#squeak is my boy so... yes! he is the quality of this

[smurfettxyz]

My apocalypse team 😎

I don't think I would survive 🤡 But I would try my best not to turn into a zombie like Buster

Barley is the doctor because I want him on my team anyway. ( The same for 8 bit)

Bull and rosa are good fighters, i know El primo is good too but i like these two more than him. Sorry primo.

Buster is the First to die Because... well everyone know why..

Squeak is sooo cute right? Well well... of course i don't let him die, anyway he Will be safe here with meeee.

I don't know Exactly what "brains" mean But i Just I put it there because I didn't really understand what "brains" meant.

Colt can be a good team leader? Well i don't know But i think yes Of course! He is a sheriff so he can be a leader too! Like Rick of "The walkind Dead" haha.

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

fem!reader being a voyeur when sub!ethan is masturbating while moaning her name repeatedly, and she gets really turned on. she decides to make her presence known and help him out. lots of dirty talk and praise please 🙏

thank you so much!

I hope you like this! I totally left it open for a part 2 if you want it lmao, my bad🫠

Come & Go - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: When you forgot something at Ethan and Chad's apartment, you discover that your friend thinks about you when he's alone.

Contains: Voyeuristic!Reader, oral - m recieving, male masturbation, hand job. Friends to lovers trope(yes, again. I'm so sorry but I love a friends hooking up scenario.)

A/N: Ya girl is back with the cliffhangersssss. 🙃 If y'all want a 2nd part, let me know💕

On your way to your morning class, you noticed your backpack felt lighter than usual. You soon realized that your laptop was missing, because you’d left it at Ethan and Chad’s the night before when you were studying with the two boys.

You always ran into Chad on the way to your first class, so you stood and waited for him where your paths usually crossed, hoping you’d see him. You thought about texting Ethan, knowing he didn’t have a morning class, but you noticed Chad walking your way when you were about to pull your phone out.

“Hey, what’s up?” he asked, noticing the slight look of panic on your face.

“I left my laptop at your apartment last night. Can I borrow your key? Or should I text Ethan?” you asked, as Chad started to shake his head.

“Whatever you do, don’t text Ethan. He get’s so grumpy when he doesn’t have a morning class and someone wakes him up,” you laughed a little at Chad’s words as he pulled his key ring out of his pocket and slid off the apartment key. “He might not get mad if it’s you, though,” he smirked, handing you the key.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you questioned, as he put his hands up in front of him.

“Nothing, just…He has a soft spot for you,” he said, as you rolled your eyes.

“Whatever, I’ll give this back to you at lunch,” you said, turning on your heels to head in the opposite direction towards their apartment.

You kept thinking about Chad’s comment about Ethan having a soft spot for you, but you had one for him, too. You’d had a crush for the longest time but didn’t know how to talk to him about it because you were so close. His dorky little qualities were so cute to you, and he was always so playful and sweet to you.

When you made it to the front door of the apartment, you unlocked the door and slowly opened it, knowing how it can squeak if it’s opened too quickly. After you closed it, you started to tiptoe across the floor, trying to be as quiet as you could. You tried to remember the last place you had it, and after checking the kitchen and living room, the only other place was Ethan’s room.

You stood outside his cracked door, debating if you should try to sneak in and grab it without waking him, but you knew he’d probably wake up and be absolutely terrified when he noticed someone was in his room. You didn’t have the chance to think about it much longer, as you heard him start to move around a little. You took a deep breath and backed away, not wanting to seem like a total creep that was just lurking outside of his door if he happened to walk out of his room.

He didn’t though, and you started to hear him whimpering. Your curiosity got the best of you, stepping back towards the door and peaking through the small crack. Your eyes grew wide when you saw him on his bed shirtless, his sweatpants pulled halfway down his thighs, and his hand wrapped around his hard cock. He was slowly stroking himself when your bottom lip went in between your teeth at the sight.

Your panties started to get damp when his hand movements sped up, moans starting to slip past his lips.

“Fuck, just like that, baby,” he said, his eyes shut. He was obviously imagining someone, and you were curious who he thought about that way. Your question was soon answered when you heard your name.

“Fuck,” you whispered to yourself, wondering how long he’d been thinking about you like this.

Then, he opened his eyes and reached over to his phone that was lying on the bed beside him. You soon recognized the video he was playing, the one from when you and your friends had recently gone on a weekend trip. You shared a room with Ethan, Chad and Tara, and he wouldn’t stop picking on you the entire time. He snatched your phone out of your hand that day, and used his height against you as he held your phone above his head. You started to beg him for it, his name sounding whiney as it rolled off your tongue.

He'd regularly masturbated to the video, because he loved the way you sounded, and the way your cleavage was slightly exposed from your low-cut shirt. At the end of the video, you tackled him onto the bed and straddled him as you tried to get your phone back, and that was always the part that made him cum. He was a virgin, after all. It didn’t take much.

He kept stroking as you watched him, his eyes starting to close again as he listened to the way you sounded and pretended you were there with him, giving him the pleasure he was feeling. The throbbing between your legs was starting to get unbearable as he kept moaning and gasping your name the closer he got. Part of you wanted to walk in and help him out with it, but how could you explain yourself, and what if he got embarrassed? You didn’t want him to feel that way for thinking dirty thoughts about you.

He looked like he was starting to get frustrated, like he was so close to cumming but couldn’t. You felt a little sad for him, but also for yourself, because you were desperate to see him cum.

 You decided to push away any thoughts of the negative reaction he may have as you eased the door open further and walked in. His eyes shot open, and he quickly grabbed a blanket to cover himself and fumbled with his phone to pause the video.

“This isn’t what it looks like,” he rushed out, his eyes refusing to meet yours.

“So, you weren’t just jerking off to a video you took of me?” you questioned, a smirk playing on your lips as his cheeks started to turn red.

“Uh, how long were you out there?” he asked, as you started to blush. You quickly got your confidence back, though, not wanting the moment to be any more awkward than he was already making it.

“Long enough,” you giggled, sitting on the side of his bed, “Do you want some help with that?”

“No..wait, yes…,” his eyes finally connected to yours as he tripped over his words, not sure what the right answer would be.

“Which is it, baby?” you asked, your hand rubbing against his thigh as he started to pull the blanket away.

“Please touch me,” he sighed, the cool air against his painfully hard cock giving him chills.

You leaned over to kiss him first, his nervousness clear as he tried to kiss you back. He got the hang of it soon enough, even getting confident enough to fight your tongue for dominance as you made out. You let him win the fight, as his tongue moved against yours inside your mouth. When you pulled away to focus on his cock, his teeth bit your bottom lip, the action making you even more wet.

“You want my hand? Or my mouth?” He groaned at your question, because he’d thought about both, and always wondered how it would feel.

“Maybe your hand first,” he said, as you nodded and reached over, taking his erection in your hand. He looked between your eyes and your hand as you started to move, almost in disbelief that this was even happening.

"Hey, look at me," you said, your tone full of lust as his eyes stayed on yours. "Does that feel good baby?" he nodded, "Do you think about me like this a lot?"

"Always. Ever since we first met," he said, your hand speeding up a little. "You're just so fucking hot."

"Why didn't you say anything? You know how many times we could've hooked up by now?" your words made him groan, regretting not saying something sooner. "I can't wait to taste your cum."

It didn’t take long before he was whimpering, the sweet boy falling apart in front of you as he tried to hold back. He didn’t want to cum too quick, because he didn’t want to seem like the loser virgin he felt like he was, and he really wanted to feel your mouth.

“Okay..uh, can you suck it?” he mumbled out, making you laugh as you leaned down and licked the precum dripping out of his tip. “Fuck.”

You repositioned yourself on the bed so you were laying on you tummy in between his parted legs, his eyes staring into yours as he anticipated your next move.

“I’ll suck your cock, but I want to hear you moan my name again when I do.”

“Oh fuck,” he groaned as his cock started to slip past your lips that were still swollen from the heated kiss. "God your mouth feels so good."

You reached up and grabbed one of his hands that was gripping his sheets and put it on your head as you took him further back in your mouth. He wanted to grip your hair, but he wasn’t sure if that would make you uncomfortable, and he didn’t want you to stop, so he decided to run his fingers through it. You were unsatisfied with his lack of showing you how good he was feeling, so you started to hum. The simple vibrations made his hips jolt, his cock hitting the back of your throat. He grabbed a handful of your hair when you gagged around him, not too hard, but enough to make you moan.

Your name kept flying out of his mouth as his grip got even tighter, his salty precum on your tongue as he started to get close.

“Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me cum,” he whimpered, as you took him as far in your mouth as you could, the gagging sending him over the edge. “Fuck fuck fuck,” he groaned, his eyes not looking away from you as you sucked every last drop he had to offer out of his cock.

You sat up to look at him, a grin on your face as you took in his fucked-out expression.

“That was amazing,” he said, as you started to snuggle up beside him. He laid there, trying to figure out the best way to ask you if he could return the favor, but every string of words that ran through his head had him rolling his eyes at how inexperienced he was.

“What are you thinking about?” you asked, listening to his heartbeat.

“Uh…would you be against me doing something…um, for you?” he finally got out, making you laugh a little.

“You can, but we’ll have to do it later. I need to get to my next class. I forgot my laptop earlier,” you said, as he glanced over to his desk and saw it sitting there.

“Wait, how’d you get in here?” he asked, as you slid Chad’s key out of the pocket of your jeans. “Ah, okay.”

“I really hate that I have to cut this short, but you have a class to get to as well,” you said, standing up and sliding off his bed onto your feet. “But I’m really looking forward to you making that up to me.”

He smiled at your words as you leaned down to kiss him, before grabbing your laptop and leaving to get to your next class.

The sexual frustration was looming over your head. You couldn’t wait for Ethan to take care of you. As you listened to your professor talk, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You pulled it out to see a text from Ethan.

Ethan: Chad has a late class tonight, you should come over.😘

Your pussy started to throb as you read the text, and you knew how hard it would be to keep your composure for the rest of the day, especially when he’d be at lunch with you and your friends in less than an hour.

You: Is 5 okay?

Ethan: That gives me plenty of time to do all the things I want to do to you. See you soon, baby😏

[joenotexotic99]

Hello! I just saw your Sub!Five post and I must say it's a masterpiece! Is there any possibility you can write some more? Us Doms are running on crumbs for Sub!Five lol.

A/n: I am soooo sorry this took so long love. My life as been a roller coaster these last few weeks and I have had so much writer's block. However I really do hope I have delivered some quality content <3

Five Hargreaves x F!reader

Warnings: hard-ish Dom reader sub!five, language, smut, I was partially high while writing some of this (don't do drugs,) use of handcuffs and blindfold, hand job, unprotected sex (it won't harm her to wear some armor) oral sex f! Receiving. 

Summary: five didn't come home when he promised.

Word count: 1.5k

Five didn't come home on time.

Five promised you that he would be home by the time dinner was ready. Before he left earlier that day you explicitly remember him saying that's when he would get home.

And yet dinner has already been over with and done. You even cleaned up the table. Put away the leftovers, clean and washed the dishes. Putting them in the dishwasher. Cleaned and swept the kitchen. Took a shower and brushed your teeth. You put on your pajamas for the night. And now you sat on the couch re-watching an old show. Day turned night.

Still five was yet to return home. He lied. He lied to you. He could be anywhere right now, in any time period for that matter. But at this very moment he was supposed to be in your shared home. Now here you were, alone. You trust him enough to know how to handle himself and hold his own. Therefore he should know that actions have consequences.

As you stared at the TV mounted to your wall you heard the oh so familiar squeak of the front door opening followed by five setting down his briefcase and removing his shoes. 

Rounding the corner into the living room he immediately saw you under the soft light of the lamp with an expression on your face that was anything but joy. It took five a solid second to realize what he had done. Before he squeezed his eyes shut and ran his hands over his face and through his hair.

