#the conservative ones really dug in deep

[starsstillshine]

the diagram of the superwholock path either ending someone up at queer or alt right is certainly something

[mj-iza-writer]

Hello, MJ! I hope you are doing okay :))

This may sound strange but… Have you ever considered writing about weather dependent whumpee? Honestly, I’ve never ever seen anyone using this trope, and I think it’s pretty nice. Adds a little more inconvenience to recovering.

The idea came to me a week ago, when it started snowing. In May. And like the day before the snow it’s been warm enough to wear a light jacket. The nature is amazing.

Sincerely yours, anon with whumperflies :)

Hello Anon with Whumperflies, I'm always happy to see you in my ask box... I am doing great. I hope you are doing great as well.

You are absolutely right, we do not see a lot of weather related Whump.. I know I myself get whumped by the hot summer weather every year, and I do not enjoy it.

I started thinking about a good story to go with your idea, and then I realized I have a character who fits this. I have never written for this character. He just lives in my head rent-free. I hope you and everyone enjoys.

Backstory:

The characters name is Everest, he is a demon prince over a class of demons made of ice. In his hidden part of the world, it is colder than Antarctica.

His people suffered due to wars and global warming. To conserve their people the king sent his son, Everest to a place to protect him. Along with that, two ice dragons lay in deep slumber waiting to be awoken.

Everest was recovered on an archeological dif sight, and was sold off into demon slavery. He was thankfully purchased by a human who works alongside a different demon king. They plan to destroy the demon slave trade and take over the world.

Short story to go with the backstory:

Everest looked over his arms, they were supposed to be icy and transparent. He should have been able to see the liquid coursing through his body. This frozen liquid acted as blood, but it also acted as aid. If Everest were ever injured the blood would freeze over the wound much like a scab.

Everest frowned, then looked toward the person who acted as his mistress.

"Lady Crystal, I really need to soak", Everest whispered, trying not to draw attention to himself. These important guests had overstayed their welcome.

Crystal looked up and nodded.

"You'll excuse my butler, he needs to take care of something", Crystal looked over to the guest.

"Did he say soak?", one of the guest spoke up.

"Yes, Everest is made of partial ice. It is much to warm here, so he has to soak in a mixture of ice water and liquid nitrogen", Crystal frowned.

"Then why doesn't he live in a colder climate. That seems quite inconvenient for you if your butler can't work continuously", a different guest spoke up.

"He did, unfortunately human kind destroyed it through global warming and his own kind were at war. Then when a bunch of humans dug him up they brought him here to suffer", Crystal glared, "I have two other servants to take care of things. My servants do not work continuously either. Also, it is not as inconvenient as this meeting has been to my day.... can we please wrap this up."

"Just a few more minutes if you please", one said.

Crystal was finally able to check on Everest.

"Your highness, may I come in?", she knocked at the door.

"Yes you can, I'm clothed", Everest replied.

Crystal opened the door and was met with a chilled breeze.

"Burr", Crystal froze, "I don't know if I'll ever understand how you enjoy that", she shut the door behind her.

"In all honesty it could be colder", Everest chuckled, "I'm almost out of liquid nitrogen."

"Okay I'll put in the request. We should have some by tomorrow", Crystal frowned.

"Did they give you any issues when I had to leave", Everest made a concerned face, "I tried to hold out, but they kept going."

"They did, but I dealt with them. Your health comes first", Crystal almost sat on the edge of the tub.

"I wouldn't do that. You'll get stuck, and we will have to call Alfred up here", Everest chuckled, "we don't need you to freeze to the metal tub."

"Right. Almost forgot", Crystal grinned, "do you need anything else?"

"Could you throw more ice in... please... everything is melted", Everest smiled.

Crystal went to order the liquid nitrogen.

She typed in her number, which allowed her to purchase it, and in large quantities. No normal person needed as much as she did.

"Oh no", Crystal frowned.

"What is it?", Alfred, the lead butler questioned while he prepared dinner.

"The lab is out of nitrogen, they don't have liquid or solid", Crystal started to right a message.

After a few minutes a reply came through.

"They are working on it, and sent my normal order to a different lab who is stocked, but we won't receive it for two days", Crystal sighed heavily, "it also says we can't drive there to get it. The lab has requested no in person visits."

"Another problem", Alfred looked up from a different computer, "tomorrow is supposed to be an extremely hot day... Everest is not going to like this."

"Not going to like what?", Everest came into the kitchen.

Crystal looked at Alfred.

"Don't look at me, you're the boss here" Alfred threw up his hands.

"Of course, only when it is convenient for you, then I'm the boss", Crystal sighed.

"Anyone want to tell me what the heck is going on", Everest looked at them both.

"Um, I just went on to order the nitrogen.... and uhm, the lab is out of it, both solid and liquid", Crystal didn't dare look Everest in the eyes, "your order is considered top priority, but they sent it to a different lab, it won't come tomorrow, but the next day. We can't go pick it up either."

Everest made a concerned face.

"Look at the forecast for tomorrow", Alfred held up the computer for Everest.

"I might die by the time we get more", Everest groaned, "I'm gonna look like frosty the snowman when the sun got hot."

Crystal worked hard not to laugh at that comment.

"Me and Drake will go to a few stores and by a bunch of ice. You didn't drain your tub did you?", Crystal watched Everest's shoulder slump.

Everest nodded weakly, "I did, it wasn't cold enough... any... more..... I'm sorry."

"Alright Everest get out of the kitchen. Alfred is cooking, we need to conserve as much of your coldness as possible", Crystal ordered, "Drake and I will get all the ice we can. Then we will create a cold space for Everest to ride the heat wave out. Let's go."

Crystal watched Everest stand there frozen in panic, "with all do respect your highness.... get the heck out of this kitchen and up to your bathroom. We will use that room to protect you."

Everest sulked on the floor of the bathroom.

"I miss not having to worry about this", he whispered, "I miss home."

"You're highness, we're back and we have ice", Crystal called from outside of the room, "can we come in?"

"Yes", Everest stood and adjusted himself.

"Royalty should never slump and sourer", Everest remembered his mom saying.

"Okay that will hopefully hold us out until we get the liquid nitrogen. How much more do you have left again?", Crystal forced the fridge closed, "thanks Drake for helping me."

"Yes miss", Drake bowed.

"I have maybe a cup left", Everest looked down sadly.

"Okay, it's okay. We are going to get you through this", Crystal tried to comfort Everest, "let's save that cup for when we really need it."

Everest nodded, "how are you so sure about this? That ice isn't enough and you know it."

"I have plans in motion", Crystal grinned, "just trust me."

The next day Everest hid in the corner of his bathroom. Towels lined the bathroom door on the inside and outside.

The air was on full blast throughout the home. Every shade was closed, and everyone leisured about.

"I don't see this working for Everest, he's already soaked once today and used four bags of ice", Alfred sighed as he fanned himself.

"I have something in motion, I'm just waiting on the text", Crystal leaned into the fan Alfred was using.

"What plan is that?", Drake looked up from the floor, "it's so hot."

Crystal's phone vibrated.

"Yah", Crystal looked at their phone, "someone draw a portal sigil."

Drake grabbed a pen and paper, and drew the sigil.

Crystal grabbed it, "thanks, I need all demons up to Everest's bathroom."

Drake and Alfred followed Crystal up to the bathroom.

Everest jumped when the door opened.

"I'm getting really hot", Everest whispered, I've melted some and my fluid is seeping out."

Crystal placed the sigil on the floor.

She grabbed the bottle of nitrogen and dumped the rest on Everest.

"Hurry and open the portal. Ashton and Dash should be on the other side", Crystal frowned, "this needs to work."

Drake and Alfred stood in front of the sigil and together opened it.

Snow fell in from the other side.

Alfred peaked in and saw Crystal's friend Ashton and their demon, Dasher, standing their surrounded by snow.

"Crystal what is this?", Alfred turned.

"I texted Aston to see how close they were to a cold climate. Luckily they were near Antarctica and had the gear to be there. Help Everest get to the portal", Crystal watched Everest struggle.

On the other side Aston and Dasher helped pull Everest out.

Everest fell into the snow on the verge of passing out

"Take care of.... wow it's cold", Crystal peaked through the portal, "are you two okay to stay there."

"Yep, we have everything we need. We will take care of his highness until the heat passes", Ashton smiled.

Dasher stepped forward, "the portal is closing please step back Crystal."

"Thankyou again for helping him", Crystal stepped back.

"You're welcome", Crystal heard as the portal closed.

"That was really smart", Alfred looked at her in amazement.

"I have my moments. I know it's still not cold enough there for Everest, but it's better than here", Crystal turned, "let's save the ice, we can use it when he comes back."

Everest startled awake and looked around.

"Where am I", Everest looked at the snow, "what did Miss Crystal do?"

"Good morning your highness", someone called, "don't get to close we have a fire and heater going."

"Is that Ashton and Dasher?", Everest chuckled, "what's going on here?"

"Crystal called us and said you were in a bad way. We were going by Antarctica when she called, so it worked out perfectly. We will be here to keep you company until the heat wave goes past", Ashton came out, "sorry you're stuck here with us."

"Trust me, this is a good thing. I really appreciate this", Everest looked at his arms, "I'm actually getting my ice color back."

"That's good", Ashton shivered, "alright I'm going back to the heater. We are right here if you need us your highness."

"Thankyou, and thankyou so much for helping me get here", Everest smiled.

Everest thought for a few minutes, "you haven't by chance found the ice dragons yet, have you?"

"No unfortunately", Dasher sighed, "they are not visible to us yet. We are still trying your highness."

Everest nodded, "thankyou, I was hoping you'd say yes and surprise me."

"No my King, not yet", Ashton sighed, "was there a spell or something to awaken them?"

"Not to my memory... if there were my father didn't tell me", Everest sighed, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, once we get you back to health we will keep looking", Ashton smiled, "maybe once the dragons are found we can move your kingdom here in Antarctica. You can begin replenishing your people."

"I hope so, it's still quite warm even here, but once the demon population gains control, I can control the temperature more", Everest sighed, "you two may not even be able to come near Antarctica when I'm done with it."

"I hope not", Ashton grinned, "I'm just happy Crystal an I are on your good sides."

"I've had enough freezing my butt off trying to find these dragons. Once they're found you will never find me near this continent or the northern hemisphere again", Dasher shivered, "you have my word on that your highness, I'll be taking Aston to the islands once Demon are reigning", Dasher turned to Aston, "if you're okay with that?"

"Sounds fine to me", Ashton grinned.

"You both should get some rest, I know you have both been working hard. I'll stay out here away from your warmth", Everest looked around, "thankyou again for helping me get here."

"You're welcome", Ashton replied.

"Let us know if you need us for anything", Dasher laid back, "sleep does sound amazing right now."

Everest stood on the cliff watching darkening sky, "father, if you can hear me, I need a sign. How am I rule when I can't find the dragons? How am I supposed to this?"

I hope that was fitting to a weather dependent Whumpee.

I don't think I'm going to tag people for this story as it was based on an ask. I hope that those of you who read this enjoy it. -MJ

[asherlockstudy]

PUZZLE: The recurrent Rhink storyline is not even new!!!!!!!

Ok, I must take a deep breath. I must preface this by mentioning the recent Rhink analyses I have made. If you haven't read these, please don't read this one either if you take an issue with my firm belief that Rhett and Link are more than friends, because, to summarize, this is exactly what I am saying in these posts plus that Rhett and Link are gradually preparing for the "Is it yet yet?" day. This is why they are releasing these videos lately, which are full of coded messages. For example, the "We Dug a Medium-sized Hole" is about their whole relationship, including a focus on their sexual life. The "We Hired an Excorcist to play DnD" is about them having to date and get married (to others) under the shadow of their Church. This is not the first time they take this approach though. This is the allegory in Hazel, where they both end up trapped in the "closet", the middle room, Hazel's forest inside, with no way out. And more obvious than any is their book The Lost Causes of Bleak Creek with their alter egos Rex and Leif fighting with the reform school of their very conservative town. There the symbolism is particularly strong.

For more details and evidence on that, see the previous posts:

They Dug A Hole

The "We Dug A Hole" Discussion

It has always been one story

But even this was not the beginning of the heavily coded scripted content. It turns out we can go all the way back to freaking 2015 and their GMM Sketchtober. Sketchtober was a project they did in October 2015 which was them essentially releasing five scripted videos just for the sake of it. To be fair, I do not see clear symbolism in all of them, so I will analyze them in an order that makes sense for this post. Bear with me here. However, I sense it's me not picking up on some of it and not that some videos really don't have a symbolism at all. Why, you ask? Because of the official video descriptions.

The post is long so I am putting the rest of it under a Read More. BUT!!! If you are interested in this topic but don't have enough time or willpower, open the readmore and read the last chapter, named "Puzzle". Trust me, that's where the most juice is.

The Nose-Looker

Symbolism significance: 3/5

This is the first video they released. The official description is "The nose is the window to the soul". The video starts with Rhett asking Link whether he would choose to only eat straight or curly fries for the rest of his life... Link cuts him off and confronts Rhett for staring at his nose and not at his eyes. Rhett is taken aback and admits looking at Link's nose, with the excuse that he just looked generally at the face and didn't know where exactly to focus. Link presses him to choose an eye to look at and makes a point that he is beautiful, which leaves Rhett speechless. After Rhett tries to manipulate unsuccessfully the conversation, he proposes that they should rather stop looking at each other. They start looking over each other's shoulders, which they characterize as "freeing". They see then a Ring girl and a falconer over each other's shoulders and I don't know if there is any symbolism in this or it was just to add a funny red-herring. The video ends with Link asking whether he could choose waffle fries, so I suppose something that is considered both straight and curly. Hmmm.

Aside from the suspicious fries talk, the obvious commentary here is that you can change the word "nose" with the word "lips" and you might as well have something that really happened. Even in GMM it was obvious how often Rhett looked at Link on the lips, so imagine how obvious it was in private. After the newsical kiss, after writing in his diary and taking the big decision, it wouldn't surprise me if this is the approach Link followed; to non-chalantly confront and expose Rhett, so that Rhett would have trouble escaping him.

Campin'

Symbolism significance : 4/5

This is the second video they released. The official description is "Just two guys enjoying the great outdoors...". Of course you know that all sentences that start with "just two of something" have a heavy sexual implication. This is the one most of the casual viewers found to have some innuedos, however the general concept behind it initially seems to be about people not being able to detach from technology and be immersed in nature. This, however, is once again the red herring. Watch this video and try to tell me they don't act like two people in a tent struggling to not have sex. They lie down to sleep supposedly, they muse about the beauty of nature and how they should do this regularly but then they are incredibly antsy and can't sleep. In fact, it's Link who always finds something annoying enough to disturb their effort to fall asleep. First, he needs to pump up his mattress. Second, he is too thirsty. Third, he is too hot. So, pumped up, thirsty and hot are Link's problems. At every mention of a new problem, Rhett jumps up and agrees that he has the same problem. As a result, they inflate their mattresses, they inject a hydrator in their veins and Link pulls his duvet and stays completely naked from the waist down. Then a cricket gets inside the tent and they leave screaming, only so we find out the tent was out of one of their houses (the whole detachment from nature thing). A neighbour sees Link running after Rhett with his junk out.

While there is not much of a story here, we should remember that there is something shady whenever Rhett and Link mention camping. Don't forget when they told Cuddle Queen Jean about two friends of theirs who once got lost in a hiking trail and had to spoon each other in the cold. CQJ said this could make them either "stop talking to each other" or the bestest of friends. Rhett added: "Right. Or more", which could suggest that Rhett knows how the relationship between "these two friends" evolved. They have also discussed how once Link forgot his sleeping bag and had to sleep together. In any case, there is some sort of significance in camping.

BFFs

Symbolism significance: 2/5

This is the third video they released. The official description is "They're so close they can finish each other's sentences". After staying too close to the microwave, Link develops the ability to finish Rhett's words and predict what he is going to say. Rhett manipulates him to believe this is not happening and then reveals himself as an agent who asks this Link to be withdrawn and recycled. Three masked men violently seize Link and a new Link without previous memory is offered to Rhett. Rhett introduces himself, clearly manipulating the new Link to think of him as his best friend. The music in this one is melancholic and a little haunting. The new Link is seen getting hypnotised by the microwave too.

While it's not very clear, I think the hint lies in the description. Apparently, by finishing Rhett's words Link violates some boundaries of their already extreme closeness. Rhett initially tries to talk him out of it and when this doesn't work, he recycles him. Perhaps this has to do with the church. The suspicion that Link wasn't straight could have been established early. Maybe Rhett saw it in himself to guide Link, to manipulate him that this is not actually the case. The fact that this seems to be happening again and again suggests that Link went through many periods of repression but his feelings for Rhett always emerged again.

Did You Get Me Anything?

Symbolism significance : 1/5

This is actually the fifth video they released but I am saving the fourth for last for reasons that will become clear very soon. The official description is "Never make a promise you don't intend to keep". In this one, Rhett and Link are amateur herpetologists who seek a rare monkey snake. The snake (devil? temptation?) bites Link, who falls into a temporary paralysis. Rhett looks deep into his eyes and can always tell what Link wants to be fed. Link's favourite foods apparently are: wood, dirt, living squirrels, glass and we also get a quick scene of Rhett with a toilet paper that I do not dare think what it implies (it's a joke ofc). At some point, Link almost seems to lose the battle, so Rhett tries to bring him to and promises to always feed Link with what he wants to eat by looking him deep in the eyes. Later, he seems to forget this but only for a moment. He gives Link a lamp to eat with Link appreciating this arrangement. Now, I don't know if this is entirely a symbolism but it probably is. We do get a "promise forever" and in light of everything else in this series of videos, it probably matters.

The Puzzle

Symbolism significance : 5000000000000000000000000000/5

This is one of the dirtiest videos Rhett and Link have made and I can't believe how under the radar it is despite its many views. Not only it is dirty but it is one of their most revelatory scripted work and, as you'll see below, in full sync with other content and spontaneous things they have said. To put it simply, this is their first time. I am gonna write a lot about this one, perhaps more than I wrote about anything else before.

