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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞: 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐃𝐢𝐞

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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+, mni DNI!

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: when Y/N is moving to a new place, she asks for some help. To her luck, the handsome officer living nearby picks up her call to lend her a "hand".

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut, sappy asf, cop!Hee, confession, kissing (tongue action yall know it), mutual touching, oral (f. and m.), 69.

𝐖𝐂: 3.2k

𝐀/𝐍: Hello my lovelies, I'm back (not for long). I have been promising a cop!Hee fic for so long that I've decided to feed yall with a prologue at least. Hope you like it!

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Summer 2022

"Oh, come on now, we're not even halfway there!" the lilting tone emancipated from afar, shifting through the rooms of the empty apartment to place the piles of carton boxes in their assigned spot.

They were all different sizes, some possessing parts of old furniture or newly bought ones, decorations, and daily-life equipment, carefully packed and branded. It seemed as if the amount kept growing with each placement, countlessly checking the truck.

Moving shouldn't have been such a demanding process, yet Heeseung found himself sighing every minute, constantly puffing after successfully delivering a package. The sweat on his forehead kept amassing, bringing his gaze to the flaming orange star. As if the hot weather wasn't enough, the lack of clouds deprived him of cooling down a little.

He regretted dressing up for the occasion because he only wanted to rip the beige Hawaiian shirt off him. It went well with the iceberg-pleated shorts, but he would have been better without it. At least the brown aviator sunglasses were somewhat helpful, giving off the cool vibe he dearly lacked. It was all an attempt at impressing the female whom he decided to help, postponing everything on his calendar.

With a dramatic sigh, he looked back at the mentioned one, hopping from one leg to another, hips swinging to the sides at each jump.

There was a dazzling smile glowing amidst those moves, radiating bright energy, swaying her head from left to right. The wavy hair created a breathtaking shot in that lavender-colored jumpsuit, soaked in its splashy floral pattern. It all added to the sweet image, complemented by a charming personality.

Heeseung didn't know what about her turned his insides upside down. There were too many factors about that breathtaking beauty to pinpoint one. From her looks to her brains, she was a flawless 10 out of 10. A woman every man could only dream of.

He was one of those men, dreaming about her every night after hitting bed. At this rate, it was turning into a habit. His head would automatically wander to her curvy shape once he shut his eyelids. Her long and slender shoulders were a sight to see, and he imagined running his fingers on them. Sometimes he visualized her powerful thighs, hungering to feel them in his hands. His ultimate wish was to reach her back and squeeze her buttocks as much as possible. He was a pervert for fantasizing about her in such inappropriate ways. However, he couldn't help it.

She was incredibly attractive, and even if he tried to look away, his vision still ended on her. It was unavoidable. She was gorgeous.

"Lee Heeseung! Stop being a baby and help me!" the bundle of joy reprimanded, looking back with knitted eyebrows.

Nothing appeared better right then, content with the outcome of her decisions. It almost made the volunteer forget about the awaiting unboxing. He could sense the exhaustion steadily approaching from the corner, taunting the weary with its impact.

She crouched down to organize the pieces in the corner, not anticipating a figure approaching from behind.

"Oh, you did not just say that," he called out, hands stretching to the sides of her torso, ignoring the loud no's as he came closer to the desired location. At that moment, the secret weapon was released. The victim fought for air, their laughter overconsuming it all, hands trying to stop the intolerable torture.

"Yah! Stop!" they yelled, slapping the boy's arms, squirming in his imprisonment. The imbalance in the position caused them to fall over, bringing the perpetrator with them and landing on the floor together.

Heeseung stopped once his eyes locked with hers, staring into those beaming green orbs, casting rays of bliss.

It was as if he was looking at pure euphoria, smearing its gilt palms on him, like a warm blanket on a cold day, whispering sweet nonsenses. He couldn't cease admiring the view, the corner of his mouth lifting unknowingly. It was immaculate, its face round as an apple, light brown dots etched around its Grecian nose, forsaking their presence at the plump upper lip, overshadowing the bottom half, completing the perfection.

He hoped this moment could last forever, with her beside herself with joy, grinning and holding onto him, pledging its eternity. It didn't have to be authentic, just the thought calming his anxious soul, questioning the length of this point before disintegrating in his grasp.

Yet, staring into her almond-shaped eyes reassured the worried. His fingers ran through her silky hair, body slightly freezing in surprise, gasping at the unexpected gesture. The change in her breathing didn't miss his sight, caressing her head overfilled in worries and pang, hoping to divest them.

If only he could sweep away all of the trouble from her system and hold her close eternally to provide the oughted warmth and comfort. He appealed to the universe to provide her with the needed healing. To replace the bandages and plasters on her crushed soul with long-lasting stitches and disallow the wounds from ever opening up again.

The universe found it amusing that he kept asking for something already there from the beginning, fulfilling all his requests without his knowledge. It was as snug as a bug in a rug, watching over the little one and protecting her in its embrace. It was all there, slanting over her with doe eyes, creating temporary crow's feet.

"You won't go, right?" she asked, swallowing the sudden change of emotions, the numbness and fear heckling to emerge. The despair on her brows drew in, transmitting through as her jaw pulled in.

He shook his head, soothing away the dread with a peck on the rosy cheek, "No. I'll stay with you."

"Promise?" she held onto his collar, pulling him closer till their foreheads kissed. Oh, how much she wanted their lips to be the ones who connected and chafed against each other, devouring one another in ardor. She was foolishly hoping for the upcoming redness to evaporate, not embarrass her in front of the mighty male she so broadly adored.

Was it the bambi eyes blanketing her in love or the warm palm holding her petite hand that made the girl swoon? She couldn't ignore the effects of this fine man in front of her. Her true intentions have been bottled up for so long that they began opposing. They wanted to shout and express the overgrowing desire evolving into a blooming garden of affection.

"Promise," was all she needed to hear to pull him closer and make her dream come true without hesitating. To her surprise, nor did he.

It was like they'd both waited for this spectacular moment to happen, not getting enough of it. Their hands roamed on each others' backs, attempting to draw in the other as much as possible. They practically crushed their noses while doing so, forgetting about breathing for the upcoming seconds. The only thing they could focus on was the bliss it provided.

The ravenous act of love was so passionate that it almost made the woman collapse, holding on to Heeseung's T-shirt. He was in his world, experiencing the most pleasing kissing.

No previous connection could match the intensity and perfection of this moment. It was such an anticipated fantasy that he struggled to fathom her soft lips brushing against his. The way they collided with his was sensational, relinquishing every thought in his brain.

There was only this tingly feeling leading from his chest in between his legs. He was all over the place, but so was Y/N.

In her 21 years of living, she had never been French kissed before, and this was the first time she allowed someone to try it. Despite her strong resentment against the act due to finding it unhygienic, she let the man she dreamed of having for so long play with her tongue. For once, she ignored picturing bacteria transmitting through saliva and wrapped her arms around his neck.

And Heeseung made sure she wouldn't regret it.

As soon as he gained access, he tenderly slipped inside her mouth with his warm and wet tongue. He painted her walls in adore, cupping her cheeks to bring them in. That way, he could also pull her closer and deepen the kiss.

They both found the sounds of wet smacks bouncing off the empty room stimulating, letting out a few whimpers.

"Heeseung, I want you," she started sucking on his bottom lip, voicing her frustration by occasionally biting. It didn't hurt, but it was enough to bring him back from the dazed state she left him in.

"I want you too," his fingers lightly slid down her arms, sensing the change in her heartbeat. It continued grazing over lower, barely touching her skin.

The teasing threw her over the edge. She just wanted him to tear off her clothing and wander his veiny hands all over her chest. To squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples until she couldn't handle it. She wanted to become an utter mess underneath him.

"Please, love me," She felt like an animal in heat, unable to think of anything else than the longing desire in her system. It repeatedly screamed his name in the most alluring way, gluing onto his mouth like it was the last time.

The combination of his lustful gaze and comforting smile was an unbeatable experience. His eyes were the key to his soul, expressing love and appreciation with one beguiling look.

"Can I?" he asked in her ear while playing with her earring, hooking onto the hems of the jumpsuit.

"Yes, quick," she appealed, the urge intensifying each minute. Without having to ask, she began unbuttoning his cotton T-shirt, having a compulsion to rip it apart.

His tongue was back trekking in her mouth, concealing her aching lips in the warmth of his saliva. Y/N couldn't properly focus on the cursed buttons when he delicately declared his delight in the kiss. It was impossible to do anything with him quietly moaning, stumbling over her consciousness.

"Fuck. Are all police officers this hot?" She exhaled at the mouthwatering view ahead. Her eyes rolled when her palms slid against his naked skin, the coldness causing them to flex. She knew about his exquisite physique before but never had the chance to see it up this close.

His muscles had always been visible through any piece of clothing, and Y/N found herself staring at every opportunity. Her hands couldn't stop touching his delicate skin, desperate to kiss and mark every spot. Just picturing him in purple love bites did wonders to her woman parts.

At this point, she was openly drooling over him.

"You should look at yourself," He blushed at the compliment, pulling the piece of clothing off her. His leg pressed against her core right after, adding a log into the fireplace. She closed her mouth to conceal her needs, shutting her eyelids when his knee rubbed her clit. Was she too blatant with her thigh squeezing? Fuck.

"You're fucking gorgeous," he leaned over, tracing her chest and torso with his nose. Seeing her in her undergarments and face scrunched in pleasure spurred his aching shaft even more. The addicting scent of shea butter absorbed every part of her, placing him under a spell with her features.

He placed delightful pecks on her stomach to ensure her comfort and safety, a feeling of happiness and contentment in his presence.

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," his moans wiped down her thighs, licking and kissing everywhere. Her insides began burning, and she found herself desperately gripping his hair. The compliment he just dropped on her head blasted through her ears, flushing her cheeks in a rosy pigment.

He had to have a lot of adorers in his past, and she didn't doubt it was the same in the present. His visuals were better than the models on magazines, a mixture of soft masculinity. Looking at him made her gasp consistently, habitually admiring his breathtaking assets. He was a work of art, and she couldn't stop admiring it.

"Heeseung," her breath lingered, staring at the savory growth behind his sweatpants. The outline, which appeared immensely luscious, provoked her intrusive thoughts to yearn for it. To lick and suck on it like candy until reaching a sugar crash.

"Please let me put it in my mouth," the desperation transferred, sitting up to flip sides. He stared at her in shock from the floor with hands above his head, having hers wrapped around his wrists. Her sudden revelation caught him off guard, sensing his friend wholly waking up at the lewd confession.

If it wasn't obvious how much he wanted her to have him her way, he wasn't sure about anything anymore. His heart was merely beating for her, picking up speed in pumping blood around his body. It was inevitable, particularly when she circled her tongue around his teats.

He would lie if he said he had experienced such a dirty act before, twitching and squirming from the kitten licks. He wasn't sure if it being his first time caused such a mercurial reaction or her being the one suckling on them.

Either way, Heeseung wasn't complaining one bit. He permitted her to play with them as she desired.

"You're all I've ever dreamt of," her breath skimmed lower and lower until it recoiled up on his crotch. Both sighed at the highly-awaited instant as if they had been waiting for it to happen forever.

Y/N took in the paradise and rested her face on it, massaging her cheek against it. She was roaming in a daze, omitting everything around and focusing on the growing element beside her.

All these lascivious acts made Heeseung think Y/N was an expert, not having a second to figure out his methods. They were thrown out the window the moment she pulled down his shorts and Calvin Klein boxers in one go, uncovering his nudity all to herself. He goggled at her from the uncatchable pace, leaning against his elbows for balance.

"God, Hee," she wrapped her hand around the leaking material, leisurely smearing the pre-cum on the head.

"Y/N," he hissed, watching his thick cock twitch in her small hand, throwing his head back. Once her thumb circled his tip, his testicles drove in. They uncontrollably pulsated with each hoop, losing control over their equipoise.