"Shit I'm sorry"

You got up off the couch before slowly making your way to him. Talking as you walked.

"You're sorry?" You scoffed

"God yes I'm so sorry. Time slipped and I didn't reali-" 

"What time did you say you would get home?" You asked keeping your voice calm

"Before dinner" five said, keeping his head down

"That's right. Now you see dinner was at six thirty. And what time is it now?" You asked now infront of five

Five checked his wrist watch before continuing.

"Ten" five swallow the lump in his throat. Still staring down at his feet

"Look at me five." You said lifting up his head with your fingers "So you're admitting that you didn't do as promised?" You continued to ask

"Yes" five said quietly

"And what happens when you break the rules like this?" You already know the answer but hearing him say it is simply so so much better.

"I get punished" 

"Mhhmh, so you think that you deserved to get punished?" You asked. Making sure he consented.

"Yes" he said, voice still ever so quiet

"What was that?" you said, teasing him.

"yes I do think I deserved to be punished"

"Good, now I'm going I'm going to finish this episode and you are going to walk up to the bedroom and take off every clothing item off your body. And if you're good I might let you choose what punishment you think you deserve. Sounds good to you baby boy?" You explained, walking back to the couch and getting back cozy under the blanket you had.

Five nodded before making his way to the stairs and disappearing into the bedroom.

If you're honest you didn't pay much attention to the rest of the episode. Nonetheless you waited and waited. You even watched one more for good measure. And to your surprise you didn't hear one whine or complain from upstairs.

After a good solid forty-five minutes passed you dug for the remote to pause the show and turn off the TV. Removing the blanket and leisurely walking your way to the bedroom. You opened the door to see five in the middle of the bed leaning against the headboard.

As expected he didn't seem so pleased

"I don't think you just finished one episode"

You walk towards the closet to get out the old case file box that was now filled with things much more fun than files. You picked out a nice pair of handcuffs before pulling out a few different colors of blind folds. Before making your way to five.

"Doesn't feel nice waiting for longer than you have to, does it?"

Five lower his head down before mumbling a quiet "no"

You laid the silk blindfolds down next to five before looking up.

"I didn't hear a single complaint when I was downstairs. And because of that you can pick one of these blindfolds" 

Five surveyed over his choices before picking up his pick and handing it to you.

"Red, perfect" you said as you kissed his head. Putting away the rest of the blindfolds.

"Now do you think that you deserved to be cuffed?" You asked, turing back to five

Five nodded and hummed before you dug your guy's favorite pair. The cuffs were thick and smooth black leather that was held by a silver chain and extended to be able to clip to the headboard.

You took his wrist and slid his hands through the cuffs before tightening it snug.

"How does that feel my sweet boy?"

"good"

You hummed in response before lifting his hands up to clip it to the small hook you have on your bed frame.

You went to straddle his lap before taking his head in your hands and laying a sweet kiss to his lips. Leaning back you took the silk cloth and tied the blindfolds across five.

"Color?" You asked

"Green" five responded

"Wonderful"

You slid off of five's lap to remove the pajamas you had put on earlier whilst you waited for five to return home. Before situating back to where you were moments earlier.

You slowly creeped your hand down five's torso. Feeling the muscles of his abdomen move under your fingertips. You continued the descent down his body until you were met with the tip of his cock.

Slowly you took a light hold of it and ran your thumb over the slit spreding the pre cum. You watched five's Adam apple bob as he swallowed. You took your time moving your hand up and down his dick. Never moving your hand fast enough to make him finish. Instead five begged you to move your hand faster. Pleases rolled off his tongue. Each time you denied. Continuing your slow, agonizing pace.

Eventually your movements came to a halt. Depriving five of his already little amount of friction he was getting.

"Whycha stop?" Five said breathlessly

You didn't reply, instead you simply raised yourself up before sinking down onto his cock.

Five cried out from shock and pleasure. His hands fought against the handcuffs, wanting to touch you. Let you know that he was yours and yours only.

You weren't slow this time. You fucked him with an eager pace. Moaning out. You leaned down into fives neck. Kissing and biting. Making hickies that you knew five was going to beg later to have you cover up. 

You made your way with your mouth to his ear.

"You will not come until I say you can" you whispered.

All poor five could do was whine a pathetic 'ok' 

You continued your pace. Up and down. Taking your breasts into your hands. It made even better knowing how much five loved them You didn’t stop till way after you finished.

You didn't stop until you could see how much five was struggling to hold back and not finish without you telling him that he could.

"You think you've learned your lesson pretty boy?" You said while slowing down your pace

"Yes yes I have. I've learned my lesson." Five said on the brink of tears

"Will it happen again?"

"No it won't, I promise. Never" five stated

You picked up your previous pace. Fast and hard. It drove five wild. It was overwhelming delicious pleasure. Nothing short of filthy satisfaction.

"You can come five" you announced

And it was over. Five spilled into you. His mouth opened with no sound coming out. You let him ride his high. Stopping when you could tell it was becoming too much. 

You reached over to the bedside table to grab the key and get five out of the cuffs. Then you took off the blind fold.

It took five a second to adjust to the light before his eyes met yours. You took his wrist into your hand making sure he was alright.

"Thank you" he said out of breath.

You smiled before leaning down and giving him a peck on the lips. Then proceed to get off and lay next to where he was.

"Well you gonna clean me up?" You asked

Five chuckled before moving between your legs and diving down lapping up your arousal. The taste of both him and you on his tongue. He may have come home too late but at least his meal is delectable.

[cook1emadness]

YOUR HONOR!

EHEM EHEM *REMOVING THE CAPTIONS*

I've been starving to see more side/background characters in madness combat 😔

Please! Could you do anything for Jorge and church?

Or the Fanatics Or the Bandits?

Anything you're comfortable with!!

Not sure if it should be romantic or platonic though

OK, JORGE AND CHURCH!! MY DUMB BELOVED IDITOTS!!! GET OVER HERE!!!

This one is going to be romantic ;]

Your honor, are you prepared. . .

Jorge And Church, The G03LM Duo!!!!

Romance~:

Oh boy, these guys, were confident as fuck when they confessed to you, because they believe you 100% say yes.... and you did(if you said no, church would be hurt as fuck and in denial)

Anyway, basically, church and jorge are your bodyguards, but chaotic, making you the most sane person in the world... sort of.

Now, I think jorge and church would always show of their skills. Yes, even their muscles. If you compliment them or praise them a little, they're confidence boost up ALOT.

Being in a relationship with them, you gotta be affectionate. These guys not only love the compliments, but they LOVE hugs you give them even if church denies it. Jorge won't. He knows he's deserves it.

Everyone can tell they're in a relationship with you. Why? Because they always keep showing off their lover, aka you.(sanford and deimos were unamused).

For church, his nicknames for you are mostly pip squeak or mouse, sometimes shortie. Meanwhile, for jorge, it's similar but may call you by your nickname that your parents or family member came up( sorry if your nickname is to embarrassing for you).

Despite being stubborn, they would sometimes listen to you, but the moment your not around, CHAOS!! which is why everyone in the MERC always call you. Your basically like an owner.

Forgot to mention that they get jealous, especially if you happen to know sanford or deimos.

You have to reassure them that you love them and no one else. Why? Because Church and Jorge may or may not try to kill that poor grunt.

The dates are mostly the cafeteria, them taking you to fast food places, even if alotvfucked up shit is going on and most importantly playfights, don't worry they go easy on you and maybe bully you a little.

Oh boy, if a random idiot hurts you, they better start running and trying to hide because good lord, they don't let shit slide. I kid you not, if they can track sanford and deimos. They can find that poor fool instant.

Now jorge and church have the same love language. For both physical touch, both would love to feel your arms trying to wrap around them, they find it funny and they like to have you close to them, it makes them feel better than your safe with them.

If they had a second love language, I think it would be quality time, I can imagine them trying to get your attention while you watch to listen to them either rant or show off, maybe even playfights.

Despite being rude and cocky, they both love you even if you are small or big. They love you... plus, they give a shirt that says, "Size matters." :D

I hope you like this one, I might do bandits or fanatics, but I have other requests to finish, so I hope you have a good day and night

[dubiousduskwight]

Day 1: Steer

When he was a kid and things had been better, Rorogino’s mother had made a point of telling bedtime stories to he and his siblings in that fraction of years when they were young enough to demand and be enthralled by such moments. She never told them anything of Sharlayan origin; after the first few attempts, the attitude among the Papagino family was that stories should be about more than excelling at schoolwork and certainly shouldn’t require footnotes. Instead, they settled on the kind of insomnia-inducing Gridanian beditme story about clever boys and girls coming upon wildlings and witches in the woods. Though menaced by dark magics and a dangerous forest, quick wits let them bargain with their foes and good hearts let them get what they wanted while skirting the consequences and reach their happy ending.

At the time, he’d loved those stories. Twenty years, one expulsion, and two major changes in life circumstances later, and he was now of the opinion that the kids in those tales were a pack of worthless ingrates.

“You’re asking too much,” Emyr said. Rorogino wasn’t looking at him, focused on comparing the small cameo portrait he held in one hand and sketching out its likeness across canvas with a cheap piece of charcoal in the other, but he could hear the quiver in the man’s voice, and guessed that his hands trembled in his lap. It wasn’t fear in Emyr’s tone, he was certain of that.

“I’m asking exactly what I said I’d ask, what we agreed on, what you paid for.” He squinted at the cameo, taking in the details of a handsome-looking elezen, with strong ears, sharp nose, and a warm and friendly expression, even with a set mouth, that one didn’t often see in miniature. Granted, his chin was a bit on the absent side, but perhaps the artist had missed a detail somewhere. He was somebody that almost certainly wouldn’t be seen anywhere near Emyr’s scraggly ass in any other circumstance. “Do you want it or not?” “I do!” Emyr looked up from his hands in protest, trying to catch Rorogino’s gaze. “But I can’t even get close enough to converse, most days, just a few scant words, and he’s always got his staff, they’re watching – I don’t think I can get it, Gino, not this time.”

Heaving a heavy and deep sigh, Rorogino put his charcoal away, set the cameo where it would fit on the tiny stand that he kept near his canvas, and rubbed his broad forehead. He swivelled in his stool, which gave a loud squeak in protest, and looked up at Emyr, scrutinizing him with bright blue eyes. There wasn’t much worthwhile about the man except his net worth: His father had done well in copper speculation and landed them comfortably in the middle tier of the Monetarists, and Emyr was content to live on the family wealth and waste it to the best of his ability. His hands shook, his eyes were constantly bloodshot, his voice had a quality not unlike that of a frightened shrew, and his chin and cheeks seemed scarred from a disease in his youth. Fortunately, his personality was repellent to compensate. Rorogino had no doubt he would do well in an unhappy marriage in his distant future, and wished he could deal with that version of Emyr instead of this one.

Nevertheless, this was the version that had paid him half up-front, as prompted, and he would very much like to have the other half in his possession, thank you very much. Aetherially-conductive paints were expensive in the best of times.

“Tell me about his eyes.” The prompt made Emyr blink in surprise, his eyes shining and watery enough to drop a tear.

“What?”

“His eyes, tell me about them. The cameo’s too small,” He lied, “And all I can see are a couple of black dots.”

“Yes, well. They’re a sort of a brown, but not so dark as that. Leaning into amber.” As Emyr spoke, Rorogino watched the man’s hands where they lay in his lap, trembling. “They’re warm,” he said. “Like the rest of his face. And kind. When he told me ‘mind the stairs’ in the ballroom, it felt like my minding them was the only thing that mattered to him. And when he asked for a glass of water?” The trembling had stilled. “The way they squinted around the edges, little wrinkles in the skin like he is wiser than his age. I wish I could show you, Gino.” “Thanks, but I get the picture. I can work out the rest. Now.” Placing his hands on his knees, Gino kept looking straight ahead, only tilting his eyes upwards. “You want those eyes looking at you and nobody else? That’s what you want, right? That’s what you asked for when you came here. That still true?” “Yes,” There was that quiver in his voice again – not fear, but a desperation, that he might not be desired.