This is the fourth video, so the last video before the "forever promise". The official description is "It's not all fun and games when a puzzle needs completing". Wanna see a similar statement?

On failing to push the shovel into the dirt at the first time, Rhett comments: "I don't know what I was expecting. And it immediately registered with me that this is not going to necessarily be easy or fun".

He's talking about the exact same thing. So let's actually start with the puzzle video. During a storm that keeps them inside their office, Link suggests they could play a puzzle to which Rhett responds enthusiastically. It was Link's initiative. Link was also the one who suggested they made as big a hole as possible. Leif in TLCOBC is the one who presses Rex to leave his own scooter and jump behind him on his own bike. (Just wait, it all clicks together in the end.)

We can be pretty sure that for quite some time at the beginning, Rhett and Link were really not good at solving puzzles or digging holes or biking together.

The gif is self-explanatory. Rarely have they been so clear, in fact. I don't know if their puzzle solving here is any accurate as a measure of their ineptness. Hopefully not, because, well, you would expect that men married for like 15 years at the time would be at least sliiiightly better at this than that. BONUS points for the very consciously chosen 80s amateur porno vibe and music specifically for this moment.

Eventually they get the puzzle almost complete. The puzzle, which pictures a dead grandpa inside a coffin, is however missing one piece. And you know the piece that's missing? THE HEAD.

Rhett and Link start to look frantically for the head (piece) and their panic rises. They stop and try to calm down by reciting this poem about the ocean and the calming lotion, which they repeated in their "Link straightens Rhett's hair" vlog. It doesn't help them though - the head doesn't just show up - so they panic again.

Now I will interrupt here to say a) we have the moment of Rhett failing to push the shovel in the dirt in the dug a hole video, b) we have that time Rhett said in GMM "For some time we had a little project called 'who is soft and who is moist '. It depended on the day", c) we have that time in GMMore Link told Rhett "Nobody is better than you at being flaccid", d) we have that slide GMM episode where Rhett said "I am gonna go hard but, you know, Rhett-hard" where Link interjects to say "Kinda limp. Got it" and then Rhett finishes by saying "- which is not as hard as some people" and e) I remember one time Link letting it slip that he had "helping" pills in his car.

I am willing to bet that at least at the first attempts they had, be it the awkwardness, the anxiety, everything that was at stake, their inexperience in this particular way of going at it, the secrecy or whatever else, Rhett had problems. So imagine if he actually took a helping pill and now watch what happens in the puzzle video:

Freaked out as they are, as nothing seems to be working, they decide to call the customer service of the puzzle company to complain. (Please God, Universe, please tell me they actually did this irl. Please). A Nora answers the phone and they complain they don't have the head. Nora tells them it's unlikely it's the puzzle's fault and Rhett and Link are basically fuming. Nora politely responds that this must be puzzle user error, which freaks Rhett. She further says all "puzzles" (pills) are tested by professionals and at this point their anger is hilarious. An out of his mind Rhett threatens to sue them and he stands up full of determination which is when Link sees he has the head on his raised arm. Freaked out again, Rhett however goes on with his threat. Nora senses the change in his voice and asks if they found the head. (PLEASE GOD TELL ME THIS HAPPENED AND IT'S NOT MADE UP.) At this point, as they don't know what to do, Link impulsively takes the head to his mouth, the puzzle piece, I mean. After an initial shock, Rhett screams nonsense at Nora to hide what's going on. Link starts choking and Nora hears his choking sounds and understands. Rhett keeps threatening her while simultaneously trying to save Link, in this way:

By the way his threat is: "I AM BEHIND YOU NORA. TURN AROUND AND SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND".

Turn around and say hello to my "little friend". This makes no sense with the context of the video. It's a classic "hard dick" reference. It's really one of the most glaring videos they have ever done.

The piece finally is ejected from Link's mouth and falls right on the puzzle and completes it, with this not at all lewd shot.

The head with Link's spit on it.

Nora perceives all of that. Rhett and Link, now very happy, confirm to her that that's what happened and thank her, but Rhett doesn't hang up the phone correctly.

Rhett: (still a little shocked) That escalated quickly.

Link: (content) Yeah, that's what happens when you put together a puzzle.

Nora: (politely) I am actually still on the phone.

Rhett and Link: ...

Nora: Well, I have you boys here, you mind answering a few survey questions?

Link: Sure!

Rhett: No problem.

Nora: On a scale of one to ten, how helpful was I today?

Rhett and Link: Ten?

Nora: Aaand on a scale of one to ten, how (inaudible) do you find the grandpa puzzles?

Rhett and Link:

It is reasonable to conclude at this point that their first time was great for Rhett, however he was entirely oblivious to the fact that for Link the experience was disappointing, if not painful. And yes, this is essentially established through their content too. Aside from the puzzle video, we have this:

This:

Notice their microexpressions.

We have a world darts game on GMM a few years ago where Link said: "I gotta dart first!" and Rhett muttered "Oh yeah I am used to that".

And of course, going back to the bike ride in TLCOBC:

After their falling behind in the chase for Alicia, Leif urges Rex to hop on his bike and let go of his scooter. Rex denies and defends his "scooter or pushing leg", supporting he simply hasn't trained it well yet, because it takes practice. After some argument, Rex cedes and hops on Leif's bike:

Rex abruptly hopped off his scooter and tossed it under a shrub on the side of the road. He stepped onto the two pegs jutting out from Leif’s back wheel, his hands on Leif’s shoulders. “Burn it.” And Leif did. He pedaled like he’d never pedaled before, rocketing forward even with the extra 150 pounds of lanky human freight. The fiery pain in his thighs was overwhelming, but as the boys rounded the last turn on Creek Road, the white dot reappeared ahead, and that was all the motivation Leif needed.

But despite all that they don't manage to catch Alicia and Leif is heartbroken:

“But…” Rex still had both hands and one foot on the fence. “So that’s it? We’re just giving up on her?” “I…I don’t know,” Leif said, wiping his wet cheeks, grateful for the cover of night. “Maybe.” (...)

Leif stared down the shadowy driveway, feeling like his heart had been injured.

But despite the obvious failure, Rex makes an unexpected comment.

“Hey, Leif,” Rex said out of nowhere (...) “Good call on the bike pegs.” Or not. Leif nodded and kept pedaling.

Even though they fail at saving Alicia, Rex is oblivious to Leif's heartbreak and his struggle. On the other hand, Leif seems to have regretted proposing the bike ride which was both very painful and eventually fruitless.

So above we have Link's barb that " a first time must be slow". Further above, we have him judging Rhett and saying he expected the hole digging to be more dramatic. And to go back to our puzzle video, Rhett had a ten that night but Link had only a two. I guess they were struggling so bad and when Rhett had finally some push from a pill or resolved the issue in whatever way, he went full force and with too much enthusiasm to last at all. (Plus there are running jokes even in GMM that Rhett doesn't last long usually, which might have to do with excessive enthusiasm!) This made the experience somewhat traumatic for Link though, as he didn't have time to adjust and enjoy this, and was building this up in his mind for a damn long time.

But we're still good. Judging from that GMM, they now have a rule of Link darting first. I wonder why they go back and back to this particular experience even in their scripts and not, say, their first mutually great time. Maybe this is off limits and off comedy, which would be totally understandable.

After this massive parenthesis, we reach the most crucial point. Nora asks the hardest question last: "And are you still embracing each other?"

This is my favourite moment. Despite Link's conflicting emotions and apparently their initial intent to keep this casual, they are just there still cuddling. It's important that this was filmed in late 2015. It suggests they realised super early that they weren't meant for casual. Then again, I don't know how they even believed they could do casual. You just don't decide to bone your best friend of 30 years casually, especially if you are supposedly a Christian straight married man. Lol casual. Medium. Judging from the digging a hole video, where Link first proposed the biggest hole possible and then downsized this to a medium hole so that he wouldn't scare Rhett away, it's clear Link never meant this to be casual but he did downplay what he wanted originally to convince Rhett, and Rhett was at a point that would let himself be convinced by anything.

As if ALL this wasn't enough, they add a post-title in the end, which is something they didn't do in any other of their videos. The font they chose was this:

Okay guys I GET IT chill now

Anyway these were my many cents for their old Sketchtober. The fact that these videos were filmed in 2015 certainly puts things into perspective.

[prismartist]

a medium rare occurrence

part 6 (final) of To break bread, the series about soulbounds and food.

Ao3

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“Why don’t you eat?” Scott asks during one of their brief, very painful encounters.

Pearl gives Scott an amused look. “What do you mean? Of course I eat.”

“Yeah, but not enough. You know how often I get so weak from hunger pangs?”

“Of course I do!” Pearl giggles. “I’m the one causing them!”

“You’re really trying to get us killed, huh,” he bemoans.

“Sure am!”

Scott gives a hard, disparaged look that lasts a second too long, then walks off, snow trailing from his jacket. Pearl can’t shake the feeling that he’s up to something.

Pearl’s never been the most conservative of people, at least in this world. Everyone knows it. Her soulmate knows it. She herself even knows it. 

Still, she’s aware that living off the land and a few stalks of wheat isn’t ideal. She can barely make half a stack of bread every day—which starts to get stale after a while—and any animals are few and far between. Even the meat is mostly unseasoned, half-raw and tasteless on her tongue, which is numb from the snow most of the time. 

But she knows Scott can feel the frequent pangs of hunger, and she takes whatever comfort she can get from that fact.

She climbs up her tower after a long day out doing, well, the usual torture and menacing. When she pops her head up, gasping as if coming up for air, there’s a sign and chest waiting for her. 

Pearl freezes, bracing herself for a threat of some sort. Another Red message wouldn’t be much of a surprise. She stands, approaches it cautiously, until she reads the small script written neatly in cyan dye. 

Saw you only had wheat. Thought you might want better saturation. Please eat. xoxo, ur ex.

Inside the chest is a paper bag full of beef steak, still warm. Seasoned and marinated too, judging by the scent. It fills Pearl’s brain and makes her mouth water to the brim. There’s an urge, the unhinged side of her that’s snapped since the beginning, to just dive in and devour the whole bag then and there. Instead she takes a deep breath and a piece of paper from her inventory—clean, she thinks, hopefully—and uses it to grip one of the steaks. In another world she might’ve put it on a plate, enjoyed it with carrots and potatoes and rice, but one can’t really afford any pleasantries. 

She starts to bring it to her lips, but halts. Does she really want to accept Scott’s gift? A few hours ago they were staring each other in the face as snow dug into their skin. She has half a mind to refuse, to chuck all of it to Tilly and let her and her soulmate starve. 

But her stomach growls like her wolves, and oh god, there's seasoning on this.

So Pearl holds the steak up to her face, breathes in the scent once more; it hits her like a truck this time. She bites off a chunk and lets out a satisfying groan, the juice running down her fingers and chin.

It’s the best thing she’s had in weeks.

–––

Scott smiles as the taste of his own cooking floods his tongue, and the annoying hunger dissipates in his stomach.

“Thank god,” he mutters to himself, amused at the overwhelming umami. She must be devouring it. That’s on brand for her.

There’s a knock at the door, a rhythm only Scott would recognize. “Come in, Cleo.”

Cleo walks in, holding a leather bag. “Heeyyy.”

“Hiya.” Scott eyes the bag curiously. “What you got there?”

“Gift from an ex.” They walk over to him, untying the string. “Had a surprisingly lovely bonding experience with him.”

Scott raises his brows. “Is that so?”

“That is indeed so. But don’t tell him that.” They open the mouth and tilt it so Scott can see the loaf of bread within, cut in half and filled with pulled beef. “Quite yummy stuff. I dunno what he put in the marinade, but whatever it is, it’s good.”

“A date with your divorced soulbound? Must be a night of miracles.”

“Midnight magic, I guess.” Cleo shrugs, then scrunches closed the mouth and hands the bag to Scott. “How’s your kind-of offering to your maniac of an ex?”

Scott takes the bag. “It’s going well, actually. I currently feel like I’m stuffing my mouth with meat.”

Cleo giggles. “Lucky you.”

“I know.”

“Well, that ought to last you two for the next couple days.”

“God, I hope, because I know she’s not going to eat anything after this.”

Cleo gives an amused smile, then turns. “Well, I best be off. Have fun with your ex.”

“I will. Night, Cleo.”

“Goodnight, Scott.”

They shut the door behind them, and Scott lays down, enjoying the taste of steak. He waits for Pearl to finish his gift before he drifts off, feeling sleep take them over at the same time.

[rivertalesien]

Crappy Political Prediction:

I don't think Trump will be president again. I don't know if he'll end up in prison before the election or after, or at all, but I don't think a second term is in his future. I think the GOP is going to pivot to maintain power *and* calm some of the extremist shit around them (while not actually doing anything). Business is business and it's not hard to see with the number of strikes going on, that there's a massive mood shift away from far-right politics in this country. In spite all of their gerrymandering propaganda BS, the fascist views of the GOP are not popular nor widely-held and they know it. They'll switch tactics as necessary. If they can't force the country to accept their neo-nazism, they'll just keep the downward slide going.

DeSantis isn't a viable candidate: he's off the rails, but he's a useful tool. They'll let him carve Florida out and use it as their lesson to the rest of the country. RFK jr is an ego-driven distraction. That really leaves one guy out there and the grooming has already begun.

The media is already depicting Mike Pence as this moral guy who stood up to Trump. It's pure bullshit, but it's the narrative they're going with. Set between the two extremes of Trump and DeSantis, Pence seems like a calm elder statesmen, a "principled conservative" and another Reagan in the offing.

Biden has dug himself into too many holes: his stand on migrants, the massive failures over Covid (putting the economy before people's lives and insisting we all return to in-person jobs that can be done from home is ableist af and disrespectful to the million-plus who have died in this country alone or the millions now suffering with long Covid), the blind support for Israel as some of the worst of its apartheid policies are widely condemned; the country is under massive labor strikes on his watch as he refuses to support raising the federal minimum wage during an economic depression where gas and grocery prices are overwhelming people, especially families, and assistance is even harder to get. He's barely visible to the public and doesn't speak to the country much at all. This just fuels rumors of his competence (also ageist and ableist, but we're talking perceptions here and how the media will use them against him. Tends to work).

Oh, and he still hasn't declared a climate emergency during one of the worst years of extreme weather we've seen so far.

Yes, he's put more progressive judges on the bench, but he's failed to expand the Supreme Court to counter their deep corruption. This is nonsensical. As the invasion of Ukraine continues, the cost of sending military aid balloons and that creates mistrust the GOP will happily exploit (and Putin will applaud).

Biden is in his 80s during a time when elder politicians like Mitch McConnell and Dianne Feinstein are being clearly abused for political gain. The GOP continues to rub his son Hunter's runaway capitalism in his face, even as they can't make anything else stick.

Pence is 64 and gets around.

He's also notorious for his evangelical beliefs that led to some of the worst anti-LGBT legislation in Indiana's history. He supports the end of public schooling, tried pushing "creationism" against science in public school curricula and has promoted conversion therapy.

Pence supports the coal industry and has shown no interest in the climate crisis or offering any solutions for it. While governor of Indiana, he worked against any plans to curb carbon emissions.

His tenure in Indiana saw a return to HIV outbreaks thanks to Pence's stand on needle exchange programs. His views couldn't be more anti-LGBT.

He's pro-gun, anti-public health, anti-abortion. But he's also fairly soft-spoken about it all and easily flipflops his positions when its convenient.

A quiet fascist, in other words.

He enabled Trump's worst behaviors and actions, including the assassination of an Iranian general, lied to and misled the people throughout the remainder of Trump's presidency over Covid and its effects, and still got called a "decent guy" by Joe Biden.

It will be fairly easy for the press to spin Pence as a victim of Trump and even heroic for "standing up to" the orange menace (but only when politically expedient), whose followers called for Pence's execution following the events of January 6, 2020. He'll be touted as a moderate, an antidote to Maga-extremism and the worst of his own beliefs and actions will be suppressed and conveniently shoved under a rug.

Since at least 2022, Pence has been positioning himself as this moderate voice, assailing the GOP's stance on Putin, while doubling down on his stance for "parents rights" -- the anti-trans dog whistle. He's old-school GOP, playing nice with Dems, while subverting democracy the way they used to do it: in the dark.

He and Biden are almost weird mirrors of the other, but Pence is the younger version.

Dems might be hopeful that Pence will be so divisive a candidate for the GOP that Biden will prevail over that alone. Liberal political analysts love suggesting the GOP will follow Trump right into the ground. I don't think so.

I think Pence could very well be their not-so-surprise candidate.

Half this country is perfectly fine with the far-right's turn to explicit fascism. The GOP will want to put a polite face on it.

Biden and the perpetually unseen Harris will have nothing to offer against it. He coasted into the Dem nomination without doing a thing and they'll try to coast again, thinking the country is sick of the GOP and Trump. Maybe they'll be right, who knows.

But they're not inspiring people to rush out and vote for them, is the point. Dems and their lack of energy and momentum toward dealing with the climate crisis and burgeoning fascism is a real problem. It is *the* problem. It makes them look more like enablers.

People showed up in unprecedented numbers to vote Trump out; they didn't have any choice over the Democratic candidate, but I don't know anyone who was truly enthusiastic for Biden. There's the odd blue maga out there who tries to spin it, but it's hard when the man himself reneges then futzes on his campaign promises, like student debt. Hard to spin him as a good president when he offers gas and oil contracts while the world's science community is screaming over tipping points and globally we are experiencing the last step toward the wet bulb moment.

Pence could mop the floor with him.

And that's when fascism becomes "respectable" and not an "extremist" position.

Because demoralized Dems might stay home next year (listen to Black folks on this one). But the GOP won't.

Organizing against this system is the only way forward. Dems won't get us there.