Her sparkly orbs, gazing at him from below while gingerly kissing the base, pushed the filthiest groans out of him. He could cum from her lips polishing his member, the delicate touch reminding him of a feather.

"No more teasing, please," his hips raised, pressing his thick cock against her rosy cheek. He couldn't hold his desire any longer, practically begging her to suck him dry.

"Oh? So what do you want me to do then?" her lips entangled around his tip, turning into a feisty smirk.

"Put your tongue on it," he pleaded, his knees turning numb from the ecstasy.

"Like this?" her eyes looked up at him between his legs, sticking out her tongue to draw perfect lines across his treasure. For an answer, she received a loud groan alongside a light thump into the ground. She was playing a dangerous game, but it was too amusing to miss.

"Look at how your cock twitches when I do this," she snickered, licking him from the top to all the way down to his balls. They were also in need of attention, and Y/N didn't forget to engage them in her playtime.

"Or barely lick your head," she demonstrated the act, causing Heeseung to shiver in her grasp.

"It makes me wonder how it'll react if I decide to put it in my mouth," her last word got nearly swallowed as she answered her question, leaving Heeseung in utter disarray. His brain resigned, incapable of handling the sheer amount of pleasure. If it stayed any longer, it would go insane.

"It's so soft," she furrowed her eyebrows upwards, her hands coming back to wander on his buttery skin.

"So tasty."

"So beautiful."

"So perfect."

It hit the back of her throat, face entirely buried into his crotch, satisfied blusters opposing as a reaction. She found it adorable how he desperately held onto her hair, trying to shove himself even deeper. It was so incredible that he struggled to contain his growing lust, prompting him to unravel his aggression.

He wanted to grab her silky hair into a ponytail and mercilessly guide his dick deep down her throat. To watch the lump in it growing and disappearing with each pulse while her eyes looked straight into his.

He couldn't hold it anymore.

He had to taste her.

"Turn around and sit on my face," he conveyed, seductively running his tongue over his lips.

"What?" the shyness transferred to the opposite side, goggling at the depicted request.

"Come on, don't be shy and sit on my face, princess."

Y/N hesitantly looked at the stripped man, who was calmly lying with his arms behind his head, lustfully eyeing her up.

"Ride it until you come down my throat," the nasty invite slipped out his mouth carelessly, putting on a smirk to secure its impact.

"You know I'll lick it all up."

The woman's jaw dropped at the proposition, heavily floundering with her senses. Her interiors thawed at his sensual words, screaming at her to turn around and do as he demanded.

"I don't want you to suffocate, dumbass," she lightly punched his arm, trying to dissipate the butterflies piling in her stomach. She didn't want to seem like a nuisance with her subtle shots at the getaway. However, her confidence wasn't the biggest one out there.

Being on top wasn't the issue, but being that exposed to Heeseung. She always found it uncomfortable to have guys looking at all of her. Relaxing in someone else's arms was a problematic obstacle.

Heeseung wasn't an ignorant person not to notice the modest hints, settling to act rather than unroll the tangle of unnecessary insecurities.

With that determination, he lifted her and placed her on his face without warning to get her raw reaction.

At the same time, he found it foolish to waste a minute arguing.

Instead, he could use it to eat her out and show her immortal magnificence.

"You have no idea how good you look from here," both ended up facing each other's genitals, admiring the glorious piece of art. She stared at him covered in her saliva mixed with precum, its size managing to develop more with each touch.

Heeseung was playfully running his finger around her slick hole. The amount she had produced was more than he could imagine, the sticky material creating squelching sounds. His index traveled upwards, smearing the juices on her swollen clit.

"I could just play with you all day without ever getting bored," his finger disappeared inside her, unweaving a beautiful whimper.

"Just run my finger up and down your pussy until you can't handle it," he smoothly pushed another in, her fluids substituting lube.

"So warm and tight. All just for me," his nose hit her clit, soaking up her scent in an instant.

"Heeseung," she sighed, holding onto his legs for support.

"I love you, Y/N."

"I love you more, Hee."

...to be continued...

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Taglist: @end-hyphen, @hee-pster, @jakeswifeyy, @gegeetime, @heerated, @jayked, @forjongseong, @enhastolemyheart

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#minors: dni #enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #heeseung smut #enhypen headcanons #enhypen imagines

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mostlysignssomeportents · 2 months

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The Cory Doctorow Humble Bundle

I'm on tour with my new, nationally bestselling novel The Bezzle! Catch me in TUCSON (Mar 9-10), then San Francisco (Mar 13), Anaheim, and more!

It's been 21 years and 29 days since Tor Books published my first novel, Down and Out in the Magic Kingdom. In the years since, Tor has published every one of my novels, sending me around the USA and Canada to talk about them. Now, they've teamed up with Humble Bundle to sell 18 of my ebooks on a name-your-price basis, with part of the proceeds going to benefit EFF:

https://www.humblebundle.com/books/cory-doctorow-novel-collection-tor-books-books

I've been associated with EFF even longer than I've been published by Tor! My first novel came out while I was working EFF's first-ever booth at CES. I split my time between the booth and my motel room, where I paid $0.25/call to dial up to Earthlink's local number and manage the launch-day publicity. Over the years, I've benefited immensely from Tor's editorial and publicity departments, working with brilliant publishing people like Patrick Nielsen Hayden, Patty Garcia, Dot Lin, Laura Etzkorn, Elena Stokes, Sarah Reidy, Lucille Rettino, and of course, Tor founder Tom Doherty.

But I like to think that it was a two-way street. Tor and I have come a long way together on ebooks: most visibly, they allowed me to publish several novels under Creative Commons licenses (my first book was the first ever CC book, coming out just weeks after the licenses themselves launched). As my editor Patrick Nielsen Hayden said at the time, "Ebooks have the worst hours-in-meeting-to-dollars-in-revenue ratio of anything in my publishing career. Why not?"

https://craphound.com/down/download/

Just as important – but less visible – was Tor's willingness to let me insist that all my books be published without DRM, meaning that anything you buy on say, Amazon, can be moved to any reader program if you decide to start getting your ebooks elsewhere. This worked so well that in 2012, Tor became the first major publisher in the world to ban DRM on all its ebooks, flying me, John Scalzi and Charlie Stross to New York City to announce it this at a big, splashy event at Book Expo America:

https://web.archive.org/web/20130512022634/https://tor.com/blogs/2012/06/tor-books-announces-e-book-store-doctorow-scalzi-a-stross-talk-drm-free

Tor's unique status as the sole major DRM-free publisher in the world was well timed! That same year, I curated the very first Humble Ebook Bundle, which was very top-heavy with Tor titles, and raised more than $1,000,000 for the writers, publishers and charities associated with it:

https://web.archive.org/web/20121017215636/http://www.humblebundle.com/

That opened the floodgates to a series of Humble Bundles, tempting other major publishers to dabble with DRM-free, including Simon and Schuster:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R-I5QyAfglU

And Harpercollins:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HHMLfeCrCrE

Now, 12 years after that inaugural Humble Ebook Bundle, I find myself honored by being the subject of a bundle of my own (it helps that I've written a hell of a lot of books in the intervening years). Included in the bundle are (nearly) all of my Tor novels and novellas: The Lost Cause; "The Canadian Miracle" (a Lost Cause story); Red Team Blues; Radicalized; Walkaway; "Party Discipline" (a Walkaway story); Pirate Cinema; Rapture of the Nerds (with Charlie Stross); For The Win; Makers; Someone Comes to Town, Someone Leaves Town; Eastern Standard Tribe, Down and Out in the Magic Kingdom, Little Brother, Homeland, Attack Surface, and "Lawful Interception" (a Little Brother story).

(The sole exclusion is The Bezzle, which came out two weeks ago and is already a USA Today national bestseller!)

https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781250865878/thebezzle

Also included in the bundle is Poesy the Monster Slayer, my 2020 picture book for the littlies:

https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781626723627/poesythemonsterslayer

All these books are delivered as DRM-free epub files. The Bundle runs for the next three weeks, and the minimum buy-in is $18 – that's just $1/book (full retail value is $187). Of course, you can name a higher price, and, as with all Humble Bundles, you can adjust the final split to share out the money between me, EFF, and the Humble folks.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/03/03/humbly-bundled/#eff-too

#pluralistic #ebooks #publishing #science fiction #tor books #tor #macmillan #drm #drm-free #eff #electronic frontier foundation

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Hello! May I ask for Alhaitham X reader having sex in a rainforest while there's a storm happening? Like I imagine they were on some commission and they got caught up and things got a little hot..maybe someone catches them..? It's totally okay if you don't want to write such a thing, just an idea:) have a nice day and thank u..<3

Man I hate stormy weathers, mostly cause of thunder.

Pairing: Al-Haitham x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, pure smut, outdoor sex, getting caught, warming up, storms, rain, making out, groping

Word count: 0.4k

A/N: Maybe it wouldn't be so bad with Al-Haitham. Also I have a taglist now DM me, or comment if you wanna be on it. Otherwise reblog, comment and all that good stuff and tell me what you think.

Neither of you expected the coming wind, thunder and rain that hit you on your way back to the Academy. It got cold really quickly, you were both soaked to the bone. In an effort to warm you up Al-Haitham pressed you close to him, rubbing his hands up and down your back.

You did the same to him, trying to get even closer, eventually scooting yourself up in his lap, which had a different effect then what you were going for, but now an unwelcome one.

Right now your mouths were the only real sources of warmth so Al-Haitham being as clever as he was decided it would be best to use them. Which is how you ended up moaning each other's names while your tongues battled for dominance. It wasn't easy to resist him, even in the rain once you felt just how excited he really was. Clumsily you fished out his cock, your short shirt gathering up around your hips from Al-Haitham's eager hands groping your ass and pushing your panties to the side so his cock could escape the cold of the rainstorm and into the slippery, tight warmth of your pussy.

"Ride me pretty girl. Work my cock, keep it warm for me." He didn't let you get a full word in, his mouth attacking yours almost as soon as they were separated.

"Al... it's hot..." His cock was already pulsing with the need to come, the temperature difference making you both sensitive to each other, "Will you... warm me up from the inside too?"

He knew what you were asking for, and how could he resist when you were bucking your hips against him so much, making splashy wet, lewd sounds, "Always. As long as you keep being good for me I'll take good care you too. Keep your pussy satisfied."

You nodded against his collarbone, your hands clenching onto his shoulders as you felt your releases approaching. Al-Haitham, true to his word, gave you shot after warm shot of cum, warming up your inner walls and making you almost howl in pleasure.

"Hello? Al is that you?" Kaveh's voice stopped you just as you bottomed out on Al-Haitham's cock and let out another loud moan, your pussy clenching from being so full. He wrapped his arms around you to keep you shielded from Kaveh's view as much as possible, but you could hear the grin in the other man's voice, "Here I was worried about you two getting lost. Seems like you're doing pretty well there kitten."

"Kaveh." Al-Haitham warned with a grunt, which seemed to get Kaveh to back off and let you gather yourselves and what dignity you had left but not before he made a comment about this being a funny story to make fun of Al-Haitham for in the future.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #al haitham x reader #al haitham imagines #al haitham smut #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact smut #genshin imagines #genshin headcanons #genshin smut #genshin x female reader #genshin impact x female reader #x female reader

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yourheartonfire · 1 year

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"You know, the bathe them and bring them to me trope is such a cliche," the hero said. "I'm disappointed in you."

"Did you enjoy your bath?"

"It was absolutely amazing, and I hate you and your interior decorating and fancy oils so much right now."

The villain smiled. "Anytime."

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The hero beelined straight towards the little buffet of post dinner treats the villain had carefully left laying out in plain view. A full dinner would have been too obvious, but the villain figured some hothouse fruits and a chocolate mousse or two would be too tempting for the hero to pass up.

"So what's the plan? Do you need me to stab you or anything when I escape?" the hero said around a mouthful of strawberry cake.