“Then get me his godsdamned eyelash. Pigment won’t make itself. And don’t come back until you do.” With another horrible squeak, Rorogino turned back to his canvas. Emyr could see himself out, and, seeing him rise from his chair out of the corner of his eye, was satisfied that he’d do so.

He picked up the cameo again, squinting at the expression in the elezen’s face. Emyr had certainly gotten the color right, but they didn’t seem so warm to Gino. Then again, he’d said the same thing about the last two commissions as well. He was always after warmth. One of these days, one of these men would actually have it.

“Ingrates,” he muttered to himself, thinking back to the old stories. They always got their boon from people like Gino with clever wits and good hearts. One of these days, he thought, he might get a patron with either quality.

[inairbinad]

play me something

I had big plans for @steddie-week, but alas, the last few days have put me through it. So even though I hit a wall with this one, enjoy a little excerpt of my season 2 rewrite (that hopefully I'll finish one day), where Concussed Steve loses any and all ability to hide his giant crush on Eddie.

Day 2 Prompt: Fade to Black, Metallica | 1200 words | Pre-relationship

Before Steve knew what was happening, Eddie hauled him up off the floor of Joyce’s kitchen. Eddie got a solid grip around his waist, then twisted his face towards Steve’s.

“Can you walk?” he asked. Steve liked the way he could feel the little puff of Eddie’s breath on his cheek. He slid his arm around Eddie's shoulders for good measure.

“Think so,” Steve nodded, which set off another round of throbbing pain. He winced, fighting off a wave of nausea, and added, “Don’t let go, though.”

“I won’t,” Eddie promised, and squeezed Steve’s waist tighter. “C’mon, big boy. I gotcha.”

Steve smiled at the nickname, distracted enough to take a minute to realize Eddie was taking him outside instead of towards the couch. “Where are we going?”

“Gotta get out of here before that oaf wakes up,” Eddie nodded towards Billy, passed out on the floor. Steve thought that was probably a good idea.

"You're so strong," Steve marveled, leaning further into Eddie as they made their way into the cool November air. Robin snorted from somewhere behind them, and Eddie chuckled like maybe Steve wasn't making any sense. Steve was about to argue his case, but he saw Max was waiting for them with the car door open.

It was only then that it occurred to Steve that they were stealing Billy’s Camaro. Steve laughed goofily as Eddie helped him fold himself into the back seat, then Robin quickly climbed in beside him. Steve rested his head on her shoulder and focused on not drifting off as the rest of the kids somehow squeezed themselves inside.

“There’s too many people in this car,” Steve pointed out as he watched Mike climb into Dustin’s lap, then as Max and Lucas squashed themselves into the front seat together.

“Thanks, mom,” Mike groused. Robin did the honors of flicking his ear for Steve.

Eddie finally climbed into the driver’s side, then twisted around to check on Steve again. “You okay?”

“Eh,” Steve shrugged, but offered Eddie a small smile. Eddie's grin in return was lopsided, almost fond, and Steve had to reel in the urge to lean over and kiss his rapidly blackening eye better.

That got a little easier when Eddie faced forward and turned the ignition. The sound of electric guitar went screeching through the cabin, and Steve grimaced from the way it made his ears ring anew. Without even having to look at Steve’s face, Eddie quickly turned the volume down with a muttered apology tossed over his shoulder.

Steve wondered if Eddie had ever been concussed before. He would have asked, but he had to focus pretty hard on not throwing up once the car started moving.

“Sorry to say, but I think the only redeeming quality about your step-brother is his taste in music, Red,” Eddie said after a while. Steve hadn’t really been listening, but he wasn’t surprised that whatever Billy had left playing in his tape deck was right up Eddie’s alley.

“You would say that,” Max scoffed, but Steve could see the way she smiled at Eddie across the center console.

“How’s he doing back there, Buckley?” Eddie called back, and Robin squeaked when she saw that he turned around to look for the briefest of moments.

“How are you doing?” Robin countered at a near screech. “Keep your eyes on the road! Steve’s fine!”

“Am I?” Steve groaned, mostly in response to her volume.

“Yes, you are,” Robin insisted, then went back to petting his head in soothing strokes. Steve let himself get lost in that, and the low hum of whatever Billy had been listening to before he came and rocked Steve’s head half to hell with a dinner plate.

“What are we listening to?” Steve asked as Eddie pulled into a gas station. It didn’t immediately strike him as odd that Lucas and Max got out instead of Eddie, and that they didn’t actually seem to be putting gas in the car. He was too busy looking at Eddie’s face as he turned around in the driver’s seat and gave Steve the softest smile he’d ever seen.

“Metallica,” Eddie answered. “For Whom the Bell Tolls, specifically…and ironically. Is it hurting your head?”

Steve didn’t know why that was ironic, but he thought maybe he might get the chance to find out if he kept Eddie talking.

“No,” Steve answered, barely daring to shake his head. He was happy to realize it didn’t make him want to barf anymore. “You just never got the chance to play me something.”

Steve didn’t realize how his voice was positively dripping with affection until he caught Mike making a face at him out of the corner of his eye.

Robin laughed nervously and said, “Geez, dingus. You sound delirious.”

Eddie rolled his eyes at Robin, winked at Steve, and then turned back around so he could fast forward to the next song. The softest of the guitar riffs Steve had heard on this tape so far started up, and he immediately sunk into it like a warm bath.

“How’s that?” Eddie asked, looking back at him again. Like maybe all he really wanted in that moment was to take care of Steve.

“I like it,” Steve said with a dopey smile.

“Good,” Eddie grinned back. Then he pointed his forefinger at Steve, and the streetlight gently glinted off the silver of his skull ring. “Just because this song’s called Fade to Black, don’t get any ideas.”

“I won’t,” Steve promised, feeling the dip of disappointment in his gut when Max and Lucas climbed back into the car, and Eddie had to focus on driving instead of him again. He realized that they were accompanied by the loud sound of sloshing when Eddie pulled back onto the road. “What—?”

Eddie looked almost guilty from what Steve could see from the side of his face, and the way his shoulders hitched up around his ears.

“Where are we actually going?” Steve asked warily, even though he already knew.

“The tunnels,” all the kids said in unison.

“I thought I said no!” Steve tried to sound stern but it came out as more of a whine.

Robin patted his shoulder in sympathy and said, “Your kids overruled us.”

“How?” Steve asked, incredulous. He realized the three of them were outnumbered, but these dweebs were small. “Eds?”

Steve watched Eddie clench his hands around the steering wheel before he answered.

“Look, Stevie,” Eddie said, sounding like he was leveling with him. “I’ll turn around—”

“WHAT?” all the kids, again, yelled together.

“Let me finish!” Eddie hissed over them. Steve appreciated the way he got them to shut the fuck up without yelling. “I think their plan is solid, Steve. I also think even if I do turn around, they’ll knock me and Buckley out and steal this car again the minute I do. Because your children are kind of scary.”

Max looked entirely smug as she turned around and wiggled her eyebrows at Steve from the front seat.

“Steve, you promised to keep us safe,” Dustin cut in with a surprisingly rational tone. He leaned around Robin and looked Steve in the eye as he gave him a pretty convincing puppy dog stare. “He's right. We're doing this either way, but we'd rather do it with you. So keep us safe. Please?”

Steve paused, even though he knew he wasn’t gonna keep arguing the point. They already had the goddamn gas and everything.

“Why are they my kids?” Steve grumbled, and Eddie laughed.

[yannig]

I watched the Eclipse. it was great

I have fewer notes than for PitBabe, but I still have some.

The queer coffee shop was wonderful! And we did not get enough of it!! Also I want one exactly like that in my city.

Akk and Ayan made me understand for the first time the whole "you're pretty when you cry" thing. Boy is Ayan pretty when he cries. What the hell mate. Seriously. I always thought it was weird and now I understand it and it's still weird!

When they come out to Akk's parents. That was. Aaaahhhh! This was the scene that had me squeaking out loud and getting all flustered! The sheer relief in both of their postures, I swear! And the teasing afterward! Instantly welcoming him into the family! AAArgizrkjv!!! This is why I watch queer shows okay. the cute couples and all are great, but this, this is why I watch queer shows (also the coffee shop).

I was expecting them to disband the entire Prefect club to be honest. A bit disappointed they didn't. But at least Akk stepped down. Which was absolutely necessary for his mental health! I'm of the opinion every one should have changed school but hey, that would have contradicted the point of the show, so I understand.

For the first half of the show Ayan felt like a communist character in an American show. I understand it's because we're from Akk's perspective but it was still very funny. That been said, he's pretty good at it. Like yes he reads George Orwell and can quote Montesquieu, but he's also part of the local queer community (the coffee shop), and he helps people around him as soon as he can. Like one of the first things he does (aside from provoking Akk) is helping Thua, the only out gay guy in their class, communicate with this mother, and showing him a place where he can get support and understanding. Like yes he's here to shed light to what happened to his uncle, but he's not neglecting the community around him in the meantime and that's great! Ayan is my baby and i am very proud of him! Though I think he could have profited from asking for help from said community. But overall, his uncle raised him well.

I wished we had gotten a discussion between Akk and Kan about coming to term with your sexuality and admitting to it in public. Those two were going through similar journeys at the same time, there is wasted potential here.

I am not entirely satisfied with the end of the show plot-wise? Like on the emotional side it works (mostly, we're missing the reconciliation between Kan and Thua), but plot-wise I'm only half convinced. Not sure how to explain it though?

I did stopped throughout the show on multiple occasions for second-hand embarrassment reasons. It is probably at least half because they're teenagers, and it does not say anything about the quality of the show (it mostly says things about my emotional fatigue), but it was a bit annoying.

Overall a pretty good show about how evil institutions can push great people to do terrible things. And I fell in love with the main couple (might watch other shows with those two, I understand they're quite popular)!

[celestiall0tus]

Miraculous Salvation - Chapter 12 - Fight

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            Nathalie gathered her papers and looked at the time. It neared seven in the morning. She grinned, grabbed her clipboard, and started her rounds, joined by Plagg. She started with the Tsurugis, discovering they were already up, and their rooms empty. She moved to Audrey’s room and woke her up. Audrey put up a fuss but was quieted at the reminder of breakfast with Colt. She moved to Gabriel’s room, surprised by the lack of sharp liquor. She threw open the curtains as Gabriel stirred.

            “Finally sobering up?” Nathalie asked.

            Gabriel snorted. “Colt confiscated my liquor cabinet key.”

            “Oh, woe be you.”

            “Yes, mock me all you want.”

            “I intend to. Now, get your sodden ass up. I have wonderful news regarding your brand.”

            “Do you now?”

            Nathalie smirked and waved a folder with her papers. She gave him a final glance before she left. She went to check on Colt, who was in his office. He had Chloe sitting in a chair with Felix standing in front of his desk. She cleared her throat, announcing her arrival.

            “Ah, darling Nathalie! Come! See my fine craftsmanship.”

            “What am I looking at?”

            Colt snapped his fingers and Felix’s form changed. Felix’s blonde hair bleached and slicked back like Colt’s. His fair skin paled and the blue Colt eyes turned red. His gray button up shirt turned red and covered over with a black dress vest. His black dress pants and boots remained the same.

            “Again, what am I looking at?” Nathalie asked.

            “We are playing a game, dear Nathalie. Our heroes have retaliated, concealing themselves. So, I thought we could play along. Play the supervillains to their superheroes. Doesn’t that sound fun? You did want us all to have fun, right?”

            “Right. And what fresh mania have you concocted exactly?”