You want change? Support unions, support strikes and vote in every local election to put progressives on school boards and energy boards and every other community organization, including libraries.

This is where the big differences are made: a progressive community can stand against its would-be oppressors. There are more of us. We need to act like it.

[junebugwriter]

Transition III

I have a problem, and the problem is that I push myself too fast all the damn time.

I say this specifically in regards to the rate at which I'm transitioning. I met with my therapist this past week, and I talked about the struggles I'm facing with going in public in girlmode. Last week, I was in public again and had a panic attack. I did great--I went to the doctor, I went to Ulta to get some starter makeup, then Target to get my HRT--but I still panicked. The core of my problem is not any transphobia or hostility I faced, but rather my own self-confidence. I don't have any.

We dug down into the root causes of it. How I never developed a healthy sense of self because of my history of an abusive relationship and then a toxic work environment right as I began my career. I was caught up in a slew of demoralizing experiences, which chipped away at my self-identity to the point where I didn't have much of a sense of self at all for the majority of my adulthood. So how in the hell am I supposed to be self-confident now when I don't even know how to be confident in the first place?

Not that I had much confidence in childhood or adolescence mind you. Being deep in denial about my gender identity, coupled with the constant background radiation of living in small-town conservative Texas, there was little chance of me having any kind of healthy sense of self. So what makes me think that I can just go outside and walk around Target in feminine clothes and not crumple into a puddle of anxiety at the horror of existing in public as my authentic self.

I'm scared of that authenticity, because most of my life, I've been told I was wrong in some way. Deficient. Incorrect. Not "man" enough. My brain has retained all those negative thoughts deep in the recesses of my mind. I know why it tells me these things. Brains are really good at survival, but not very good at making a person happy. Brains and human instinct for millennia of human development were focused entirely on surviving to the next day and reproducing a new generation. My mind has absorbed all the rules, norms, and social knowledge so that I can police myself into conforming better.

I know I was pretty garbage at it, but the part of my brain that wants to protect me still wants me to conform. Being honest in the past has gotten me hurt. Being authentic has always backfired against me. So my fear of stepping outside of any norm or social safety structure is a real struggle.

This past week, I went to go see an opera in San Francisco. While there, my partner got my attention, and pointed out someone who was worthy of note. This person was tall, had a beard, full makeup, and the most elegant of black evening gowns and some killer heels. I only saw this person in passing, but immediately I envied their aesthetic and confidence. They were strong enough to go to the opera as themselves, resplendent in gender nonconforming glory. They were happy, free, and beautiful. I was in boymode, because I couldn't bear to be in public and ruin the night with a panic attack that could have been avoided. But seeing them made me hopeful that I might be able to do the same in the future.

I'll try my best to be more classically feminine. I want to be that way, because that's what comes natural to me. But I need to slow down. I need to allow myself to build up the confidence necessary to be myself. I might get there one day. Just not yet. And I can't hurry myself any faster than I need to be.

So I will be patient. I'll try to build up my confidence on days when I'm not in public. Be myself when I have the moral reserves for it. As much as I wish I could go faster, transition is a process that takes an achingly long time to go through. And I'm only beginning. I've got to give myself the grace to go slow.

[castielsfeatheredballs]

the winchesters s01 e01 review

Hii! I just watched the pilot of The Winchesters and these are my initial thoughts. It’s not too spoilery, I don’t think, but if you want to go in completely blind you should be careful! 

tl; dr: so far I like how they are handling the connection between the two shows. I enjoyed this episode a lot. If I had to give it a grade, and I’m being very conservative here because I anticipate future episodes being even better, I would go with a solid 7.5 out of 10.

story and intertextuality

So far I like how they are handling the connection between the two shows. Whatever the in-story explanation is for Dean narrating, so far he sounds like he’s directing addressing the audience and our concerns which might not be to everyone’s taste but I personally loved it, it feels respectful and thoughtful, like there’s a continuing dialogue between the show and its spectators, which I think is appropriate given the relationship Supernatural has with its fanbase. 

Now for the story itself: I like the continuing theme of lost fathers, search for fathers etc. It sounds like they’re really going to set up the intergenerational trauma and the cycle of abuse/neglect that goes on with this family. I surprisingly love that Mary and her dad are just discovering the Men of Letters now because to me it feels like–monster hunting is so fraught with peril and trauma that there are big chunks of history that keep going missing, and even a hunting family like the Campbells doesn’t have the full picture. 

They’re being very careful with how it all ties into main Supernatural canon via Dean–not saying anything yet but they explicitly reassure the audience more than once that this is going to lead somewhere in regards to Dean, the apparent retcons etc. for now, this is enough for me. 

Something that jumped out at me, and I think I enjoyed it all the more because it was such a subtle call back I honestly can’t tell if it was even intentional, was Millie telling John to ‘come home’ in the end, which echoed the iconic Woman in White catchphrase in the Supernatural pilot: ‘you can never go home’, which in hindsight was a thesis statement of the whole show. The fact that they parallelled it in the Winchesters pilot? Makes me go absolutely feral.

the core characters

John

He looks like young Sam!

I do not love that he monologues his feelings all the time. Feels like a tell, don’t show. His best moment was probably when he dug the silver shard out of his arm (insane. Loved it.) and threw himself in front of the Rugarou to buy Mary time. Feels like a hint of the self-sacrificial, violent bastard we all love to hate. That one sequence also leaned into a Supernatural tried and true staple–pretty men covered in blood, which he wears well. 

I like that they made him pathetic, although the ‘stop helping’ scene was a bit too much for my taste.

This is probably too much to hope for but I kinda wish they’d expand on his reasons for joining the Marines–specifically, his political worldview. Like, beside the fact that Vietnam was a horrific and traumatic experience for him obviously, what are his actual thoughts on the war? 

Mary

At first she came across to me as a bit too cool, too aloof, too quippy, too ‘not like other girls’. Her dynamic with Carlos and Latika was really what made her come alive: I enjoyed seeing her being so mean to her friends and pushing everyone away and them pushing back. It’s kind of reminiscent of Dean that way, without being too on the nose. It also speaks to a deeper issue than just skin deep action-hero. 

Latika

Before I watched the pilot I predicted that this show was going to owe a lot to Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and it shows a lot in Latika, she’s clearly the Willow of this series: brainy, babbly, shy, scared but wanting to fight anyway. She wears it well though and her reluctance does balance out the other characters, and she is charming. 

Carlos

I LOVE him. Yeah yeah basic bitch behavior, I know. He is a bit stereotypical, but I think his dynamic with Mary is especially good–he brings up that hidden side of her, the genuinely mean one, which is interesting to see. I’m also loving the rapport he’s building with John, both because they’re a classic odd couple–flamboyant Carlos and square-jawed, all American boi John? We love to see it. I am also very much hoping that he’ll try to hit on John at some point because that would be HILARIOUS. 

the ship

I am on the fence about the fact that they’re obviously immediately captivated by each other. On one hand, I prefer slow burns and chemistry developing slowly and naturally; on the other, I get that this is the John/Mary show so the focus is on their relationship from the start and also, they’re both young and hot and have a connection, so I can see them acting like that from the very start. Also, it’s fun to watch Mary’s reluctance and her inevitable thawing to John’s relentless charm. Watching this I realized that we got very little John/Mary interaction in main Supernatural, comparatively, and that made it a bit difficult to reconcile Mary having fallen in love so strongly with John, known trash fire of a man. However, watching all this play out in The Winchesters, I get it. It’s like watching a car crash, you’re like girl, NO, but also yeah, I can see why you’re falling. 

acting

Best one was John’s mom (Bianca Kajlich). I was instantly captivated. When he came home from the war it seemed like they were setting up for a banter-y reunion then she crumbled and RAN to hug him and there was real, raw emotion there. 

I was extremely curious to watch Drake Rodger as John and I think that, while he was a little over-eager in some moments, he found his sea legs over the course of the episode. I feel like there’s potential there and I look forward to watching him grow into the character even more. 

I don’t have any specific notes about the others, they’re all generally good enough so it doesn’t register that they’re acting, Nida Khurshid is very charming as Latika and Jojo Fleites is a screen-piercer.

aesthetics

Love ‘em! They went for a defining look, which is nice–based on the trailer, I thought it was gonna be a bit too sleek and polished but they leaned into a specific visual vibe which gives character to the show.

miscellaneous

Shout out to the opening sequence! It was a delightfully on-the-nose Indiana Jones homage. Something I love about original Supernatural is how unapologetic it is in its loving and referencing other pop culture staples (mainly through Dean). I like that they are keeping up this in The Winchesters, the writer and director were clearly having a lot of fun there, and I’m always going to enjoy honest fun. 

closing thoughts

I enjoyed this episode a lot. If I had to give it a grade, and I’m being very conservative here because I anticipate future episodes being even better, I would go with a solid 7.5 out of 10. It was fun, it was interesting, it was clearly made with love and care and appreciation of the source material. My main issue with it is that it’s actually a little too careful: from John laying out all his issues in the text, to the way the final action sequence was shot trying to give each character space, to slot all the pieces together–that was a bit awkward to watch. While I greatly appreciate the thoughtfulness with which they’re handling this show, I think that eventually it’s gonna have to trust itself a bit more to really grow into its full potential.

[araisbored]

In this lovely post, I will be reviewing the new album of a filipino artist Juan Karlos. I am not new in digesting albums as I’m a self-proclaimed music connoisseur. But what’s refreshing for this post was that it was from a Filipino artist. For the record, I always loved OPM. I love classic OPMS. I grew up, WE all grew up listening to them. But I just have never really dug into the deep. Album per album. Music industry in the Philippines was very different. The last thing a Filipino does is to support a Filipino music artist unless they’re colonized by the west or the artist got famous in the west. Everything was all about the west. But then things changed in the past decade. Which is a good thing. People started appreciating OPM again. I only have vivid memories of how OPM started. I’m not saying that OPM was not loved before. It always has been. But the younglings started loving it again when IV Of Spades released mundo. Then Juan Karlos’ Buwan followed. That’s when they all started catching the youth's and even not so youthful people’s attention. 

JK’s music entries to Ara’s Music chart wasn't always consistent but it’s not always a miss. I also disregard his somewhat homophobic remarks to Darren Espato. (if you know what happened there please tell me.) because I have no idea of what happened to them. My whole opinion and fondness for him is based on his music.

I am not new to JK’s music. I LOVE BUWAN and all its parts. (Wow) I love the Kundiman version of it even more. After he released buwan, and when it went viral. People just kept asking for more bangers and karaoke hits. He kept on giving but we almost believed that there would be no other hit that was going to be made. Shot puno happened which did well but never really peaked in my top 5. A few months later, ERE came. And she cooked, ate and washed the dishes.

When the song came out it was the perfect song for my situation. One of the biggest factors of charting in my personal music chart was always based on my mood. If I’m too happy or if I’m too sad. You wouldn't be on my top 10 no matter how many people like it or how heart breaking your song was. Safe to say she checks all the boxes.

Spoiler alert! Ere wasn’t my favorite in the album. It was my bias wrecker (lol for fuck sake my vocabulary is so 12 years old) from time to time but it wasn’t my favorite. It was paru-paro. You know me and my metaphors and similes and hyperboles. If you have those you got me, and I think Paru-paro hits all of it. Let’s get on to it for a little while. Also, I know I told you I was reviewing the whole album. Another spoiler alert…… I won’t be reviewing all the songs. So technically it was a half-album review or… maybe just my favorites. But still…. It is what I call it.

Let’s start with the album opener.

Track 1: Sad songs and bullshits. Which was the title of the album. The song was also registered as Sad songs and b******t. On a side note, it was very funny when it appeared on my car. 

The apostrophes are taking me out. Hahaha.  

Right off the bat, I think it's very smart and funny. And very straight to the point. A simple title that describes the album as it is.That's what exactly his album was. Sad songs and some other bullshit drama he has. And I might say, a good song opener. I like the parts where he encourages everyone to join him in his journey and to cry with him. Engaging with your listeners in a song is such a good song. 

Track 2, would be the ever famous, ERE.

I think what caught people’s attention was how sharp and bold the song was. It was very unusual for a Filipino song to actually include curse words. It’s a lot of risk as well because we all know how conservative a Filipino household was. So for this song to go viral let alone to be played in a house with you lola or mom listening? was truly a history. ICONIC. I noticed on some or most of JK’s songs is that he’s not afraid to utilize the silence. When you ask people what caught their attention in a JK song, it’s that he’s screaming or he’s belting, which is true, if he’s performing or when we reach the chorus or the bridge or the melody, which obviously are all true and good points. But what I noticed is the eeriness or the calm before the storm. It’s always calm on the start like he really wanted to tell you a story in a manner where it’s like he’s telling it to YOU. And only after he finishes that, that’s when the loudness and craziness comes in. And I love that about his music. It’s very expressive in that way. 

This song might be very catchy because of the use of words, specifically the curse word. But what the palaman of this song was really the story and the whole heart poured to a girl who hurt him. 

Track 3, may halaga pa ba ako sayo?

This is what I’m talking about when I say he’s not afraid of the silence. Although this is not my favorite track. This supports what I said earlier about the eeriness. 

If you like Track 4, close your eyes because I’m skipping it.

Track 5, Paruparo.

My favorite out of all the songs in that album. I think I resonate the best with this song. It’s such a let go and be-happy song. So comforting. And I might add… the words. The rhyming… just *chef’s kiss* When I listened to that song, after hearing the lines: “Kasing haba ba ng buong buhay ng isang.. Paruparo, paruparo, paruparo, paruparo” I immediately searched how long does a butterfly live. Look at that! JK teaching us some biology… who would’ve thought? 

The metaphors and personification and such are the main reason why I was captivated by this song. I just think it was really smart of him to compare the butterfly’s life to the span of their relationship. Such a smart way of comparing something and how brief they are. I also like how he rhymes the word Paru-paro, the title of the song, to some lyrics of the song(wow, arrah thats basically what songwriting is)For instance: 

‘Paano na tayong dalawa? Pa-paano, pa-paano, pa-paano, pa-paano’ , ‘Masakit man ang katotohanan na ako'y 'di

Para sa'yo, para sa'yo, para sa'yo, para sa'yo’, ‘Ayokong maging hadlang sa pagkamit ng mga

Pangarap mo sa buhay, aking sinta’

It won’t make sense if you haven’t listened to the song.

I also think that this song resonates the most with me. Or how I’m trying to be. Or what I wanted to say to someone who is not in my life anymore.

Track 6: Gabi (ft. Zild)

I love this song. Such a comforting song. Also good when you play it while driving. Bad thing if you’re sleepy. 

A song where two friends are drinking, and just talking about their breakups and life in general. Reminds me of Filipino walwalan days. If you’re pinoy, you know that kahit anong mangyari, shot lang katapat. Break-up? Tara inom. Lose a job? Tara inom. Masanggi lang, tara inom agad yan for sure. And this song reminds me so much of those times with my friends. Not the inuman part because we really don’t drink much. Me and my friends are not the drinker type of group. But the friendship and the presence of having them. We’re all far away from each other now. And this kind of song makes me hope that I was with them or wish I can see them if I’m having a hard time. This song will hit you if you have a solid friendship. 

I like Zild’s verse and voice. So calming. I also like how he rhymes everything. I know it’s basic songwriting but I wanna give them their cookies. They deserve it. The harmonization at the end is AMAZING! You can clearly hear both of their trademark, although I think this is more of a Zild kind of production. But I won’t know, I’m not an expert. And I’m not with them when they record this.

Track 7: Time Machine

I thought it was a sweet song because of the harmony and how upbeat it was compared to the other songs. But when the chorus hits, it turns out to be a sad song. A guy who reminisces about his past relationship and how he wishes he could turn back the time. Hence, the title: Time machine. I like the part that goes: ‘At tayo'y la-la-la-la-lalamigin’ I think that’s very JK. Very on brand. Just a little harot on the side. A lovely song.

The rest of the songs are getting skipped. Sorry. It’s just not my vibe and I don’t think I will form an opinion on something I care about a little. (Not in a mean way. All of his songs are good. And I will listen to them while I’m driving. I just prefer these songs over the rest. And I hope that you understand my stand. If you’re a JK fan, and you love all of these, GOOD for you. And if you’re JK who miraculously ends up reading my post. JK, I love this album. I can’t wait for what you will offer us next.)

And that concludes my review. Overall if I will rate this album, I will give it a 4 out of 5. I can’t wait for more JK albums in the future. I am really happy about the success of OPM these days. It’s about time. I hope this album or JK won't be the last OPM artist I will write about. 

Xx, Ara

[writteninkat]

heyy!! what about a S/O that bites?👀 the area they chose dosen't matter she would still bite [character name]

it can be SFW and/or NSFW whatever seems more fun for you >:)

-🐌

BNHA GUYS WITH AN S/O WHO BITES

w/ Bakugou, Todoroki, Midoriya, Kirishima, Kaminari

a/n: this caught my eye honestly i love this idea

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KATSUKI BAKUGOU

first time you bit him, it was a way for you to not moan. like you were holding back the embarrassing sound and his shoulder was the closest to your lips

as he rammed inside you, both of you closing in on your highs, your nails dug onto his back and your mouthed closed in on his exposed shoulder, biting with so much force you felt sorry about tasting blood

once the both of you have calmed down, Katsuki immediately takes his phone and looks at the bite mark with his front camera

"'Suki, I am so sorry!" You gasp, seeing the red (and kind of bleeding) bite mark on his shoulder

Katsuki smirks and throws his phone back on the nightstand, his lips hungrily kissing your jaw

"Do it again"

SHOTO TODOROKI

Shoto seems like the guys who'd want to be all conservative about your guys' sex life but I bet you my kidney he's the complete opposite

when he goes to the gym with the rest of the boys, he usually wears a loose sweater and some shorts but when he knows you've left your marks on him, he's gonna be working out shirtless the entire time

and he doesn't shy away from all the staring as well

as he does pull ups, the guys'll be staring at your claw marks on his back and especially noting the bite marks all over his chest, shoulders and sides and in the mirror he'll look at them all smug like "mmhmm they're an animal. if you pray maybe the guy up there might give you one, too."