"Please don't. You know I can't bear physical pain." The villain wandered over to help themselves to a kumquat. Mostly it was an excuse to get a closer look at the hero with the blood and grime scrubbed off. Definitely thinner under the villain's brocade bathrobe. And they didn't like those circles under the eyes, the tension in the jaw... "As it happens, I'd appreciate it if you'd make your exit after the guard comes to collect you tomorrow at dawn. Something public and splashy. I need an excuse to execute my guard captain."

The hero choked. The villain sighed. "I mean, fire my guard captain. Fire him."

"[Villain] -!"

"He's one of the usurper's spies." The villain put the kumquat back down on the silver platter. "He's been doing everything he can to undermine my position here, which as you know is rather tenuous."

The hero went still. They swallowed, the motion suddenly large. "Does the usurper suspect you?"

The villain chuckled and poured themselves a generous topple of brandy from the bottle they'd just opened. "The usurper suspects everyone. That's why I need to deflect their ire to another target." As if an afterthought, they poured a second glass and shoved it towards the hero. "I'll make it worth your while to delay. You see, to fend off my crude advances this evening, you're going to get me drunk enough to pass out, and then discover I carelessly left out a few key pieces of correspondence on my desk." The villain turned the hero to face the little secretary desk half hidden behind a damask curtain, taking the opportunity to snake an arm around that waist. Yep, definitely too thin. "If I were you I'd start with the tax shipment schedules."

The hero pushed them off, but gently. "Should I, though?"

The villain blinked. "Should you what?"

The hero picked up the kumquat, rolled it between their fingers as they perched on the bed. "Tell my people I 'stole' the information from you. When your position is tenuous."

The villain made an angry noise that came out a sputter. "Oh, please! Trust that I know what I'm doing-"

"I don't like this." The hero's brow was creased and for a moment they were their old, uncomplicated idealistic self. "I don't like that no one knows how much you're doing, how much you're risking for us-"

"Well for the gods' sakes, don't tell them," the villain said with real alarm. "You have spies in your ranks too."

The hero gave a hollow laugh. "I know. I'm not a fool."

"Yes, you are." The villain sat on the bed beside their old rival, took a lungful of the hero's sweet post-bath scent like a punch to the gut. "You're absolutely a fool for this quixotic quest for... I don't even know. Justice? Freedom?"

The hero raised an eyebrow. "Well, obviously you're the fool for helping me."

"Oh please," the villain sniffed. "Obviously I'm hedging my bets with both sides. I assure you, my actions are entirely self-interest driven."

The hero narrowed their eyes. "Right. And you've suddenly developed a sweet tooth?" Pointedly, they popped the kumquat in their mouth.

The villain tackled them. The hero let out a strangled yelp around the mouthful of fruit.

"There we go, make this sound good." They hauled the hero up higher in the bed, pinned them down to the pillows. It was alarmingly easy. Maybe they could get the hero to take a bag of food with them? "You just stay right there a bit."

The hero glared up. "I'm supposed to be reading your correspondence."

The villain grinned and reached for the bottle of brandy. "Not for another hour. I'm not a lightweight, darling."

As it turned out, the hero dropped off to sleep in three minutes flat. The villain let them sleep, and packaged up the letters to go.

#my fiction #hero x villain #heroes and villains #fantasy #heroxvillain #villain caretaker #rebel hero #awkward team dynamics #fluff #i guess #100 #300 #500

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cutiecorner · 6 months

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Boats

Ficlet • Regressor! Bruce, caregiver! Alfred

@todayimfour said: "This is probably more of a doodle promt than writing but I feel like Bruce would have a blast with those lil bath toys that are the stacking boats"

In LOVE with this prompt!!! It can be a doodle AND a fic :3c enjoy!

“Bruce, poppet, don’t you think it’s time for a bath?”

Bruce stewed in his chair in front of the bat-computer. There was no doubt about it, he was kind of filthy. After a long mission in Gotham’s sewers to look for Killer Croc’s latest hide out, he went directly for the computer to catalog his findings. Not the best plan, but the one he decided to pursue in the moment. That moment was four hours ago, and he still hadn’t showered. Alfred had exhausted all of his avenues to get Bruce up and clean, but none had pulled him away from the computer. Except his last resort. Bruce was well aware that Alfred doesn’t call him pet names for just any reason. ‘Master Bruce’ was enough affection for the both of them, direct sweetness was a little much for daily happenings. Things had gotten particularly serious, Bruce thought, for Alfred to “poppet” him. He considered the possibility of going along with it, but he simply had too much work to do. He grunted to communicate as much. Alfred frowned, but was quickly hit with an idea.

“Well, I suppose we’ll have to save my special surprise for another night then.”

Bruce was being baited, he could tell, but… a surprise was kind of like a mystery. Bruce loved mysteries. He just couldn’t resist.

“... what kind of surprise?”

Alfred smiled, “I guess you’ll have to come with me to find out.”

Bruce let out a long sigh, hating to be pulled from his work, but he had to admit - he kind of wanted to get clean. Not to mention, a pleasant surprise never hurt anyone. Once he was up from the chair, he pulled down his cowl to release his messy hair. Alfred reached for his hand, taking it to Bruce’s shock. This was serious business.

Alfred led Bruce to the bathroom, and Bruce quickly took off his dirty suit to deposit in the laundry basket. He was starting to realize that he really did feel icky. Icky? He thought, surprised at his internal choice of words. Was he…

“I’ll start the water, dear, you go potty”

Bruce pouted. He did not go potty, he was far too big for potty. He ruminated on his big-ness as he did what Alfred told him anyway. After all, he would never outgrow taking orders from Alfred. Alfie knew everything.

“All done?” Alfred asked.

Bruce nodded in response, taking a seat in the bathtub. Alfred ran the showerhead over him to get the worst of the grime off, then started to fill the tub. Bruce always felt awkward waiting for the water to fill up, but was soon distracted by the bubbles forming. Alfie put some bubble bath in, it smelled nice too. He took a deep breath, taking in the lavender scent. He felt relaxed, fuzzy…

“I suppose it’s time for your surprise, hm?”

A bath surprise? Strange… Bruce wondered. What could be a surprise for the bath?

Before he could ponder, Bruce was presented with a pack of brightly colored boat toys.

“A bath toy? Don’t you think I’m a little old?” Bruce whined.

“Oh, never.”

Alfred set a few of the boats in the now-full tub.

“Look, they can float, and you can fill them up with water, they even stack,” Alfred grinned.

Hrn, Bruce responded, not wanting to give in to a baby toy. He scrubbed at his hair as he tried to ignore the floaties… but they were so pretty. He bet they could go pretty fast if he pushed them. He thought about the splashy water and the ripples… No! He thought, Don’t get distracted. One of the boats floated over to him. He flicked it away. It did go pretty far! He found himself smiling. He grabbed another boat, skipping it across the water. Now he was laughing. Soon, he was playing. He filled the boats up with water till they sank, he raced them, he sorted them.

“Alfie, look how many boats! They’re all stacked up and they still go!”

“Oh wow,” Alfred chuckled.

Bruce continued to play as Alfred finished washing him.

“Alright, pumpkin, you’re all done.”

“No!” Bruce cried, “my boats…”

Alfred smiled.

“I promise you can play with your boats tomorrow, love.”

“You promise?”

“I swear,” Alfred smiled.

#agere #fandom agere #agere fandom #dc agere #batman agere #dadfred & babybat #agere fanfiction #agere fanfic

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tparker48 · 1 month

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Request for anonymous

The time has come at last, the eventful day Sitti looked forward to. A wedding was being hosted at a church off the side of downtown. The love of his life was waiting for him, his own heart yearning to unite with them to celebrate the occasion. He rushed from the dressing room and into his bedroom, fetching his bow tie from the drawer. He gathered the rest of his suit from the closet, and stacked them upon the mattress.

“Okay, Suite? Check! Cologne? Check! Hair?..” he brushed a comb through the tufts of his hair. “Stylish! Everything should be prepared for the evening.”

He stumbled around the room, wrestling his dress sock over the hairs of his leg as he crashed onto the mattress. If he judged his time correctly, he should be able to get to the wedding before the guests fill the lobby. He wrestled his tuxedo upon his shoulders, tucking it into his pants before he fastened with the belt. His phone began to ring as it buzzed inside his pocket. His heart fluttered at the name on the screen, Pumo was calling

"Hey, love bug." He hummed into the phone.

"Hey hubby, did you find the suite?”

“Yup, just where you said it would.” he replied, straightening his buttons. “How are the decorators holding up?."

“They just finished them now, and the guests are arriving as we speak.”

“Good, good. I should be there within the hour.” Sitti peeked at his phone, flipping through his messages for the other task members. “If only that escort were here already. Melting into and reforming is a very strict process.”

“Are you still on that idea? I thought you scrapped that idea.”

“Hun, you’re the one who said you wanted it special. One of the escorts mentioned this melting ceremony, so I thought I’d test.” He grabbed a green vile from the counter, watching its fluid dance around the translucent flask.” when I’m done the great sploogini shall make his grand entrance and swoon his lovely husband Pumo with a kiss.”

A soft scoff came from the speaker. “Sploogini, seriously?”

“What? It’s a good name. Every great magician has one. Get ready for a splashy entrance, because it’s be mess..mess..Messtastic!”

Pumo laughed softly, taking a deep breath. “Honestly you and your puns are the one thing that’ll be the end of me. Just be sure to wipe the cream from your face, I don’t want them hiding that adorable face of yours.”

”You got it hun, see you soon.” Sitti replied, hanging up the phone. “ as soon as this damn escort arrives.”

He spent the next few minutes preparing himself for the upcoming ceremony. He passed his phone as he peeked at the screen, Still no message. The wedding was starting in 30 minutes, If he shows up late Pumo would never let him hear the end of it. He paced around the room, seeing a ray of sunlight on the floor as it raised toward the wall. Screw it, he thought, he’ll give them a call to give them a piece of his mind. He flipped the screen toward his contact, placing a thumb at his number.

A knock came from the front door, Sitti looking through its crescent shaped frame. A man in a blue suit glared in the window, wearing a tiki mask as its sunken eyes followed Sitti to the door’s handle. The knob squeaked as it jerked horizontally, yanked away as Sitti fiery gazed laid eyes upon the man.

"Finally you're here! What the hell is wrong with you? I told you to be on time!”

"Apologies sir,” They said. Their voice was smooth as honey, and yet filled with static as they spoke.. "I assure you I hold your ceremony to the utmost regard."

"I'll believe it when I see. Stand next to the sofa.” He pointed near the wall, the masked man obliging as he strolled next to the leathery arm.

As they settled, Sitti pulled at the translucent vile in hand, untwisting the cork from the opening as he whiffed at the air above it. Its aroma was as alluring as a green apple, and yet, sour like medicine. He flared his nose before placing a thumb at its open end, directing himself to the masked man.

“Did you bring the vile like I told you?” he asked them. They armed lowered into their dress pocket, lifting a small vile from the pound and into their fingers. Blue fluid resided inside it, drenching the flask as if it were a wave. “Good. you can proceed with the next step then.”

The masked man nodded. They raised their fingers toward their dress pants, unfastening the belt before the smooth fabric flowed toward their ankles. They slithered their fingers into the checkered boxer, lowering them as well as cologne wafted through its gust. Sitti approached, gazed upon the beer can shaped cock that extended from a bush of pubic. A marking appeared along their inner thigh, a curving from the darker skin like a crescent moon.

Something about that marking, he’s seen it from someone, but who?. His eyes funneled toward the dark spot, its skin rippling along their waist like boat on water.

The masked man asked. “Is everything good?”

“Hmm? Oh, yes.” He replied. “Right then, let’s get a move on.”

The masked man nodded. They twisted the cork from their vile, raising it to the air as they proceeded to drink the fluid. At the same time, he drank his as the green fluid spilled into his mouth. Its taste attacked his tongue, a soured flavor stinging his taste buds as if it were a jelly. His mouth quivered as he guzzled it down his throat, even his stomach feeling attacked as it twisted inside him. When the last drop left the vile, he gasped in air.

