogers, but I wasn’t about to say so out loud.

“Everybody suited?” asked Captain Sunlight, her lizardy face looking out of her visor.

“Ready,” I said. The rest of the room agreed.

“Eggskin, Robin, and Blip into the airlock,” the captain directed, hitting the controls. “Take the small sled, and get him back inside quickly. Stay in the airlock while we scan for contagion.”

“Got it.” We did as directed: one human, one small lizardy person, and one big fin-covered sea monster type person ready for action with an empty hoversled. This was not what I expected today’s delivery to involve.

The outer door opened to a bright, sunny desert, with giant creatures in the background and an injured local on the dirt ahead of us. Wio had parked close. Good.

Eggskin took the lead, rushing over with scanner in hand to check for life. I followed, moving to the other side while Blip pulled the hoversled into stretcher position. The guy on the ground was curled halfway into the fetal position, covered in red dust like he’d tumbled quite a ways after being kicked. It was hard to make out the species. Kinda mousy, about Heatseeker size.

“He’s alive,” Eggskin reported. “Impact injuries; unconscious; fixable. Be careful of his head.”

Blip and I worked together to lift him onto the hoversled. He didn’t weigh much, but he was limp and barely breathing. I cradled his head carefully.

A growing earthquake made me look up just as the ship’s loudspeaker said, “Incoming! Get onboard now!”

An excitable young rhinocipede the size of a motel was barreling toward us. We pushed the sled and ran.

When the door slammed, I felt the ship take off in a way we were usually insulated from when riding properly inside the ship. It was almost enough inertia to knock me off my feet, but not quite. Eggskin leaned against the wall and Blip took a better stance.

The guy on the sled wheezed.

“Scanning,” said the captain’s voice on the loudspeaker. The ship leveled out abruptly. “Okay, he’s safe; bring him inside.” The inside of the airlock opened up to a double row of concerned crewmates, leaving space for Eggskin to take the guy to our little medbay. I assumed someone had moved the spare chairs out of it already.

While we got him in there and onto the bed, everyone else took turns worrying and cleaning up the trail of dust. Blip put the sled away. I got to be medical assistant.

“It’s mostly broken ribs and a concussion,” Eggskin told me while they moved the various medical machinery into position. “Very lucky he didn’t puncture a lung. See if you can wet-wipe some of that dust off his face, will you? Don’t want him sneezing right now, or getting a scratched cornea.”

I did what I could to help, though the medbay really was top notch, despite being no bigger than the average bathroom. Soon enough the mousy little fellow was stabilized and healing, still unconscious but with less dust in his fur. He looked kind of like a chipmunk, though with long legs like a jackrabbit, or maybe a jerboa. No idea what the species name was.

That didn’t matter. The fact that he and his bike were out of commission did.

“How do we make the delivery?” I asked the captain where she stood outside the medbay, surrounded by others. Eggskin was keeping an eye on the patient behind me.

“That’s the problem for certain,” she said, starting to pace. “I’ve contacted their communications hub, but things are more dire than they let on before. Long story, but they just don’t have another driver they can send.”

Zhee’s opinionated bug eyes appeared over Blip’s shoulder. “So let’s just fly closer,” he said. “Lower it from the cliff edge.”

Captain Sunlight shook her head. Kavlae beat her to the answer. “The animals will swat us out of the sky,” she said. “It’s been tried before. And there are local laws about harassing the things to get them to move. It’ll just end in a panic dance that crushes the canyon wall.”

“And gets us sued,” Captain Sunlight put in.

Paint put up a hand like a child, though a scaly orange one. “Why can’t we send our own vehicle down the canyon? I suppose it’s too narrow for the car, but what about the bike?”

Captain Sunlight turned to the toothpaste-green tentacle alien behind her. “Mimi, do you want to tell us why we can’t use our hoverbike?”

Mimi threw his tentacles in the air. His deep voice was exasperated when he said, “I already apologized for using the parts without asking! The rusted thing is falling apart anyway, and we never use it! The ship needed exactly that part!”

The captain sighed. “Yes, I’m sure it made sense at the time. But that puts us in a bad position now. Someone’s going to have to go on foot.”

Mur wove his own tentacles together at floor level. “Will that be fast enough? This is a rush order.”

Captain Sunlight spread her hands. “It will have to be,” she said. “There are no other options.”

Paint looked around. “So who’s fastest? Trrili?”

The terrifying black-and-red insectlike form standing in the back shook her head. “Short distances yes; long runs no.”

Zhee nodded. “Long runs are for herd animals.”

“Well, we don’t have any of those,” said Captain Sunlight. “Who’s got good endurance?”

At the chorus of nos, I had a dawning realization about my various crewmates. None of their species ran marathons.

“Let me do it,” I said quickly. “I can do the Balto run.”

“Balto run?” asked Captain Sunlight.

“Hero from my planet. One of several, really. But it was even a medicine delivery a lot like this one! But through the snow, not a desert. Anyway.” I stood up straight. “I volunteer.”

“Good enough for me,” said the captain. “Let’s get the crates strapped onto a sled. I had hoped to send two people, since this is too important to risk on a random stumble, but…”

“Someone could ride on the sled,” I said, starting to smile. “It won’t make it any harder to pull. And they can help hit the bumpers so it doesn’t bonk into the canyon walls.”

Paint’s hand shot up. “Ooh! Me!”

Captain Sunlight pointed at her. “You’re it. Both of you get ready in five, with a day’s worth of the food and water of your choice.”

“Will it take that long?” I asked, hoping my shoes were up to the task without any horrible blistering.

“That depends on you,” said the captain. “Scoot.”

I scooted. This was exciting.

In five minutes, I was ready with a bag of supplies to be strapped to the sled in easy reach, and my most comfortable clothes. I’d gone to the bathroom and stretched. Paint was similarly ready, though without the stretching.

“Let’s gooo!” she said from atop the hoversled, where she had a cushion and handholds on the front crate. Also an exo suit.

I wasn’t wild about wearing mine for this whole jaunt, but it was surprisingly flexible as these things go, and it promised to keep my air fresh and oxygenated.

“Is your pocket communicator charged and functioning?” asked Captain Sunlight.

“Yup. Double-checked.”

“Then I wish you the best of luck.” She stood back with a two-handed alien salute, and everyone cheered while we waited for the airlock to cycle.

“Is this just like your hero?” Paint asked me.

“Surprisingly yes,” I said, giving the harness an exploratory tug. “Glad I’ve got real food instead of dog treats, though.”

“Huh?”

“Balto was a dog.”

The airlock opened with a bang — somebody should oil that — and we were off down the ramp at my best pace, with dramatic fanfare behind. The sled was easy to pull, thanks to good ol’ hover tech, and the bumpers would make sure it didn’t glide forward to knock me off my feet. Plus Paint was ready to help steer it as needed.

The sun was bright, but the dusty wind slid right off my suit. The giant stompy beasties were far enough away and not looking. The ramp down into the canyon had a decent grip, and despite the history of water carving the canyon, there was only an easily-avoided stream at the bottom.

“We’re probably lucky this is the dry season,” I called up to Paint, not out of breath yet. “I bet the river gets big when it rains.”

“Save your breath for running!” Paint laughed.

“Yeah, okay,” I said. “But eventually I’ll want to walk for a bit, and then it’s time for space shanties.”

I managed to keep up the pace for longer than I’d expected; yay me; then downgraded to a long-legged stride that I could keep up indefinitely. Well, close enough to indefinitely. My legs were probably going to be sore, but that was nothing to complain about. Blisters were more annoying.

Paint was keeping an eye on the narrow strip of sky far above, to make sure no hazards approached. “Do you think singing will attract their attention?”

“Oh. Good point,” I said. I walked in silence for a moment.