EIJIRO KIRISHIMA

he's always been the one to leave bite marks all over your body but they gave you a thought

what if you tried to bite him?

all your friends tend to mind their own business but the second they see you two walk out with bite marks on your necks and shoulders, they can't fight their eyes from widening and their jaws from dropping

kiri feels highly smug and proud about it, as if he'd just taught you how to play the violin in a night

he loves the sight of your mark on him and even shows it off to his friends who take a step back

"they're an animal, bro. didn't think it was able to fall for them even more but god i'm down bad!"

IZUKU MIDORIYA

the second you bite him, this man is creaming all over

it doesn't matter if you've just started the second round seconds ago, dig your teeth on him and he's putty in your hands

when you first bit him, it was really unintentional. but at that same night, you also find out you may be a switch and the day after you can't help but daydream about izuku's flushed, panting face as you ride him, leaving your bite marks all over his body

"too sensitive... too sensitive!" izuku whines making you coo at him. you press down on the new bite mark you've given him on his hard chest, the pain causing him to lose himself and release inside you. you pout at his helpless reaction, "aww, but i didn't give you permission to cum yet."

DENKI KAMINARI

he finds it absolutely adorable; your weak attempt at not cumming before him

he made you a bet, telling you he'll give you free reign on his black card if you don't cum before him. and you took it cause you didn't feel like being a lil bitch

"look at you, taking my cock like a champ." denki chuckles

he knows your weak spots too well. dirty talk, degrading, rough and deep thrusts.

you thought if you held your group and focused all the build-up on something else, you may delay your high for even just a few seconds

so you bite the back of your palm. bad idea.

the second you feel the pain, your walls are clenching around his cock greedily and you feel a shiver rippling its way up your spine

well. new kink unlocked.

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

Apologies if this has been asked for a prompt, but how about one where they discover the real origins of the curse (like how they do in the last one) but in 1978 so they’re able to save Tommy? Can we also pretend it’s early on so he doesn’t end up killing anybody A very dramatic yet happy ending as Cindy ends up living but obvi the reader and Tommy are together and they get their own 70s version of “burgers and the pixies” :)

Hello :)) I love this prompt and this is also technically a semi-sequel to "are you in there?" where basically they tie him up and Cindy and Alice do what they need to in order to break the curse :)

Pizza and Aerosmith (Tommy Slater x Reader)

Warnings: major character death, blood mention/described, axe violence mentioned, devil shit mentioned, cursing, betrayal, attempted violence, minor angst, kissing, not proof read sorry

Word Count: 4.9k

"Her body wasn't there!" Alice yelled, throwing down her trowel and her walkie talkie. They'd told you about ten minutes before that they were heading back to the cabin, and you'd expected them to be carrying a bag of bones in tow. You and Arnie's heads snapped to her and Cindy, and your mouth fell open for a minute as you tried to think of what to say. Of what to do.

That night, your boyfriend had been possessed. If it had been six hours ago, you wouldn't have believed it yourself. But, after the four of you had found his name carved into solid stone and he nearly went for an axe to chop up Arnie, it was hard to deny.

You'd dragged him to your cabin. You weren't supposed to be supervising color war, so there was no reason anyone should've come to get you. And, well, you couldn't exactly let your boyfriend near anyone. You'd had to tie him up and leave him on your bed, where he continuously squirmed and tried to harm pretty much anyone within a certain distance to him. That alone made you positive that this wasn't your Tommy.

"Well, what do you mean it wasn't there?" Arnie asked as he stood up. They were talking, explaining, too fast for you to catch up. The body was there. The body wasn't there.

"Maybe you dug in the wrong place." You said, trying to be hopeful, and Cindy proceeded to lift up a rock. Written on it was, The witch forever lives. Shit, alright. Maybe they didn't dig in the wrong place.

But, that left the four of you in a deep pile of shit. What were you supposed to do? How would you find Sarah Fiers body? It had been over three hundred years, and Nurse Lanes diary was about the only insight you had! You sat on the bed, ignoring Tommy's jerking and grunts. You reached out to place a hand on his arm as you stared at the wall across from you.

You'd promised him you'd get him free of this. That the four of you would do what you needed to in order to help him. Alice and Arnie had already suggested- You weren't even going to think about it. You didn't care if finding the body sounded impossible. You'd successfully found the hand, and not even Nurse Lane had been able to do that. You could all find her body too. You went over everything you knew of the curse in your mind, and interrupted whatever fight Alice and Cindy were having to say,

"The blood." And they both turned. You looked up, at the three of them. "The blood. Blood falls whenever Sarah Fier is near. We just have to walk around camp and wait-"

"Wait until one of us gets a nosebleed? Are you serious?" Alice interrupted, and Arnie was quick to join in.

"That could take all night!" Arnie said, and you gave each of them a look. It was better than their idea. And, even if Arnie and Alice did seem particularly cynical about everything, for a second- Just for a second you'd seen how much they wanted to end this. For Tommy, for Shadyside. And there was really only one way to make this go faster.

"It wouldn't if you had more help."

***

At first, they'd thought just you and Arnie, but your plan stretched farther than that. It was why Joan, Gary, Ziggy, and, to all of your surprise, Nick Goode, stood in your cabin, staring at the tied up form of your boyfriend.

"Y'know, when Joan and I were talking about the curse earlier, we were just messing with you guys." Gary said, and part of your stomach sank when Joan agreed with,

"Yeah, this is way trippy." You knew it was going to be hard to convince them. You knew it was a long shot in total darkness but what else could you do?

"We know this sounds crazy," Cindy started, and you were happy she was the one taking over. Out of all of you, she was the one that would never play a prank like this. And if she believed it- Well. "We can even show you what we found, but we have to do it quick. Tommy- From what we know, he doesn't have a lot of time and-"

"I believe you." Nick interrupted, and you watched as Ziggy was quick to turn to him.

"What?" She quickly asked, an incredulous look on her face. And, while the sisters were as different as could be, you could see the resemblance between them when it came to their skepticism. Nick looked at her, even reached out to place a hand on her arm.

"Look at him, Ziggy. That's- That's Tommy Slater. He couldn't even kill the rat they found in the kitchen earlier in the month and now he's-" He glanced over at him just as Tommy let out a particularly hard thrash, and you tried to calm him. You shushed him, pushing his hair out of his face. His forehead was sweaty from all his exertion, his arms straining against the rope. Having more people in the room seemed to aggravate him more, and you watched as his teeth bit the gag in his mouth. "And Nurse Lane attacking him? Really, is it so hard to believe that it's all connected? That it's all..." He didn't need to finish for you to know where he was going, but he did anyways. "Sarah Fier?" For a moment, you nearly swore that you wanted to hug the kid. You glanced back over, watching as Ziggy looked between you and Tommy.

You'd never been close to her. Sure, you were friends with her sister, but, from what you'd heard from Cindy, they were hardly close either. But, you gave her a tilt of your head and you watched as she let out a small sigh and a roll of her eyes.

"What do you even need us to do?"

***

Cindy and Alice were going to take them to see what they'd found, to convince those that still needed an extra push, and then go find the body of Sarah Fier. You'd explained to them that at least two people needed to watch Tommy at all times, and that's when Nick Goode surprised you again.

"I can stay with him." He offered, and you'd given him a confused look. You and Arnie quickly shared a glance. The two of you had been watching Tommy all night, had an unspoken bond, a similar one to the one Cindy and Alice were building, already. "Arnie can go with his girlfriend and I can stay here." And you didn't miss the glance he sent towards Cindy. She'd been glaring at him the second he seemed just a little too familiar with her sister. You supposed he didn't want to spend the rest of the night caught in her group, and, well, part of you couldn't blame him. Especially when she quickly agreed. While the groups got ready to part ways, Arnie quietly asked you,

"You okay with this?" And you bit your lip for a moment. You should be. The Nick kid, while you didn't know him well, was always the nicest out of the Sunnyvale counselors. And, well, he was the only one that actually believed you. Completely believed you. And you knew that if you were in Arnie's shoes, you'd want to tag along with Alice. Really, you couldn't think of a reason to say no. So, why did you have a pit in your stomach?

"Yeah, sure. Just- Get this over with quick, okay?" You asked him, and he gave you a nod and a smile. He held out his hand for a fist bump, and you gave him one. Last second, you handed him the second walkie talkie that you'd given to Alice before, and quietly told him, "Keep it on, okay?" And, while his eyes had been confused, he'd given you a nod.

You'd been trying to conserve the batteries all night, but, with the pit in your stomach, you didn't want to take any chances.

***

Cindy, Alice, and Arnie took the others to see the room they'd found. That alone was enough proof the show that they weren't fucking around. That this wasn't some sort of sick prank. Though, as they walked out of the room, Ziggy still had questions,

"Well, yeah- I get this being a curse and all, but who lit the candle? Who wrote his name?" And Joan was quick to add,

"Yeah, like, you guys were with Tommy all day so it's not like he wrote himself." And the three of them paused. They'd been so caught up in trying to break the curse, in trying to save Tommy, that they hadn't really thought about who'd doomed him in the first place.

"This is so weird. And why Tommy? Tommys- Tommy. Why would someone choose him?" Gary asked, and the three of them were stumped. Tommy wasn't a jerk that made enemies with a lot of people. He was nice to everyone, even those that weren't nice to him. And why would they choose a camp counselor? Didn't they know that he'd be surrounded by children?

"I- We don't know." Cindy said, and the six of them walked through the little storage room. Cindy shined her flashlight in front of her as she thought, wondering just who would choose Tommy Slater to be the next Shadyside Killer. Cindy couldn't stop thinking about it even as they broke off in pairs and started looking for the body.

As she walked with her sister, she glanced over at Arnie and Alice, who were heading a different direction. She watched as he played with the walkie talkie in his hands, and, for a moment, she had a small sinking feeling in her chest before she pushed on.

***

At least with Arnie, you kind of knew what to talk to him about. You were at least sort of friends, since both of you were Shadyside counselors. You could talk about how stupid color war was, about the places back in town. Arnie had even asked you a few questions about Tommy, which you'd been happy to answer.

But Nick? You'd thanked him for staying, and then the pair of you sat in silence as you tried to keep Tommy calm. Gently, you pat him with a wet washcloth to try to cool down his fever. You tried not to think about what Nurse Lane had said as you did. One way or another, you're gonna die tonight. You wondered what would happen if he continued to resist the curse, and your heart tightened at the idea. You shook your head. You weren't going to let that happen. The others had been gone for awhile, almost two hours, so they were due to check back sooner rather than later. Hopefully, one of the groups would have good news. You ran the wash cloth over his cheeks as you said,

"After this, we're gonna get pizza and listen to Aerosmith all night. Watch a few movies, maybe. You like the sound of that?" You asked, even if he couldn't respond. Even if the only thing he sent you was a nasty glare. With a sigh, you wished for the moments where he'd look at you like you put the sun in the sky.

You turned around when you heard something fall, and you stared in confusion as you watched Nick reach for Tommy's bat. He'd left it here once, and you'd put the axe he'd gotten from that room right besides it. You stood when you watched him grip it.

"Nick?" You asked, and you watched as he turned around. He had a smile on his face, the same charming smile he'd given Ziggy, but the pit in your stomach returned. You glanced down at the bat, just as he started to explain,

"Oh, y'know- In case, he gets free." He said, and you glanced down at the way he was holding it again. The way his hands changed grip. You didn't like what he was implying, first of all. You didn't want to hurt Tommy, you wanted to help him. That was the point of all this. You'd lived in Shadyside all your life, and maybe that gave you a better bullshit detector than most. Or, maybe, part of you had become so used to things going to shit that now you could smell it. Quietly, you said,

"He won't get free." And you shuffled your feet. You stood in front of him almost defensively, but, part of you didn't think it was Tommy you needed to protect. He gave you a smile and a shrug, and then you glanced over at the walkie talkie you'd put on your desk. The second you did, the second your eyes left him, Nick moved. You didn't know what was happening, not truly, but you knew that it was bad. You snatched the walkie talkie and ducked out of the way of his swing. You turned it on as you hauled ass to the bathroom, side-stepping him as he tried to grab you, and slammed your back against the bathroom door to keep it shut as you fumbled with the lock. You heard him banging on the door, heard the knob moving as he tried to get it open, and then he stopped. It sent a chill up your spine to hear silence on the other side. Finally, you pulled up the antenna, pressed the button, and yelled into the walkie talkie,

***

"Code red! Code red!" Came screaming out in your voice from the walkie talkie so loud that Arnie swore he almost jumped a mile. He was quick to answer with a shout of your name, and a,

"What's going on? What's wrong?" And Alice backtracked from where she walked in front. They could hear the panic in your voice as you yelled back,

"Arnie! Thank god! Come back to the cabin right now it's-" And the line went dead. You must've taken your hand off of the button, and the silence sent a chill up both of their backs. The only thing they could hear was the sound of crickets and wind. They hadn't even stumbled across a camper yet, and the woods felt empty and ready to swallow the pair of them.

Alice and Arnie stared at eachother for a moment. They'd been walking aimlessly, the maps Cindy had made up in their hands. A second of unspoken words passed between them, and then they were both sprinting back towards your cabin.

***

When Ziggy stepped on the red moss, she made a noise of disgust and lifted her foot. It has stained her shoes, and she quickly asked,

"Ugh, what is this stuff?" And Cindy looked up from her map. She'd carefully given each pair a third of the camp to search over. With two people to comb through each section, they should've been able to find it at least within the night. They were supposed to check back She looked around at the red moss, recognizing it as the same moss from the outhouse. From the caves under the outhouse. She glanced around, looking where it grew.

"Holy shit." She said, and quickly walked towards the rock. She looked around, and her sister arched a brow at her. In disbelief, she asked,

"Did you just swear?" And Cindy quickly waved her off. She was spinning around, quickly stepping through the moss with a big smile on her face. She probably looked insane, but Cindy didn't care. They'd needed another sign, another thing to look for. She felt stupid for not thinking of it sooner.

"The moss!" But Ziggy gave a small shake of her head. She didn't understand. Cindy pulled the hand out of her bag and held it up. She pointed at it as she said, "We found this in the red moss. This," She said pointing around. "Might be apart of the curse!" And Ziggy's eyes widened in understanding. Quickly, she echoed,

"Holy shit!" And the pair of them were quick to start looking. It only took a second for them to each get on their knees and start searching through the moss. It only took a few minutes for Ziggy to feel warmth dripping down out of her nose, and she swore she'd never been so happy to get a nosebleed ever in her life. Quickly, she called, "Over here!" And Cindy scrambled over. They started searching through the spot, and when they finally dusted the dirt off to find a ribcage, they were both so happy they could nearly scream. They cleaned it off further, completely unearthing the body of Sarah Fier. And, finally, Cindy held the hand in both of hers and gave Ziggy a look. This was it. Ziggy reached out, and together they out the hand back with the rest of Sarah Fier.

***

Arnie practically ripped your screen door off it's hinges as they ran into your cabin. He wasn't thinking clearly, wasn't thinking about what he was doing. All he knew was that you sounded like you were in trouble and now-

He ran into Nick. The brunette grabbed him by the arms, and looked scared out of his wits. The words were leaving his lips so fast that Arnie almost didn't have time to process.

"I thought I heard something outside so I went- I went to see if it was one of you and then I heard screaming and now-" And Arnie cut him off.

"Where's Tommy? Where's y/n?" He demanded, and Alice was right behind him now. She gasped when she saw the mess of the bathroom door. It had been axed nearly in half, before being pushed open. She was quick to run towards it, and Arnie pushed Nick away from him to the same. There was a mess of wood over the floor, but there was no blood. And, when they spotted the open window, a glimmer of hope went through both of them.

You were resourceful and smart. Of course you'd gone through the window. It dimmed a bit however when they saw the broken walkie talkie. Alice picked it up. The antenna was barely hanging off of it and the body looked crushed, stomped on. Getting in contact with you was now near impossible, but they had hope that you were still out there. Arnie turned back to watch as Nick paced, seeming to lose his mind over what had happened. He looked like a ball of nerves, and Arnie could understand why. He'd been gone for one minute and everything had gone to shit. Though, as Arnie looked back at Alice, he saw something there. She narrowed her eyes at him for a moment, and Arnie wasn't surprised when she asked,

"Did you look for them? Do you know what direction they went?" And, when Nick shook his head, his story started to make a little less sense. The pair of them shared a look, and they had a brief moment of silent communication. How did Nick come back when he heard screaming and not see where Tommy went? Axing down a door didn't take a matter of seconds, it took minutes. And you sure as hell wouldn't have started screaming just before Tommy got the door open. So, the real question was, how did Nick miss you? The couple glanced over at Nick, but didn't say a word. Instead, Arnie asked him,

"So what do we do?" And they were relieved that at least his first idea was to get all the campers out of there.

***

Your thighs burned as you hid. Outrunning Tommy simply wasn't an option, but your mind was on hyperdrive as you tried to process the last five minutes of your life. Nick Goode was a dick. Whatever he'd been trying to achieve, it had ended up with Tommy getting loose. You thought maybe he was going to do what Alice had suggested at the very beginning of the night. Take care of Tommy to make sure no one else got hurt. Instead, now, you were trying to keep yourself from getting axed by your very own boyfriend. Not to mention, you were trying to keep him away from the direction of the kids. Sure, yes, you were hiding and running from him. But, you were also making sure that you were the one he stayed in pursuit of. It was a fragile balance, and you glanced around before you stood up to find a new hiding place.

You nearly screamed when you ran into someone, but you quickly ripped Ziggy and Cindy down behind a bush. The words left your mouth in a quick whisper as you started,

"Guys, I have so much to tell you. Nick Goode-" But Ziggy was finishing your sentence.