“More sour than it looks.” he muttered, his body starting to tingle.

His body warmed, Tightness wrapping around his body. It was like he was in a compactor as his body started to pulse. In a flash, the living stretched to the sky, growing in as the floor rushed toward him. His height lowered to the wooden floor, and dust particles flowed through his vision. He watched as it’s strand twirled in the air, wisped away by a soft breeze as it latched onto the leathery hide of the sofa. Of all the times he sweeped this floor, filth always remained it seemed.

Kneecaps creaked along the wooden floor, the man looming overhead as their mask blocked the ceiling light like an eclipse. He was no bigger than a barbie doll, dwarfed by the heel of their dress shoes as it climbed to the rest of the mountainous mass. Strolling beneath the masked man, his knuckles anchoring along the floor.

Lukewarm fluid spilled from the side of his face, the cold air thickening its substance as it stuck to him like goo. "Hey! Leak later! I'm not paying you just to jack off!"

The masked man said nothing, but instead lowered himself further as the cock laid on the floor. His thick digits pinched at the puffed shroom of its length, pre drooling as made puddle at Sitti’s feet. He winced as they soaked the sides of the dress socks. Of all the escorts they could have sent, they gave him one that leaks like a faucet. The quicker he gets in that shaft, the easier it’ll be to keep his clothes from being tainted.

He clasped the soggy lips, stretching it wider as strings of seed parted its lips. “Remember, the second you enter the altar, you are to deposit me there. Not at the ramp, not at the doorway, but there.”

"Of course."

“Good.”

He stumbled along the edge of the shroomed head. Getting to his knees he eased arms into the chamber, plunging them into the man’s urethral tube as its clammy muscle slipped over them like a glove. He brought his face closer, and winced at its pungent scent. It wreaked of old piss its tube belching as bubbles of salty seed flowed between him arms. It’s like he hadn’t touch a bar soap in weeks, and here he was, climbing inside to the belly of his stench. Just his luck.

Inhaling the air behind him, plunged his face inside.

He stumbled into the crawl way of the urethra, the ample flesh inside drooping as they gyrated against each other. He kicked his knees to ease his waist through the slit,the ceiling soaking his back as he waddled down its path. The muscles boomed beneath as veins filled with blood, sending waves through the urethral tube as they pushed as he climbed higher.

Gravity shifted as it climbed to his head. He began to slide, rushing through folds of the as if he were a battering ram. “Who.. told him to move!” he tried to speak, globs of white substance spilling into his mouth.

Pulse after pulse he was dragged through the tube, approaching the shriveled guarding the rest of the man’s insides. It yawned open and bathed Sitti in a wad of cum, marinating his body before a flex tucked him into their prostate.

"We're at the halfway mark.." He wrestled the walls of the tight bean, compressed and shoved into the holes as seed poured out like a hose. He pushed at a sphincter in front of him, widening its folds to himself through. Yellow liquid warmed his hands, and he backed off as the sphincter slammed shut. “Nope! One fluid enough to deal with.”

He patted the doughy wall for the other holes, meeting the prostate baggy flesh as he twisted and turned for better access. Pressing at corner, the flesh caved as seed spilled his hand, a suction suckling his fingertips. "There it is."

He took to the valve with both hands, seed oozing from its chamber like a filled donut as he wormed himself into the tight tube. It closed over his feet, Peristalsis guiding him through the thin tube as twisted over a hill of flesh before he squished over a hill. Gravity forced him over the edge, inertia building as slid down a long slope. He squished into a sphincter that drooled with pre. It oozed its salty substance over him, before thrusting him inside as he was deposited into a baggy sack.

“Ghrgh..so this is what it’s like being a sardine...” he tried to swipe at his face. His arms barely move as they were blocked by the sack’s soft folds, the testicle beneath the layer spooning at his back.

He tapped at the chamber, and motion responded as muffled steps reverberated from the walls. The acoustics of the space wasn't ideal, but it's what he wanted to make Pumo’s dream wedding come true. And if it meant being stuck like this, then so be it.

"Alright, You can get the melting process. And don’t hold back, I want to make my wedding entrance look like pompeii." He crossed his arms, eying the small bubbles in the pool as he awaited for their warmth to overwhelm him.

Silence was all he received, the gurgling chamber answering his calls. He opened an eye to the valve above “hey! What’s the hold up out there? I should be melting by now!"

Laughter filled the chamber, the testicle squishing at his back. "I'm sorry sir, But I’m afraid you won;t be melting anytime soon."

“Not melting? What are blabbering about?"

Vibrations rumble from beneath his submerged foot, wiggling from between the soft testicular wall as it climbed up his leg. A plastic container, shimmying the walls as it wobbled into a meat pocket.

“A video call?" Sitti swiped at the screen, holding hand hand above it to keep it dry as he swiped the phone. The loading screen spiraled, before the masked man peered into frame.

"What is the meaning of this! You drank the serum, I should be melted!"

"That’d be true, If I did drink the serum.” they lowered the camera toward their pocket, crinkling coming from the phone as their fist rose outward. Packets resting in his palm, their crumpled plastic stretching to the fingertips. “You’d be surprised what you can do with kool aid nowadays. ”

"Juice?! You drank Juice?!” he took toward the valve, his fingers slipping from its shriveled state. “Let me out of here! The love of my life is waiting for me!"

"Oh you never knew love if it bit you in the ass. I should know.." A hand reached for their mask, unlatching the wooden figurine as it lifted like a curtain. Sitti focused on the screen, his eyes widening as a familiar face filled the frame. "We were always together before you came along, Sissy."

Sitti's heart sank from his chest, his mind racing as he looked upon his chiseled face. "Quibble?!"

"In the flesh."

The camera lowered as it pointed toward his fuzzy crotch. The crescent mark peeked from side of the frame, taunting him through the thin pubic hairs. That’s where he remembered that marking, it was Quibble’s birthmark.

A palm swirled along the left testicle, the sac wobbling as its tip flicked at the round spheres in the frame. It tilted as fingers prodded at the lump in its side, the wall behind him caving as he smothered against the coated wall. "You really know how to make a guy feel full. Almost feels like I got blue balls down there."

"We left you in seattle. How are you even here? Why are you here?!"

"Please, you sent fliers all over Facemeet. Surely it doesn't take rocket science to know you fucked up on that, Ay sissy."

"It's Sitti, jerk wad."

Fingers scooped beneath the orbs upon the screen. They flipped like giant patties, stacking upon each other as Sitti groaned beneath their weight. "Is that right? Man I can never tell the difference. but Sissy really fits you so much better. How Pumo Fell in love with a name like that is beyond me."

"Beat's sound like a pet dish."

"Hmph, Cute. As for your why, that's going to be a real trip.” He strolled the living room, tossing his nutsack between his legs. You see, you took my Pumie from me, and that's one thing I won't forget. Not only did you two high tail it, you decided to forget about me, as if I never existed.Well, I think it's time that you never existed."

The walls of the sac concaved as fingers pushed at Sitti's head, squeezing him toward the puddle as he was submerged. He wrestled with the lump to get from beneath its pressure, inhaling a mouth full of semen as salted gunk filled his throat and stomach. He squirmed harder, kicking at the walls that slipped from beneath him.

Quibble’s chuckles rumbled the sac, the pressure at his head relieving as he gasped at the tainted air. "Don’t think I’m gonna let you kick the bucket just yet. I’m just getting started. I'm gonna make you regret laying eyes on my Pumie"

He coughed the pool of seed from his stomach, wincing at the fire in his throat. "If that's all you came for you can just melt me you bastard!"

"Oh but that would be too easy, I want to ensure your suffering is much, much more intimate." He fondled the orb. "It's such a beautiful day. Two lovely mates getting wed. I wonder what may happen when someone takes the groom's place. Like mmm..me."

"If you go anywhere near Pumo i'll-"

He was sandwiched between two folds, gritting his teeth as they gyrated over his body. "It’s so adorable when you put up that macho act. Too bad it won’t be seen outside my hefty nuts. Let’s go for a ride.”

The walls decompressed as the fingers moved away, suspending him in the air as the testicle above stamped at his body. Sitti squirmed beneath its jostling form, pinned beneath its weight as jostled from leg to leg. The sound of a door muffled open outside the tender flesh, the roars of an engine following as the muscle beneath him compressed against a harder surface. He was getting in a car, the sound of gear clunking together as the chamber shook in place. Sitti bearcrawled toward the entrance that quivered above, pinching the folds as they slipped from his grasp. But the testicles' weight shifted as the car pulled away, its egg-shaped mass squashing into his wrist as Quibble began to drive.

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It felt like hours had passed since he was inserted inside the balls of the psychotic ex, the purrs from the car’s engine his only sign of the outside world beyond the shriveled sac. He pinched at the folds beyond the ridge pinning at his wrist, his arms squashed beneath testicles’ lumpy flesh. He twisted himself as meaty flesh smothered his face and pushed at the hardened organ beyond the testicular wall, hoping to free his body from its protrusion. But it was to no avail, the walls compressing in efforts to subdue him.

Squeaking wheels muffled from the outside, keys jangling as the chamber started to move. The sack swayed as Quibble began to walk, sloshing its fluid through the chamber as it splashed consistently across Sitti’s body. It was like being in a mixer as the balls swayed, wave after wave controlled by a single flex as he was marinated from head to toe.

Vibrations rumbled from beneath his leg, the small phone resurfacing as he swiped again at the call sign. "How's my little ball holder doing?" Quibble announced, standing at the doors of the church.

"Do you think this is funny?! You have no right interrupting Pumo’s big day."

"No sissy, I think you don't have the right. We Were doing just fine before you stuck your nose into his life. The memories he could have had, what we could have had. It's all because of you hanging around." He pinched at a flower, pinching a petal before he snuffed it with his fingers. "But now with you out of the way, It's just going to me and him now."

The camera panned forward, wiggling fingers reaching from the door as the sound of a piano rushed from its opening. Quibble sung to the tune that played from the instrumentalist, plucking a rose from its water pot as he waltzed through the hallway.

He passed the Chapel to the backdoors, approaching one with a bouquet of roses as Pumo's picture mounted a frame. "Let's say we give your..heh, my, husband a little check up shall we?"

"Quibble don't you-" the screen was shot as darkness filled it, his attention returned to the dark pit of the sack, and began to punch at. "Damnit!"

Muffled knocks came from the surface, its sound rivaling thunder as it rippled the semen. The door opened, and a soft voice followed. "Quibble?!"

Sitti halted, listening to the conversation. "Baby, It's so good to see you. And in your best suit too."

That sniveling bastard. Sitti thrashed against the chamber, clutching at the wall that melted between his palms. The chamber jerked swayed as Quibble walked, the door muffling shut.

"If Sitti Sees you here, he'll have your ass."

"I'm not worried about him. What I'm worried about is you."

The testicular wall compressed, squeezing Sitti’s body like a snake’s stomach as veins bulged from the walls. It gyrated against his cheek,muscles squeaking as the chamber stiffened harder. The gull of this man, Sitti thought, he’s getting hard from making a move on Pumo.

"You need to go,”Pumo said, his voice now louder. “ the wedding is in schedule and-!"

"And what? far as I'm concerned Sitti can kick rocks." The walls squeezed closer. "Come on, I know someone else who’s been dying to see you on your special day. And it's right here waiting for you to unwrap it."

Like hell he was. Sitti turned to the fold bulging the side of his face, placing it between his molars as he bit down. It was as hard as an overcooked steak, barely flinching as seed oozed onto his tongue. A moan erupted from Quibble, the chamber swaying backwards.

"S..see?" He stammered. "Even my body knows it was destined for us to be wedded."

Sitti's eye twitched at the statement, pushing more force into his bite to cause discomfort. A fold caved from above, smearing into his face as it scraped him from the fold. I borrowed him to the bottom of the sack, submerging him in seed as a lump caved from the wall.

"Listen, what you and I had is gone. I love Sitti now. So you have to go, the wedding's commenced and he'll be here any time soon."