“What if you sing quietly?” Paint asked.

“Yeah, and Kavlae has probably got us in sight anyway. They’ll call us if they see a problem.” I thought for a moment. “I don’t know any songs about delivering medicine, so here’s one about food and drink.” I launched into The Wellerman, appreciating how my voice bounced off the canyon walls.

The trip passed quickly. I alternated between jogging and walking, occasionally taking sips of water and bites of energy bars. Paint made for good company. She had a pretty good singing voice too, and shared some great kids’ songs from her childhood, which I was going to be sure to get written down later. Especially the one about counting scales and losing count.

It had been about three hours when my phone beeped for attention. I slowed my current jog to a walk again and pulled it out. My heart rate kicked a little faster from concern. “Hello?”

“You’re almost there,” said the captain.

“What?? Already?”

“‘Already,’ she says.” Captain Sunlight sounded like she was rolling her eyes to whoever else was listening. “Anyone else would have dropped from exhaustion.”

“After only three hours?” I asked. “I used to go on casual hikes every weekend that were longer than this!”

Indistinct sounds made it through the communicator. “Impressive,” Captain Sunlight said. “At any rate, prepare yourselves to greet the outpost soon. I’ve told them to expect you.”

“Well all right, then,” I said. “Thanks.”

The captain clicked off, and I put away the phone. I heard Paint rustling snack bags as she tidied up.

The canyon ahead was a long straight patch, with a corner at the end that I suspected would put us into view of the outpost.

“Ready to run?” I asked Paint.

A container snapped shut. “Ready!”