            “That shall be discussed at breakfast. And, Nathalie, I hope your cooks have prepared an American style breakfast because I am absolutely famished.”

            “I shall inform them of the change. Please excuse me.”

            Nathalie retreated from Colt’s office. She headed for the kitchen when she was cut off by Tomoe and Kagami.

            “Don’t you have anything better to be doing? I know I do,” Nathalie spat.

            “Kagami, speak with Nathalie,” Tomoe ordered.

            Kagami gulped and stepped forward. “Could I get Plagg, please?”

            “Kagami! Don’t ask, command.”

            Kagami grimaced. She looked up at Nathalie, who wore a smirk that sent chills down her spine.

            “Give me Plagg… please,” Kagami added with a squeak.

            “Well, since you asked so much nicer than Tomoe does, I see no reason for you not to be with Plagg. In fact, how about a deal, Plagg?”

            Plagg turned his head away.

            “If you spend quality time with little Tsurugi, bonding with her or whatever it is Tomoe wants, I’ll have the entire cheese cellar replaced with nothing but camembert.”

            Plagg straightened as a surprised meow escaped. He bounded from Nathalie’s shoulders, shifting his form mid-air. He landed with a thud, standing over Kagami as a tan-skinned teen boy with shaggy black hair. He was dressed in a black jacket, pants, and shoes with green accents. He stared at her with his alien green eyes and toothy cat grin.

            “I expect that cellar to be nothing but camembert by the end of the day. And keep it stocked up if I’m to keep this up,” Plagg commanded.

            Nathalie bowed and left.

            Kagami reached out for Nathalie when Plagg wrapped an arm around her.

            “Well, well, little Tsurugi, what do you think?”

            “I-,” Kagami started.

            “She’s ok with it. Now, I must speak with Gabriel and Colt. Go sit in the garden and wait until we meet for breakfast,” Tomoe instructed.

            “But-!” Kagami protested.

            “Now,” Tomoe commanded.

            Kagami flinched at Tomoe’s command, then at Plagg scooping her up. She froze as he carried her out to the garden, setting her down at the breakfast table. He plopped down in the seat beside her. They sat in silence for a bit before Plagg spoke.

            “Jeez, calm down there, chatterbox. You’re talking my ear off,” Plagg teased.

            Kagami frowned. “What do you expect of me, exactly?”

            “I don’t know. Isn’t that what you mortals are for? To just do stuff?”

            “Like what?”

            Plagg scoffed. He sulked in his seat, muttering about cheese and boring mortals.

            Annoyance flared in Kagami. “Look, I don’t know what you expect of me, but I’m not some toy for you to play with. I am here to represent my mother, to carry out her wishes, and prove myself. And you are supposed to give me the power to achieve that.”

            “And I have, so why do you expect more of me? Or should I say, why does your mother?”

            “I… I don’t know. And it doesn’t matter. Her word is law. I must obey her at all costs.”

            “Why?”

            “Why? She’s my mother. She brought me into this world, raised me, and made countless sacrifices for me. The very least I could do is obey and never question her.”

            Plagg furrowed his brow. He raised a brow, then burst into laughter.

            “Hey! It’s not funny. Stop laughing!”

            Plagg laughed harder.

            “Would you stop? I’m serious!”

            Plagg took a deep breath, then grinned. “That’s why it’s so funny, little Tomoe. The fact that you actually buy all that crap. Seriously, you mortals are so gullible.”

            Kagami’s jaw dropped. “I am-!”

            “Is everything alright?” Colt asked.

            Fear consumed Kagami. She shut her mouth and sat forward. She glanced up as Colt, Felix, and Chloe all sat down. She looked at Chloe, surprised to see Chloe compliant. It was a complete one eighty from what she’d seen. She hoped it meant Chloe had some sense and was ready to be an adult. She glanced at Felix, then at her hands. She fidgeted with her hands while she stole another glance at Felix. Plagg raised a brow, then smiled.

            “How are you this fine morning, Kagami? Sleep well?” Colt asked.

            Kagami met Colt’s eyes. “I did. Thank you. How are you?”

            “Absolutely marvelous. We have big things to discuss. Luckily, his Grace will be joining us.”

            Plagg rolled his eyes. He sunk in his seat and kicked his legs up onto the table. Colt chuckled and leaned back in his own seat. Kagami frowned and looked at her hands. She listened as Audrey, Gabriel, and Tomoe joined them.

            “Colt, pray tell, how did you get this beast under control?” Audrey asked, pointing to Chloe.

            “Just took a snap of fingers and she fell into line,” Colt mused.

            “Oh, that’s good. Does this mean she’ll be taking Zoe’s place?”

            “Indeed. I preferred her more than your child daughter. A far better fit for my Felix,” Colt remarked.

            Kagami’s head shot up. Anger flared at the declaration. A better fit for Felix? What did Colt mean? Why did it bother her? She hadn’t spoken to Felix; Tomoe hadn’t allowed it after all. She wasn’t allowed to be with any boy alone, with the clear exception of whatever Plagg was doing. It still made her upset, but why?

            “What’s with the surprised look, Kagami?” Colt asked.

            “Huh? Oh! Um… that Chloe would be a better fit for Felix. Chloe is quite the rebel. She had kidnapped me once with the assistance of Zoe and Adrien.”

            Plagg purred. “Are you sure that’s all, little Tsurugi?”

            “I’m positive. Chloe doesn’t seem like a good match, no matter how she appears now.”

            “I agree,” Tomoe added.

            “Well, Tomoe, I hate-,” Colt started.

            “To interrupt, but I have something to share with Gabriel,” Nathalie interjected.

            “Oh? What news do you bring, darling Nathalie?” Colt asked.

            Nathalie smiled and dropped the folder in front of Gabriel. “I have picked a female face for your brand. A fresh, young model that would breathe new life into your dying brand.”

            Audrey snickered. “He’s going to need more than some pretty face.”

            “Then he’s in luck. It’s not just any pretty face. A rising internet model with millions of followers. Almost like she was the world in the palm of her hand. Wrapped around her pinky.”

            Audrey’s face fell. “Wait, you don’t mean-?”

            “Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” Gabriel whispered.

            Audrey stood and slammed her hands on the table. “To hell with you, Gabriel. I’m not letting you take that girl. You’d waste every ounce of her potential. Give her to me and let your brand die!”

            Gabriel scooped up the folder and held it close. “Fuck off, harpy woman. This young lady will be the female face of my brand. She’s exactly what I need to keep it from dying all together. From being irrelevant.”

            “You were still looking for a female face? We had an agreement, Gabriel,” Tomoe snarled.

            “What? For your puppet to be the female face? That’s hilarious. Gabriel might as well kiss his life’s work good-bye,” Audrey jeered.

            “My Kagami is perfect. She’s better than any upstart internet celebrity,” Tomoe argued.

            “Mother, I don’t think-,” Kagami attempted.

            “And you won’t. Everything had been settled,” Tomoe spat.

            “Now, now, calm down everyone. We can sort this out like responsible adults,” Colt said.

            “What do you propose then?” Tomoe demanded.

            Nathalie blew her whistle, interrupting them. The serving staff laid out an American style buffet before everyone. A pair of servers lingered, each holding a tray of ten shot glasses.

            “A challenge. The drunkards want to fight? Then fight they shall. The first to drink ten shots gets Marinette and this!”

            Nathalie held up the peacock brooch. Gabriel and Audrey’s jaws dropped. They turned to each other with feral looks. Colt rubbed his temple, Tomoe shook her head, while Plagg sat up and beamed.

            “What are they drinking?” Plagg asked.

            Nathalie held up a bottle of Spirytus. Plagg grinned from ear to ear as Nathalie filled each shot glass. The servers placed the trays in front of Gabriel and Audrey.

            “Alright, here are the rules. You don’t start until I say, or you’ll be disqualified. It’s whoever drinks all ten first, but if you tap out, throw up, or anything in between, you will be disqualified. Now, ready?”

            “Nathalie-,” Colt growled.

            “Drink!” Nathalie declared.

            Gabriel and Audrey knocked back shot after shot. Plagg smirked as he slid down in his seat. He tapped Audrey’s foot, issuing a command. He sat back up as Audrey doubled over and threw up.

            “Audrey’s disqualified! Gabriel wins,” Nathalie announced.

            Plagg grinned as Gabriel was rewarded with the peacock brooch. Gabriel put it on and Duusu materialized.

            “What’s going… really? I trust my jewel to you, and this is what you saddle me with? I should have-,” Duusu started.

            “Gabriel, say, ‘Duusu, spread my feathers,’” Plagg announced.

            “What?” Duusu squeaked.

            “Duusu, spread my feathers!” Gabriel yelled triumphantly.

            Duusu screeched as he disappeared into the brooch. Gabriel’s clothes transformed into a white suit with red accents and peacock feather details. His jacket trailed off in a cloth peacock tail. He checked himself out while Audrey screamed.

            “Fuck this! You don’t deserve the peacock or that girl! You promised Tomoe that her puppet would be the face of your brand,” Audrey roared.

            “Nothing was signed, so it’s not finalized,” Gabriel remarked.

            “Not finalized? You think you can just pick and choose which parts you want and don’t?” Tomoe demanded.

            “On the contrary, dear Tomoe. Your arrangements were only ever spoken, never put to print. Therefore, it’s all nullified without the proper paperwork and Gabriel may do as he wishes. Hence why Colt can so easily toss out Zoe for Chloe just for his own personal preferences. And Gabriel can toss aside his son’s potential future wife for a much needed upgrade,” Nathalie explained.

            Silence passed between them as the tension grew. Kagami swallowed hard at the declaration. She was to be with Adrien Agreste? That was the boy Tomoe had picked for her? Why him of all options? He wasn’t even here like he should be. He was off hiding from his duties like a little kid. Why him?

            “Nathalie, give me those files. Now,” Colt demanded.

            “And why should I? A decision has been made. Has it not, Gabriel?” Nathalie pushed.

            Gabriel cleared his throat. “I’m afraid so, Colt. This Marinette will be the face of my brand with Adrien. Nathalie.”

            “Already ahead of you. I’m going to meet with the young lady soon. We’ll negotiate a contract and have it all finalized in print. Like Tomoe should have done from the start. Such a shame she fell so short. What a pity,” Nathalie mocked.

            “What’s so special about this girl anyway?” Colt asked.

            Audrey pulled out her phone and opened Marinette’s page. “What isn’t?”

            Colt took the phone and furrowed his brow. “Interesting. Quite the beauty that one.”

            “And wasted on Gabriel’s brand. Everything this girl is, is worth a hundred models and more. Her perfect physique, silky black hair, vibrant bluebell eyes, all of it and it’s going to be wasted on his brand,” Audrey sneered.

            “Let me see this girl,” Tomoe demanded.

            Audrey laughed. “You tell jokes now? Bravo, Tomoe.”

            “Min, forge ahead,” Tomoe uttered.

            An ant kwami materialized and disappeared into a watch on Tomoe’s left hand. Her clothes turned red with black accents. A red coat covered her along with a set of black riding boots. Her glasses turned into a red visor. She got her bearings and grabbed the phone from Colt.

            “Oh, come on! Where’s my kwami?” Audrey screamed.

            “You’ll get yours in-,” Colt started.

            Nathalie slipped Audrey a set of gold chained rings. “Right here.”

            Audrey grinned and moved to put on the rings but was stopped by Colt.

            “You will wait until we finish breakfast and I share my news,” Colt commanded.

            Audrey smiled nervously and tucked the rings away. Colt shot Nathalie a sidelong glance. Nathalie smirked and flipped him off before she left. Tomoe pulled up Marinette’s page on her own phone, then handed Audrey hers back. They sat in silence as they all finished their breakfast.