Sitti fought against the increasing walls weight, seed filling his ears as the body surrounding him roared with its gurgles and churns. This was getting ridiculous, he thought, his lungs setting fire as he searched the doughy ceiling for an air pocket. He squirmed harder, and managed to find a crease as he squeezed through its narrow angle, his head popping into a tiny space as he took in the tainted air.

"I hate to ruin your wedding Pumo, but..I don't think Sitti’s coming."

Sitti paused his movement. “What did he just say?”

"W..what are you talking?"

"It's nothing really my business, but I thought It would be best to tell you. There was an accident with the escort. They followed the instructions but, the serum backfired."

"He's lying!" Sitti pounded against the testicular walls. His blows absorbed into its soft flesh, its surface to stiff and too thick to reach his love on the other side.

"You lie, that can't be true. He was just-"

"But it is, dearest. I know it's not the best news. Especially on your wedding day. But.." he paused, the phone in the chamber to ring. The pressure relieved as Sitti fetched it, the screen flickered as seed seeped into its ports."

Upon the screen, Pumo’s distraught face stared back. “Pumo? Pumo?! You have to get me out here he-!" the sound of the device quickly silenced, an icon posted on the side. Muted.

“It’s too gruesome to hear, but this was his last moments before he melted.” Quibble boomed around him. “All that remains of him now is this.”

A shift came from one of the legs, a plastic object held between his fingers as its end filled with salty seed. Handing it to Pumo, tears shedded down his face, his knees caving as he gazed at the soupy mess. His sobbing display was focused to the video’s lens, striking Sitti’s heart like thunder. No, he can’t do that to Pumo, not like this.

“Pumo! Don’t listen to anything that snake says! You hear” Sitti shouted, stretching the tender walls as his limbs began to strain.

An arm reached to Pumo’s shoulder, the camera zooming out as Quibble’s smug face peered into view. “you two loved each other very much. My heart cries out for your loss” he said. “But dearest, you still have a wedding to attend.”

"The wedding! Oh god, what am I going to tell guests? I can't tell them the wedding is cancelled. I can't-"

"Hey hey, there's no need to cancel the wedding. You can still marry someone."

"Who?! The love of my life is melted into cream!"

Sitti watched as a hand lifted to Pumo's chin, tilting his gaze to Quibble. "I think you know who."

Sitti’s blood began to boil, thrashing against the testicular wall, if not to get free, then to hurt Quibble to make him regret his words. But that reality vanished as he fought against the sack. Each blow struck against the tender wall. They barely flinched as they absorbed his blows, retaliating with a powerful clench as they nestled the phone in had between the rising hill of the testicle.

"But I can't. Marry someone else. Sitti's name is on the pamflett, the poster, even the cake."

"Well.." Quibble soothed through his lips. "Im sure they'll understand the sudden change. It’s your special day afterall."

He shared a kiss with Pumo, his nostrils flaring as if to siphon his breath from his lungs. In that moment of pleasure, Sitti turned into an ape, throwing fists against the walls as the testicle bounced from their spot inside his pants. He shoved at the wall, kicking into the rippling lump as he cursed at the backstabbing man that dared to construct this.

Their lips parted with a soft smack, Pumo Caught in its trance. "Were you always a good kisser?

"More than you know."

The announcer spoke through the speaker as the two of them peaked out from the curtain. The remaining guests in the hallway took their seats, facing the altar where the pastor awaited for the destined soul mates.

"Looks like you better get to your position , I'll be sure to show just how much of a kisser I can be."

He tapped his lips before loosening his grip. As he departed toward the altar, he looked down to his waist, his cock throbbing once more as he looked into the frame.

He unmuted the device, and Sitti yelled like a banshee. “Yeesh, you’re awfully pissy.”

“You sniveling bastard! When I get out of this I'm going to kick your ass!”

“Correction, If you get out of this. From where I’m standing I’m about to marry Pumo.” he rubbed over his lips. “Of all the lips to have, Sissy, you're sure as hell missing out. But don't worry, I'll be sure to tell you all about it." He patted the front of his pants, squeezing at his cock.

“You no good lousy-!” He was cut off as a receptionist shouted in the hallway, the piano’s playing louder as guest funneled into the chapel.

“Welp I better get out there. Good talk Sissy.”

“No! Wait-!”

The muted once more, the camera lowering as it swayed along his thigh. Sitti looked around the compact space, taking to the valve as he pushed at it all his might. There has to be a way to get this open, he thought, there has to be. The sac jostled as the testicle laid at his back. He placed a hand against its side, shoving it against its side to relieve himself. It was there that the sphincter quivered, widening before it squished together. Sitti paused as he looked to the ring, turning toward the lumpy ridge. He rubbed at its side, and watched as the ring widened once more, seed spilling into its mouth as it slurped past its lips. “Of course, Stimulate it.”

“All rise.” a priest said, the camera swaying as they stood above the alter. “We are gathered here today to celebrate this joyous day.”

He’s running out time, he has to get out there. He placed his palms along the hill. He rubbed into its smooth lump like a scrubber, Quibble’s moan booming through the air as the chamber shifted. The man muttered something beneath his breath, but he didn’t care as he stared at the sphincter, its pouting lips shrinking before it expanded. He caught a glimpse of the outer tube, and latched onto its rims as he forced himself inside. The tube was airtight, hugging the corner of his shoulder as seed soaked his body.

It lubricated his legs as they slipped at the sack behind him, but he felt the sack shift, as lump pressed at his rear. “Revenge wouldn’t be fun if you didn’t have a fighting chance, so I’ll give you this freebie.” it shoved him into the tight tube, the ring closing over his feet. “Best get to climbing, you have about 30 seconds before it’s my turn to walk.”

Sitti puzzled upon the gesture, but perished the thought as he wormed through the tube. It was like swimming through tar, flesh skidding against flesh as they siphoned at his body. The piano’s tune leered from the outside, drawing closer as Quibbles steps boomed. He wormed faster, managing to make it through the twisting tubes as he crawled over the ridge.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to wed these married couple.." the pastor said.

As the pastor commenced the procedure, Sitti climbed the rest of tube as it dipped inward. His palm pierced through the shriveled flesh ahead, and he was squeezed into the prostate. It was bathed in a pool of semen, coating the wall with its goop as it shrouded the sphincter. He caught a glimpse of the giant sphincter, prying at its walls to bypass it, but it refused to budge. The prostate gyrated against his body, smother him into the meatpocket as its holes suckled his ears. When they relaxed, he stretched the walls apart, but his eyes widened as he observed the chamber.

The semen that filled the tube now painted the walls with its fluid, blending the surrounding holes in the mixture of white and pink. Only one of the holes lead to the outside, but where was it?

"Do you ,Pumo, take this man as you lawfully wedded husband?" the pastor said

"I..I do."

Sitti’s heart started to pound, stamping into the crevices for the right hole. He squashed into one, and urine rushed into the chamber. He wiped the warm fluid as the sphincter closed, splashing around the other holes as he pawed at them. He stamped his hands into the hole above, a suction pulling them as seed spilled from their entrance like running water. Only one remained, his gaze darting to the shriveled fold as he gripped at them.

"And you, um..."

"Quibble" he responded, a smug tone mixed in his voice.

"Yes. Do you take Pumo As your lawfully wedded husband."

He smiled. "I do."

"Excellent.” the pastor said. “Then, if there is anyone who objects to the marriage of these two. Please speak now, or forever hold your peace.

Me! Me damn it!” Sitti pounded against the tender bean, prying at the lips to the urethra. He shifted his stance to get an angle on the sphincter. He stretched himself like an arrow, thrusting his limbs into a corner as he pushed at the entrance.

His feet slurped from beneath him, his force halting as he looked behind him. One of the holes clamped at his ankles, seed drooling as the ring chewed them. He tried to kick his way out, thrashing to get his limbs free. But they sunk like quicksand as a suction took control. Reeling back to the entrance, he panicked as he pawed toward the urethra, its folds inching away from his grasp as another wrapped his waist.

The walls caved as it sent waves into his face, feeding him to the gummy ring as climbed to shoulders. He yelled as its force yanked him into its maw, returned him back to depth of Quibble as the ring swallowed the rest of his limbs with a messy belch.

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"Then by the power vested in me. I here pronounce you, Husband and husband." The Statement was the final nail in the coffin. Time, was up.

Quibble cock flexed as it dragged its meal back to its waist, a soft whimper escaping it slide down its long slide. His right testicle now plonked with the new prisoner, brushing against his inner thigh as he smiled wider. "You may now, kiss."

He shimmied closer to Pumo and brought him in for a kiss. A mixture of cheers and groans flowing through the crowd as music played through the building. The hour was gone in a flash, the two of them returning home to seal their marriage. Pumo was getting ready in the shower, meanwhile Quibble would be in the bedroom, Spread eagled across the mattress as he fondled at his balls.

"This is the life. I get to marry the love of my life, I get a beatiful house, and I get my little nut pet too." He flicked a finger against the side of his testicle. "You haven't spoken a word since we got back, Sissy. You still bummed I struck it big and you didn't."

He paused as he stared at the struggling lump, a faint imprint protruding from the clammed skin before a clench subdued it. He felt giddish as he traced along the faint outline groping his sac as he rolled them around like marbles. In that very moment, he relished at the reality of the two of them. He was out here, enjoying the fruits of his own efforts. And he was in there, reduced to only a small lump behind the girth of his balls.

He slouched into the pillow, just as the sound of running water ceased from the bathroom. The knob jiggled before mist flowed into the room, Pumo stepping out as a towel wrapped around him.

"Took you long before you finally finished in there. Don't go getting wrinkly on me."

"Oh please, you already know how much I like showers. You could use one yourself musty."

"Pfft, and become Mr. Clean like you. Pass." He stretched his limbs to ease its tension, but noticed Pumo’s face lowering to the floor. "Something wrong?"

"I'm..still thinking about Sitti."

"Oh..yeah. I can tell that’s still fresh."

"Yeah, it's hard not to think about how far we've come. Even though he’s melted, I can still sense that he still lingers inside my heart."

That's not the only thing he's lingering in. He groped at his squirming testicle, shuffling it beneath the cover. "Okay, I'll give you that. But you and I both know it isn't healthy to dwell on the past. It’s true he may be gone, but it’s just as you said, he’ll always live in your heart. So cherish it, Pookie bear, and don’t let his memories be tainted."

Silence dwelled between the two, Pumo Looking toward the window. "Yeah..I guess you're right." He said, before looking up to Quibble. “ Pookie bear? What are we kids?"

"What, It's a good name. My wittle Pookie bear."

He rolled his eyes. "God you sound just like him."

He crawled upon the mattress, stumbling toward Quibble as he spooned against his torso. His damp skin stuck to his back, the warm water steaming into his chest as he nuzzled into his neck.

"Mm, feeling you this close brings back memories." He reached beneath the towel. "Wonder if those glutes are as soft as I remember."

"Hey, it hasn't been that long. I bet you lost a few inches without me around"

A palm reached to Quibbles waist. He watched as the slender palm fiddled at the barrel of his length, his fingers dancing around the curvatures as they spooned beneath the cock's warm underbelly. It ventured further as it scooped beneath his testicles, squeezing at the soft lump as he Quibble moaned.

"Huh, I stand corrected. Your balls are starting to get chunky."

"You could say that. Must be clogged or something." He said, a half hearted truth to his secret within.

He suckled upon his neck and leaned his body to Pumo’s back. He sliced his fingers along the towel, a single flick slipping them from their hold as they drooped around his toned body. Pumo's mounds were exposed, fingers scooping them into his palms. They were like giant marshmallows, giggling at the slightest flex as droplets soaked his fingers. He pulled the two mounds apart. Its surface was still damp, stirring the finger at his shriveled ring as he eased his shaft close.

A giggle escaped from Pumo, the tender folds nipping at the slit. "Just as sensitive as always" Quibble soothed, reaching for a bottle along the counter as he dozed his length in lube.