“Onward!” I charged ahead, pulling a sled full of life-saving medicine on the easiest death-defying run I’d ever been on.

~~~

The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book.

More to come!

[abellaheart-blog]

Lord Jesus you gotta give me a piece of this. Bella, what are the sluttiest and most perverted things the bucci gang members have ever done? (i.e: public masterbashawn, etc) Headcanons pls

Omg thank you for this ask 😩😩😩💓 sorry it took me a while to get to. You’re in for it now because I have so many headcanons. Everyone prepare themselves because I’m about to turn up the heat 🔥

Important Note: I didn’t add Abbacchio because I don’t see him that way. I did add Trish Una because she’s part of the gang in my book and she’s my wife. Also characters are all aged up

Bucci gang Most Perverted Secrets & Sluttiest Actions

Headcanons 🔞 NSFW

Fugo Panacotta

Fugo Panacotta

He’s shy and awkward but look how sexy and attractive he is. He’s also gentlemanly too. He’s definitely got people chasing him.

That being said I think the most shameless and sluttiest action he’s ever done was sleep with someone he’s tutored. I feel it in my gut. He’s definitely done it.

He doesn’t teach piano lessons anymore due to the reason above

I think he has a collection of sex toys too. Cock rings, dildos, and some other ones that go into some crazy kinks. He reveals it to whoever his bedroom partner is

He’s totally checked out sexy nerds and flirted in hopes of eventually hooking up

Look at that suit and tell me he doesn’t want to draw some attention. Real talk, I’m sure he showed off the hickeys without realizing it. He gets embarrassed about it. He’ll ignore it and go to a restaurant like that without a care in the world after he gets over the embarrassment

Fugo doesn’t care if his thong is showing. It’s obvious he’s wearing one. It’s gotten him plenty of attention. He bought his from an expensive online store. They’re either black, red, or purple. Narancia and the others get grossed out. Especially Mista and Abbacchio.

He watches porn with student and teacher scenarios. He also watches sexy librarians masturbate. However he watches these at libraries in private areas.

He carries strawberry flavored lube

He’s had sex with an enemy once but it was hate sex. He only did it because they were coming onto him and he was horny, wanting to blow steam

Fugo masturbates in the morning sometimes thinking about this one hot professor he used to have a crush on. She was beautiful and wore clothing flattering to her figure. Someone he hooked up with left their undergarments behind that happened to be the same type as said professor. He keeps it somewhere secret

Guido Mista

The sluttiest out of the entire gang. We don’t slut shame, we slut appreciate Mista ❤️❤️❤️

This man is such a huge flirt he’s always having one night stands when he goes out at night.

One time during a mission he hooked up with a girl and got into the back of her car with her. Giorno and Narancia caught him and dragged his ass back to the mission. Narancia jabbed him in the stomach and Giorno gave him a hard time since their mission was important.

Mista has woken up between two girls in his bed and did not remember the night before. This has happened multiple times.

He keeps a condom in one of his boots most of the time, depends on how risky the mission is

He masturbates in the shower because he’s too lazy to clean up his room if he makes a mess.

He doesn’t care where he’s at if he’s having car sex. The most public places being at club parking lots, movie theater parking lots, and fast food parking lots but in those cases it has to be at night since he doesn’t want kids seeing

He’s masturbated at Lebeccios restaurant before. It was in the restroom of course

He’s been in an orgy on rare occasions

He’s definitely sneaked peeks at women if he gets the chance. Like he’s a bit of a pervert and if he likes what he sees he’s staring. He will think about them when he’s masturbating without a doubt

Mista has most definitely slept with the enemy if they were sexy and hot. He feels no shame.

Mista wears men’s thongs too, he don’t care who see’s. He’s too confident

Bruno Bucciarati

Bruno is pretty popular and sometimes he uses it to his advantage to get a hookup. Even if it ends up with him paying for a hotel.

Bruno likes guiding the hand of the person he’s flirting with to his chest then unzips his top to show off the rest of the lace downwards..

He has had sex in an alley multiple times. He gets away with it because of his stand

He has used his zipper abilities to snatch the panties of the person he hooked up with. He feels very lucky if it was lingerie or lacy.

Bruno is a panty sniffer

Bruno masturabates with said panties

He has had sex at clubs and parking lots before

Bruno likes wearing different lace under his outfits because he looks forward to the reaction of any bedroom partners

He has a modest collection of dildos he doesn’t want anyone knowing about

Trish Una

She has slept with rich boys on multiple occasions. They have to really impress her for her to be interested. She keeps their numbers in her diary for whenever she’s in the mood. A sort of list if you will

She has a similar list for women too

She loves putting on a show for whoever she’s flirting with at the club

She has worn lingerie and angel wings as a costume. She totally did it to get a hook up

Trish will only have sex in the back of limos and sports cars but she does make acceptions to luxurious cars as well

She’ll wear one bra size down and panty size smaller because one, it makes her feel sexy and two, sometimes she has a dildo in her. She goes into public with it secretly on because it gets her going. When she’s close she’ll masturabate in the dressing rooms or restrooms of nice restaurants.

She has masturbated in the dressing room of Victoria’s Secret multiple times

She likes huge designer bags because there’s room for a few sex toys.

She likes hello kitty or other Sanrio character sex toys

All her sex toys are pink, including the fuzzy handcuffs she uses on her partners

Giorno Giovanna

He has had sex in hotels during the day on multiple occasions, with the window open

He has masturbed with his window open before without a care in the world (RIP his fan girls/fanboys)

He’s had handjobs at restaurants underneath the table during a date. He’s good at hiding it but he’ll “cough” sometimes.

Giorno has had sex under a bridge before, it was at night time

He has had hickeys revealed thanks to his boob window and doesn’t care who see’s

Giorno likes going to the beach and having fun in the changing tents if they caught his interest

He likes using his stand to create flowers with aphrodisiac affects for himself or his partners

Sometimes Giorno has hidden condoms or sex toys that are turned into one of his ladybug broaches

He sometimes accidentally gets glimpses of people fucking in alleys when he’s used his tree growing ability to go onto roofs. If it catches his interest or he’s feeling horny he’ll watch

When he wakes up late next morning and he’s a disheveled mess he doesn’t care if he has to get to work like that. Messy braid, lip prints, scratches, or hickies? Oh well

Narancia Ghirga

He definitely has porn magazines under his bed

He has also hate fucked an enemy during a mission but unlike Fugo he’s done this multiple times. He hasn’t gotten caught thanks to his stand

He’s got one serious knife kink. He doesn’t need a sex toy he’s got a separate collection of pocket knives specifically for his knife kink

He’ll only masturbate if his tangerine, orange, or a lemonade scented wax warmer is on

He likes to masturbate in front of a mirror too but only the one in his room

He secretly wears thongs but unlike Fugo and Mista he is more decent about it. Narancia also wears leather undergarments hidden under that clothing too.

He’s gotten a BJ in a movie theater before

He’s also had sex in the bathroom stalls of a theater and in a janitor closet

Narancia’s magazine stash is dirty like he accidentally got some of them filthy, don’t touch them for your own sake

He has most definitely had sex in alleys before. He’s thankful his stand allows him to detect others but unlike Bruno he don’t care half the time unless it’s children or police.

Narancia has received blow jobs under tables at restaurants but he whimpers and begs for sex in his partners ear

His nudes were leaked thanks to a shitty ex of his. No one in the gang knows and he’s thankful for it

He gets turned on by the smell of coconut and mango

He once received nudes from a hook up and sexted. He keeps the photos in a special file

He perchased lingerie for a girl once and was sure to pick it up after ordering it online. Unbeknownst to her he masturbated with them before giving them to her. He couldn’t help himself he thought it looked sexy

[hirik0]

Back to you part 4

Makarov/Yuri