            “Now, barring anymore interruptions, I have a fun idea. We are playing a game after all, and our dear hero friends made their own first moves. They’ve concealed their identities to preserve their civilian lives. So, why don’t we play along?” Colt mused.

            “Why?” Audrey asked.

            “Because we not only play with these so-called heroes, running them in circles chasing villains, but we can work without compromising our own identities. Just ensure that you hide it well enough. Furthermore, to have our heirs represent us, I believe it best to have them model their villain personas after us. Observe.”

            Colt snapped his fingers. Felix’s form shifted to the red and black attire. Kagami’s eyes widened before she caught herself and returned to a stoic face. She glanced at Tomoe, who hadn’t noticed as she went through Marinette’s page. Plagg, on the other hand, had leaned in with a smug grin on his face.

            “He looks like a vampire. Though I suppose the clothes match yours,” Audrey remarked.

            “Precisely. Ensure your heirs reflect you. Although, Audrey, I won’t have Chloe reflect whatever you decide for your outfit,” Colt said.

            “Do what you will with that beast,” Audrey said dismissively.

            “And I shall. Gabriel, I’ll be sending out my darling Akumas to track down little Adrien, along with Felix each day until he is found. Once he is, you know what I must do.”

            Gabriel grimaced. “Must we? There’s no guarantee that he’s even a holder. We should just be able to allow him to exist where he’s for sure safe.”

            “With so many activating by the hours, we cannot take chances. Especially since he’ll need to take a kwami anyway. So, I ask you, how can we trust such a despondent and reckless boy?”

            “He just needs… direction,” Gabriel said.

            Audrey snorted. “Got all the direction he needed from that hag.”

            “Leave Nathalie out of this,” Gabriel growled.

            “Nathalie? I was referring to that good for nothing woman, Emilie,” Audrey remarked.

            Gabriel blinked and stood. “Square up, Audrey.”

            “Pardon?”

            “Square up, now!”

            Audrey smirked and stood. “You wanna dance, bitch? Let’s dance.”

            Audrey slipped on the gold chained rings and a rooster kwami appeared.

            “Say, ‘Orikko, sunrise!’” Plagg yelled.

            “Orikko, sunrise,” Audrey exclaimed.

            Orikko vanished into the rings and transformed Audrey. Her night robe transformed into an orange halter top with a boob window, brown pants, gold boots, and orange gloves. A blue skirt cape fell from a gold belt and feathered and trailed out behind her.

            Audrey screeched, sounding like a rooster, and lunged for Gabriel. Gabriel kicked the table over as Audrey collided with him. Colt rubbed his forehead while the pair fought. He released a set of Akumas and Felix before he headed back inside with Chloe behind him. Tomoe watched him leave while Gabriel and Audrey tumbled towards the front yard.

            “I have an assignment for you, Kagami,” Tomoe muttered.

            “Yes, Mother?”

            “This Marinette is a threat to you and your future. I want you to eliminate her.”

            Kagami’s breath caught. “But, Mother, you don’t mean… kill, right?”

            “What part of eliminate her did you not understand?” Tomoe growled.

            Kagami swallowed hard. She attempted to argue, but all words died on her tongue.

            “Now, hold up, let me see this girl. Let me decide if I want that done,” Plagg interjected.

            Plagg took the phone and browsed through the photos. He was unconvinced until he stopped. He eyed a gold marking on Marinette’s inner thigh in one of the countless photos. Excitement rose as he searched the rest of her gallery but came up empty.

            “Any objections, cat?” Tomoe demanded.

            Plagg snarled and turned his head away.

            “Good. Now, go. Take up Kuro Neko and end this little hussy. Do you understand?”

            “But… but it’s wrong!” Kagami managed.

            Tomoe grabbed Kagami’s chin and pinched it. “Wrong? Wrong? This little whore is out there strutting her stuff and flashing her modesty about like it’s no one’s business, stealing away what should be yours. And you think it’s wrong to get rid of her when she’s destroying your future?”

            “I-,” Kagami started.

            “You need to get your priorities straight, Kagami. Don’t worry about these inferior workers. They can always be replaced, and others eliminated. This girl is one of them to eliminate and you’ll be the one to do it. Do you understand?”

            Kagami swallowed hard and nodded.

            Tomoe released Kagami and stood. “I want it carried out by the end of the day. Now, go.”

            Tomoe left Kagami with Plagg as she headed inside. Kagami blinked as tears rimmed her eyes.

            “Don’t worry, little Tomoe. The first one is always the hardest,” Plagg reassured.

            “I can’t do this. I just can’t,” Kagami whispered.

            “Well, if you’d like, you could leave me to it,” Plagg offered.

            “What do you mean?” Kagami asked.

            “Simple. Just let destruction overtake and become you. It’ll make the deed that much easier.”

            “How do I do it?”

            “Just clear your mind and let it go, then transform. You’ll barely remember a thing, I promise,” Plagg purred.

            “Truly?”

            Plagg nodded.

            Kagami gulped and nodded. She meditated, clearing her mind. She transformed once her mind was empty. Dark energy filled her as her clothes became a black cat suit. Green lines ran along the suit that illuminated with a sickly glow. She opened her eyes, staring up with empty lime green eyes. A black mask covered her eyes with “Kuro Neko” carved into it in kanji. Cat ears and twin tail completed her transformation as everything faded to black.

[colorful-bees]

Posting my current writing WIP because I like sharing my progress :)

Currently Writing: Chapter 2 of Imitation

Pasio was truly a marvel, unlike anything Volo had seen or heard of before. The entire island itself was wholly man made, all of it artificial but you couldn’t tell. If no one had told Volo, he would have believed Pasio to be a creation of Arceus itself and not the work of humanity. The creations had now become the ones doing the creating. A near perfect imitation of Arceus’ own work

Volo didn’t remember how he’d ended up there. It seemed like one moment he was in Hisui and the next, he wasn’t.

“Was this how Rei felt? When he fell from the sky?” Volo thought, smiling to himself at the thought. It wasn’t funny, there was no humor to be had in the thought. But that itself made it amusing to him. Rei… It wouldn’t do him any good to dwell on the outsider.

Besides, he’d found himself much too distracted by the wonders of the modern age and by far one of the most interesting things Volo had discovered was the “Poryphone.” He’d been intrigued by it when that boy had briefly shown him his but his interest was only further piqued when that Professor Bellis gave him his own.

“You seem a bit confused,” she told him.

Volo laughed and said, “It’s just very new to me. It’s fascinating though.”

“I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it eventually. They’re pretty simple once you know what you’re doing.”

And she was right. Despite being unfamiliar with the technology, he quickly developed a grasp of its functions. The camera was what sparked his curiosity the most by far. It was an absolute marvel how easy it was to take a photo, nothing like the hassle it was in Jubilife Village.

Once he’d learned you could take a picture with the device, he immediately went to try it himself. He’d been taking a stroll through the forest and was looking around for a suitable subject when he had an idea and let Togepi out of her Pokeball. She popped out with a small squeak, smiling as she always did.

“Togepi, look over here!” Volo told her, holding up his Poryphone.

She toddled on her feet, turning to face him. She lifted her short, stubby arms into the air and cheered. Volo snapped a photo of her, grinning down at the picture he’d taken. His first time using his Poryphone’s camera and he would dare to say that it was perfect. Togepi and her bright little face showed up on the screen, her arms stretched upwards and sharing a smile equal to Volo’s own.

Curiously, Togepi trotted over to where Volo was standing and he knelt down to show her the photo.

“Would you look at that?” he said, not taking his eyes off the photo.

Togepi chirped in response and leaned in to get a closer look at herself.

“Yes, that’s you. It’s wonderful, isn’t it? And to think this used to be so difficult. One press of a button and that’s all it takes.”

He scooped Togepi into the crook of his arm and stood up, his eyes still fixated on the photo. Volo’s mind wandered to the one photo he and Togepi had taken at the photo studio. The whole thing was a time consuming process and he was relieved when the photo had turned out well. All that time for it, it better have been nice. But now, photos of a superior quality could be taken in a fraction of the amount of time it took for that singular one to be taken. Pictures could be taken anywhere, any time; no longer constrained to one building.

Togepi was still sitting in his arms, equally enraptured by her face on the screen and Volo couldn’t help but smile down at her, basking in her shared enjoyment of the wonder they’d just discovered. She looked up at him and began babbling. She tapped the photo and then pointed up at Volo and suddenly, he understood what she was asking.

“You… want to take a photo together?” he asked and she nodded, chirping and squeaking. Volo put his hand to his chin. It would make sense, wouldn’t it? They had already taken one before. As soon as the photo studio opened up, Volo and Togepi had gone and utilized it, deciding that the long process was worth it. Now they had a new way to take photos and what better way to commemorate it than with a photo together like the first time?

Volo set Togepi on the ground and took a quick glance to make sure no one was around, wanting their moment to be away from prying eyes. Once he was satisfied that they were alone, he sat down next to her and put his hand on her head. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch.

It was handy the Poryphone’s could float on their own and take photos without a person behind the camera; it made everything so convenient. It was an incredible invention, really. It was hard to imagine that Volo’s only option for photos once was only a long-winded process at the studio. Maybe he would have gone back more frequently if it was as easy as this was.

Togepi and Volo looked towards the camera and smiled. Volo felt Togepi's soft skin underneath his hand, the dull points of her head gently rubbing against him.

Much like the first photo, the second one of them together turned out marvelous. They were both wearing matching grins, shown bright and clear on the screen. Togepi scrambled to climb into his lap to look at it herself and cheered, waving her arms when she saw it.

“It turned out nicely, didn’t it?” Volo said and Togepi chirped in confirmation.

[i-will-cry-you-a-river]

Day 3 for @rickortyweek

“You’re gonna be fine. Grandpa’s here.”  Tho I think I need some warnings before letting you read: sex with a dragon (but no actual penetration), dub-con

"Balth-!" Morty squeaked, trying to wiggle out from under the dragon. The sudden change in Balthromaw's mind was surprising, but it was nice to know that he wasn't the only one who enjoyed their rides together. Maybe Rick’s warnings were good for something, maybe he really managed to change the beast’s mind while the two of them disappeared.

Still, what Balthromaw required in exchange for being his pet dragon was-

"Do you or do you not want to be my rider?" The huge dragon asked dryly, his eyes showing how unimpressed he was with Morty. It felt as if it was Rick who was looking at him, face full of displeasure and detachment. 

The young boy swallowed, and nodded. Just like he agreed to anything his grandpa wanted him to do.

He would become a dragon rider, even if it killed him. (Considering the things he had lived through with Rick, he was quite confident in his abilities to survive.) He could do it. He just…

Becoming a dragon rider was a bit of a different process than he thought.

"Y-yes, o-okay. Geez," he wheezed, and the dragon smirked. It was uncomfortably similar to Rick's smirks, and Morty did not want to examine that implication.

A red head, big as Morty's whole body was, nudged him. A whine left his lips as he felt a warm, forked tongue licking him from toe to head. It was both grossly disgusting and dangerously exciting at the same time, and Morty had the uncomfortable thought that maybe he wasn't as different from his grandpa as he would have liked to think so.

"Balth- sto- ahhh!" He stammered, wanting to stop the process, but another lick upon his neck and face made him shut up. The touch of that tongue on his sensitive neck and lips and cheeks was something else.

Trembling, he let the dragon continue his ministrations, leaving Morty completely at his mercy. He was going to become a dragon rider. He was going to become a pet dragon owner and he was going to become the coolest person in the multiverse.

"Mm, yes, maybe you really will be a good rider," Balthromaw purred, his head pressed against Morty, pushing him against one of the trees next to the lake. The collision hurt Morty's back, but he didn't have time to worry about that; a claw made its way to his vulnerable chest, carefully digging into the yellow shirt. 

"O-ooh, man," Morty breathed, terrified beyond belief and uncomfortably turned on as the claw sliced through his soft t-shirt and jeans, leaving him in only his tiny, white boxers.