He eased his cock inside, feeling it sink past the two rings as it slid up the rest of the length. Pumo Moaned upon the intrusion, his hips swaying along the cock as it slowly began to pump into the rear.

Quibble batted an eye to his balls as his testicles as they slapped at the back of Pumo’s thigh. The skin stretched as an imprint bulges, deteriorating as the folds softened its features. That’s outline was more visible than the last one, Quibble thought, Sitti must be pissed off at him fucking Pumo. He bet he could hear every inch of his cock taking in his meat, knowing he was just inches from being known. He chuckled at the thought, leaning into Pumo's ear.

"Still think it's chunky?" He asked.

"No..far from it. It's..so filling"

"You think so huh? Well it's about to get even more filling." He rocked his hips, plunging his member deeper into the hole. As the motion's began, he looked down to his nuts, sneering at the struggling lump in his testicles before he tucked his head over the shoulder.

The night of their wedding was a trademark in Quibble's eyes. He fucked Pumo across the mattress as the two took turns spooning one another. He merely caved as his cock gyrated through his anal canal, making him leak more than he ever did before. But he stilled himself to blow his load, less he risked letting Sitti out of his cage. As much of a waste it was to hold in such great seed, he had to ensure that he was out of sight, and out of mind.

Weeks passed as the two continued their nightly fun. From the duration he insisted on getting used to Sitti’s squirming, conditioning his balls to respond to onlyhim. The little brat put up a fight for a few days, managing to wiggle to his prostate to escape. That was as far as he would allow, a flex sending him back to balls, just as Pumo walked from the shower. He still talked about Sitti, most of their fun focused on coping as he snuggled him to sleep.

By the end of the month, Pumo showed reluctance of thinking about Sitti, deciding to honor him by moving on. At least from what he told him, it was better that way than him reminiscing on end, Quibble thought. He seen a bit of progress himself when it came to it, eying his testicles as they quivered and squeezed. Sitti did not move, not even an inch as his faint imprints danced at his testicle. His body was now immune to his efforts, desensitized to keep the sniveling oaf in his place.

He smiled as he jostled his nutsack, a soft whimper escaping now and then before they hanged back between his legs. Finally he didn't have to hold back his juices, now that the pest was secured in his balls. He was free to squirm and yell all he wants to now, no one was going to hear him, or even know him from now on.

It was just him and Pumo Now. Together, forever.

#cock vore #Aware #unaware #shrink

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spitfire-of-the-sea · 11 months

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The Stowaway Series, Part 4: Karma

Guys. I know it's been *ages* but work is kicking my butt and taking away my will to write at the moment. (Thanks, science. No, it's great, please ruin all my hobbies for me).

Thanks for all of you who were waiting and encouraging me to continue. <3 The name for reader!Kitty is not yet fixed, if you have a preference, let me know in the comments!

And now, without further ado:

Find part 1, part 2 and part 3, if you want to read the beginning of this. =)

Word count: 3.4k Warnings: Still SFW. Just naked butts. Pretty safe, I think? Characters: Ace, Marco & Thatch… and cat!reader :D and Pops appearing, too!

The Stowaway Series, Part 4: Karma

You sat there, just watching them with zero thoughts in your brain for a couple of moments. Two grown pirates – one with a bounty of well over a billion, the other still with a respectable bounty of over half a billion – as they splashed each other with water and bubbles alike. Half-naked, of course, because none of them was wearing a shirt anymore.

What was this?! A Coca-Cola commercial?! What kind of freak pirate ship had you ended up on?!

You blinked slowly, your drenched fur slowly dripping water and making a puddle around you. A bubble slid down your nose and made you sneeze.

Or, perhaps, this was the male version of pillow fights…?

Somehow, right then a bucket smacked Ace right in the face and you thought that you probably preferred the more traditional pillow fights. Like, the ones that didn’t break your nose or anything. Not that Ace seemed to have any problem – if anything, it was the bucket that seemed rather worse for wear now. Slightly deformed, very much melting.

You instinctively ducked when a piece of soap came sailing towards your head and thanked your feline reflexes for saving you from looking like a Persian cat. You shuddered at the thought and slowly, one by one, your brain cells blinked back into existence. This brought with it the revelation that you were absolutely drenched and dripping wet, still bubbly, and very much in need of a proper rinse.

It did, however, also come with the realization that those two were currently pretty distracted and for the first time, you weren’t held by a half-naked man, surrounded by pirates, or incapacitated by water. This, you happily noted, was your chance to get out of here and find a place to hide away with your ninja-like skills. A place that was…-

“Did those two boneheads just abandon you like this, kitty?” the voice connected to the two hands that picked you up cooed at you.

Okay, so your perception wasn’t the greatest at the moment. So what?! You’d been through a lot, okay?!

With a deep, deep sigh, you just hung there in those hands that had closed around your ribcage, not even bothering to fight anymore. You were so done with this shit.

1/10 stars. Do not recommend. Service personnel is pretty hot but ultimately fails at its job.

“Shall we finish the job, hm? Maybe by the time we’re done, Marco will have scrubbed that feral little raccoon clean, too,” Thatch murmured and you were taken over to the shower he had just occupied.

And then… with a start… you remembered that he had been in exactly that shower like a moment ago and he’d been utterly naked. You also remembered that you had visually confirmed only minutes ago that he had a fine ass and the rest of his anatomy had also been pretty convincing.

On the one hand, for the sake of your modesty, you should be very concerned with the fact that he was probably still naked and you were about to enter a shower – also fully naked because you didn’t really count fur as clothes – with a man you had met less than an hour ago.

Had he saved your life? Yes.

But still. You were a good girl. (Or at least that’s what you usually told yourself. Most of the time.) You didn’t climb into showers for some naked and very splashy adventures until you were reasonably sure you’d actually end up having a good time.

On the other hand… you twisted in his arms and threw a curious glance down his front, your tail twitching in interest. If the rest of his body was any indication, he’d be…

Awwww. Covered with a towel.

“Miss Kitty, have a seat,” Thatch said and placed you on top of a little stool. You blinked up at him, not fully unsatisfied with the treatment. For one, he was being polite, and additionally, he had basically perched you on a little throne. Yes. Yes. This was acceptable.

Happy to hopefully get rid of the surplus bubbles you generously offered him a paw, somewhat ignoring the fact that you were supposed to be a simply stray cat, and he took it with a chuckle and started to rinse it clean.

“Or should I call you Lady, hm?” he asked and kneeled down next to you, very carefully washing all the remaining shampoo from your fur as you glanced down at him regally.

Admittedly, this didn’t feel too bad, you had your little perch, a pretty damn good-looking guy kneeling in front of you and basically giving you the finisher of a spa treatment…

Maybe you’d actually give them like… 5/10 stars after all.

Within a couple of minutes, you were actually pretty much clean and he turned off the water and stroked you with long, even movements to squeeze the water out of your fur. It felt quite heavenly, to be honest, and you might actually have started to purr a bit again…

Of course, you just couldn’t have nice things, could you?

Because this was when the door banged open – you were pretty sure some tiles cracked at the impact, and a freaking giant entered the room. And not to be dramatic… but he barely fit through that damn door and by your very modest estimate, it was probably four meters high. You started to look up along the legs. And looked up. And up. And.. still up.

When your gaze landed on a bare chest – what the fuck else, this ship apparently suffered from a severe cloth famine – you noticed enough scars to supply a full battalion of soldiers. And as it traveled even further up, you noticed a white captain’s coat slung over wide, wide shoulders. And as it finally reached a face, ducking in below the doorframe, you saw a white beard.

White.

Beard.

You made a gurgling sound as all the air in your lungs suddenly rushed out of your body and you went first stiff, and then hot, and then felt the fur all along your body desperately trying to puff up against the forces of the remaining wetness in your fur.

Oh no. Oh no no no. This was Whitebeard. The legendary Whitebeard. The guy who’d fought the Pirate King and lived to tell the tale.

“I’m hungry,” he said by way of greeting, “and the boys told me to come here.”

The pressure in the room was almost overwhelming and your feral instincts kicked in before a single brain cell could so much as put a word in in favor of reason. He’d eat you. He’d fucking eat you. He was Edward Newgate, the famous Whitebeard. They’d cleaned you up to serve you to their bloodthirsty captain who ate babies and cute kittens for breakfast!

With a battle scream, you exploded out of Thatch’s hands onto the floor and barely managed to land on your feet in your blind panic. In a feat of pure elegance, you somehow tripped over your own tail only one step further, resulting in you face-planting on the floor for about 0.1 seconds, because that was all the time you allowed yourself to waste. Digging your claws into the tiles, you pushed off and actually propelled yourself onto the wall, just below knee height for the giant between you and survival. If you hadn’t been so busy not getting eaten, you’d have complimented your athleticism.

“What the…-,” Thatch managed to say by the time you took the second long leap towards the door.

You’d manage. You were swift. You were like the wind.

“Flight risk!” Ace screamed when you did your third leap and pushed himself off the floor to rush after you. Fate was in your favor. His foot landed on a bar of soap, his eyes widened comically, and his leg was pulled out from under him as he slipped. You’d have appreciated the beauty of it, probably, the arch his body described as his ass went up and his upper body went down and he landed – hard – on first his shoulders and then his head. You heard something crack and faintly hoped it wasn’t his head. It was pretty.

“Not so fast-yoi!” Marco chuckled as he plucked you out of the air in your fourth leap without breaking a sweat, wrapping a towel around you at the same moment. “And here I thought you were getting used to us.”

There was a select choice of words on the tip of your tongue. Among them were several that were connected to a certain part of his anatomy and the places he could shove it. You were not gonna be eaten! You’d scratch their eyes out! You’d carve your name into their faces! You’d fight until your last breath!

You had claws! You were a ferocious tiger, no matter how small! You had the devil’s power…! You… fucking… couldn’t get out of the towel!

“Now, what’s that?” Whitebeard asked, his tone rather surprised than particularly hungry.

“A cat,” Thatch answered helpfully and ambled closer, toweling his hair dry as he walked.

Maybe that was the problem. Maybe you should turn back into your human form to show them that you were not a cat and therefore, should not be eaten. Perhaps you should declare that you were not a virgin, either, just to be absolutely sure that they wouldn’t think you were useable for any sort of ritual or for feeding to the giant or…-

No. No. That was dragons. Dragons ate virgins.

What did giants eat?!

“I can see that,” Whitebeard answered, somewhat exasperated, and ducked lower to get a better look at you while you were fighting to get out of the towel. Your claws sliced through the cloth like a hot knife through butter and yet you just couldn’t get free. You shot a wild look at the giant captain.

You were no more than a snack for him. Surely, you weren’t even worth the effort!

But maybe it was no effort. He’d swallow you whole. Like that famous whale at the start of the Grand Line, that supposedly swallowed ships whole. You fought with renewed ferocity and Marco clicked his tongue at you, fighting to keep you under control.

Ace slowly tried to get up again, clutching his hands to the back of his head. “Ouch.”

He was still alive, then. Good. At least you thought it was good…? Perhaps…? At least you hadn’t gotten any cat-eating vibes from him.

The sounds of fabric ripping below your claws announced how close you were to freedom and Marco cursed under his breath, juggling you from one hand to the other to avoid giving you a chance to latch onto one of his fingers.

“Is anybody going to tell me why there’s a cat?” Whitebeard asked finally, his tone surprisingly even.

“It’s our new cat,” Ace said, rubbing at the back of his head. There were tears in his eyes as he tenderly felt around for the quickly forming bump.

“Our cat?” Whitebeard prompted, slowly sounding less patient.

“Yes,” Ace confirmed. “Spot.”

You sank your teeth into a piece of towel and ripped at it, glaring up at Marco, who reached for a second towel, frowning. “She doesn’t have a single spot-yoi.”

“I see lots of spots,” Ace muttered and blinked slowly. “I knew it all along. The soap almost killed me. Told you it causes more harm than good.”