"Is a total douche." Her voice was laced with venom, and she sounded pissed. Betrayed, even. And you gave them each a confused look. You looked between them and asked,

"You know?" Your surprise was laced in your voice. How did they know? How could they know? But, Cindy was quick to explain.

"When we put the hand back with her body, we saw the truth."

"We saw everything." Ziggy added, and you looked back to Cindy when she continued,

"The Goode family is the reason for the curse. They made a deal with the devil, so Sunnyvale could prosper and they've been feeding him Shadyside blood!" And you stared at them. Really, hours ago, you would've thought they were both on drugs. But now? After watching your boyfriend get possessed, finding a creepy bone hand, and getting almost fed to your possessed boyfriend by the Sheriff's son? You'd believe Santa was real.

"Nick Goode just completely fucked everything up, and now Tommy's loose." You whispered, and their eyes widened. The three of you looked between eachother, and then around. You couldn't see anything in the dark, but you felt like an ant trapped under a magnifying glass as Ziggy whispered what you were all thinking,

"Shit." And you gave her a nod. Now that you were thinking about it, you had no idea if Nick even knew. He'd tried to kill your boyfriend to save everyone, and it turns out his family was the reason for the curse? God, how the hell were you going to explain that? You gripped each of them as Cindy continued again,

"But that's not the worst of it." She said, and you gave her a confused look. What could be worse than all of this? Nothing could've prepared you for the words she said. "Nick Goode picked Tommy. He's the reason Tommy's possessed." And you felt white hot anger replace every ounce of your fear.

***

When Arnie and Alice watched Ruby Lane climb out of the grate in the middle of the kitchen, more of a black sludge becoming the figure of the dead serial killer, they thought tonight couldn't have gotten any weirder. The only way to make it worse was that Nick had run out of the room, and Arnie had to knock his shoulder against the door to stop him from locking it behind him. They had already guessed that he was a back-stabbing little bitch, especially when they had to force him to stay to wait for the rest of you instead of getting on the bus with the campers, but this? Oh, they were going to kill him if they got out of this alive.

When she started to walk towards them, they were quick to head towards the door, only to watch as you, Cindy, and Ziggy ran inside. And guess who was only a few feet behind you? Tommy.

"Shit!" Alice said as they slammed the door closed, and they quickly did their best to stop him from pushing it open and getting inside. But, to their surprise, they watched as you practically snarled,

"You." At the brunette. You ran, tackling him to the ground before he could try to escape. Even if the crazy bitch from the sixties was quick to come out of the kitchen and you had to roll off of him before she slashed you with a razor. You dodged the milkman as Nick tried to run, as the killers quickly turned on Ziggy and Cindy. You knew, to some degree, you were the best person, one of the only people, that could go after him. You'd seen it when you ran from Tommy. He'd specifically tried to go after them, completely ignoring a prime opportunity to swing at you when you tripped on the way over. Because of whatever the Berman's had seen, it was like they had a target on their back. And you had a pretty good idea as to how you were supposed to end all of it.

"Watch out!" Ziggy yelled as you tried to get away from who you quickly realized was Ruby Lane, and as a man in a jumpsuit with a knife tried to slash Cindy. Cindy threw you her shovel, even as she dodged and ran from the man. She yelled,

"Don't let him get away!" And you knew what you had to do. You ran after him, seeing that he was climbing down into the hole below. He looked up just as you went to swing, and, you watched him panic. You watched as he lost whatever grip he had, as he fell into the hole rather than climbed down. You were about to climb down after him, about to make sure this was finished. Instead, you heard- a laugh?

You and the rest of your friends stood above the hole in the kitchen, staring down at it. The killers had disappeared, gone in a poof. The kids were safe on the bus, already heading back to town. And Nick Goode was dead. When he fell, he must've hit his head. Broken his neck. It was a quick death, one that could've happened to anyone. If anything, it could be labelled an accident.

"Should we check?" Alice asked, and the five of you looked between eachother, and then down at the hole. It was tempting. To see the body of the man that had done something so evil lay lifeless. It was Cindy that answered her.

"Nah, just let him rot down there." And, ultimately, you agreed. Arnie reached to close the grate, sliding it in place. The five of you nearly jumped out of your skin when Gary and Joan barged in the kitchen door, and paused when they saw you all standing around it.

"Why's Tommy knocked out outside?" Gary said, pointing with his thumb, and you gave him a smile as the others started to laugh out of relief.

***

You and Tommy sat on the rock in the middle of the woods. It was the one Cindy had labelled on your map. You'd gotten a large pie of pizza, and his little radio was blasting Aerosmith as you enjoyed the summer afternoon.

The camp had closed, and the News ran with the story. An axe murderer had wandered onto the camp grounds of Camp Nightwing, but, due to the heroism of it's counselors, not a single camper had been hurt. Tommy Slater, in particular, was famed for having distracted and fought the killer long enough to let the campers escape, to the point where certain counselors had at first thought he was to blame. And, when the police asked the only eye-witnesses to the crime, all of them had said one name.

Nick Goode.

It wasn't until a week later that anyone had found the body of Nick Goode in the caves, and the police hadn't known what to make of the discovery. With eight eye-witnesses and a cave full of occult shit, it was hard to cover up or deny. So, now, the News circled with the story of Nick Goode, the first Sunnyvale Killer.

Tommy handed you a bag of fries as the pair of you ate, and you smiled as you looked over at him. In the sunlight, the copper in his hair shined and his eyes practically glowed. The look in his eyes had returned, the one that he gave you. The one where he looked at you like you put the sun in the sky.

"So, this is her, huh?" Tommy said, pointing with his foot at the red moss. You nodded, taking another bite.

"Yeah, she saved us." You said, a small smile on your face. You wanted to visit for that exact reason. To silently tell her thanks, and to meet the girl that saved your lives. Tommy knocked his shoulder against yours, and you looked up at him.

"No," He said with a small shake of his head. "You saved me. You never gave up on me." He said, and your eyes softened. You looked at him, leaning in as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "I heard you, y'know. Fighting for me. And I'm sorry I-"

"No, don't apologize." You told him quickly, reaching out to hold his hand. "That wasn't you." You told him, and you watched how the words made him tilt his head. How they soothed whatever ache he still had in him. Whatever regrets. You knew he was hard on himself, that part of him probably blamed himself for giving in. For what he could've done. Softly, you added, "Did you hear all the times I told you I loved you?" And you watched how he smiled, how the clouds of his regret seemed to fade. He gave you a small nod, and you smiled back. He leaned in to kiss you, and you met him halfway.

[vixenpen]

You should DEFINITELY do a part 2 to the Dabi x teacher fic! Like it could be when they start taking their relationship to the next level and do some freaky things😏

Hot For Teacher pt.2 (Dabi x Black Reader)

Quirkless AU

(Friendly reminder in this Dabi owns a tattoo shop and is tatted and pierced up and reader is black and thiccccc🍑💦💦)

You were completely unaware of the turquoise eyes admiring your thick ass as you erased your last lesson from the white board.

Dabi’s dick flexed just imagining what sliding between those cheeks would feel like. The material of your conservative black dress clung to your juicy butt and round hips despite the loose material. He liked that.

After a while he couldn’t take it anymore and snuck up behind you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and pressing into you from the back.

“Dabi!” You squealed.

“Sorry, Ms. Y/n,” he chuckled against your kinky hair, “I just wanted to come by and see if it was possible to get some private lessons.”

You giggled, shaking your head, “you’re so corny. What are you doing here anyway?”

“I wanted to see if you wanted to get dinner, but I’m hungry now.”

“What? What’s the supp-oh!”

The soft material of your knee length dress slid against your body and the next thing you felt were Dabi’s big, warm hands massaging your hips and a very familiar bulge against the crack of your ass.

“Damn, teach,” your boyfriend grinned against your ear, his deep raspy voice made you shiver. “You should have known better than to wear a thong with this little dress of yours. All those pervy male teachers probably haven’t been able to take their eyes off you.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt strong fingers groping and massaging your ass cheeks.

“Dabi,” you croaked weakly, “not here.”

Dabi responded by snaking his pierced along your neck. You whimpered.

“D-Dabi..”

“Hmm?”

One his hands squeezed your full breasts beneath the material.

“Stop, I’m serious.”

“You know, you’re really hard to resist, right beautiful?” His hard on was massaging you through the jeans.

The two of you had been dating for a few months now, and had yet to go beyond kissing and heavy petting that always left Dabi wanting more. He wasn’t sure what you were waiting for, but he did know you were worth the wait.

And boy did you make him wait for it...and work for it. It was as hot as it was frustrating. His dick was so hard it hurt, and all he could think about was fucking you on your desk until you were screaming his name.

He turned you around to face him easily and scooped you up by those thick thighs of yours.

The next few moments were a blur. You saw pens and papers knocked to the floor before feeling your big bare ass settle against the cool wood of the desk.

“My lesson plans!”

Dabi’s lips cut off your protest, and his fingers worked the black dress off your body and over your head, exposing your curves to the cool air.

It was dizzying and exciting and sexy and...inappropriate! So inappropriate. This was your job!

“D-Dabi, wait!” You gasped between the feeling of his pierced lips nipping at you. “There might be students-“

“School ended an hour ago. Trust me. No kids are in this building.” He chuckled, amused.

“The janitors might-“

“I locked the door, beautiful. We’ll hear ‘em comin’.”

Turquoise eyes roamed your thick, dark body hungrily, followed by hands stacked with rings.

“Damn, I want you.” He muttered, diving down between your big breasts to lick and suck at them.

“Ahh~” you dug your fingers into his crop of black hair. “We can’t.” You gasped.

“Says who?”

“Da-ahh! Mmm.” His tongue was now snaking down your stomach. Kisses and bites being left on the melanated skin below your belly button. Fuck it felt so damn good.

He admired the glistening mess between your legs, parting the thick thighs to admire your creaming pussy.

“Fuckin’ delicious.”

And then he dove in.

“Ohh go—“

Dabi slurped at your clit gently. The flick of his pierced tongue combined with the warmth of his mouth sucking the sensitive pearl sent electricity tingling through you.

Your eyes fluttered shut and the muffled sounds of heels clicking down the hall as remaining teachers walked past your locked room was the furthest thing from your mind.

This was so wrong. This went against everything you stood for, and yet...

“Moan for me, y/n,” Dabi commanded against your pussy. “Don’t hold back. Or else I’ma stop holdin’ back.”

“Dabi~”

He smirked up at your pretty brown face and his fingers glided easily into the gripping heat of your cunt.

“Ahhaaa! Fuck! Fuck...” your hips bucked against the sensation.

Months of only being able to play in your cat had given Dabi plenty of time to get to know your weaknesses. He exploited every one of them now. Throwing your thick thighs around his neck he flexed his fingers while licking at your folds.

You could only squirm against him, one hand grabbing his head to push his face deeper while the other gripped the edge of your desk.

“D-Dabi, god yes! Don’t stop! Don’t stop. B-baby, f-f-fu~”

Those sweet moans were music to Dabi’s ears. Your cum coated his fingers and your juices sprayed his face. He opened his mouth greedily drinking every drop.

Then he laughed low in his throat.

“Wow, Ms. Y/n, you really are a naughty teacher aren’t you?”

You tried to glare down at him, but it barely registered. You were too turned on to be pissed.

Dabi continued to tease you. “Letting me fuck you on your desk. Right here where you have to teach all these innocent young minds.”

“Sh-shut up!”

Dabi pressed kisses against the chunky meat of your thighs, his piercings tickled and his lips felt so good.

“Or what, Ms. Y/n?” He asked. “You’ll make me stay after class?”

He snickered and got to his feet.

You couldn’t help admiring him. He wasn’t a big guy by any means, but he was lean and well toned. You wanted to see all of him. Feel all of him.

Snatching him by his shirt, you pulled him close and locked your thick thighs around his trim hips. Your lips pressed against his, hungry to taste every bit of him.

The two of you pulled his shirt over his head and you grinned admiring the colorful tapestry of tattoos and, your favorite part, the barbells piercing his nipples.

Dabi gave a smug smirk. “What’s up, babe? Don’t wanna stop anymore?”

You cocked a brow. “Real funny for someone who moans like a bitch when I do this.”

Pulling him towards you by the waist of his jeans, you trailed your tongue around his nipple, gazing up at him in that way that drove him fucking crazy.

“Oh my god~” he sighed. “Fuuuck, y/n...”

You giggled softly, switching to the other nipple. A deep groan welled up from your man’s throat.

Taking back control, your hand slipped beneath the waistband of his pants, squeezing the thick length trapped in his jeans.

Fuck his dick was so big. You had wanted to fuck your man for the longest time. And just feeling how hard his big dick was for you only confirmed that.

You pressed kisses up along his bobbing Adam’s apple, sucking at his studded earlobes. Your lips pressed to his ear as you purred out; “Now whose being naughty?”

That was about all the man could take.

He snatched you up off the desk once more to turn you around, laying you against it.

You heard the clang of his belt buckle as he snatched off his belt. Then you felt the leather and studs of it kiss your phat ass as he cracked it against you.

“OH FUCK!” You screamed.

“Yeah?” Dabi growled. “Since you wanna talk shit and be a little tease that’s what your ass gets.” He snapped back.

He spanked you a few more times, not caring about what straggling teachers may have heard the noise.

Your mouth hung open as you felt your boyfriend’s lean body press against your body, long dick rocking between the cheeks of your butt.

“I been wanting to fuck your fine ass up for a minute Ms. Y/n.” He chuckled. “This is gonna be fun.”

He stood up admiring the view of that big, perfect ass jiggling with all its dimples and stretch marks in front of him.

God. He couldn’t wait to dive in it.

You craned your neck and admired the long dick slipping between your ass crack. A trail of piercings forming a jacob’s ladder on the underside.

Dabi caught your eye and grinned, eyes flashing. “You ready, babygirl?”

“Fuck me.” You replied.

That was all the answer he needed. Dabi wasted no time plunging deep into that juicy cunt of yours and a strangled groan escaped you both.

“Ahaaa~ fuuuuck yesss, Dabi!”

It was an odd sensation. His piercings added another sensation of texture to your throbbing walls. Your pussy couldn’t get enough of it because you felt yourself clenching and flexing for more.

Luckily he was more than happy to give it to you. His hips rocked back and forth making you feel every. Single. Inch. Every bump and ridge of your tight heat got massaged as he long stroked inside you.

“Fuckkk, y/n, you feel even better than I imagined, babygirl.”

The Angle made your big butt squeeze his cock going in and out, adding an extra grip to his dick. He dug his fingers into the flesh of your ass massaging and squeezing it while he pummeled deep into you.

“You gonna let me cum in this fat ass of yours, y/n? Huh?” He ground out through gritted teeth, fucking you sonhard your booty jiggled and the desk creaked.

“Yes daddy. You-c-can cum-ahh~where-ever you-fuccck-want!” You managed back, throwing your ass back at him as best you could.

“God damn right I can. Fuck!” He sighed.

Dabi alternated between fucking you hard and rough and slow and deep. His hand landed against your ass again and again and again. The sting barely registered as anything other than pleasure.

“Fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck fuck FUCK! Don’t stop! Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” You gasped, drool drenching the desk where your mouth hung open.

“Got you baby-ah fuck! Don’t worry. Ima take care of you.” Dabi grunted back, eyes damn near closed in a mix of pure bliss and concentration.

The desk scraped as the force of your fuck session sent it sliding against the linoleum floors slightly. Neither of you stopped bucking and fucking.

If anything, you went harder. Dabi’s balls clapped your cunt with every stroke, and your ass jumped up to meet his pounding dick over and over until-

“AHAAA~”

“FUUUUCK!”

The two of you came so hard together it felt like you had ascended to another planet. Dabi Damn near collapsed on top of you. He pressed kisses against your curls and cooed about how amazing you felt. How amazing you were, as the two of you came down from your highs.

Finally, you were able to stand shakily to your feet—with Dabi’s help—and get dressed.

You sat back against the desk, panting and watching your very smug boyfriend pull on his shirt.

“I can’t believe we just did that.” You shook your head. “I knew you were trouble the day I met you.”

Dabi laughed. “Well, hey, if I’m so much trouble I could always come see you after class again.” He winked.

You threw a marker at his laughing face which he just barely dodged.w

“Shut the hell up and clean up my classroom.”

Still grinning Dabi leaned in for a kiss. “Yes ma’am, teacher.”

[mythicamagic]

Fire and Brimstone: a Sesskag oneshot

For @harlecorn! ♥ Happy Birthday! 🎂

Rated T

A Hellhound remains bound beneath a church, waiting for the chance to enact revenge on his captors. His golden opportunity comes in the form of a blue-eyed woman. Sesskag AU oneshot.

You can read this on Ao3, Fanfiction.net and Dokuga

AN: This takes place in old-timey England. Think Witch Trial era - between the 15th and 18th century. However, I'm largely skipping the old language used in those times bc it would make dialogue feel awkward. If Kagome sounds weird it's bc I've had to lay off the modern talk a bit.

Warning: references to/implies torture

Fire and Brimstone

It was raining outside. Sesshoumaru could tell because a continuous leak somewhere had become his sole entertainment for several hours now. A thin sliver of water dripped from the roof between 10-second intervals, and he passed the time by counting them.

...Eight...Nine...Ten- drip!

A black nose twitched, picking up stale dampness lingering in the air. His body ached, but if he stayed still the wounds remained at a manageable dull, continuous pain rather than flaring white-hot agony.

How long had it been since he'd been dragged down into this dark place? He couldn't recall. Perhaps years. At the very least- months. He'd long since given up looking around at his prison, now laying in a dozing, frozen state.

Hearing something, Sesshoumaru's fluffy ear quirked. The blood inside his ear canal had encrusted, leaving sounds muted, but he could pick up distant footsteps descending stone stairs.

Have they returned to pray and bind me more tightly to their pathetic altar?

Sesshoumaru inwardly sneered, scarred paws remaining motionless. Though incredibly weak due to holy water- with his back and arms impaled with large iron stakes- a powerful, simmering rage in his chest refused to be tempered. His throat burned, belly scorching hot.