Soft breathing caressed him like wind, as the dragon said, "A good rider can take anything. You are a good rider, aren't you?"

Morty was shaking, shuddering with a flushed face as his small hands tried to push Balthromaw away and pull him closer at the same time.

He wasn't religious, with Rick as his grandpa - a being so close to god as he could possibly be -, but he still caught himself whispering, "Oh, g-god, forgive me."

"Good choice," the dragon rumbled, satisfied, as he licked his lips with his forked tongue. "You smell delicious. That's a good quality in a good rider. But I need to taste you to make sure you are ready to become more than just a silly little mortal."

Morty was quivering against the tree, his legs shaking as he tried to keep himself upright. He couldn’t help it- his dick was getting hard and his boxers were becoming uncomfortable. "G-g-go ah-ahead," he whispered, his mouth dry and heart beating faster than an adrenaline-filled adventure could make it.

The beast cut the last line of defense off of Morty's legs, and without any premonition, he extended his tongue. It rubbed over Morty's body, his little cock and rosy nipples, surprisingly smooth against his lithe body. Then, Balthromaw drove in.

He found Morty's most sensitive places without even searching for them, licking his still-developing penis until Morty was almost screaming in need to come. But the dragon didn't let him yet. His tongue slid between Morty's legs, finding his tiny hole that was begging to be filled up. Morty's back was arching, he didn't even care that the tree bark scratched his skin, the tongue deep inside him was all he could think about. Balthromaw was lapping him scaly nose pressed against his stomach and cock, tongue eagerly eating him out. He writhed as the dragon fucked him with his tongue, reaching so deep inside him where not even those two seeds could reach. Feeling the forked tongue deep within himself, moving in and out, in and out, made Morty lose his mind, and with a shout, he came. His cum splattered against the dragon's nose, a stark contrast against the red scales.

"Yes, yes, we are almost there! Soon you will become the perfect dragon rider! But first-" Balthromaw growled, his tongue swiping up to lick that little splash of cum. The huge dragon stood up, towering upon Morty. The boy was still feeling the aftershocks of the orgasm, which, probably was for the best; this way when the dragon's burgundy, rock-hard cock got so close to him he could almost touch it, he didn't run away screaming.

"Wh-what sh-should I-?" He stammered in a high-pitched voice, and the only answer he got was an impatient thrust. "O-okay."

With clenched jaws, Morty touched the surprisingly cool, scaled legs, and hesitantly rubbed his hands nearer and nearer to their destination. Sooner than expected, the tips of his fingers were skimming the base of the cock. The cock, that was as big as him and wider than his lithe body.

Red-faced, as the dragon's scales, he gathered his courage. Holding his breath, he reached out more confidently, taking the dragon's cock in his hands, and rubbing them up and down.

Balthromaw gave another low growl, this time in satisfaction, as much as Morty could guess, and the dragon began to pimp his hips-

Against Morty's whole body. The little boy was pushed against the tree and was used as a living, breathing fleshlight.

"W-wait!" He breathed, but the dragon didn't even hear his soft plea, he was too lost in pleasure. The magical beast increased his tempo, and all Morty could do was to grit his teeth, and hug the huge member as tight as he could. The wild thrashing was knocking him against the tree, but he just squeezed, hoping the dragon would come soon and he could forget that it had ever happened.

It was clear that Balthromaw was enjoying it; slick precum coated the head of his penis, dripping on Morty's body, making his cock slide in the boy's arms wetly and smoothly.

Morty didn't know if it was within minutes, or in a millennia when Balthromaw's thrusts started to falter, then, after one last movement, he came. Lights burst behind Morty's eyelids as if hundreds and hundreds of fireworks were lit up in the dark sky. The soul bond flared and it scorched Morty's mind, soul, and body. Thick strings of semen spurted from the tip, coating the tree and the boy in clear liquid, until he was spent. When he finished, his penis began to soften and retreat back into the slit, leaving only Morty's debauched body as proof of what happened. 

The dragon let out a thunder-like bellow, letting the world know his satisfaction, then leaned down, and said, "Sleep, little dragon rider." And the new pet owner collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut. He didn't feel the way Balthromaw licked him clean, nor see the familiar greenish whirl of a portal.

-*-

"The boy is good," the pet dragon huffed in amusement and flew away wherever bonded dragons rested while their owners were recuperated. Rick had the urge to hunt it down, castrate it, and feed it with its own dick before he killed it in the most torturous way, but he had other priorities.

Sighing, he looked down on Morty's fainted form, and couldn't help, but admire the tiny, yet so resilient boy. He was an idiot, a moron, a fucking stupid little bitch, but he had to admit it. The boy was nothing if not determined.

He should have made a robot dragon if Morty wanted one that much…

Rick scooped up the unmoving body of his grandson. He was going to give him a pain reliever because he didn't want Morty to hurt, his back would probably make him a whiny little bitch without one, but unlike other instances, he wasn't going to use the mindblower. He was going to leave the memory in Morty's mind, he was going to have to live with the knowledge that he fucked a dragon-

-and his grandfather, even if he didn't know that little tidbit.

He smirked.

Maybe there was no need to cancel the soul bond yet. Maybe he didn't need to kill that fucker. Maybe even a pet dragon had its uses…

He wouldn't mind the repetition of the afternoon, that's for sure. Feeling Morty's little hands and small body against his cock, tasting him, and bringing him to completion was something he was going to treasure forever.

Morty whined as Rick laid him down on his bed. With an uncharacteristically gentle smile, he caressed the sweaty curls on Morty's forehead, and whispered, "You're gonna be fine. Grandpa is here. And he is going to be here for a long, long time. We are soul bonded, after all. Even if I don't have any use of that beast anymore, we will stay bonded."

Babe. Babe, I don’t have any excuse for this. I did not plan this as today’s post, but I guess in a roundabout way it is your fault, because everything connected to Rick and Morty is your fault. Duh. (Love you ❤️) (Ngl I think it is oddly fitting that I write about dragon sex on our monthversary... 🤔😅) Happy five months of being with me while I'm getting increasingly wild with the things I write for you, I guess? (Not sure why you are doing this to yourself, but you are stuck with me u.u) Love you, @mortysanchez

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hiii! i'm back from the dead (a night out) and my first thought was little Mick <3 (and as the Mick anon, that's all i think about).

the video you rebloged made me think about language of love! i think Mick tends to do acts of service as a way to show his love - see our good subby Mick. but little Mick is a mix of quality time and touch, a lot of touch.

little Mick loves adventure, but going on a hike is fun because you are there, playing is so fun but especially because you're close playing with him or watching him and giving him attention. and he loooves attention, not in a bad way, more on a you're showing me i'm loved and appreciated so i love you.

little mick trust people and wants to play all the time, be friends with everybody, so he always accepts piggyback rides! some people may think is weird, but little Mick (and big Mick) has a way to charm people <3 the rest of the drivers at ROC love Mick even when he regresses, he loves rallys and racing and can't help be so happy and bubbly.

just like piggyback rides, he loves hugs and kisses on the cheek, especially from you! he could spend hours on your lap, your arms wrapped around him, while you kiss his round cheeks and make him squeak and giggle so so loud, calling him angel and sweet boy.

my grammar is probably not the best, i'm still a little drunk (haha) but i have to talk about Mick all the time

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I love how you get drunk, come home and immediately go “time for little!Mick”. That’s incredible. You are truly the Mick anon. But yes I love this idea!! It’s so good!! It’s perfect for soft night and for the fact that I’m really vibing with Mick at the moment.

Firstly, I fully agree on the quality time and touch thing for little!Mick. Like yes he loves being outdoors and going on adventures and having fun, but he wants to do it with you and it wouldn’t be fun at all without you.

If he had to pick between going on a fun hike with someone else or staying indoors and playing with you, he would pick you every single time. Cause he just loves being with you!

You always think that Mick is the sweetest, happiest little ever, but that’s not actually true. When speaking to other people he’s regressed around (like Seb) you discover that while he is always a good boy, he is not always a very happy boy and that he’s only a very happy boy when he’s with you.

That’s literally all he requires.

So when he gets invited to ROC and he sees how many people sees as caregivers are also coming, he doesn’t even consider the option of you not being there. Of course you must come!! Not only to see him drive, but to be there with him because he knows he’ll regress.

He knows he’ll get one hug from Mika and instantly be a little boy. No doubt about it. It would be fine without you, he’d still have fun because there are so many people he loves there and he enjoys ice driving so much, but with you? With you it’s a whole other level of fun.

His cheeks actually start to hurt from how much he’s smiling, truly just having the best time ever.

The older drivers all know and love Mick, all want to give him hugs and cuddles and piggy back rides and play games with him and he’s THRIVING. You always stay close, always within his eyesight so that he knows he can run back to you if he needs to, but mostly you just let him play and have fun.

The other drivers love little!Mick so much! Even the ones who didn’t previously know that Mick was an age regressor or didn’t understand it, they just saw a happy Mick and were more than willing to join in on the fun.

He gets hugs from everyone!! So many hugs and cuddles and even a few forehead kisses!! He’s never had this much attention before and he loves it so much.

Of course he always comes back to you. He always wants a nice, long hug and kisses all over his face from his Dom.

Even though there are so many fun new people around, nothing will ever beat curling up in your lap and being kissed and cuddles and called good boy.

I think that he gets a lot of energy and goes to play with everyone and have fun, and then just as quickly he’s tired again? Usually he slips back into his adult headspace when he gets tired, but this time he doesn’t because he’s got so many caregivers around.

So he just goes back to you, curling up in your lap for some love and letting the sounds of everyone else talking and having fun wash over him.

It’s one of the best weekends ever.

[helenaheissner]

Love During Robot Fighting Time: Chapter 8

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“Keith”

Fight night came faster than usual that week. I spent an hour debating what to wear in front of my mirror before deciding to go masc for the evening. I’d spent most of the week wearing hardly anything besides feminine clothing- I’d even put on a pair of cutoff jean shorts when I was in the garage wrenching on Poly. It felt… Weird, wearing boys’ clothes again. Wrong, almost.

No, no, not ‘almost.’ It felt wrong. It felt like I was wearing clothes made of sandpaper, sliding over my skin and scraping it every time I moved. Everything was screaming at me, and my brain was smothered by a tight layer of plastic wrap that kept it from forming normal, rational thoughts.

I wondered, for not nearly the first time in the past seven days, if maybe… Maybe this was a sign I shouldn’t try to be a boy anymore. It felt… Easier to be a girl. Better. I was happier when I was in dresses- not even I could deny that. But still, the idea of saying that out loud, of committing to it… It was like wading out into a section of ocean oversaturated with slimy seaweed. It scared me, filled me with shame, made me feel like… A…

A pervert. That’s what I was. All I’d ever be.

I tried to swallow that as I finished making some more adjustments to Poly while in the pits, and jumped when someone said, “Hey.”

I yelped, and then registered it was Zeke and Faith.

“Maybe switch to decaf, huh Calloway?” Zeke said, that stupid, smug, handsome smile plastered to his face. Ugh. That was the worst part of all- when I was in girls’ clothes, when I was Kate, it felt normal and natural for me to get a little flustered when I saw Zeke, for me to want to stare at his face and appreciate how handsome it was, for me to feel at ease in his presence and want to stand closer to him. But when I was Keith, it just felt… Wrong. I felt wrong. He felt wrong. Not even different, but like it didn’t match me, and it just made the proverbial sandpaper of my male identity scratch and scrape me even more than it did already.

“Probably a good idea,” I said, breaking off eye contact.

“You wanna watch us?” Faith asked.

My eyes went wide and I blushed as an IMAGE went through my brain. I gulped, and the burning feeling inside my skull was extinguished ever so slightly as I realized it was time for their fight. “Yeah!” I squeaked. “Yes. Good look out there! I’ll be out in a minute cheering for y’all.”