“Your head is way too hard for that. You’re fine. Also, I think Whiskers is a far better name,” Thatch threw in.

Personally, you thought they were both pretty shit. With a low growl, you twisted in Marco’s hands, managed to graze his index finger with one fang, and then were rolled into a second layer of towel. You didn’t feel entirely unlike a burrito.

Heh. A Purrito.

You were hilarious, even when you were 5 seconds away from being eaten. But you were not about to give them any ideas.

“Would you stop that?” Marco asked you with a sigh. “It’s just Pops-yoi.”

“Fluffy?” Ace suggested and slowly came to his feet. Even upside down and pretty sure something horrible was about to happen you could appreciate that the drops of water glittering on his skin and slowly sliding down his very defined abs made him look fine as hell.

“Killer,” Marco threw in and you glowered, wiggling yourself forward and out of the towel wrapped around you millimeter by millimeter. You were still contemplating the idea of turning back into a human – both to be able to think straight again and to maybe tell them that you wouldn’t stand for such ridiculous names. Ah, and the detail to please not eat you or do something else horrible.

Thatch leaned forward and booped your nose. You snapped your jaws at him but he was too quick for you, you didn’t even manage to nick him. “Catness Everclean,” he happily suggested and you couldn’t help it, you rolled your eyes.

So he read those types of books, huh? Probably also read romance novels and smut. You scoffed.

“Boys…,” Whitebeard said with a tone that you knew pretty well from your father. It was the tone he used when he was down to his last nerves and he was between giving you up for adoption and accepting his hand in making you the person you were. Your ears twitched.

“Can we keep her?” Ace asked, slowly coming closer, one eye squeezed shut and with one hand still at the back of his head.

“I don’t think…-,” Whitebeard started.

“Look how cute she is!” Ace immediately continued and grabbed you out of Marco’s arms. Still covered in one layer of towels, plus a few stripes of the first one. You tried to twist but his grip didn’t give an inch.

His effort was admirable, really, but with only your face visible in the layers of towels, and your eyes almost popping out of your head from the effort of fighting for freedom, you probably looked more deranged than cute.

“We already have a dog,” Whitebeard answered slowly.

You hissed, sounding somewhat suffocated. Probably due to the lack of air in your lungs at this current moment.

“Somehow, she reminds me of Ace-yoi,” Marco muttered, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Is she trying to kill us? Sure. But in a slightly deranged and yet charming kinda way. You can’t really be mad at her. It’s cute, in a way.”

For that, he got another hiss. Sadly you couldn’t give him the middle finger right now. Which was probably good, you reminded yourself, he was an evil pirate, after all.

“Lady Floofiness,” Ace said as if he had heard nothing. When he tried to kick Marco who stood beside him, the older commander simply moved out of his way. “Once she’s dry, you can see for yourself. She’s really pretty and very, very gentle.”

Okay. You were pretty happy he hadn’t cracked his skull open. He was pretty cute. Plus, he probably wouldn’t let you get eaten. You hoped. At least he was your best shot in this room.

Marco snorted a laugh. “Gentle? She tried to amputate my finger. Again.”

“You held her wrong,” Ace hissed under his breath. “You need to support her…-“

“Butt. I know-yoi,” Marco answered with a shake of his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

What was this fascination with your butt?! You had a pretty great one, sure, but in your human form. That you were not about to show them. You had decided so. Perhaps your animal instincts had been a bit overwhelmed by the giant standing at the door, but you slowly lost the fear of somebody wanting to eat you.

Or perhaps you were just going numb. Whichever one.

You squinted up at Whitebeard, who was looking at you with a frown. His beard twitched as he regarded you and you quickly reversed direction and instead of trying to get out of the towel, you buried yourself deeper into it, away from his prying eyes.

“Stefan might not like it,” he finally said.

“He likes Kotatsu just fine,” Ace countered. “And she’s much smaller, won’t take up any space. She can sleep in my cabin.” He started to slowly unwrap you and you grabbed one corner of the towel and tried to hold onto it, suddenly not desiring freedom so much. Freedom meant having no barrier between you and those piercing eyes.

You were still holding onto the towel desperately when two giant fingers grabbed you by the scruff of your neck and picked you up. Gulping, you winced when your body went limb, suddenly unable to do anything but stare at the giant man who had picked you up. He held you in front of his face and you held your breath. This was it. This was the end.

He opened his mouth and you squeezed your eyes shut.

Goodbye, cruel world. I’m leaving you today.

“Stefanie,” he said then and you slowly opened one eye back up.

A brief moment of silence, then Thatch cleared his throat and Marco shuffled his feet, searching for words. Ace was less polite. “That’s a shit name, old man,” he blurted out.

“Fluffy isn’t much better,” Thatch murmured and Ace shot him a glare.

“Says the man who suggested Catness Everclean-yoi.” Marco crossed his arms in front of his chest and shook his head.

“Yeah, and Killer as a name for a teeny tiny fluffy cat clearly wins a prize for creativity,” Thatch shot back.

Marco shrugged. “We can also call her Calamity Jane, seeing as how she made Freckles almost crack his head open, made you bleed for the first time in, what, four years? And has actually managed to nick my skin here.” He lifted a finger with a frown and you could see a tiny drop of blood there for a moment before blue flames engulfed it and it was gone in the next moment.

Thatch, who saw the sparkle in Ace’s eyes, quickly shook his head even as he took a look at his forearms and registered with some surprise that you had indeed managed to scratch him. He dabbed at it with the end of his towel, still shaking his head. “Absolutely not.”

“I think it’s cool,” Ace weighed in and came to stand just below you, holding his arms out expectantly. You curled your tail around yourself and hoped that you’d indeed be handed over again. Ace was the one who held you in the most comfortable way – by far!

To be fair, perhaps you hadn’t given Marco much of a chance with your little panic attack.

But that was hardly your fault. You were in a room with Edward Fucking Newgate, also called Whitebeard. Also having the highest bounty in the whole of the fucking world. You were pretty sure a little panic was justified.

“You just like it because it fits into your little card naming scheme. Ace. Spade Pirates. Spadille. Calamity Jane,” Thatch accused him and when Marco raised an inquisitive eyebrow, he shrugged. “Queen of Spades? Calamity Jane?”

“Oh,” Marco made and rubbed at his chin. “Then no.”

“Hey!” Ace snapped and lifted himself on his tiptoes to reach for you.

You honestly shouldn’t feel so relieved at the guy heartily grabbing your butt, but at least Whitebeard let go of the scruff of your neck and you dropped into Ace’s outstretched hands. Gulping down a shiver – not quite successfully – you were happy when he brought you close to his chest again. Especially since he didn’t seem to mind that you were still wet.

“I haven’t said yes yet,” Whitebeard reminded them with a sigh. “At least I know now why they were all snickering like idiots when they sent me here.”

“You also haven’t said no yet,” Ace reminded him with a grin and started to stroke you with long, calming movements. Eyes unblinking and brain simply overloaded thanks to the last hour, you lay there against his chest and contemplated whether this was karma. Whether perhaps you had stolen one too many times from the rich and given to the poor. Mainly you, actually. But you were poor.

Ugh. You needed a cocktail with lots of rum and a cigarette.

And you didn’t even smoke.

#kitty!reader #stowaway series #reader x one piece #reader x Ace #reader x Marco #reader x Thatch #whitebeard crew #marco the phoenix x reader #ace d portgas #crack fic #kitty needs a cocktail after this #I feel like the others were funnier v.v #I hope it's not too boring for y'all!

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powdermelonkeg · 10 days

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You reblogged a post about the practical female armors mod for skyrim and now i am being sucked back into the pit of skyrim modding. any mod suggestions? its been a solid couple years since i played and there's a LOT to choose from

Oh man I haven't had a chance to play since my computer broke lemme see what my last modlist was.

(One moment while I force my broken computer to work)

So fair warning, I like survival aspects. I like it when games require me to eat/sleep/do things to live, because then the 15 cheese wheels in my inventory actually mean something besides instant health. I also really like companionship and roleplaying elements, so most of my playthroughs are built around that.

Dependencies not included:

Campfire: Camping mechanics. Supports a party of 4, if I remember correctly. Also lets you craft a few things, but I'm more interested in stargazing with my buddies.

Vitality Mode: Current iteration of "better than Survival Mode" mechanics. Eat/drink/sleep/etc. Does it very nicely with a corner icon that gets more red the worse off you are, rather than whatever SM had going on. Also lets you configure modded food items for it just by eating them!

Pronouns: Pick what pronouns you go by regardless of default body. Will attempt to exclude gendered language if possible (like, it's unavoidable with Brynjolf calling you lad/lass, but you can pick which one it falls back to) if you pick they/them. You can set percentages of different pronoun sets or even have it change randomly on a timer.

Quality World Map: PUTS. THE ROADS. ON. THE MAP. If you're doing no fast travel, this is VITAL. Base map is terrible, next question.

Delphine's Map Reveals Dragon Mounds: Because it should.

Delay the Foresworn Conspiracy Quest: Ever get sick of being roped into that quest immediately? (Makes it so that guy doesn't hand you the note unless you talk to him directly. Main Street Stabbing™ is still there)

Dragonborn Delayed: Ever get sick of being roped into THAT quest immediately? (Especially given the suggested level of Solstheim...you can pick when it happens: after returning the horn, Delphine, Alduin's Wall, meeting Paarthurnax, getting the Elder Scroll, kicking Alduin's tail at the top of the mountain, or killing Alduin)

Extended Encounters: More encounters in the wild! Mercs, adventurers, vampire attacks, etc.

Vittoria's Alternate Wedding: She can get married without you killing her! She's not in engagement hell!!! Only triggers if you destroy the Dark Brotherhood.

Immersive Realistic Party Clothing Overhaul: Wear any "rich" clothes to the party instead of what Delphine gives you. I usually use this with mods that add more fancy clothes.

More To Say: Everyone talks more about a wider variety of things. Lets you tell Meeko he's a good boy and give him a treat. Makes a few new lines with splicing, but I haven't noticed any hard cuts.

Wonders of Weather: Splashy rain and rainbows, occasional shooting stars, scheduled meteor showers

Darker Nights: What it says on the tin. I like using torches and fires, and regular nighttime is unrealistically bright for me.

Whiterun Watchtower Doesn't Start Broken: Because why should it?

Cooking Inns and Taverns: Because I need more cooking pots and ESPECIALLY Hearthfire ovens to find.

C.O.I.N.: Adds immersion by changing coins based on where you are. Ancient Nordic coins are going to be worth less than the standard Septim, while Thalmor gold is worth more. There are Dwemer coins.

More Thalmor Dossiers: Makes more lore books on characters to pick up when you're in the embassy. Also has patches for some followers. Very fun.

Bandolier: More carry weight and it looks cool.

Guard Dialogue Overhaul: Gives guards more to say, and changes their opinions of you as you complete quests.

Bandit Lines Expansion: Bandits talk more, 500+ new lines. Spliced, but it sounded smooth to me.

Alternate Start: If you're sick of the standard Helgen entry, THIS. Also the New Beginnings add-on gives even more options.

No Fast Travel: Honestly this is just a me thing, because I use Vitality Mode and want realism. Only go for this if you're like me and it won't frustrate you.

Followers (aka, my party pre-BG3)

Gore by @goredev: A young Imperial mercenary from Cyrodiil, was ambushed by Thalmor because of some traitorous members of his band. Absolute sweetheart, riveting story, fantastic found family vibes all around. 10/10 would kill for him. Updates often, so check the mod page every now and then after install.