Yuri is scrolling, sets over sets of photos not sure which one to purchase. Would his lawyer tell him to not do this, absolutely, is he trying to use a loophole that he technically didn't comided a crime, debatable. There are so much easier ways to hack your ex, then to cat fish him, asking a crime lord to do the catfishing for you in exchange to work for said crime lord. He just needs to find a set of pictures of a person his ex totally would drop his pants for. He has already prepared a bunch of fake profiles for social media, hiden malware in a link he just needs a face. "Just choose one, this woman are all fucking atractive", Yuri tells himself he needs to gets everything ready before he leaves for the fight ring, using the whore card Makarov gave him. Three weeks ago he got a dubious packet with a venetian carnival mask to wear to the ring, to keep anonymity for the spectators. A bit risky in Yuris opinion but well it's not his fight ring and it looks like its running really good, that way. He spins the mask that will cover the uper half of his face in his hand, being nervous. Its a yester, with a black base colour with white details, on the top of the mask a yester hat in black and blue. He takes a deep breath before closing his eyes, moving his fingers over the screen. He stops his finger and open his eyes he choose a very generic looking blond woman, for the photos he will use. He looks through the set, it's a big one with a lot of pictures for many scenarios and even he is a bit scandalised by the lewed photos this profile is providing. Its perfect, matching the sexual preferences of his ex perfectly. He finishes his purchase and is setting up the phone with all the photos setting up the Instagram account with some of the tamer photos using some silly caption he is coping from accounts of real people using the all the hastags they are using. He then turns the phone of and puts it in a box. He needs to get ready to leave. He walks in his bedroom looking at the dark blue dress shirt that matches the mask with a dark pair of jeans. He is unsure if he looks like he just want to join the normal partielife of Saint Petersberg like this, but well he already knows that a sertain dress up is expected at the main ring. A modern version of bread and circus like in ancient Rome, he already is working with someone in Makarovs organisation he just dont know whom, but this person is one of his best buyers so that hopefully will improve his chances to join. He walks back into the living room, looking at the box the masked arrived for the first time since he took the mask out, looking for any hints, to identify his contact or atleast not getting caught of guard at the ring. He nearly misses that fake bottom the box has only catching it, because he shaked the box and hearing something move in the box. He needed the help of a knife to get the fake bottom out. Seeing a now familiar card. A entry card for the ring on folded a piece of paper. This is the confirmation that the mask was not send to him with Makarovs knowledge, this could be a good or a bad thing, but now he dont have to use the whore card at least. He looks at the card noticing it's a bit different then the one he already has, like its to be expected by cards that Makarov hands out personally, wich means who ever controls the card upon entry likely also knows that Makarovs card is given to prostitutes and any woman he will fuck, Yuri feels anger heating up his face. Fuck his it's only a whore card if you give it back bullshit, fucking liar, he will keep the card. Next he opens the paper, reading the instructions.

Wait outsite at 19:35, wear something nice, I think I can introduce you to some people for buisness at the ring.

Z

Yuri checks the time its 18:50. More time for him to overthink everything and be nervous. He assumes Z is his contact in the organisation, but who is Z and what are his goals? Nothing is for free in the world of crime and having nothing to work with makes him feel uneasy. He paces from the couch to the kitchen an back for 15 minutes. Using his outdated knowledge about the Russian organised crime. Still around 30 minutes till he has to be outside.

How did the person even figured out where he lives? When he goes to the ring with somebody will he even be able to talk with Makarov. He sits down on the couch bouncing his legs, waiting sucks. He decides to play a stupid mobile game to pass the time, before he carelessly lets it drop on the couch to get ready. Like the last time he don't takes his phone with him, only money, his keys, cigarette, lighter, the card and the mask. He puts a jacket on, to hide the mask in a pocked on the inside where he also puts the card. He's getting picked up, nothing unusual people get picked up all the time, he calms himself down while walking down the stairs. He dont has to wait for long before a black limousine is holding infornt of him. He takes one deep breath before opening the back door and entering the car. "Ah the Magpie, nice to finally having a face to the name." Yuri is greated by a man, Victor Zakhaev. "Mister Zakheav" Yuri greats back, after closing the door. He thought about a lot of people that sent him the mask, but non of was a direct rival of Makarov. He is in deep shit, but its to late by now they are already driving towards the ring. "Didn't know the ring is that popular that even rivals attend." Yuri atmids having to suppress the urge to bounce his legs again. "Oh, some of the fighters are mine, you know it's like our own boxing league ", Zakheav explains bored, looking Yuri up and down, Yuri nods along to what's said. A illegal 'boxing' league organised by Saint Petersberg worst of the worst of society. "Do people die?", Yuri asks knowing 5 years ago that was forbidden. "Oh sometimes fighters die from internal injuries, but it's usally a accident. No direct deadly force allowed. You know its like the gladiators in ancient Rome in someway, popular fighters bring a lot of money if they die we lose it." Yuri nods again there is one question he has, how did Zakheav found him, he needs the answer but knows now is not the time, maybe on the way back. He should ask the answer can prevent from getting found by the police or worse. "You ever gone to on of the fights?" Zakheav asks intressted, very focused on Yuris body language. "I recently decided to stay in Saint Petersberg for a longer time, before that I lived here and there, so no", Yuri lies hoping the other don't catches it or if he does he is understanding enough to let him get away with it. "Really never the time to watch a fight?" Zakheav digs a bit deeper. "No, lived outside of Russia when the ring got really popular heard rumours for a long time but never intressted enough to go." This wasn't a lie because the ring only got popular 2 years ago. "I think you will enjoy it, ever meet Makarov before?" "I heared of him", Yuri lies pushing the thoughts of a half nacked Makarov down. "Of course hard to not hear about him." Yuri has the feeling Zakheav knows a bit more then he lets on, to Yuris displeasure. "For your own safety please stay close", Zakheav says before pulling out his mask. It is fully covering his face, with delicate blue drawings around the eyes, the same blue as Yuris mask so everyone will know he's here with Zahheav. Yuri also puts on his mask, not liking that he is that heavy associate with a direct rival of Makarov and that only half his face is covered but he assumes the full cover is reserved for VIPs.

They get in without anyone even asking for a card to enter and they are rather late, the ring that is in an abandoned public pool is already packed with masked people. Most of them like Yuri only wear one that is covering the uper half of the face, only a few he sees with a full face mask all of them with other colours. He will not find Makarov here, he has to hope Makarov finds him and even thats not ideal. They push themselves through the mass of people till they reach the VIP area, again nobody wants to see a card, the perks of being invited by one of the big names. They have a perfect view on the empty former pool from here, but Yuri is noticing the red and brown stains on the blue tiles. Somebody is walking towards them by the colour he's wearing he also belongs to Zakheavs men. "He's fighting to night, saw him earlier his absolute furious about something, it will be brutal to night. Excellent day to bring a guest." The men says before sitting next to Yuri. "Who?", Yuri asks having the feeling he asks the most dumbest question in this place. "The owner himself, Makarov."

Yuris mouth drops open at this at the same time he knows he will not be able to talk with his old friend. What a waste of his time, to come here. A woman in very short cloths is walking towards them and Yuri thinks its generous to even call it clothes. "What can I bring the gentlemen to drink?", the waitress asks them with a smile and Yuri is staring at her. "We take 3 whisky on the rock", Zakheav orders for them. The woman walks away and Yuri stars at her ass while she walks away. "The waitress are of limits, but there are plenty of whores here to fuck", Zakheav says to Yuri with a dirty smile. "Of course I was just looking", Yuri says and he was only looking, woman will never do it for him. "What happens if Makarov loses a fight?", Yuri asks intressted in the rules. "The person the fighters owns gets all the winning of Makarovs men", Zakheav explains exited, so today is a day one can make big money. "Can all bosses join the fighting?" "Few do and when only sending a substitute at most, Makarov is the only that is fighting himself." Yuri becomes the feeling he is uterly fucked, to come today to see a fight. "You ready to bet?" Zakheav men asks exited. "I wait till I get a feeling for the fighters", Yuri answers, he's so nervous he has to force himself to sit still and not throw up. Yuri looks around at masked faces see around 20 diffrent colors around ad still on spot in the VIP area is empty probably Makarovs place. His heart is beating heavily in his chest, he should be feel lucky that Makarov is not here but in the ring tonight, but somehow he has the feeling this is making everything worse. He should have come atleast with Milena even if she don't wears Makarovs colours she's a better option then fucking Victor Zakheav. A man with a blood red half mask is walking past them towards the empty spot, one of Makarovs men, Yuri assumes and his heart drops when he thinks he reconices the men. Andrei Nolan, if he reconises Yuri is fucked Makarov won't forgive him this. He should have ask Makarov if the mask is from him and not just assume it's from one of his men. Yuri turns away, his legs are itching now he absolutely has to supress all his tells to not get Andrei's attention.