“Thanks,” Faith said. “We’re gonna need it.”

“Good luck with your fight too, yeah?” Zeke said, offering me a thumbs up. STOP. BEING. SO. ATTRACTIVE. STOP MAKING ME FEEL LIKE AN EVEN BIGGER PERVERT THAN I ALREADY AM. GAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

“Thanks,” I said with an even tone.

I want to say I wasn’t staring at his butt as he left. I really, really want to say that. But…

You get the idea.

Eventually, I got tired of making minor adjustments and tweaks and just went outside to watch the fight.

I’d never been able to get much of a read on Olivia Root. I’d only ever really known her as Faith’s girlfriend, frequently either in the pilot’s seat or operating a secondary weapon. On at least one occasion, they’d busted out a mini-bot that Olivia had piloted personally. She was a good driver- really good, in fact, but as last season had gone on Faith had done more and more of the piloting personally. Which wasn’t a bad thing, per se, but…

Look, Faith is a great engineer, but I’m not being arrogant when I say I could drive circles around her most of the time. Mostly because Olivia could drive circles around me. It didn’t excuse her for doing what she’d done, but still… I could see why she might have been frustrated with her partner’s actions even before the whole ‘awkward coming out’ thing.

That was a concept that terrified me: I’d always been a one man… One person band. My own engineer, my own mechanic, my own pilot. But there were other people I needed. My parents were the most supportive folks on the planet, but I didn’t know if the same could be said for my sponsor. And what if I got a girlfriend some day. Would she be okay with… Whatever it is I am?

Zeke would be. The thought went through me like a bullet, tearing through layers of cognitive dissonance. I shook my head as I walked through the archway into the contestant’s viewing area, a dugout of sorts near the commentators side as the opening hype-monologues rolled. I squirmed a little bit and adjusted my panties discreetly, making sure no trace of them went above the top line of my jeans.

I looked across the arena and saw Faith and Zeke walking into their control area, Olivia operating with a small team in her own square.

The mechanical voice wailed, “ROBOTS, ACTIVATE!”

And it began.

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Pay Attention (Drabble)

✧ Kim Namjoon x Reader

✧ Idol Au

✧ 18+ (MDNI), Smut

✧ Instead of paying attention to your darling boyfriend while he had time off, you decide to be on your laptop and he didn't like that at all.

✧ Dom! Namjoon, Sub! Reader, unprotected sex, degradation, pet names (princess, babygirl).

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"N-namjoon-ah fuck fuck.."

"Oh No No, Don't Namjoon me now, should've listened."

You whined as your breast rubbed against his studio desk as Namjoon's hips continued their relentless assault on yours.

His grip on your hip was something serious, a damn near death grip as he slammed his hips into yours, His cock fucking into your cunt with ease.

You see, you wouldn't have this problem if you would have listened to him. But if not listening to him had him fucking you like you were going to disappear in the next 15 seconds then you would for sure do it a fucking gain-

Namjoon had time off today and asked you to come join him in the studio since the rest of the boys were off hanging out with each other or resting.

Joon wanted to spend time with you, but you were on your laptop laughing as the group chat you and your friends were in. It really ticked him off how he was trying to talk to you and you kept giggling or flat out ignoring you so he walked over and took the device out your hand.

"Hey what was that fo-"

"Princess."

You squeaked at the deep tone his voice, that only came out when you did something wrong.

"Y-ye-"

"Strip. Desk. Now."

Aaaaannndddd that's how you got into this predicament, with Namjoon fucking your brains out, hand wrapped in your hair as he yanked on it.

"Such a naughty thing you are. You ignored me on purpose right. You wanted me to do this"

Fuck, he was right.

And you hated it when he was right.

"M-mhm...wanted you to fuck me sil-ah!" You nearly screamed out as his hand made contact with your ass. You winced as you tried to focus on stop you incoming orgasm, it was fast approaching and you didn't want the fun to end just yet.

"Such a little cock slut aren't you? I just wanted to spend some quality time with my princess and she wants to be a whore for my cock?"

"Y-yes sir..fuck fuck.."

Namjoon smirks as he leans down to whisper in your ear, making you clench around him at your words.

"How about we call your friends and let them listen to how much of a whore your being for me huh? "

"Let them know how good I fuck you, and that will teach you not to ignore me again princess."

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[someone1348]

Surprise! It's me! I'm posting woop woop!

This might be a short one but oh well!

The people in this: Lee!Tubbo, Ler!Tommy, Ler!Ranboo

Benchtrio fic! Benchtrio fic! Irl benchtrio fic!

Tw: some language other than that none this is so soft!

I've had this idea for a while just sitting in my plans list on my notes soooo yeah! I hope you all enjoy!

-K :]

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Stuck in the middle

Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo were getting to spend some quality time together after a vlog. They had all just arrived back at Tubbo's house and immediately flopped down on the small love seat that had a direct veiw of the TV.

Tommy sat left of Tubbo while Ranboo took the right, the bee boy was left to get the middle spot. He wasn't complaining though he had the best veiw in the house and he was close to his two favorite people, it was a win win all together!

The only con was there was no room for his hands so he had to put his arms on the couch top behind his two friends.

Tommy sighed in content as he rolled his head back "Man that vlog was crazy"

"You can say that again" Ranboo said in agreement as he turned on the TV and flipped through the channels to see what they could all watch and enjoy together

"SOUTH PARK!"

"No!"

This was the hardest part of cable vs the benchtrio, nothing being on! But they had fun with it. After much persistence from the bee boy South Park was played in the background as Tubbo happily smiled watching one of his favorite shows.

After a couple of episodes Tommy was slowly getting more and more bored, he glanced at Ranboo, then at Tubbo, just to see if he could do anything and fix this boredom that was starting to form into a headache, the idea sparked in him like a light switch being flicked on as he saw the way Tubbo was positioned.

He was stuck, a smirk slowly formed on his features, quickly putting it away as to not give away his plan! He waited a bit, occasionally glancing over at the pair just to see if any of them had caught on, they haven't, it was time!

Tommy slowly moved his hand to Tubbo's knee tracing little shapes on the brunettes kneecap and the upper part of the knee where the knee meets the thigh. He felt his best friend tense up just a bit, Ranboo looked over and immediately knew the plan.

Both of them took it slowly, Tommy eventually wrote the word 'Tickle' across Tubbo's ticklish skin, that's when Tubbo spoke up, the giggles trapped in his throat, so close to escaping

"Tommy quit it!" He said quietly as to not fully disrupt Ranboo if he was watching, he couldn't tell, he was so focused on Tommy and his tickly fingers he didn't even realize that Ranboo was in on this too!

"Im not doing anything Tub's I don't know what you're talking about" The blonde said still making shapes on Tubbo's knee,

"Yes you are knock it off"

"No I'm not!"

"Shhh Tommy I'm trying to watch" Ranboo said to throw Tubbo off some more, Tommy knew he was playing along so he went with the flow

"Whatever" the blonde focused his eyes back onto the tv picking up the speed a bit, now scribbling all over the brunettes knee, Tubbo tensed up his leg more to try and stop it but nothing would work if anything that made it tickle more!

Tommy then squeezed his knee and that was the end of that, Tubbo let out an uncontrollable squeak and a few giggles as the smirk on Tommy's face became visible, his eyes still glued to the tv;

He skittered his tickly fingers all around his knee as Ranboo took this as his cue to start pinching all over Tubbo's tigh/upper leg

"Rahahahanboo?!"

Ranboo's eyes remained fixated on the tv as his hand spidered down the length of his tigh squeezing his knee as well, Tommy still scribbling behind Tubbo's other knee and all around it, spreading his fingers out overtop of his kneecap when he felt like it, Tubbo couldn't stop the laughter that flowed out of his mouth after that,

"Guhuhuhuys nohot fahahair"

"Tubbo could you keep it down please im trying to watch South Park" Tommy teased joking around as Ranboo joined

"Yeah Tubbo geez this is my favorite show"

"Jeheherks" Tubbo joked through his laughter

"Woah!!!"

"Language Tubbo! How Dare you call us jerks! You're in for it now pal!"

The playfulness was clear in everyone's voice it was a great atmosphere but man was he in for it!

"Wait wait wait WA-HAHAHAIT! TOHOHOMMY!!"

Tommy smirked scribbling against Tubbo's side, Tubbo squirmed as best he could but in the midst of trying to escape Tommy's tickles he left himself wide open for Ranboo, which he fully took the opportunity and squeezed gently up and down Tubbo's other side;

"RAHAHAN!!"

"Tktktktktktktk~" Ranboo made some tickle sounds scribbling against the length of his other side as Tommy stuck to some pokes there too as to not overwhelm him.

"We're gonna get you tubs!~"

"Ihihit tihihickles!"

"Good! It's supposed to! Tickle Tickle Tickleee bee boy!~"

"Tohohohommyyy!"

"Tickle Tickle tickleee, dawwww~ such a ticklish little tubbo!"

"Rahahahahan! Plehehease!"

Tommy giggled scribbling quickly under Tubbo's arm as he squealed

"AH!"

"PFFFT HAHA THAT WAS AWESOME!"

"You're an ahahass!"

"Language Tubbo! I think we should get his stomach for that one, what do you think Tommy?~"

"Oh I do agree Ranboo great idea!~"

"Nonononono Wait! WAhahait I'm sohoHOHOHORRYY!! NAHAHAHAHA IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLES! NOHOHOHOT FAHAHAIR!"

"Tickletickletickletickle~" Ranboo scribbled underneath his shirt all over his ticklish tummy while Tommy blew tiny raspberries wherever Ranboo's tickly fingers we're not getting leaving no spot untickled.

Tubbo threw his head back in laughter and lightly kicked the ground as the ticklish sensation filled his senses

"OKAHAHAY MEHEHERCY HAHAHA!"

Both boy's stopped instantly, rubbing away the phantom tickles and giving Tubbo room to put his hands down.

"Did you have fun tubs?"

"Mhm! Even though you're both mehean"

"Says the one who called you an ass Tommy"

Everyone was laughing together, it was perfect! Today was well deserved for all of them.

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I hope you all enjoyedd! Treat yourself, Take care of yourself, Relax, Drink some water, eat something yummy and have a great day my friends! You all truly deserve it!

-K :]

[violetsandfluff]

This is a longer blurb, meaning my quality will be ass for the rest of the day. Enjoy!! TW: crying, parents leaving, mommy kinks and potential crunchiness.

“Harry, sweetie, what’s wrong?” You were sitting on your bed with your laptop, finishing up some assignments.

Harry tried to hide his tear stained face from you, but it was no use.

“Come here,” you opened your arms to him. “Wanna snuggle up?”

He nodded and cuddled up with you. He rested his head into your side, beside your breast, and wrapped his top arm lazily around you. You wrapped a blanket around the two of you and he sighed.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, brushing loose curls from his tear soaked cheeks. “Can you tell me?”

He nodded, taking a ragged breath. “I know we’re almost done with this part of the tour but I feel like my management isn’t upholding their end of the deal. It feels like the world is crumbling on my shoulders.”

You rubbed his back and remained silent so he could say what he needed to. When he appeared to be finished, you asked if he could hold on for two more weeks or if he needed to talk to his management about it.

He shook his head, but you knew how stressed out he was.

“I can talk to them if you need?”

“No, Baby,” he shot your idea down. “I’m okay now that I’ve got that off my chest.”

You massaged his head while he sniffled, and eventually he moved his head so it was laying on your chest, on top of your breasts. “Mumma,” he mumbled softly.

“What!?” you burst out. He had never called you that before and you didn’t know if it was a kink or if he was just playing.

“Mumma! You’re holding me just like a mother holds her baby.”

“Oh.”

“Mumma,” he said in a squeaky baby voice.

“Baby boy!” you squeaked back without missing a beat.