Inigo: An indigo Khajiit who put himself in prison because he thinks he killed you. Amazing banter, very cheeky, comes with his own whistle-signal mechanics. You can buy him a horse if you have the right patch! (He interacts with Lucien right out the gate and has a banter patch with Auri)

Lucien Flavius: An Imperial scholar from Cyrodiil with a myriad of unique mechanics, letting you teach him your own skills in order to customize his battle style. He's in Skyrim looking for a (custom made, well-implemented) Dwemer dungeon. The lad has a MILLION compatibility patches that let him comment on all sorts of mods. (Interacts with Auri right out the gate)

Auri by @sotgofficial: A Bosmer from Valenwood who's having a lot of culture shock in Skyrim (where she's from, canonically, her people are cannibals and don't harm plants—she HATES Faendal with a seething passion). A fantastic character (and archer), a heartwrenching story, openly poly and likes to tease. Will be a little annoyed/depressed until you do her personal quest, so I recommend chipping away at that as you travel. I usually use her with the Refined Auri replacer.

Taliesin by @dynamite124, voiced by @nevermorepjm: My personal favorite, an Altmer and former Thalmor agent you help after he's been mortally wounded. Lots of sassy and witty dialogue, bursting with personality, changes his opinion of you over the course of the main quest. Please I'm begging you watch his trailer.

Khash by @rabbittwinrithings: Darling little Argonian teenager you can take along with you. Doesn't get sarcasm, speaks her mind often, can be coaxed into talking about her past—that's not a typical Argonian name, is it? Resident gremlin alongside Auri.

Back to normal stuff, visuals

Tempered Skins for Males/Females: Gives a decent look without airbrushing everyone because I am SO sick of airbrushing everyone... There are dicks in the setup screen (when you set whether you want them or not), beware.

Improved Eyes: Just a little tweak.

Brows: Another little tweak.

Subliminal Traps: Makes traps less obvious. It's masochistic, yes, but I like my immersion.

Awesome Potions Simplified: You look at these and tell me they aren't the coolest looking potion bottles you've ever seen.

#ask bee #skyrim #long post #this is my current follower party but sometimes i add in xelzaz or caryalind #really depends on my run

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 1 year

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chi-yu is so babey… we need cute chi-yu headcanons

Oh fuck yeah we sure do. I don’t have much but uhhh here-

Chi-Yu gets easily jealous if its trainer is focused on another Pokémon and will “swim” between them, glowing and making flashy fiery displays to get their undivided attention.

I hc the Ruinous quartet dislikes being inside pokeballs (to be sealed away for a long time and then freed..only to get sealed inside something smaller would be quite bothersome), so if Chi-Yu’s out and about, it’ll turn into its beads and let its trainer wear them like a bracelet.

The only problem is that everyone around them will stare at them like “WOW they have gucci”.

Can make its flames look like paper to fool enemies.

Ironically doesn’t mind swimming in water. It’ll just make it boiling hot.

Before the kingdom’s destruction, a village worshipped the Treasures of Ruin as saviors from the tyrannical king.

Chi-Yu was well-acquainted with the children there. They used to call it “Splashy” (hence its cry).

It only trusts kids who weren’t spoiled brats or were too young to grasp complex concepts like envy.

#i have many thoughts of this fishy #so ty for helping me get em out #clanask #anonymous #pokemon #pokemon scarvi #chi-yu #treasures of ruin #chi yu #headcanons

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number-one-shadisper-shipper · 11 months

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Happy Wholesome Sonic and Tails Wednesday!

I wanted to share a cute little oneshot I wrote about Sonic and Tails not long after they first started wandering around together. This story is based on/inspired by @skimmingmilk's wonderful origin story "Chart a Course to Second Chances" from their Sometimes the Picket Fence Isn't Perfect series. I loved the portrayal of Classic Sonic's mutism and Tails's backstory and trauma. This oneshot is mostly just fluff, though. Enjoy!

A Little Fox with Messy Fur

(Sonic is 11 and Tails is around 3 or 4)

It had been a busy day. Sonic and Tails had destroyed a whole batch of Eggman robots and chased him out of a nearby town. Now they were making their way back to their latest campsite in the woods.

Tails gestured to a small creek they were walking past and made splashy motions and sounds. He liked to swim around to relax sometimes. Sonic's chest tightened slightly at the thought of water, but he nodded and they walked over. Anything for his buddy. It wasn't deeper than wading height, even for little Tails, but Sonic still opted to stay on the bank while he jumped in and splashed around.

Sonic kept a sharp eye on him to make sure he didn't end up in any trouble. Honestly, Tails was probably a better swimmer than him. Mostly since he couldn't swim at all. But something could still happen.

Tails soon grew tired of splashing and finished by rubbing out his fur a bit in the water, something akin to a bath without soap. He crawled out of the creek and shook vigorously. Sonic jumped out of the splash zone, wrinkling his nose. Water. Bleah.

Tails wrung himself out. Once he was sure there was no more threat of getting wet, Sonic reached into his backpack and pulled out their shared towel. Tails was content to let Sonic rub him dry.

As he dried his little buddy, Sonic noticed how tangled up his fur was getting. A few tufts came off in the towel, which was... probably normal? It was shedding season. At least, he thought so. That really only applied to animals with fur, so he wasn't sure. He occasionally lost and grew back quills, but he didn't really shed.

Sonic frowned as he finished drying him. The "bath" really hadn't done much good. Tails's fur was too matted to really clean it well. Even when Sonic had first met the little guy, his fur had been dirty and matted.

How long had he been on his own before Sonic came along?

Sonic paused. He'd never thought about how hard fox fur must be to take care of. His own quills were quick to bounce back into place with a shake or two. Sometimes things got stuck in them, little twigs or leaves or debris, and then he'd have to sit and pick them out, but besides that his pelt was pretty low-maintenance.

Tails, on the other hand... he looked a little scruffy. Part of that was that his fur was now sticking out in all sorts of directions from Sonic's rubdown. But even in general, all the robot battling and sleeping in the woods was taking its toll.

Well, if his little friend needed more care, he'd just have to help him out. No one else was looking after him, so he'd made that his job until he could find someone else. Someone who'd be able to care for him right.

Truth be told, he didn't really want to think that far ahead. He would miss the little whir flying along behind him.

He shook his head. This wasn't the time to worry about that. Right now he needed to get this taken care of. He motioned Tails to follow him towards a village he'd spotted on his last scouting run. Surely they could buy a fur brush there.

Tails trotted happily along beside him, making little noises to himself. Some of them sounded almost like words. Sonic felt a small pang as he realized that surely the toddler should be talking by now. Maybe if he had a real family, someone who talked to him, he'd have picked it up already.

Sonic hadn't talked in a while. He didn't really feel like it, although he kept up such a loud monologue in his head it felt like spilling over a lot. But even when he tried, he found his voice just wouldn't come. Part of it was that people overwhelmed him a little. They asked too many questions and never seemed to like his answers for some reason. Part of it was everything he'd been through with Eggman. He hated to admit it, but yeah, having to deal with all the horrid stuff Eggman put him through was a lot for an eleven-year-old.

But Tails should have a chance to talk. Maybe Sonic'd try a little harder to get the words to come out. Sometimes he almost felt like he could speak around him. It was the first time he'd felt truly comfortable with someone.

They reached the village. As they got closer, Tails slowed and cowered behind him. Sonic understood. He wasn't super keen to be around a lot of people either. Plus, he knew Tails hadn't really had great experiences with others. When he'd met him, some older kids were bullying him, and he'd had to step in to stop it. Even after the kit started following him around, it took a while to get him to actually come close, or to let him touch him at all. Now Sonic could give him gentle shoulder pats or fur ruffles or even carry him sometimes, but they were still working on it.

Speaking of... Sonic paused to look at Tails, still hiding behind him. He wouldn't make him go into the village if he was scared, but he also knew he didn't like being out of his sight for long. Maybe... He held out his paw and grinned. Tails smiled a bit and put his own tiny paw in his, a little reassurance that Sonic'd be looking after him. They walked into the village together, making their way to the square.

Once they'd walked around a bit, Tails felt safe enough to let go of his hand and wander around a tiny bit. He got distracted by some sort of organizing machine nearby. Sonic chuckled internally. By the time he'd finished shopping, Tails would probably have the whole machine figured out and could build his own. He was such a smart little dude.

Sonic made sure to keep an eye on him as he wandered through the market stands. He still had to make sure no one would mess with his friend. If they did, well... there would be trouble.

He finally spotted a brush at one of the stands. He waved to get the attention of the person who ran it and motioned to the brush. He also decided to grab a comb, just in case. Maybe it'd help him with his quills too.

He gave the guy a handful of rings and glanced back at Tails, who was still watching the machine in awe. Sonic started to walk over to him, but paused. He still had some rings... and he'd walked by a stand selling candy a few minutes ago. He grinned. While Tails was still distracted, he bought a small bag of mints. They were the kit's favorite treat. He tucked them away before Tails could see. It'd make a nice surprise later.

He waved to Tails and motioned him to follow. They left the village. Tails bounced happily along, moving his fingers and drawing in the air to make what looked like could be math equations? He was probably still figuring out the machine and making plans to improve it.

Man, if only everyone knew how awesome he was, he'd have folks lining up to give him a home. It was so stupid how no one could see past his extra tail.

They got back out to their campsite. Tails sat down in an soft patch of grass. Sonic pulled out the fur brush and held it up. Tails' eyes flickered between him and the brush and he pulled back a bit, curling his knees to his chest. Had he ever seen one before? Maybe it looked threatening. Sonic smiled reassuringly and mimed brushing his own quills. See? It's okay.

Tails remained curled up, but he relaxed a little. Sonic knelt down beside him and reached out with the brush slowly. He intended to give it him and let him use it, but the kit simply stared, making no move to take it. Right. He was still a toddler. He probably didn't really know how to do it himself anyways.

Sonic softly touched the brush against his shoulder. Tails eyed it suspiciously and pulled away from the contact. Sonic pulled the brush back, and gave him another friendly grin and a thumbs-up. Tails relaxed and allowed him to reach the brush out again.

Sonic touched the brush against him again. Once Tails was okay with it, he moved the brush over his fur slightly. Tails stared curiously as he ran the brush down his arm a few times before moving to his back. Within moments, Tails was purring and leaning into the brush like a kitten getting petted. Sonic smiled.

It took a bit, but the tangles started coming out. Sonic had to slow down for the really knotty bits, switching to the comb for some parts. Tails was surprisingly patient with the process, especially when Sonic made little motions to let him know he was getting to a rough spot so the tug wouldn't surprise him.

As he reached Tail's tails, the little fox pulled away. He clutched them tightly against his chest, staring at Sonic with his forehead furrowed.

Oh yeah. He was very protective of his tails. Sonic'd seen the bullies yanking on them when he'd first rescued him. Even now people looked at them funny. To be fair, it was unique, but that was no excuse for anyone to be mean to him.

Sonic stepped back, nodding to show him he'd respect his boundaries. Tails glanced down, then stared up at Sonic with complete and utter trust in his eyes. He uncurled slowly and moved his tails where Sonic could reach them. Sonic smiled. He'd be extra careful.

He finished brushing him and stepped back to survey his work. Still not perfect, but definitely better. He didn't look like a stray anymore. He looked like someone was taking care of him.

Sonic grinned and gave Tails a thumbs up. Tails looked down at himself and ran his fingers through his fur. They didn't snag or anything.

Tails smiled at him. "T'anks!"

Sonic almost jumped at the first real word he'd heard him speak. He was picking things up. Good for him!

He wanted to reply, to say something, anything back. His lips formed the words "You're welcome," but no sound came out. He bit back a feeling of disappointment and tried again. This time, something did come out. It wasn't words, and it stung his throat a little, but it was a noise. A cheerful grunt. And it was more than he'd said in a long time.

Tails blinked his big eyes. A tiny purr rumbled in his chest. He'd seemed to understand that Sonic was pleased with his speaking. Sonic gave him an enthusiastic thumbs up and pulled out the bag of mints. Now was as good a time as any.

Tails squeaked and happily sat back to stuff the candy in his mouth. Sonic grinned. Man, he loved this little guy.

Wait, love?

Oh shoot.

He was attached now.

Thank you for reading!

#wholesome sonic and tails wednesday #wstw #sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #sonic #sonic and tails #tails #fluff #they're brothers your honor #sonic fic #fanfic #writing #fanfiction writer

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