The first rounds are starting and Yuri is getting more and more nervous about Makarov entering the ring, but also is picking up on the rules. Touching the wall means you lose, if you hit the ground you're out and the later you fight the harder it becomes because nobody care to remove the blood from the floor, causing a slipping hazard. He barely touches his drink in fear Makarov changes his mind about fighting today and shows up in the VIP area instead. "And now one the first of the most anticipated fights of the night Makarov vs Romanov", the announcers voice is coming out of the speaker. Yuri takes as sip of his drink keeping the liquid in his mouth the alcohol burning on his tounge before he swallows it when Makarov and his opponent enter the ring. This time way less tired Yuri even can see what the tattoos on Makarovs back are. The stars marking him as a thief's in law, the gigantic wolfs head that mark him as a leader, the church towers meaning he served prison time. Honestly seeing Makarov in the ring is even worse then waiting for his fight.

Makarov feels two eyes burning holes in his back and don't think much about it, a lot of people are trying to force him dead with starring. He needs to focus on the fight he can always send Andrei a message about this later. He and Romanov are circeling eachother waiting for the other to open their defence or slipping on a blood puddle, because the arena only gets cleaned after a rounds of fights are over. He is fuming today Captain Price shut down one of his operations before it even really began what must mean there is a mole in his organisation. Romanov is lowering his arms just a tiny bit and its Makarovs opening, he uses a hard right jab hitting Romanovs shoulder and instantly has to duck his head so he dont gets a left hook in the face. It's frustrating Makarov that Romanov, the champion of green, the Petrovs, is his first fight. The two are each others biggest rival, with Romanov having the best defence of all fighters and him as one of the most aggressive attackers it usally comedown who has more nerves and he knows that he dont has the nerves right now. They circel each other again and Makarov again feels the eyes on him, sending a nice feeling down his spine, but he knows better then to look for the person. Makarov trys a bluff pretending to lower his guard and Romanov is actually falling for it. Trying to use a left hook that Makarov can easy block and conter with cross, hearing the crunch when he hits the nose of his opponent, feeling the blood running over his fingers. Looks like Romanov is also not in the best head space to night and Makarov will use it to his advantage. They throw some punches that are either evated or blocked, nothing really happening but Makarov smelled blood now, literally and he gets a hook against his oponends left kidney, was it a dirty move sure but they were allowed. Romanov is stumbeling back nearly slipped on the wet tiles, using his arms to get balance back and Makarov hits him straight against the chin. Romanov falls back, hitting his head heavily against one of the walls, meaning he's out for tonight.

When Makarov is back in the fighters area Andrei is coming towards him, looking grim. He holds out a phone to Makarov with the table of Zakheav he is frowning. So Zakheav brought a guest he dont understand what the problem is with this, till Andrei shows him a video of said guest. The chewing of the bottom lip and the tapping of the foot, he would reconices this tales of a very nervous Yuri everywhere. His mood is getting worse, looks like he has to viste Yuri tonight, because what the actual fuck does he thinks he is doing. Yuri knows the moment Andrei is moving away he's fucked, he tried, he really tried to not be to invested in Makarovs fight, looked not even at the fight, but at a wall the whole time. His lower lip is bleeding from him chewing it to much and halfway through the fight he could not stop tapping his leg and he felt Andrei's eyes burning a hole in the side of his head, but he dont have to much time to worry for now because as Zakheav said in the note he has some people to introduce to Yuri. So Yuri try to ignore the stone in his stomach and be a professional and make some work deals, while he still can.

[gerardwaysrats]

ALL OF MY EMO ALTERNATIVE TRANS MALE FTM PASSING ADVICE

hair

let it grow at the back down your neck, makes neck appear thicker / conceals slimness / skinniness of neck. dont make it too roundly shaped or short at the back, let it go down your neck a bit and make sure its straight.

face

fluff ya brows with a toothbrush and pencil / brush up your facial hair. (really rub most the pencil off or youll look strange, just keep it there very faded to darken the hair) use a damp toothbrush to pull hair down and make shitty sideburns. make sure eyeshadow / liner is not thick on the edges and is mainly done underneath / on top lid, could make u look like u have a more prominent browbone probably

neck

bandanas can cover up slimness of your neck along with hair. hoodies with the hoods pulled up can also work good 

shoulders

taking a hoodie and pulling the hood forwards towards your chest from the back will make your shoulders look bigger, you can also use things to stuff your shoulders 

chest

loose shirts do the trick. a hoodie half-unzipped can also work

arms

fitting, but thick bracelets make wrist appear larger. around elbow height cut shirt sleeves are great aswell

hands

fingerless gloves, especially knitted ones, can make your hand look bigger, also remember boys paint their nails. its fine. weve been doing that forever 

waist / hip

take an undershirt and roll / bunch it up until it reaches your waist then grab it at the back and tie it up to keep it there. minimises curves and hides chest. take a looser shirt and tuck it in slightly at the sides to make your hips narrower and pull it and tie it at the back towards the bottom for even more hip hiding. tuck in the shirt ponytail into the back and boom

if you have sensory issues with layers like i do then make the undershirt a normal one and the top shirt a very loose, thin baggy shirt you can hardly feel it

legs

straight leg jeans are great, skinny jeans are alright but boys ones are always a better choice, *slightly* flared boys jeans are good

feet

the slightly flared jeans make your ankles look a little bigger and thus less dainty. you can also let your jeans sag a little at the bottom 

height

wear fluffy socks with shoes cause they make u taller or stuff like another sock or whatever there to make ya taller

piercings

ear piercings are good but not dangly. nose rings are kind of risky, some lip piercings are a no but definetly snake / spider bites are ok, and ear piercings are fine if theyre studs, sleepers, plugs etc

extra

do what makes you euphoric, i draw lip rings on myself cause they make me feel like frank iero and it helps and yaaa

if u wanna know anything else just ask

[neraiutsuze]

boy i love it when a battle comes together in a narratively perfect way

sixth or seventh try at the cazador battle. for once instead of opening with a call lightning, he decides to open with a blight and insta-kill my bard, who normally starts by dimension-dooring to free astarion. this means that things get perilously close to popping off ascension-wise before jaheira and shadowheart can get her back up and a Daylight off. this kind of sets the tone for the battle, which goes Badly for almost the whole time. it hits the point where both my bard and shadowheart are just spamming Mass Cure Wounds and Mass Healing Word to keep people on their feet.

however. eventually astarion gets in perfect postion to break out the scroll of disintegrate right at cazador. who fails the save. and finally takes a proper hit to his ridiculous HP pool. he then pitches a fit and runs right at astarion to try and fuck him up, but the healing from the ladies keeps him on his feet - and then cazador was in perfect 'astarion has a scroll of Sunbeam' range. he did also hit ryse with it because i didn't realise she was in range. it's fine. she gets it. she's cast fireball on herself to get enemies before now. that put him on his last legs.

and then astarion'd taken a potion of speed before, so he had another attack - and he was wearing the risky ring, so he had sneak attack from the advantage.

get fucked, cazador.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

I was rereading Man size, and it got me thinking about Sarah's parents.

I know they like Simon, so how would they react to finding out that they got married (technically behind their back)?

Or when they find out they have a child.

Heyy! How lovely to hear that you wished to reread it 🩷💗🩷

And oh yeah I wouldn't be surprised if they got a little upset when they found out. Actually, it’s Sarah who can't keep the news to herself. She goes and shows the pics from their honeymoon when her parents don't notice right away that they've been wearing rings for a while now. She expects congratulations, but they only stare at her and Simon (who gets extremely uncomfortable) in shock... and Sarah hurries to explain that they wanted to have a private ceremony and that she hopes everyone will respect this decision.

Simon thinks about how to cheer them up, whether he should tell them how beautiful Sarah looked that day and that he's a lucky man... Then decides to stay quiet because he fears it would only rub salt in the wounds. I imagine Simon in particular being very embarrassed that it had to be this way, especially when her parents don't know that nothing's actually official.

When the realization kicks in, they are beyond happy – their daughter is married to a man they respect and admire greatly. Then the fussing starts: they want to buy them a late wedding present. What will it be, what do they want? Another holiday somewhere, do they need something in their house? And let's celebrate this right now! They try to take them out for dinner or have a little celebration at home (Simon suggests they do the latter, then tries to help prepare the food. Poor man feels so guilty.) Sarah's father whips out his best cognac and then they demand to see those wedding/honeymoon pics again and tell them everything about their adventures in Italy.