The church priest would pay, along with all his snivelling followers. One did not bind a Hellhound and live to tell the tale. Their foolish obsession with witch hunts and stamping out 'evil' within the land would be their undoing. They were fortunate they'd captured him while he'd been asleep.

Torchlight shone an orange hue behind Sesshoumaru's eyelids, but he refused to open them, playing possum.

"Still sleeping, are ye, unholy mutt?" a detestable, straight-laced voice reached his damaged ears, another torch being lit inside the room. "Good. Stay that way. Sleep until our heavenly Lord above casts you back from whence you came, down to Hell."

Oh this one will not be returning empty-handed, Sesshoumaru inwardly purred.

Remaining motionless, he looked for all the world unconscious. He couldn't lash out and tear into the priest as desired, due to a muzzle enclosed around his jaw. So, he bided his time. Rescue was out of the question. Dark creatures such as he received no aid from brethren. Sesshoumaru would just have to conserve energy for now.

The priest murmured a prayer that sent wrought iron hissing anew inside his flesh. Inwardly snarling, Sesshoumaru held himself still, refusing to show pain. His legs trembled slightly, giving him away.

Curse you. Curse you!

Wrath pumped through his veins, a siren song urging him to kill.

Satisfied that his work held strong, the head priest left; the sound of footsteps retreated up the stairs, leaving behind the lit torch.

At least that changed the scenery a little. Not that he had any reason to look upon it. Sesshoumaru panted hard the second he was left alone, sharp teeth clenching hard inside his jaw.

A quiet gasp caught his attention. Sesshoumaru froze. His nose twitched.

No scent?

Frowning, the Hellhound pried his eyelids open. Orange and black shapes shifted, blurry until someone's face came into focus.

Blue eyes gazed down at him. A woman with dark hair tumbling down her back slowly pried her hand away from her mouth.

"They really are cruel," she muttered, shocked features becoming grave. "I might as well refrain from asking if you're alright- since you clearly aren't," the stranger winced. "Sorry, that was insensitive."

Sesshoumaru blinked. What the Devil?

Her lips pursed, attention sliding to the iron stakes in his back. "I don't know how they managed to capture you. Surely that Priest can't have holy powers. He's about as pure as mud."

"...What are you?"

She paused, tilting her head and pushing dark hair behind her ear. "O-oh, that was rude of me, I didn't introduce myself, did I?" smiling, she straightened. "My name is Kagome Higurashi. Who are you?"

His question had been left unanswered, for he was largely uninterested in her name. He sneered, "Sesshoumaru."

"Nice to meet you, Sesshoumaru," she brought her hands together behind her back, smiling with only slight wariness. Her faded dress was slightly torn. Peasant wear. "I didn't expect you'd be able to talk."

"And I did not expect to be joined down here by a little lost lamb. Are you my dinner? They do not typically feed me." Saliva pooled in his mouth, drool pooling on the altar. His jaws parted, eyes glinting as they ran over her willowy form.

Kagome stepped away, huffing and crossing her arms. "While I sympathize, don't get rude. If you eat my soul then you really will be all alone- with no allies. You'll have eaten the only help you're going to receive in this place."

Sesshoumaru frowned as she walked out of his available sight, moving around his left side and picking up something from a shelf.

"You seek to give me aid? That seems counterintuitive for a soul as pure as yours."

He could smell it. The light radiating from within her. He knew her to be foreign from her features- and wondered how a priestess from a faraway land had arrived in such a miserable country rife with turmoil and evil; his hunting ground for the past few centuries.

She reappeared in his line of vision, holding a bowl of collected rainwater. She frowned, "I don't think 'pure' means 'doormat.' These men have caused a lot of harm. Harm should come back to them."

Red eyes cracked wider, interest lighting his red gaze. Kagome set the bowl down, resting a knee beside his jaw on the alter. "I'm trying to help you. Please don't eat me for it," with a wobbly smile, she reached for his muzzle.

Sesshoumaru held still, keen attention fixed on her every movement. Her deep blue eyes were pleasing, face quite beautiful in flickering torchlight. His dry tongue shifted within his mouth.

A Hellhound's purpose was to drag corrupted souls to the underworld. Kagome's radiated a strong, fierce glow.

The Japanese woman carefully grasped cool metal chains, pulling them off from around his face and tossing the muzzle aside.

Spittle-coated teeth immediately lunged- latching onto the coarse fabric of her modest dress, canines resting over her chest. Kagome gasped, hands grasping his jaw. Sesshoumaru tilted his head up, forcing her to lean over him slightly.

Crimson eyes glared up at her, growling lowly.

"What is your motivation, priestess?" a dark rumble growled inside her mind. "Tell me why I see black flames of revenge burning in the depths of your soul. A single blemish in your otherwise spotless self."

Kagome exhaled, and he felt her chest expand and fall with each breath. Gentle fingers ran over the silver fur on his face, cracking his eyes wider.

"The Dutch took me from my country a few years ago. Since then, I've been passed around to different places, picking up different languages. When I was forced onto a boat heading for this strange land- I didn't think anything more of it. I was to be the servant of a reputable house, but the priest of this church took issue with my foreign looks. After that, men dragged me here. You're not the only one who has suffered at their hands."

She withdrew her touch- and Sesshoumaru nearly tipped his head to chase it- unfamiliar with gentleness. Sparking holy powers then collected between her fingers, hovering close without making contact.

"I don't want to hurt you, in fact, I'd rather we were allies," the hushed words sounded genuine. "But I won't let you eat me easily either if that's what you're after. Let go."

Sesshoumaru searched her face, becoming entranced; Drunk off the sparking conviction there. What an odd, strong woman.

Letting out a breath of steam that whipped her hair back, Sesshoumaru relaxed his lower jaw, teeth unhooking from where they'd dug into the material of her clothes. He lowered her back to kneel on the altar, immediately diving for the water she'd provided instead.

Kagome caught her breath, holy powers fading away.

He lapped up every last drop, panting for more, wanting to sate the burning in his throat, but it would do for now. Sesshoumaru lifted his head, words firm with conviction as his chest rumbled.

"If you release me from my imprisonment, I will do your bidding for a time, woman. However, you should be aware of the consequences if you set me free."

She absentmindedly rubbed at the spot over her chest where his teeth had been, lips curving. "I know what'll happen to me, Hellhound," Kagome said quietly. "I accept the consequences."

Sesshoumaru bumped her leg with his nose, resting his head upon her thighs. “Then what do you command?”

"I want you to devour them," she murmured, gaze far away as she stroked mindful fingers through matted fur. "I believe in reincarnation, so I want you to prevent these terrible people from ever getting a second chance at life again. Eat them all- except the Head Priest. Him...you can drag home, to the deepest, darkest place available. Never let him be free from the shackles and iron bars you thrust inside him."

Sesshoumaru's breath shuddered. Their judgement aligned perfectly; and she'd spoken his desires aloud.

He had come across countless souls during his wrathful existence. He knew kind ones as well as those corrupted. This was one of the few times Sesshoumaru felt he'd witnessed a kind person pushed too far, beyond her breaking point. Now a deep well of dark emotion had pooled inside her, magnificent in its righteous fury.

Shifting, he dragged a hot, wet tongue up the length of Kagome's collarbone and neck, leaving a slick trail.

"Such pain...I can taste the ash on you," he purred, looking into her sad blue eyes. His voice hardened, incensed with renewed anger from her hurts and his own. "Free me, and it is gladly done."

Kagome shivered, before moving around his side. Gripping one iron bar embedded through his front leg that jutted into the alter below, she planted her knees wide.

"This is going to be a painful process, I'm sorry. W-will you survive the blood loss?"

The white demonic dog flashing her a jagged smile. "Just who do you think you are talking to?"

With a nod, Kagome steeled herself. Giving a hard yank that sent her stumbling backwards- the long, gruelling process began. Only when the agony died down would a monster with blood-red eyes emerge from the bowels of the church.

And all Hell broke loose.

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The church tower collapsed through the roof that fateful night. Bloodshed had begun, soaking the air with a coppery taste that quickly became dwarfed by fire. Earlier rainfall could not deter it- nothing stood in its blazing, enraged path.

White flames roared around the silver monster. He chased men down the church aisle in a frenzied hunger, catching them in his jaws. Of course, he saved the best for last.

The Head Priest trembled against a broken wall while screams pervaded the smoky air.

Sesshoumaru turned, panting. A red tongue lolled, snaking up to lick his bloodied maw.

With a yelp, the man tried to scramble away- only for his robes to be snagged on a broken beam. Heavy paws collided with his back, teeth latching into his clothes.

Within the burning depths of the church, a roaring inferno opened up. The Priest clawed and scrambled at blistering ground, cobblestone turning into scolding cinders beneath his palms. Frightened screams rang out as he was dragged backwards, Sesshoumaru descending with him down a winding, fiery path into the earth.

Everything collapsed inwards with one final groan of wood as structures toppled, the building completely caving into a burning wreck.

Kagome stood alone on a hillside, watching the entire thing unfold. She then smoothed her skirts, crouching by an unmarked, mass grave.

"I hope...you'll feel avenged now," she said softly.

She did not run nor scream. Instead, Kagome waited patiently to meet her fate, setting some flowers down.

A white dog demon covered in patches of ash approached silently. He sat beside her, neither acknowledging the violence he'd just committed.

"This is where you are buried?" he asked, gazing intently at her.

The ghost smiled wanly. "Buried makes it sound like we had a funeral. I was dumped in this hole with a few other women after we were sentenced as witches and burned at the stake. Nothing was left but my charred remains," her voice wobbled. Kagome made to wipe some tears- his sticky tongue licking them away before she could.

She gentled, touching his bloodied jaw. "H-how are your wounds?"

"All but mended," Sesshoumaru drew closer, humid breath fanning over her neck. "You know what must happen now."

Kagome laughed cynically. "Mn, because I'm a corrupt soul, you'll be dragging me to Hell too," she brushed a hand over the fur at his shoulder. Blue eyes hesitated for a moment, afraid of something entirely human.

"Will it...hurt?" she whispered.

If it were possible for a demon dog to ease his expression into something a touch less cold and hungry, Sesshoumaru managed to achieve something almost warm. He didn't answer at first, allowing a moment of silence to stretch between them. When he finally spoke again, his speech resounded inside her head as a soft grumble.

"No. Not for you."

"Oh, I'm glad to hear that," a breath rushed out of her dead lungs, arms wrapping around herself as she glanced at the grave. "I've had enough pain, thank you."

"Indeed, you and I both."

A lily-white hand was offered down to her, sliding into her vision. Kagome's gaze drew up to a tall male.

The yellow moon looming behind his head gave him a halo effect; its gentle glow lining his face and dazzling her. Silvery hair split down broad shoulders, hanging like fine royal threads fit for a King. He wore black robes that billowed like dragon smoke.

Sesshoumaru's inhuman face smiled in an unnerving fashion, though she could tell the intent behind it- the desire to reassure her despite evidence of death on his robes. "Shall we go?" he asked in rich, clear tones.

Kagome stared up at the demon's handsome features. Smiling, she grasped his clawed hand without fear, allowing him to pull her up.

"You didn't have to change into such a pleasing form. I was coming with you anyway."

"My form is pleasing?" thin lips curved, tucking her hand into the crook of his arm, Sesshoumaru strolled with her down the hill, a gateway opening up within the earth as a huge chasm, welcoming him home.

"Oh hush, you know it is," Kagome smiled tiredly, walking with the Hellhound away from the fire and brimstone burning behind them. "So...will I be punished down there?" her voice was almost lost, spoken so softly.

Glowing eyes smiled. "There is a place some call the Elysian Fields. I will take you to them."

She stiffened, blinking rapidly to expel the salty tears of relief and gratitude welling up in her eyes. Kagome stopped within the cavern of the underworld, causing him to halt with her. Drenched under harsh shadows of the earth about to swallow them whole, his eyes shone red like glittering jewels.

"I suppose I'll need a guard too," she said evenly. "To make sure I don't escape. I'm a very wicked soul, after all. A heretic."

Sesshoumaru flashed his teeth at her. "Hn, the worst kind. I will see to it personally since this one is best suited for such a difficult task."

Smiling with relief, Kagome willingly walked with him into the jaws of Hell.

End

[claybrownie7566]

Hidden Skies

I was thinking about some fears Sky might have, and I remembered my playthrough of Skyward Sword and how stressful the underground bits were. You had to sneak around and try not to get killed by big scary centipedes, and it's a crawl space, which is terrifying. So anyways I hope you enjoy!

(TW: panic, tight spaces, darkness)

Sky can't go underground, not anymore. When the group is forced into a catacomb of caves, they come to realize that Sky has kept some of the more fearsome pieces of his adventure to himself.

Earth.

It was still so foreign to Sky. The endless expanse of dirt and rock left him speechless. He remembered the first time he laid eyes on it. Trees, hills, ponds and fields as far as the eye could see. He loved it. He poured over the colors and textures around him, his lips unable to conjure words to describe it's beauty.

This was to be their home. This was where it was all going to change.

His quest was difficult to say the least. Constantly, heavy tasks were placed before him, and he accepted and completed them without complaint. Always pushing ahead in hopes of reuniting with Zelda.

And then one day something changed. He remembered it clearly. How the digging claws felt awkward, unnatural and heavy in his hands...

But he had dug none the less. It was the next step in his journey, and he didn't think much of it.

It was so cold.

So dark.

Nightmares lurked in that darkness. Centipedes with explosive ends and cutting, biting, shredding mandibles and beady black eyes.

And then he was trapped. The way in and out blocked and sealed until he had conquered the monstrosities.

He had been buried alive. The suffocating weight and chill of the underground never left him, and he refused to go anywhere he couldn't see the sky or feel the air.

His new adventure proved, so far, to be one of open lands and roaming freely across them. The monster attacks were never welcome, nor the shadow they were chasing, but Sky would be fine as long as they stayed on the surface.

So, he never complained. He never felt the need to. There was no reason for that fear to return.

And then they reached Hyrule's goddess forsaken kingdom, and every courageous painting Sky had conjured up for himself dissolved into pure ashen terror.

Rain poured from the sky, cold and wet and gray. Twilight held his lantern aloft as they all looked for shelter.

"Rule? Are you sure there's somewhere nearby? We've been walking for almost an hour" the rancher asked.

Hyrule's eyes were focused on a shape in the distance, his arm raises to shield his eyes from the pelting rain.

"Up ahead" he said with a nod, "there are some caves and a path through the mountain."

Sky swallowed down his mild panic.

It's ok. It's just a cave. It'll be just fine.

The closer they got to the mountain, the worse it looked. The mass of rock and dirt ahead was more of a hill than a mountain, especially compared to Wild's ranges. Lightning flashed overhead and thunder made the ground tremble beneath their boots.

The mouth of the cave was a sight for sore eyes. At least, that's what everyone else saw. Twilight forged ahead, leading their tired troop out of the cold.

This isn't so bad, Sky thought as he followed the warm glow of the lantern inside. This is just another shelter. Nothing at all to be-

"We could make it through the mountain by nightfall if we want somewhere better to stay tonight" Hyrule said.

Time thought for a moment, and Sky prayed to the goddess he wouldn't say yes.

"How far is it to the other side?"

Hyrule tilted his head, tracing a finger in the air like he was drawing a map in it.

"it's about a two hour walk" he said finally.

There was a splash as Legend emptied the water from his boots, "are there monsters along the way?"

"There shouldn't be" Hyrule replied, "I go through here a lot, and I've never seen more than a stray bokoblin or two. It is a bit of a sketchy path though. The tunnels don't go straight through, they're twisty. I'd have to remember the way."

"Are you confident you could do that?" Warriors asked.

"Course I can! What do you take me for?" the traveler replied, crossing his arms.

Wild snorted.

"It's settled then. Let's get a move on" Four said, "I want to be somewhere that isn't here."

Busy chatter filled the small cave opening, and Sky felt his heart stop. Dread rose up from his toes, filling his entire body and traveling up to the top of his head. He felt sick looking at the dark tunnel in front of him.

And he was back in those crawl spaces all over again.

Hot, blinding flashes burned his eyes, the intense darkness that once filled his vision was painfully blasted away. Serrated mandibles sliced and bit at his flesh as he crawled away desperately searching for a way out.

Sky tried to keep his breaths shallow, his lungs drawing in the stale air, suffocating him further.

A hand landed on his shoulder, and his eyes snapped up, locking with Twilight's.

"Sky? You've been awfully quiet and you just got really pale. We are about to head into the tunnels, are you alright?"

The rancher's voice was kind and full of thought, like he was deciding how to proceed with the conversation.

Sky shook his head, his voice small.

"I-I can't go in there....I can't."

The others began walking ahead, leaving Sky and Twilight in the pale lantern light.

"it'll be ok. I've got plenty of lantern oil, and it's not too long of a walk through. Come on, let's walk together." Twilight smiled, and Sky felt the panic in his bones lift ever so slightly. With one last deep breath, he followed his friend into the darkness.

**************

They had been walking for over an hour. Sky stayed close to Twilight and his lantern, trying not to let the others see his heart fail him.

There was quiet chatter across the group. Nothing special, just light easy-coming conversation. An occasional detour from Hyrule allowed them all to stop and rest while he checked various paths and dead ends.

Sky didn't like it. He didn't like it one bit. They should nearly be to the other side shouldn't they? Were they lost?

Sky's thoughts were cut short as rapid footsteps neared. Hyrule bolted around the corner out of nowhere, slamming directly into Twilight.

Sky heard glass shatter, then was blind.

The darkness was so intense he thought he would suffocate right then and there. All the panic and terror he had been repressing broke free and he gasped.

His eyes widened and he began to stumble toward the wall of the tunnel, feeling it and running his hands over it, searching for an invisible door to the outside.

His breaths came in ragged gasps, as he dug his fingers into the dirt, scratching at the surface trying in vain to escape.

"No" he muttered, "no no NO! NOT AGAIN! NOT AGAIN!"