“My nose is runny from crying,” he commented and you reached over to your nightstand for your tissue box.

“Here, sit up.” you held a tissue to his nose and he started laughing before pulling away.

“Baby, that’s weird!”

“If you do it, you get a prize!” you raised your eyebrows to intrigue him. “Yes?”

He made a pouty face, but didn’t pull away.

“Blow,” you instructed and he did. You let him finish on his own and he collapsed on your chest, cheeks red from embarrassment.

“Good boy!” You praised him. “So you want a cookie?”

“Yes!”

“Let’s go downstairs,” you stood up and he didn’t follow you. “Come on! Come on!”

“Babies can’t walk,” he informed you.

“Babies aren’t usually six feet tall.”

He stood up and followed you downstairs and sat on the floor behind you when you got him his cookie. “You need to wash your hands,” you said in the same fake, phony tone you’d been using for the past ten minutes. You handed him a wet wipe and he patted it on his hands and you led him to the table where you gave him his cookie.

He gobbled it up before asking for another one. You replied with a no, explaining that babies should only have one cookie.

He pouted again and, like the good boy he was, asked permission before burning the house down.

“Absolutely not!” you scolded him. “Mama didn’t raise a bitch!”

He slammed his fist gently down on the sound table, but it still toppled his glass over. “Oops…”

“Harry,” you laughed, springing up to get paper towels. “What the hell— babies don’t do that.”

“I know!” he cried, mortified before switching voices again. “I’m going to be a professional fire starter when I grow up!” He grinned proudly.

“Honey,” you sat down, soaking wet rags in hand. “I’ve been meaning to have this talk with you for a long time. I’ve decided that you will follow in your father’s footsteps.”

“You mean going to get milk?” he asked in his baby voice, eyebrows raised to his hairline.

You had just taken a drink of what was left in your cup and you spat it everywhere. “Well that escalated quickly!” you choked. “But you know what else mommies do?”

“What?”

“They give their babies bubble baths and read them bedtime stories and tuck them in!”

“What the heck?”

“You just ate a cookie at eleven at night and almost destroyed my table. Do you think that’s too far off?”

“No, Mumma.”

“Good. Mommy is going to get you your bath toys and put some bubbles in the tub for you. Come on, honey.”

“Yaayyy!” his voice cracked down into his normal register and he wore an embarrassed expression, but he didn’t let down his side of the deal.

As you ran his bath, he got undressed. “Is mummy going to take a bath with me?”

“Nope,” you said, smiling as you squirted bubbles into the tub. “But I can watch you play!”

“Oh.” He pouted until you told him where you were going with the “father’s footprints” thing. “I was going to say he was a world-renowned surgeon. You talked to him as he sat in the bubbles for a few minutes before saying that he needed to get out. He drained the water before hopping out and you dried him off with a fluffy towel.

“Let’s get you into your pajamas and read you a bedtime story!” you said cheerfully as you lathered lotion onto his body, trying to ignore how sexy he was. You needed to pretend that he was a baby. He helped rub the rest in and you had to kiss him a little bit.

He followed you back to the bedroom where you watched him get into his pajamas and you combed his hair. He climbed into your lap at the best of his ability and you took out your book and began reading to him.

“Once upon a time,” you began, not really reading from the book. You recited your favorite fairytale by heart and, when you were finished, you looked down and saw Harry sleeping peacefully. Not pretending. Really sleeping, a tiny smile formed across his lips.

You kissed his forehead before turning out the lights. “Good boy,” you whispered.

Photo credit to owners

[terrestrialnoob]

You Can Only Be So Creepy Before I Embarrass You

Danny Phantom x So, I'm a Spider So What?

Squeal to Danny's New Duds

Summary: Kumoko is a terrifying and creepy spider-ghost chilling in the Ghost Zone who enjoys making cosplay, being edgy, and sweets. Danny asks her for some new clothes and she's happy to fulfill his request in exchange for some cookies.

Rated: G for General Audiences

Danny floated into The Spider’s Den holding a styrofoam box. He landed in the clear space in the center of the mass of web and rock that looked exactly like the main room inside of an apartment. There was a living room section with a TV, couch, and more DVDs than it seemed possible to watch and the tastefully balanced display cases of Anime and Cartoon memorabilia. And there was a kitchen section with a full stove top but separate smaller oven, running water, and a table just big enough for three people. It shown with electric light and the display cases had spotlights on them.

“You’re here!” An excited voice cried out and a large creature with the body of a young woman attached at the waist to a giant spider’s body where its head should be. “Is that the payment for the new outfit?”

“Hey Kumoko! Yeah, this is for you, but, uh,” Danny said, but awkwardly backed up a step and rubbed the back of his neck, “It’ll be a first installment - I couldn’t get money from my parents to get any fancy cakes or anything, so I asked my sister for her chocolate chip cookie recipe, and she help me make these.”

Danny held the box out for her to take and he heard her mumbling something to herself. He looked back at her and held in a laugh because she didn’t know he could hear her talking to herself.

Her hands reached out shakily to take the box from him. “Oh my gosh! A boy made me homemade cookies! He asked his sister to help! He went through so much effort. AND They’re still warm! Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!”

“Go on, take it,” Danny said and practically dropped the box in her hands, she squeaked in response.

She lifted her two front, scythe-like legs and folded them over each other to make a flat surface to set the box on. She opened it slowly and Danny could practically see the anime effects: the cookies glowing like gold treasure, the exaggerated drop of drool, the anime blush. She reached in reverently and gently lifted a cookie with her two hands, slowly raising it to her face; Danny wondered just how long she was going to drag this out. She finally took a bite that took up half the cookie. She squealed again and Danny could see the anime stars in her eyes. She quickly twirled on one back leg, miraculously keeping the box balanced on her folded front legs.

“This is so good!” She said as she started stuffing the rest of the cookie in her mouth. And then another cookie, and another and-

Danny smiled and nodded, “I’m glad you like the-”

“AH!” She screamed and slammed the box shut.

“What? Was one burnt or-”

“No-o!” She whined, “I’ve already eaten half of them! I need to save at least some of them!”

Danny chuckled as she moved to the kitchen part of her little home and put the cookies in a cupboard. Danny reassured her, “I mean, they’re not top quality like you requested, so I do owe you more of them. Quantity to make up for quality.”

She looked at him with puppy eyes, “Yes, but first! You’re new clothes!”

She went to the backroom and came out with a small pile of folded clothes. She set them on her folded legs like she had the box of cookies, and held up each item on it’s own to show it off.

“First, is the base shirt.” She held up what looked like a plain white shirt, but if you look at it from inches away, you could see some impossibly thin lines of shining silk mixed into the main cotton-texture. She moved it slowly under a spotlight and Danny saw that the shining parts formed a floral pattern, rose shaped flowers with thick leaves and vines filling the space between them.

“Woah, that's amazing!” Danny said as she handed him the shirt and he moved it under the lights himself.

“Next, is the suit vest! You’ll put this on top of the shirt and the tie.” She held up the vest. It was black with intricate silk embroidery, lace-thin green lines formed overlapping octagonal spiderwebs with random patches of green silk in simplified bat shapes. There were two silver buttons that connected perfectly into holes lined with the spiderweb pattern. The back was a separate piece of green cloth, having a single octagonal spiderweb with a bat in the center in green embroidery.

“Kumoko…” Danny stared at her

She looked at him nervously and showed Danny the sides of the vest, "I used two adjustment straps on the sides of the waist instead of one in the center of the back so it wouldn't obstruct the pattern as much."

Danny fixed her with a hard look, “You haven’t been writing vampire fanfiction about me again, have you?”

“Of course not!” She said, too quick and loud. She shoved the vest into Danny’s hands and then held up the next piece. “I’m really proud of the jacket and trousers!”

She held up the jacket and, true to her pride, it was pretty magnificent. Just like the shirt and vest, it was way more detailed than it needed to be. It was black with colored silk embroidery that turned black halfway up the torso and sleeves, going from obviously visible to almost invisible. The pattern was interesting, starting as beautiful green grass and red rose-like flowers at the bottom, losing the red and turning into pure green leafy vines that transformed into black spiderwebs with little half-green bats that faded into full black around the shoulders. The pants matched the pattern, red and green at the bottom, black and green in the middle, then black at the top, roses, webs, and bats. The inside lining of the jacket was almost inverse of the outside. A green base fabric with thin black, lace-like embroidery of spiderwebs with roses and bats caught in them.

“Really going with the creepy factor on these, huh?” Danny commented and Kumoko mimicked his habit of rubbing the back of his neck to avoid awkward eye-contact.

“Well, these ones aren’t that bad,” She said, handing Danny the accessories she’d made to go with the suit. There was a tie and pocket handkerchief that both had the floral rose lace-like stitching in white though.

Danny smiled and nodded, “This is – honestly probably way too fancy for Vlad’s party, so exactly what I asked for. He's not going to believe it when I show up better dressed than him - I mean, it’s just so detailed and cool.”

Kumoko blushed at his comments. “I know they’ll fit perfectly, but if you want to try them on you can.” She motioned to the back room for Danny to change in.

“I think I will!” Danny flew into the room so he wouldn’t have to navigate walking around Kumoko’s body.

It was a pretty spacious bedroom. The bed itself was massive, big enough for not just the giant spider body of Kumoko, but her and two other hers. Danny could also see into her open “closet”, but that wasn’t fully accurate. It alone was bigger than the apartment part of her lair and the bedroom part put together. Not only was it full of clothes and cosplay, wigs and accessories, jewelry and… shoes despite her lack of actual feet, but there were also several mannequins.

Danny didn’t really mind the one in there that looked like him with a white short-hair wig on it, with a black wig on a separate head on a table next to it, and its really accurate facial features with his green eyes and a pair of apparently interchangeable blue eyes next to the black wig (she did make clothes for him so she’d need to know what they’d look like on him, we can excuse all that), but he did mind when some of the other mannequins turned their heads so their eyeless and half-finished faces were staring at him.

He closed that door.

He changed into the suit quickly, but just as he was about to give up on tying the tie and folding the pocket square-thing, he noticed a desk with an open laptop. He couldn’t help himself, in a (spider)girl’s room, alone, with her private laptop unsupervised. He walked over to it and pressed the space key. The screen lit up, showing a word document, and after a quick scan, Danny was grinning like a mad man.

He burst through the door and shouted as he read the first lines of Kumoko’s work. “’My name is Hiiro Wakaba. I have long black hair and dark eyes. That guy over there with black hair and blue eyes is Danny Fenton, and it might not look it, but we’re best friends! We’re just your average high school students!’”

“No!!!!!” Kumoko cried, her hands covering her blushing face.

“’Well, we’re not really normal high school students. We’re both Vampires!’ I knew it! You were writing vampire fanfics about me!” Danny shouted and watched as Kumoko threw herself on the floor before he continued. “’Every night we have a super cool vampire transformation and we have to fight evil vampires to stop them from taking over the world!’”

“No! Please Danny, I’m sorry! I won’t do it again,” She pleaded and writhed on the floor like she was being tortured.

“Alright, but this is your last warning,” Danny said, closing her laptop. “If you don’t want me reading it, don’t write it. Or at least hide it better.”

Kumoko sat up on the floor and rubbed exaggerated tears from her eyes. “I was just having fun!”

“You can have fun, but you’re not following the biggest rule of storytelling,” Danny said, “You can’t just say we’re friends, you gotta show it!”

“I wanted to get to all the exciting stuff though!” Kumoko said and Danny rolled his eyes.

“Here, let’s watch something that knows how to tell a good story,” Danny said, going over to one of the many DVD shelves in the room. He pulled out the Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood complete series limited edition box set, “How about this?”

Kumoko jumped to her feet, “YES! We can binge the whole thing in - Well, we can finish it when you bring me more cookies - I’ll make some popcorn!”