And the kid 🩷! They will surely tell her parents right after they get past the risky phase. 12 weeks, however, is a long time for Sarah who has ants in her pants again from having to keep such happy news a secret. When it’s finally safe to tell, I’m sure it’ll happen at one of those Sunday dinners where they can share the news face to face. Both her parents are moved to tears, especially her mum, who goes to hug Simon (just imagine him all flustered and uncomfortable and proud).

They offer their help right from the start and ask if they need anything (no, they don't because Simon already bought a ton of baby supplies and essentials and must-haves and even the stuff that isn't a must-have). They will also become a tad annoying, calling Sarah every other day, asking if everything's fine and if the pregnancy is going smoothly. Sarah is an only child, so they are absolutely stoked to become grandparents & see their first grandchild. ^^

[the-mad-closet]

Micphet A-Z please

Done deal!

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A - Aftercare

Prophet was in prison for going on six years, so sex is still very intense for him, especially since he's extremely new to the BSDM scene. Mick always makes sure to provide a lot of aftercare. And, of course, once he's back to himself, Prophet reciprocates. (Dom aftercare is IMPORTANT)

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B - Body part

Mick's a slut, he loves Prophet's cock, up his ass, in his hands, wherever. On himself, he likes his ass and wrists

Prophet likes Mick's eyes. Kind of has to be explained the question? Once he understands, Prophet will tell you that his favorite part of Mick's body is his hands and his hips.

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C - Cum

They both love it. Prophet likes it in him, Mick likes it in his mouth

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D - Dirty secret

Prophet sometimes wears a harness to work under his clothes. Mick likes wearing plugs

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E - Experience

Prophet's experience is limited almost entirely to the female sex. Mick has experience with both male and female lovers - and a lot of it

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F - Favorite position

Prophet likes being on his back because it's the most comfortable for his old man body. Mick likes to 69 it

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G - Goofy

Mick can be a little silly sometimes, but the games are off the moment they're in the bedroom. For Prophet, whose father was an absolute DICK, love is perceptional. If Mick starts joking in bed, Prophet's going to think Mick thinks love is a game. Prophet is also deadly serious in the bedroom

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H - Hair

Prophet is well groomed, it's a habit from prison. Mick is not, he trims up only when necessary

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I - Intimacy

Above all, in their relationship, Prophet and Mick are madly in love, and it shows in the bedroom, even when they're kinky with it

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J - Jack off

Mick will masturbate as often as he can, but Prophet isn't allowed to touch himself without Mick's permission, so Mick usually ends up doing it for him

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K - Kink

Prophet's into wax play, breath play, and sometimes pet play when the mood strikes

Mick likes seeing his subs blindfolded so they have to rely on him for guidance

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L - Location

Anywhere. These two can't keep their hands off each other for a second. Anywhere they're together and it's big enough to hide them - that's their favorite place

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M - Motivation

Mick does this thing with his tongue that really gets Prophet going, no matter where he puts his mouth on Prophet's body. On the other hand, Prophet done up nice in a suit (or maid outfit) is everything to Mick

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N - No

Prophet can't do handcuffs or orange jumpsuits. Mick doesn't like the cold or being forced to hold a position for a long time.

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O - Oral

Both love giving and receiving, but there's a reason Mick's favorite position is the 69 position lol

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P - Pace

Pacing can change multiple times in a night, hard and fast, short and sweet, short and fast, sweet and hard, it all just depends on what they're feeling.

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Q - Quickie

Prophet actually lives of quickies for a good while when he got out of prison. He hadn't been touched in several years and his wife left him while he was in prison. Mick provides said quickies and lives for them still

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R - Risk

Those boys are risky, for sure. They've done it in broom closets, over the desk, in the living room, in bathrooms, and once or twice while over at a friend's house. If they're out of sight, they're getting down and dirty

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S - Stamina

Prophet's done for quick, but he can go multiple rounds, Mick can also go multiple rounds. It's not uncommon for them to have sex five times a day (usually only once or twice via penetration, though)

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T - Toys

Mick has this thing about giving Prophet pleasure himself and Prophet doesn't like how fake and plastic most toys feels, so they have exactly one vibrator, a cock ring, and a cage

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U - Unfair

Prophet is a huge tease. That's actually how they got together. Prophet teased Mick until Mick finally got the hints he was trying to lay out. Mick is also a huge tease and very much likes to rile Prophet up before they go at it

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V - Volume

Mick isn't a sounds kinda person, he talks a lot though. Prophet had to work up to being a loud mouth, but once he's there, he never came back

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W - Wild card

Prophet likes it when Mick walks in and just takes him after a day where they've been apart

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X - X-ray

Mick is long and thick, Prophet is shorter, but also thick.

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Y - Yearning

Prophet's sex drive is high, but not long, Mick's sex drive is long, but not high. Together, they make a perfect pair!

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Z - Zzz

I know it's expected that Prophet would fall asleep first because he's the old man and he's sleepy a lot, but it's Mick that falls asleep first. Prophet's always got too much energy after sex to sleep, so he goes and works it out on the punching back and Mick enjoys the show until he falls asleep.

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@quburt

[darkx-the-dragon-kn1ght]

Chapter 8- Part 11

Mm, yes, these streets are made of street.

Alright, we’re at the south- do the slums start here? Doesn’t look much worse for wear compared to the rest of the ward. What’s this other sign say?

Another city reference- hm, interesting. There’s a building right there- is that anything?

Hm, no blue-haired folks around here, but there is a guy with a Lillipup- what’s that about?

Oh, they’re gonna fall into a chasm, aren’t they-

What does the receptionist have to say?

Well, given that the way to said Onyx Ward is broken up at the moment, I don’t think they’ll be able to stick to that routine. Heck, I don’t even think they’ll be able to do that even if Xera and the others deal with the plant problem. Sure, the plants will be gone, but the damage caused- including all the torn-up streets- will still be there, surely.

Anyways, nothing else over here, so let’s keep going south…

I want you.

So we keep going, until- I’m sorry, what is that?

You can’t just put a glowing yellow thing on top of a nearby building with no explanation! What is that? It looks…kinda like one of the corners of Arceus’s rings? What, did Arceus accidentally noclip through the map or something and now it’s just stuck?

Also, more street signs, welcome to Lilycove Street! Ironic that such a nice-looking city is the namesake of this street, because now it’s looking like we’re really in the slummy area.

Ah heck no, he’s trying to use Breeze against us! Welp, time for biology and Mother Nature to do its thing- time for snake to eat bird! (...snakes do eat birds, right-?)

Oh, that’s a little scary. No worries- we’ll just have to fight one evolved Pokémon with our own! …The one that isn’t weak to Flying-types, that is. Out goes Riptide!

He doesn’t have Ice Fang yet, sadly, but with Leer and Bite, the Pidgeotto still goes down soon enough.

Pidove, huh? Hm…the safest move might be to use Whiskers, or maybe Breeze, but…Prong does know an Electric-type move. I think we can be a little risky for this last Pokémon!

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[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1087: Ambushed (Super Smash Bros Ultimate X Kingdom Hearts)

5:56 p.m. Outside of Smash Mansion's Entrance......

A giant ring appears out of thin air in front of the Smash Mansion's doorway as it shows Dark Pit and Yoshi, who are both visibly injured and bruised, walking out with Kirby, Hades, and Sephiroth, with Pichu strapped onto his chest in a pouch, follows behind them as the ring goes back to it's original size.

Yoshi: Well. We just got our butts kicked out there.

Dark Pit: ('Tch') More like eviscerated. (Throws his Hands Out in Frustration) Who the hell would attack us out of NOWHERE in broad daylight like that!?