There were worried voices near him, but he couldn't hear them. He banged his fists against the dirt until they were raw, and when he couldn't get through he started to run.

More voices called to him in the dark, but he didn't care. He was going to die. His eyes, still unadjusted to the fresh darkness burned with hot, terrified tears.

He ran, tripping blindly across the tunnel, his heart screaming for a way out, any way it could find. When his search proved to be in vain, Sky fell to his knees. He clamped a hand over his mouth to constrict his airflow. Conserving oxygen was the only thing that mattered now.

The sky...the light...I can't find it.

Small, rough hands gripped his wrists, and Sky cried out, nearly falling backwards.

"Sky! Sky it's me!" Wind spoke with firmness, but gentleness also, beckoning Sky to focus on him.

Another pair of hands wrapped around him from behind. Soft fur brushed the back of Sky's neck.

The sailor kept his hold on the Sky's wrists, and continued to speak.

"Sky, the lantern was dropped. That's all. You're safe. You're safe and we've got you."

He nearly stopped breathing entirely. There were nine of them trapped in here. There wouldn't be enough air. They would all suffocate. His body shook violently, his breaths barely entering his lungs.

Wind's young, familiar voice spoke again, jarring Sky back to reality.

"Hey, take a deep breath and listen to me."

"Can't" Sky breathed, "no air....suffocate....suffocate."

The arms around his loosed ever so slightly, allowing his chest to rise and fall more easily. It took every ounce of control Sky had to keep his breaths shallow.

"Sky, there is plenty of air. We are in a tunnel, and there is a big opening behind us, and one not too far ahead. Do you feel the air?"

Sky focused on the air around him, a light current swept across his cheek. Relieved beyond belief, he filled his lungs, and sank into the arms around him.

"I know it's dark, but we have other lanterns. It'll be light, and then we will get out of here okay?" Wind kept his voice steady, running his thumbs across the inside of Sky's wrists reassuringly.

Twilight's arms tightened around him, and began lifting him to his feet. He stood, though his body protested. Once on his feet he tried to catch his breath. He took it slow, listening to Wind and taking in huge lungfulls of air at a time.

Twilight released his hold on their friend, keeping a hand supportively on his shoulder.

A small scraping sound came from their left, followed by the growing light of a new lantern. Sky took in the sights around him, relieved to be able to see again. Eight compassionate faces lit up around him.

Sky felt heat rise to his cheeks. He didn't like showing fear, even in a group full of people just like him.

"Sky?"

The hero turned, meeting Hyrule's kind eyes.

"I'm sorry I broke the lantern. I was just trying to hurry. The way out isn't much farther, we can be out soon if we hurry."

Sky nodded, rubbing his tired eyes.

There was a groan behind him and everyone turned.

"Hylia above I hate the underground. I think I speak for everyone on that. It's always the worst, let's get out of here" Legend said.

Everyone nodded in agreement, and Sky could feel his fear dissipate instantly. He was with his friends, and they were going to get out together.

Hyrule led the way, and everyone walked with purpose, trying to leave the tunnels behind them as fast as possible.

Wind slipped his hand into Sky's in the dull light, leaving the latter feeling safe and comfortable in a place he never thought he could be.

When the end finally came, the heroes sprinted out the other side. The sky was on fire with the glowing sun after a storm. Sky smiled as Time and Four lifted their faces to the sky, taking in big fresh breaths of clean Spring air. The others did the same, basking in the freedom of the open World.

Wind leaned against Sky's side. The little sailor looked much more grown up to him in that moment.

"I feel the same way about underground you know" Wind whispered, "I've never been trapped there, but I need somewhere open. Somewhere I can see the sky and feel the wind."

Sky's heart burst, and he smiled fondly at his companion. He wrapped and arm across Wind's shoulders and pulled him into a side hug.

"Thank you for lending me your bravery back there. And for the record, I don't think we are the only ones that love being free."

Wind laughed as they watched Warriors and Wild sprawl out on the grass.

"No we are not."

[why-not-ask-me-a-better-question]

Hi. I don’t really know what I’m doing but I’m trying. That’s the goal though, right? Alright well. These are two of my OCs. Emily is a female human and Jordan is a male demon (incubus, specifically.)

*Crash*

Damn it. The cat must have knocked the food over again.

Emily groaned as she got up and walked out of her room. She flipped on a few lights and whined.

Damn lights.

She continued her way to the barn door. She was lucky to have her barn connected to her house. It certainly made taking care of Calypso much easier. She slid open the door and made her way down the wooden steps. She sighed.

“Yep. Damn cat.”

Sure enough, the small dish was knocked over and cat food was spilled all over the dirt floor. The barn doors had also been left open. The cold winter air blew in. Emily rushed over and closed the doors.

“Sorry Calypso” she said as she locked the doors. Calypso whinnied as Emily walked over.

“What is it, girlie? What’s wrong?”

Emily turned around and looked at the open stall across from her.

In the corner of the stall was a man. More like a boy. He was curled in a way to show one black wing protruding from his back. Emily screamed.

A demon. A demon in my house. In my barn.

She raced up the steps into her room. Slamming the door behind her.

“It’s okay. You can do this. You just need your sword and… your spell book! Okay. You can do this.” Emily rummaged through her things to find her weapons. She took a deep breath and opened the door. He hadn’t come into her house.

Good. He’s still in the barn.

She carefully made her way down the steps.

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It was so cold. Too cold. Too cold to even think. Jordan was trudging through the snow, trying to find anywhere he could hide.

I need to get away from that village.

He held his arms tighter to his bloody chest. His broken wing held tight to his body.

*crunch crunch crunch crash*

He had fallen again. Jordan simply laid in the snow, trying to conserve heat. He was too tired to get back up. His eyelids were heavy from exhaustion.

“Please. Someone. Anyone. Please help.” He whispered. In the distance a faint light glowed. He carefully lifted his head. It was a building. It wasn’t too far. He could make it. Groaning, he got back up and made his way toward the light.

When he got to the doors, he realized that it was more of a barn, but it didn’t matter. It was warm and dry and he could rest. He limped into the barn. There were 4 stalls. 3 were empty and one held a tan colored horse. She looked at Jordan and nickered, as if inviting him in. Across from her was an empty stall, the door wide open. He sighed. This was his break.

His stomach grumbled. He held his stomach tight to try and easy the pain but it had been a long time since it had anything in it. He looked down and at his feed was a bowl of dry pet food. He bent down and started to shovel as much as he could past the iron bit in his mouth. Wincing every time it dug deeper or he accidentally touched it. It didn’t matter. It was food and he was hungry but he was too hasty. In his hurry to fill his belly, he knocked the dish over, spilling the food everywhere. He winced at the sound. Movement came from the house. He scurried into the open stall and curled in the corner.

Please please please.

The door to the house opened and Jordan could hear each step down the stairs. A sigh came from the bottom of the stairs along with a “Yep. Damn cat.” The footsteps started to make its way closer and closer to him. He held his mouth closed and tried to suppress his tears.

Please don’t come any closer. Please stay away.

The barn doors slid closed and Jordan tensed. His only way of escape was gone. He couldn’t flee. “Sorry Calypso”

The footsteps got farther away and the horse whinnied. “What is it, girlie? What’s wrong?” The footsteps shifted and a scream rang through the barn. They ran back up the stairs and into the house. Jordan had to get out of here. He jumped up and tried to open the barn door. It creaked but held strong. He desperately tried to claw it back open, but to no avail. Tears started to stream down his face. He was trapped and the person was coming back. They were going to hurt him. He searched around the barn for anywhere he could hide. The stairs. Under the stairs. Jordan scrambled under the stairs and curled tight.

To be continued…

[rightsockjin]

Emerald: Taehyung

Summary: Lingerie By Vante was a highly luxurious brand with the signature color of Emerald. That’s what brought you to the main sight to be fitted for your first ever set! But when the store closed early, you were forced to turn around, that is...until Mr. Vante himself offered to fit you in. 

Rating:M

Genre:SMUT!

Warnings: Sex in a public place but its empty so... Lingerie fitting. dry humping. masturbation. fingering. Sexy Taehyung... 

Word count: 4,027

Author’s note: This one is just smut y’all. Just pure smut.

Rows and rows of perfectly folded fabric decorated every surface. Soft pastels and bold electrics popped out every couple of spaces, but the emerald green was the overpowering flavor of the meal. It was draped all over the place. Covered in rhinestones and lace and satin. The lights were dim and seemed to flicker, almost like the light of a candle. When it was full, you assumed it must have been something that was overlooked, but being in here when it was empty made you look a little more closely.

        Lingerie by Vante had a reputation for having fantastic lingerie and the quality really couldn’t be argued, but it seemed like a shame that no one noticed the attention to detail that was put into the stores. In particular, the main store and the one that Mr. Vante himself frequented.

        He was rarely ever seen on the retail floor, barely ever seen at all, so standing there, watching him sort through an assortment of the signature emerald green sets in an emerald green suit was maybe too much culture shock for you to handle.

        “I don’t want to scare you off with something too crazy or too out there, so I think I can narrow it down to a good couple of these ones.”

        His voice was like the silk of the set he was holding. Deep and smooth and it felt like being touched for the very first time. You could feel your body buzzing with anticipation. When you had arrived earlier to get your first ever set of lingerie, you had done so alone and had thought that you would have to pick alone, possibly with the help of a female employee, but here you were being helped by the designer himself.

        “I trust that you know what you’re doing,” you said, though you didn’t remember opening your mouth to speak, but that definitely sounded like your voice.

        “So you don’t mind if they’re a little revealing?” He asked, still facing away from you.

        “Well, it’s underwear… so I guess not.”

        “Fantastic,” he said, grabbing something you couldn’t see. He turned over his shoulder, a bright rectangular smile and squinty eyes. In his arms there were three sets of expensive looking lingerie. All of which were very much out of your price range.

        “Let’s head to the dressing rooms! I think that these would fit nicely on your figure and the color is going to make you shine like the gem you are.”

        “Mr. Vante-”

        “Taehyung,” he interjected with a slight nod as he gestured in the direction of dressing rooms. You smiled and followed him, the nerves in you buzzing even faster than before.

        “Mr. Taehyung-”

        “Just Taehyung is fine, Miss Y/N.”

        “Oh uh… okay,” you agreed. “I don’t really know if I can afford such luxurious pieces.”

        “Just try them on,” Mr. Vante said as you rounded the corner to the slightly brighter dressing rooms, “if we like a style we can find you something more in your price range but the first set of Vante lingerie you try on must be in the signature color. No exceptions.”

        “But then you can’t sell those,” you pointed out as he pulled out a set of keys and opened the biggest dressing stall, the one usually reserved for the handicapped, and set down the three sets on the velvet covered bench. The mirror was decorated by chiffon drapes and dangly, sparkly, diamond things that you had seen on chandeliers.

        “Try them on in the order they’re set,” he suggested, sitting in the chair that was right outside.

        “Okay,” you answered. The soft jazz music that was playing in the background made you feel a little calmer. It let you forget for a minute that you were alone in the shop after hours. The door shut lightly behind you. You sat on the cushy bench. The scent of blackcurrant and bergamot wafted up to your nose. The scent went straight to your head and your blood. It was a heady scent. Addicting. No wonder they sold so many sets.

        Carefully you undressed, feeling a little awkward as you unhooked your bra. You hadn’t ever been naked in a place that wasn’t a house or a hotel and never with someone you hadn’t known well.

        You let the bra fall to the floor then slipped out of your already slightly soiled underwear. You felt guilty. Were you really going to put on, fresh, new, lingerie sets in the state you were in? Sure, it was rumored that Mr. Vante was into guys, but who could blame you? Anyone who had laid any eyes on him was at risk of- at the very least- falling into lust with him and you were no exception.

        Reluctantly, you slipped into an emerald green slip with black lace around the cleavage and the bottom edge. It was conservative, safe even. If you looked really closely, you could see the very tops of your nipples through the lace but it was almost not even there. You barely even considered this lingerie. It was more of a night gown. You could see your pert nipples through the silky fabric. You slipped on the matching set of black, lace underwear. You grimaced when you felt your growing arousal touch the expensive fabric.

        “Ready?” Mr. Vante asked, shaking you from your own thoughts.

        “For what?”

        “Well, in order to make sure I got the right pieces, I need to see them on you, sweetheart.”

        Your heart skipped a beat but you rationalized it in your head. If the rumors were true, then you had nothing to worry about, and there had never been any dating rumors when it came to Mr. Vante so you felt fairly secure in your assumption.

        “Oh, yeah. Right, of course! Yes… I’ll come right out.” You slipped the door open, taking a deep breath to keep the jitters at bay. When you stepped out, Mr. Vante didn’t even react. His face was calm and collected. His fingers held his chin up, his leg was crossed.

        “Turn,” he said, the emotion void from it entirely.

        You did as he said until you were facing him once again. His eyes roamed up and down your silk clad body. Your flesh burned where his eyes trailed but you did your best to fight it.

        “Change,” he said. Without another word, he shooed you with a wave of his hand. You blinked at him but did as he said, feeling slightly inadequate.

        You took off the first set and tossed it with your clothes in a semi neat folded pile. You picked up the limp and loose lace one piece. It was completely see through save for a single strip of cotton fabric where the crotch went.

        You slipped it on carefully, not wanting to accidently rip the delicate material. It fit like a glove and you marveled at Mr. Vante’s innate ability to tell your measurements without a single measuring tape. He was clearly experienced.

        “Are you in the next set sweetheart,” he called, his voice like the velvet all over the store. You could almost imagine the way that that silky voice would sound like calling out your name. Moaning between your legs.

        “Y-yeah.” Maybe thinking those kinds of thoughts weren’t the best idea.

        You opened the door again, this time, a little bit more self-conscious of the fact that he could see much more of you than you were accustomed to letting people see but you pushed it aside. He was most likely gay. There was no harm.

        He hummed this time, his eyes raking over your figure. This had been what you had had in mind when you thought of lingerie. Something sexy but not totally out of your comfort zone.

        “Turn,” he instructed again. You did so without complaint. You could feel his eyes all over your back, your shoulders that were exposed, your butt and the way it hung slightly out from under the lace.

        When you were back facing him, you expected to see him looking up at you like he had before, but instead, his eyes were firmly set on the deep V of the set. You shifted your weight from foot to foot, as his eyes moved from one boob to the other. Did they not look good in the lace?

        Then, like he had realized something, his eyes shot up to yours, his expression still blank, “Change.”

        “Does it not look good-”

        “Change,” he said again, not giving anything away.

        “Oh…okay.”

        Your heart sank. This had been a mistake. It was clear that you were disgracing his designs with your body. And you had really thought that you looked good in that last one. With a heavy heart, you pulled off the one piece and threw it to a corner, not caring where it went.

        Your eyes widened. The bra was a push up, giving you a bit more cover than the last two had, though if you looked closely, you could still kind of see through the light fabric. The panties were a mixture of lace and another, much more stretchy fabric to give it structure. What you didn’t expect was the little circle of lace that had two long satin ribbons and little clips at the end. Since you weren’t sure where it went or what it was, you simply held it in your fist just as Mr. Vante called to you again.

        “Ready yet?”

        “Mr. Vante-”

        “Taehyung, sweetheart.”

        “Taehyung,” you corrected awkwardly, “I don’t know how to put this on.” You held it up above your head, noticing a thin strand of pearls that ran vertically from the front to the back.

        “Come out sweetheart and I’ll help you.”

        You did so without question. The underwear dug between your butt cheeks, as un-sexy as that sounded, as you stepped out once again. The room felt warmer suddenly. Like someone had turned on the heater and it was pressing on your ever cell.

        You glanced over at the chair where Mr. Vante was sitting and were shocked, not that his face was still as flat as it had been the entire time, but that his green pants were tented at the crotch. He was leaning back now. His arms crossed over his stomach.

        Had you been wrong? Were all the rumors wrong? The whispers of why he had never been caught with a woman before? Maybe he was just really good at hiding his women.

        “What’s confusing you, sweetness?” He raked over your figure again. When he saw the lace in your hands, his eyes widened with recognition.

        “Oh, Sweetheart, this goes on before the underwear. Up to your waist.” You stared at the pearl line right down the center and balked.

        “So this thing-”

        “Goes right in your pretty little honey pot,” he said, standing suddenly and walking closer to you, “it’s probably as sweet tasting as it smells.”

        He took the fabric in your hands out of it. He held it by the beads that you just then noticed weren’t entirely round, but bumpy and slightly yellowed. You may not have a lot of money, but you knew that those pearls weren’t fake.

        “Would you like me to help you, Sweetness?”

        He breathed down your neck. You felt all the hairs on the nape of your neck stand on end. Your head was fuzzy. You must be dreaming. Why would someone so successful and good looking want anything to do with you?

        “He-help?”

        “I thought you would never ask,” he whispered in your ear. The music took a turn for the sexy. It slowed much more. A sultry voice. Filtered through the invisible speakers. You got a whiff of the same scent that had come out of the cushion in the dressing room with what you couldn’t possibly mistake as some sort of musk. It was coming from Mr. Vante.

        “Spread your legs for me, Sweetheart.”

        It was like you weren’t even controlling your body. You were on strings and his voice was the puppet master. You did as he said. No hesitation. No remorse. All obedience. It was the power he exuded.

        Without pausing, Mr. Vante hooked two fingers on either side of your hips and pushed the underwear off your frame. You should be embarrassed, being so bare to a complete stranger, your core dripping wet, but you felt comfortable. Like this was what you were meant to be doing this whole time.

        “Step out of them,” he said and you complied. You looked over at his face, a bit nervous that he would be upset that you had ruined a pair of his carefully crafted panties but the slightest smile pulled at his rose tinted lips when he saw the arousal on the fabric.

        “I’m going to help you put this on, ok?”