Hades: That's what ambushes would do to you, kiddos. You never know who or what would try to go out of their way to annihilate you in the worst way imaginable. (Puts on a Bit of an Evil Grin on his Face) That and how oh so easy the process in doing so truly is in concept

Kirby: (Already Has a Worried Look on his Face) Poyopoyo Poyopoyo.

Yoshi: Yeah, I still don't have a lick of clue who any of those guys were who attack us.

Sephiroth: Can't say I know for sure who the four masked figures are.....(Grabs his Chin While Thinking) But the one in the black cloak, with eye pitch does look somewhat familiar.....

Yoshi: (Turns to Sephiroth) Is he another one of your past enemies or something?

Sephiroth: Perhaps, but the memory escapes me at the moment. (Smirks a Little) But it was mild entertaining seeing him run away with his tail between his legs. (Looks Down at Pichu) Isn't that right, son?

Pichu: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) Pi Chu!~

Dark Pit: Well, whoever those bozos are, we're gonna get back at them one way or another. And we're keeping all of this to ourselves.

Yoshi: ('Sighs Heavily') I dunno, man....I'm all for going back for another round or a few as much as the next guy, but those guys were WAY too strong for our liking.....

Hades: Also, are you....(Raises an Eyebrow at Dark Pit) Absolutely sure about keeping this under wraps from everyone here? Especially from your MOTHERS of all people?

Kirby: (Starts Hugging Dark Pit's Leg in Plead) Poyopoyo Poyopoyo Poyo!

Dark Pit: (Kneels Down to Kirby's Level Before Wincing a Bit in Pain and Gently Rubbing the Top of his Head) Look, I know it's a dumb, risky move on my part, but it will only be until we find a way to beat those jerks in their own game. And besides, the moms aren't even close to being dine with their little shopping spree adventures. We have plenty of time to go in there, heal ourselves up, and act like none if this ever happe-

'GASSSSSPS'

The boys turns around to see the Certified Moms stare and drop their shopping bags in horror, at Yoshi and Pitto's bruised state as they immediately rushes over to them.

Peach: What HAPPENED to you two!?

Yoshi: (Raises an Eyebrow at Dark Pit Beside Him) You were saying?.....

Dark Pit: We uhh....(Immediately Gets Up From the Ground While Wincing Some More in Pain) Just....got into an accident is all.

Tifa: What kind of accident?

Dark Pit: We tripped. O-Off a few staircases or whatever! (Chuckles Awkwardly) Long fall too I'll tell ya what. (Quickly Nudge his Shoulder Onto Yoshi's Side)

Yoshi: (Winces a Bit in Pain Before Speaking Up) U-Uh Yeah! Yeah, it's true. The.....stairs made us trip and fall.

Sephiroth: Pichu and I saw it from our own eyes.(Closes his Eyes) It was tragic.

Pichu: (Closes his Eyes as Well) Pi.

Kirby: ('Sighs in Defeat') Poyo poyo......

Hades: ('Groans') For the love of- The boys here were ambushed earlier by a group of masked hooligans and some guy wearing an eye pitch.

Lea/Aqua: WHAT!?

Aqua: Luxu and the Foretellers did this to you!?

Dark Pit: (Slowly but Surely Turns to Hades With a Sharp Glare in his Eyes) What the HELL, HADES!?

Hades: Look, I was doing you two a favor! Besides, this is leagues better than lying to and trying to cover your wounds up at the very last second.

'GASPS'

Rosalina: (Covers her Mouth in Shock) Oh my god.......

Samus: (Glares at the Two Boys) You were about to keep this a secret from us!?

Yoshi: (Quickly Points the Blame at DP) It was his idea! I never WANTED to lie to anyone!

Dark Pit: (Turns to Yoshi Beside Him) You mother-

Yoshi: Look, I'm sorry alright! And as much as it pains me to say it, Hades is right! You and I both know that we're not any good at keeping any secrets hidden well for the life of us!

Dark Pit: I know that! I was just.....hoping it would last for....('Sigh') I dunno a few months or so?

Daisy: You were gonna to keep this from us for MONTHS!?

Dark Pit: (Turns Back to the Moms) I was thinking about it, okay!? I didn't know we were gonna get caught so soon! And maybe we would've gotten away with it if.....(Turns Right Back to.Hades With a Glare) SOMEONE didn't blurt everything out!

Hades: (Rolls his Eyes) Again, did you two a favor from making fools of yourselves, not like your already doing spendid job of doing that already.

Dark Pit: I'mma about show you who's a REAL fool in second if you don't-

Palutena: PITTO!

The loud, booming voice from the green haired goddess was more than enough to shut everyone up completely as she slowly, but very angrily approaches to her dark angel as the love of her life, Bayonetta, follows behind her, trying to calm her down but with little to no pervail.

It was no secret for Pitto that out of everyone in the Snash Family, Palutena is the last person you ever want to provoked, given that her title as goddess is not to be taken lightly by anyone. That and the powers she possesses are a lot more lethal than it ever was inside the tournament.

As the fellas, Hades especially, steps away from the potential conflict, Pitto turns away and closes his eyes expecting the worse, only to be greeted by a firm grasp on the shoulders. Once he slowly opens his eyes, he sees his mother on his knees, staring at him with tears falling down her cheeks as she tries her very hardest to keep it together, much to his genuine surprise.

Dark Pit: Mom...........

Bayonetta: (Kneels Down to Dark Pit as Well) Now Darling, why on earth would you try and keep this a secret from us?

Dark Pit: (Let's Out a Heavy Sigh Before Speaking) It was our fight. Or in our cases, an unexpected beat down...... And I just didn't want any of you to get involved or....waste your time worrying over us.

Bayonetta: And that's all well and good. But you and Yoshi know as well as I do that your mothers and I will always worry about you kids no matter what you do. And if this Luxu person really went out of his way to hurt you, then we must handle to the situation thoroughly and see it that him and his goons won't ever lay a finger on either of you again.

Peach: (Frowns Sadly) But we can't do that if you won't tell us what happened. (Tears Starts Falling Down From her Eyes as Well) Please.....

Pitto looks around see the rest of the moms staring at him and Yoshi with worry and sadness in each of their eyes as they patiently wait for him to give them details, even Kirby looking up and nodding at him to tell them everything.

Dark Pit: (Takes a Deep Breath Before Speaking) Okay. So.....Yoshi and I were in Twilight Town, right? And were walking around, eating Seasalt Ice Cream and whatnot. Then suddenly, that Luxu guy you mentioned, and his four goons came completely out of nowhere and started attacking us. So we fought back as hard as we could, but surprise-surprise, it didn't go all that well.

Flashback to The Streets of Twilight Town

'THUD THUD'

Dark Pit: (On the Ground in the Pain Along with Yoshi) Argh shit....(Turns to Yoshi) Hey, how are you holding up?

Yoshi: My arms and legs are starting worn-out on me as we speaking and I can't move without feeling immense pain. (Groans in Pain as He Rolls Overs and Starts Sitting Himself Up) See?

Dark Pit: (Tries Getting Himself Back Up on his Feet While Groaning in Pain as Well) Yeah. It's.....(Pushes his Back Forehead as He Winces) ('Crack') Bitch in a half. Did you call or text for back-up yet?

Yoshi: I texted someone, but....(Pulls Up his Now Broken Phone) My phone got busted up before i could even see who it was. (Phone Shatters into Pieces) What about you? You do have your phone on you, right?

Dark Pit: I......(Starts Looking Away a Bit) may or may not have it one me right now.....

Yoshi: (Gives Pitto a Deadpinned Look on his Face) Are you serious?

Dark Pit: ('Sigh') Yeah, I forgot to charge it up earlier today. But with message received, someone's bound to come here eventually. Assuming we don't die by then.........

????: Well, now!

Without warning, the four masked Keyblade wielders appears in front of the boys. One is wearing a unicorn, the second wearing a snake mask, third wearing a white tiger mask, and the last one, whom the boys had the second most trouble with, I'd wearing a bear mask. And their supposed leader appearing before them is none other than the one eyed snake himself, Luxu.

Luxu: (Puts on an Evil, Cocky Grin on his Face) You boys are having fun so far?

Yoshi: (Glares at Luxu) We're having a misery time actually!

Dark Pit: Why the fuck are you doing this!?

Luxu: Oh come now. There's no need for the hostility here.

Yoshi: You attacked us on broad daylight, out of nowhere, how ELSE are we supposed react to that!?

Luxu: Fair point. But in our defense though, we have a perfectly good reason in doing so.

Dark Pit: (Already Losing his Patience) Oh I wanna hear this...

Luxu: (Points at the Snake Masked Figure Beside Him) You see, Invi girl here have been dreaming of meeting and examining an actual angel from up close. So I told her about meeting you back at Firelocks's place a couple of months ago abd here we are. (Grabs his Chin While Taking a Look at the Dark Angel) Though, I don't think I remember seeing your hair and wings all that black.....

Dark Pit: That's because I'm not the angel you were looking for, genius. It was my brother Pit you saw.

Luxu: Ah-haaa!......Gotcha. So like, what? Are you his broody, inferior twin brother or something?

Dark Pit: You mean less obnoxious of the two? Then yes I am.

Back to the Present

Bayonetta: Pitto!

Dark Pit: What? He's annoying! Most of the times.

Isabelle: (Put her Hands on her Hips With a Motherly Glare in her Eyes) But he's also your brother.

Moms: Yeah!

Dark Pit: (Sighs While Rolling is Eyes) Look, I apologize for being rude. Now can I please continue?

Back to the Flashback

Yoshi: Okay, so why are after ME then?

Luxu: Oh that's simple. See, Lil' Gula here been wanting a pet for the longest time now, and when we spotted you walking around town, I told "Hey, there's a green talking dinosaur you can take home" and he stepped out of the portal quicker than any of us did.

Gula: I wanna talking dinosaur.

Luxu: See? He knows what he wants.

Yoshi: (Couldn't Believe What He is Hearing Right Now) You....(Starts Getting Back Up on his Feet) Heartlees- ('Crack') Ack!

Dark Pit: (Quickly Made his Way to Yoshi) Hey, you Good?

Yoshi: (Glares Harshly at Luxu and the Foretellers) As soon as we pummeled these twerps to the grovel, I will be.

Luxu: (Casually Shrugs) Sure! We're down to go a few more rounds. It'll might cost you your own lives though. So-

'Smack'

Before Luxu could finish talking, a chili dog flew in out of nowhere and hits his face.

Luxu: .........('Tongue Click') 'Kay. Was not expecting that of all things to hit me. (Licks a Chili Off From Side of his Lips a Little as He Tastes It) ('Mm') The chili's pretty good at least. (Notices Something Behind Pitto and Yoshi) Say, was that giant ring portal always there or-

Dreamland's savor, Kirby, jumps out of the dimension ring ready for action.

Kirby: Poyo!

Dark Pit/Yoshi: Kirby!?

Hades: (Walks Out of the Ring as Well) Annnnnnnnnnnd HADES!

Luxu: Wait. That's the Hades? You look a whole lot different than from what I've seen. Where's the blue fiery hair?

Hades: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) Bluey fire- Ohhhhh right. I forgot you have another version of me in your universe. I should really look up on that one of these days.....Anyways, we're here to take the boys back home now.

Luxu: (Starts Smirking Evilly) Or what? You're gonna fight us or something?

Hades: Oh not me. I just got back from getting my nails did for the month and I am not risking the chance of getting them broken. (Forms a Smirk of his Own on his Face) Buuuuut not to worry. Besides the pink puffball, you'll be fighting someone else to take my place in the meantime. Ohhhh Sephyyy!~

*Cue One Winged Angel (Advent Version)*

Another figure slowly walks out of the ring with long silver hair, wearing an all black attire, carrying a long sword and a Pichu on his chest pouch happily waving hello to everyone present. His presence alone may not effect the Foretellers in a way, but to Luxu however........it was stepping back into horrific nightmare he never thought he would ever return to after all these years. A nightmare that will continue to haunt him for the rest of his days.

Luxu: No.........No no no no no. Anyone but him......

Sephiroth: So.....these five will be our opponents for the time being?

Hades: Yep. The boys here is in rough shape, so it's gonna be a two-on-five fight. That won't be a problem for you, will it?

Sephiroth: (Forms a Small Smirk on his Face) ('Hmph') Please. (A Large Black Wing Emerges From his Back) This will hardly be a challenge.

Gula: So is he like a.....Half angel or something?

Invi: Fascinating.......

Ira: We must give it our all regardless of who this may be. Isn't that right, Luxu?

Luxu: .................................

Ira: (Turns to the Others Who Shrugs at Him Before Turning Back to his One Eyed Companion) Umm.....Luxu, is something the-

Luxu: Everyone retreat.

Luxu immediately summons a dark portal behind him, must to the Foretellers' confusion.

Gula: What.

Ira: Luxu, what are you-

Luxu: I'll explain everything along the way. Right now, we need to the get the hell on out of here before it's too late!

Aced: (Angrily Stomps the Ground) NONSENSE! We are Keyblade Masters! We do not run and cower from any-

Luxu: (Glares at the Bear Masked Figure) Look, I don't have the time or mentality to deal with your prideful bullshit today, Aced! So quit your yammering and get your ass into that portal before I drag you in there myself!! (Sprints Off to the Portal)

Aced: But-

Ira: (Place his Hand on Aced's Shoulder) Let's do what he says for now. There's no telling what this one winged angel figure is capable off.

The Foretellers did as Luxu commanded and retreat themselves back to their current headquarters with Aced giving Sephiroth one last glare before following behind them. It didn't take long for the portal itself gets smaller and smaller till it disappears completely.

Yoshi: ........Yeah, you better run.

Back to the Present. Again..........

Yoshi: And that's basically about it. They spotted us, beaten us to a pulp, and we would've been done for if Kirby, Hades, Pichu, and Sephiroth haven't stepped in at the last second.

Peach: And we couldn't be any.more happier. (Turns to the Four Beside Pitto and Yoshi) Thank you so much.

Kirby: (Smiles Sheepishly While Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth) Poyo~

Hades: Ah it's nothing. Though.....(Starts Smirking) If you really wanna thank me, you could reward me something valuabl-

Smaus: Don't push it.

Hades: (Sighs Whille Rolling his Eyes) Nevermind. I'll treat myself to a vuctory drink or whatever. Care to come with, Selhpy?

Sephiroth: (Shrugs) Don't have anything else to do. (Looks Down at Pichu) Would you be alright without daddy for the remainder of the night?

Pichu: (Happily Nodded) Pi-chu.

Dark Pit: I wanna fight them again.

Everyone: (Immediately Turns Back to Dark Pit) WHAT!?

Yoshi: (Glares at Dark Pit) You're going back out there after EVERYTHING we've been through today!?

Dark Pit: (Glares Back at Yoshi) Not now obviously! I'm gonna heal myself up first, THEN, I'll go back and face them again.

Yoshi: Oh my freaking god.....Please tell me you're hearing yourself right now.

Dark Pit: Dude, they came out of nowhere, thrashed us, treated you like a pet, and me like some kind of test subject they can experiment on daily. I'm NOT going down without another fight!!

Aqua: We understand how you feel, Pitto, truly. But you cannot challenge him or the Foretellers again, especially now that you know how powerful they truly are.

Lea: Now, for me personally, I'm not sure how Luxu is now that he's the actually the apprentice of that Master of What-its-face, but I know for SURE how dangerous he was back at the Organization.

Samus: How dangerous are we talking here exactly?

Lea: Sneaky, conniving, and precise on almost ANYTHING he set his sights on killing. He was a menacing back then, and there's no telling kind of new tricks he got in his sleeves......

Palutena: ('Sniff') They're right, you know?

Dark Pit: (Looks Back to See Palutena Finally Calmed Down a Little) Mom, you okay?

Palutena: (Starts Wiping the Tears Away) Yeah.....I mean, I'm not completely happy, but I'll be fine. (Takes a Deep Breath as She Gently Grab Hold of Dark Pit's Hands) I know what happened to you and Yoshi earlier is upsetting and I am fully aware of how capable of a fighter you are, but there's a lot more to those people than any of us could imagine. And the last thing we want right now is for them to hurt you WAY more than they already have! So please, don't do this.....('Sniff') I beg of you.....

Pit: (Takes One Good Look at Palutena's Watery Eyes For a Brief Second Before Finally Sighing in Defeat) Alright. If you guys really have what it takes to beat 'em, then I'll back off. And whenever you do fight 'em, just.....(Immediately Gives his Goddess Mom a Hug) be careful out there, alright?

Palutena: (Giggles Softly) Awww~ Is our angsty, baby boi getting worried about us already? That's soooo unlike you!~

Dark Pit: (Rolls his Eyes) Yeah, well, it was bound to happen eventually. I'm way too exhausted to try and hide it now......

Palutena: I know, sweetie. I love you so much.

Dark Pit: Love you too. And thanks.

A blue dust of light suddenly surrounds the duo for a few seconds before disappearing completely along with Pitto's cuts and bruises.

Dark Pit: What the- (Pulls Away From his Mother's Embrace as He Takes a Looks at his Upper Body) I'm healed?

Palutena: (Smiles Brightly) Yep! I can any wounds in one's body with a simple touch of the hand. My hugs are no exceptions.

Yoshi: Ah dude. I wanna a healing hug! (Starts Walking Towards Only to Felt a Pain on his Pain') ('Crack') Ack! Dang it! Not again!

Daisy: I gotcha, honey! (Quickly Makes her Way to her Son and Helps Him Makes his Way to Palutena)

Peach: Once Yoshi gets healed up, we're gonna have ourselves a group hug session!~

Moms: (Cheers in Rejoice)

Dark Pit: Yayyyyyyyyyy..........

Aqua giggles softly at the Pitto's blatant sarcasm along with the others before noticing a worried look on Lea's face.

Aqua: Lea?

Lea: (Comes Back to Reality) Hm? Yeah, teach?

Aqua: Is everything okay?

Lea: ('Sighs Heavily') Yeah, just.......Thinking about Luxu and whatnot.......I know I shouldn't waste my time worrying, but......

Aqua: Hey, I get it. Today's been.....surprising to say the least, but we can't let boggle our minds forever, you know?

Lea: Definitely. But there's one thing for sure, and I never thought I would ever say this, but....I really need to train more.....

Aqua: (Place a Hand onto Lea's Shoulder With a Soft Smile on her Face) And Terra and I would be happy to help you.

Samus: (Wraps her Arm Around Lee's Other Sode of the Shoulder) Same here. Couldn't help but overhear your need to training and I want in.

Tifa: (Happily Chimes in) Me too. Namine and I could really use another sparring partner.

Lea: (Eyes Widened in Fear) Uhh! Actually, I'm....gonna have to take a pass on the whole hand-to-hand sparring invitation.

Samus: (Forms a Teasing Smirk on her Face) What? You're scared of getting your ass kicked? Your gonna have to take the beating sooner or later.

Lea: (Glares at Samus) I know that! I just.....(Twiddles his Fingers Around) Being cautious is all.

Samus: Cautiously scared?~

Lea: You know what I mean, woman!

Tifa: I know it's a Intimidating, but I promise to do everything I can give you the best training exercise you could ever hope for.

Aqua: (Smiles Brightly) I think we should give this hand-to-hand combat a chance, Lea. I'll might come in handy one of these days.

Lea: I doubt it, but sure, I guess.....

To Be Continued

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