        You nodded your head as he kneeled down in front of you. His face was level with your center. His eyes fixated on it, like it was the most beautiful silk fabric he had ever laid eyes on. Without warning, Mr. Vante leaned in and at the very beginning of your slits set his lips atop it. You could feel that his lips were slightly open. The warmth evident against your skin. You braced yourself to feel his tongue but were disappointed when he pulled away, a thin strand of your arousal clinging at his bottom lip. He let his tongue slip out and collect the clear wetness and hummed, satisfied.

        “I was right. Just as sweet.”

        Without waiting for a response, he held out the lace fabric, like a parent helping to dress a toddler and looked at you expectantly. You placed one foot on either side of the pearl strand then held onto his shoulders as he shimmied it up your smooth skin. When it was up to your waist, he let go and reached between your legs where the pearls rested atop your slit. With ease and gentleness, he spread your slit and let the stones settle between . They were hard and cold against your center. You shifted slightly, making the pearls shift between your folds and you winced. The contact on your clit was unexpected but welcome.

        “How does that feel Sweetheart?”

        You looked down at Mr. Vante, his pupils blown wide as he watched you adjust to the undergarments. He looked overjoyed.

        “It um…It feels good Mr-uh Taehyung.”

        “I was hoping you would like it. Let’s finish the set then,” he pulled the underwear up making you step into them and pulled them up your legs. It held the pearls in place as you moved, again stimulating your sensitive clit. You jumped slightly as he snapped the elastic against your hip and settled the two ribbons in front of them.

        “Usually,” he kissed one of your thighs, “we’d connect these to some stockings,” he kissed the other thighs, “but since we’re just trying it on just for style, we can keep it like this for now.”

        He pressed another open mouthed kiss to your center, teasing you. A twinkle in his eyes gave it away as he pressed multiple kisses to your exposed skin still kneeling before you.

        “Get down here, Sweetheart,” he said, pulling you down so you were sitting on his bent legs. You felt his, clothed, member pressed against your slits. It was rock hard, like he had been turned on for a while with no solution.

        The pearls rubbed against your clit harder then, pushed against it. The texture was delicious. It was different enough to keep it interesting but not too different that it would stop the pleasure.

        “What are you doing Taehyung?” You asked. His hands rested on your hips. There was an inch of space between your face and his. The slight smile from before was still on his lips.

        “Well, I thought you might like a full preview of what this set can do when used as it’s meant to be used.”

        He pulled your hips down and thrust his hips up to meet them. Another shot of gratification traveled up to your stomach. Your skin started to perpetrate slightly. You were burning up. The motion at your core continued to stimulate you. You bit your lips, hoping that he couldn’t hear the little whimpers that were coming from your throat.

        “See,” he grunted slightly as he thrust up towards your entrance again, “the pearls are hand-picked- umgh- and are placed so that they- ugh- hit the woman’s clitoris,” he moaned softly, his eyes rolling back in his head, “and makes it easier for inexperienced men to please their partners.”

        You were struck silly as he spread up his thrusts, his fingers were digging into your hips, probably bruising your skin but it was worth it. You only wished he would fill you up somehow. Would it be weird to ask? This was all new territory for you.  

        “But for someone like me,” he pushed your hips around his hard bulge, “it’s just an added bonus.”

        He let his hands fall to your exposed ass. He gave it a squeeze with both hands before he let them trail lower. He used the hand still on your butt to push you closer to his body, his lips were so close to yours that it felt like he was pulling you to them.

        You were so distracted by the way that his lips called to you that you hadn’t felt when he had pushed your underwear aside. It was when two of his long fingers pushed past the wet muscles between your legs.

        Like the expert he seemed to be, he found the spot within your walls in record time. He pushed against it, never stopping his hips against yours. A wonton squelch echoed in your ears as he continued to push against the perfect spot within you. A blush rose to your cheeks, not used to being so wet or so turned on.

        “It looks like the set is working well,” he said with a chuckle. He gave one particularly good thrust that had the beads between your lower lips pulsating. You were already close. You were already at the precipice of pleasure. He was magical. Talented. In more areas than one.

        “Wonderfully,” you gasped out. It was getting hard having to hold yourself up. Your knees were starting to hurt from being bent but you weren’t willing to give up what was building to be an unimaginable orgasm.

        Taehyung’s lips locked onto your jaw, biting at the skin and kissing so softly it was almost nonexistent. Your eyes feel shut as your orgasm hit you hard over the head. Your mouth hung open and Mr. Vante took the opportunity to suck at the bottom one, running his tongue over your teeth.

        “Ah- Tae-Taehyung I…”

        “That’s it, Sweetness. Say my name.”

        You felt him push harder against the spot inside of you. Your body convulsed in his grasp. You only saw hot white and nothing more. Overstimulation set in suddenly and you tried to push him off of you but he held you in place, thrusting his hips and kissing your bruised lips.

        “One more, Sweetheart. Give me one more and then I’ll let you go.”

        You nodded, his fingers sped up. He nibbled on your lip and took the cheek in his hand and used it to push you onto him harder. Your orgasm built up much quicker than the one before and it hit you harder as well.

        You couldn’t help but moan loudly as he pushed you over the edge again. Your body convulsed in his hold. He slowed his fingers inside of you but only pulled them out when your walls stopped squeezing him in.

        Slowly and carefully, he pushed you off his lap and helped you lay on the carpeted floor. You held yourself up on your elbows, your knees up in the air and your legs still spread wide. When Taehyung was sure you were settled, he unzipped his emerald pants and pulled out his long, pulsating member. Your eyes went wide with shock.

        He started to pump himself into his hands. His eyes raked over your whole body hungrily. He looked like a tiger ready to strike and you were a juicy steak just for him. He fixed his gaze on your core which was so wet you were dripping.

        “Keep those legs spread, Sweetness.” He bucked into his enormous hand. Precum was running down his shaft. He pulled the two fingers that were in your center up to his nose. He took a big breath then sucked them into his mouth. He savored your flavor. His eyes rolling into his head as he popped them out of his mouth.

        “That’s it,” he groaned, reaching over to your sensitive slits and scooped more of your essence onto his long digits.

        “You’re so good, Sweetness. Where have you been hiding from me?”

        “Taehyung,” you groaned as he scooped more of your juices onto his fingers after sucking off the rest. A vein on the underside of his dick rose dangerously. You could basically see it pulsing as he neared his own end.

        “Yes, Sweetheart?”

        But you had nothing to say. You were so entranced by the way his hand moved up and down his shaft that your mind went blank. You could almost feel it inside you. The burn it was sure to give you and the speed he could surly fuck into your needy-

        “I’m so close,” he said through gritted teeth, “Show me your breasts baby.”

        Without hesitating, you unclipped the bra and tossed it aside so that your nipples were out in the open. Taehyung’s head fell heavily between his shoulders. He gave himself two more languid pumps then he hesitated and white hot cum poured out of him like a river.

        It ran over his hand and onto his emerald green suit. What a shame.

        When he came down from his high, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out an emerald pocket hanky that he used to wipe up the ejaculation. Without a second thought, he threw it into the garbage.

        “How do you feel, Sweetness? You like the model I picked out for you?”

        Taehyung helped you sit up, the pearls shifted again between your legs and you gasped, still too sensitive.

        “Yeah Mr. Vante… Taehyung.” He helped you to your feet, his eyes on your chest. He reached for a nipple and flicked it lightly. He leaned down, his eyes trailed on yours as he licked and sucked it into his lips.

        “Taehyung,” you groaned, letting your hand wrap into his hair. He pulled away with a loud pop before he straightened up to his full height. He smiled at you the way he had earlier when he was picking out your sets.

        “What do you say we move this party to my place, Sweetheart? Then I can really show you what my lingerie can do.”

        “That wasn’t it?” You asked completely floored as his eyes twinkled. He chuckled cutely, grabbing one of your hands and placing it on his cheek so he could kiss your palm.

        “That was just the beginning,” he assured. He let go of you and picked up the bra that you had discarded but didn’t make you put it on again.

        “Go put on the slip over this and we can head out, Sweetheart. That is, if you want to come along.”

        “Are you serious? I always heard that you were gay-” you snapped a hand over your lips, scared you had offended him but Taehyung was laughing, no sign of offence in sight.

        “So you’ve heard the rumors too haven’t you?”

        “I’m so sorry.”

        “Don’t worry about it,” he said, his eyes darkening, “I’ll prove to you I’m not, Sweetheart.”          He pulled you into his chest. Your boobs pressed against the material of his vest. Your core was ready to go once more and your brain was buzzing as you looked up at him, trapped in his strong arms.

       He kissed a spot on your cheek as you took the matching bra back. On the tag was his name and in big, bright letters, the line name Dynamite stared up at you.

[greatbigbellies]

Another continuation of THESE TWO stories. In part three, Leo finds himself even MORE pregnant than last time. Will he still fit in his living room? Find out! Contains allusions to sex, (basically) rapid preg, hyperpregnancy, weight gain, and belly worship. Enjoy!

Leo looked himself over in his full length mirror, in awe at just how much his body had changed over the last two and a half years. It had been about six months since he had successfully delivered he and Marko’s 50 beautiful kids, and as much as his body had recovered, it had also changed as well. His chest was noticeably larger, but even more so was his hips, widened by his extraordinary pregnancy. Some of the pregnancy weight had stuck too, giving him much thicker thighs and a squishier booty. Overall, he was significantly more pear shaped than when he’d started, and overall, he was okay with that. Marko certainly didn’t mind…

Leo smirked. “I can feel you staring,” he said, able to sense when Marko was ogling him. Marko stepped through te door with a playful sigh, “I still don’t know how you do that. I didn’t make a sound!” he said, stepping up next to Leo, pulling him in by his waist. Marko kissed the top of Leo’s head, causing Leo to smooch him on the cheek, in turn. “What’s going through your mind hon? You’ve been checking yourself out in the mirror for almost ten minutes now,” asked Marko. Leo sighed, “I dunno babe… I’m just… is it weird that I really, REALLY miss being pregnant?” he asked.

Marko shook his head, placing a hand on Leo’s flat, empty tummy. “You carried those little guys for two years, you kinda got used to it…” he smiled, “Besides, we both really enjoyed ourselves with it...” Their gazes met in a loving, slightly charged eye contact, and Leo began picking up on the signals Marko was sending. “Would you… be up for doing it again?” Marko finally asked. Leo’s mouth curled into a mischievous grin, “Only if we can go bigger this time?” he asked. Now it was Marko’s turn to smile, “Like… time and a half?” he asked. Leo shook his head, “Bigger,” “...double?” “A LOT bigger,” Markos eyes went wide. 

“Babe you were full of 50 last time, how much bigger do you want to go!?” asked Marko incredulously. “Why don’t we set ourselves up with fertility treatments, and see where life takes us? Numbers and quotas aren’t sexy, chance is sexy,” Marko’s breath grew a little shaky, “Are you sure you can handle going bigger this time?” Leo smiled, “I’m excited to push my boundaries!” he replied.

Marko pulled him in for a deep kiss, “Your ambition is also sexy,” he whispered. Leo stood on his tiptoes and whispered back into Marko’s ear, “Then what say you we get to work tonight?” he offered. Marko scooped him up in his strong arms, carrying him bride style and turning toward their bed, “I thought you’d never ask!”

And get to work they did. Frequent trips to the local fertility clinic and regular “sessions” in bed quickly showed that Leo’s ability to conceive mid-pregnancy had not waned, but actually increased, much to the surprise of medical experts everywhere. As the two experimented, hey found that Leo was growing SO pregnant that one could actually see him slowly grow larger by the second after the couple had fooled around, a fact Leo would take some time to adjust to…

2 months later

“Are you sure you don’t want to just… email the guy?” asked Marko, a little worriedly, in the drivers seat of the couple’s van. “I want to at least attend ONE class in person, even if I’m too big for the desks!” replied Leo from the passengers seat, squeezed between the back of the chair and the glove compartment. His belly, while still in the first trimester, had ballooned to look quintuplet heavy, and that was a conservative estimate. In order to maintain some modesty at his size, he wore a sleek, black, belly support belt, which covered his underbelly. Over that were dress slacks, which paired well with his maternity button-up dress shirt. The shirt only BARELY reached to the hem of the support belt, but overall, he looked sharp, and it was clear an attempt was made.

“I know you want to take some classes and eventually earn a degree, but… aren’t you making it a little hard for yourself like this?” asked Marko. Leo shook his head, “Naw hon, it’s all part of my master plan. See, I waddle in like THIS,” he gave his belly a hearty pat, “and gain instant sympathy, then I tell the instructor I’m growing too large to get around, and he’ll switch me to his online course, AND grade everything I do with a curve! Because clearly the tired, hugely pregnant guy is doing his best!” Leo grinned a troublesome grin, “meanwhile I’m stuffing my face, getting foot rubs, and half-assing all of my assignments for easy college credits!” Marko shook his head, a little exasperated. “You’re such a little slytherin,” he said, getting out of the car.

He circled around and opened the door for Leo, helping him get to his feet. He gave him a little smooch on the head for luck, “You don’t think our little escapade before you got dressed for this is going to be a problem, do you?” he asked. Leo shrugged, “more belly, more sympathy,” he replied with a little smirk, before turning to waddle away. Marko turned on his heel, and shifted back into the divers seat. He wondered if Leo could make it through the whole class. “He’s grown to love the attention though,” he said to himself, “So maybe he’ll be okay…”

Leo DID love the attention. Compared to his outing at the mall so very long ago, the pregnant man had come to revel in the stares he received. Sure, some were stares of confusion, but more so there were stares of admiration, and curiosity. In some rarer cases, he even noticed a couple stares of jealousy, and a little lust. Leo knew full well that Marko wasn’t the only person into sizable midriffs, he just wasn’t expecting to see so many others. And he could certainly tell who was who in this case. The stolen glances and subdued blushes were all the proof he needed.

When he reached the classroom and stepped through the door, his sizable belly entered before the rest of him, and immediately he was the center of attention. The space was set up like a theatre, with rows of seats lined up, bolted to the floor, with little folding desks built into the arm rests. Cautiously, Leo made his way down the shallow steps toward a middle row, his tummy blocking his view of his feet, making each step a little more treacherous than he liked. He squeezed into a spot toward the right side of the room, close to the door so he could leave easily.

Leo’s wide hips and ass meant he filled the WHOLE seat, with a little overflow, and the front of his tummy brushed against the back of the seat in front of him. He was really starting to feel his size. The other students were clearly trying to be polite, but it wasn’t a secret they were all eyeing him, all secretly wondering if he’d go into labor right then and there. If only they knew… thought Leo with a smirk. 

He tried unfolding the desk to write on, but… his oversized belly just got in the way. He tried everything short of brute force to try to get it to unfold for use, but alas, he took up too much space. He shrugged, and grabbed his notebook from his bag, resigned to use his belly shelf as a table. That was when he felt something shift deep within his body. “Oh no,” he whispered.

He’d started growing again. Marko had been right.

Leo realized that maybe sex right before class wasn’t such a great idea, but it was too late now. Leo felt his button up shirt grow increasingly tight, and the stitches on his slacks and belly belt strain as his body stretched for new occupants. He fought against the friction of is own thighs against the arm rests as he tried to get up, the slowly increasing weight of his belly not doing him any favors. He felt something rip, and jerked up rapidly in response, which just caused a button on his shirt to pop off. PING! It bounced off of the whiteboard, and Leo felt a blush of embarrassment roll across his face.

Everyone was actively staring now, and Leo needed to vacate, quickly. Turning with a wide breadth, he started waddling back up the steps. PING! Another button popped off as his belly belt rode down, exposing more of his bare, pale tummy. He threw his notebook back in his bag and dug for his phone, needing to get ahold of Marko. He could feel his pregnant belly slowly stretch itself bigger, and for the first time, Leo wondered if they overdid it on the fertility drugs.

He burst through the door with surprising speed for a man in his condition, and finally found his cell. Speed dialing Marko, he heard his belly belt pop a little with each step, the elastic failing as he continued to grow. “C’mon, c’mon, pick up!” he pleaded. Leo felt his belly start to widen out, and realized that his belly belt was just growing too tight to be safe. Taking a deep breath, he yanked the belt down, causing his huge and heavy tummy to flop downward form the lack of support.

“Hello? Is everything okay?” Marko finally picked up. “No! This was a mistake! I started growing in class and I’m too big for everything now! Come pick me up!” Leo hissed into the receiver, trying not to make any more of a scene. “Alright, just, go to where I dropped you off, I’ll be right there!” Leo hung up and began waddling toward the exit, his tummy swaying a little more with each heavy step. He could feel his weight increasing as he moved, and swore his midriff wasn’t the only thing swelling up.

He left the college building just in time to watch Marko pull up, getting out to open the car door for his poor husband. Marko’s eyes grew wide when he saw how much Leo had grown in such a short span of time. He ran to meet him halfway and help Leo back to the van. Right as Leo sat down fully, he felt his slacks split open at the seams on the side, letting out a resounding RRRRRIIIP! As his thighs became exposed. Marko quickly shut the door to preserve any privacy Leo still had, and scurried back to the drivers side, hopping in and driving away. 

Leo’s hands covered his face as his cheeks burned with a vibrant blush. He couldn’t believe he’d let that happen. “Are… you okay hon?” asked Marko. Leo nodded, his hands not leaving his face. “Yeah… I’m just going to switch to online classes and never show my face there again. It’s fine,” he whimpered. Marko felt bad for him, that had to be embarrassing. “Would… some ice cream make you feel better?” he offered. Leo slid his hands down, giving Marko the cutest look. “A gallon of sherbet would be nice…” he replied. Marko smirked, “...and some tummy rubs while you eat it?” he sweetened the deal. 

“Mhmmm…” “...and… maybe a little more than just a tummy rub?” Marko offered. Leo smiled for the first time since he got in the car. “You know that’s what got us into this mess,” said Leo. “I know… but we’re out of this mess, and you said it yourself, you’re going to switch to online right away. What’s the harm?” Leo, without breaking eye contact, firmly gripped the sides of his shirt, and pulled them apart, popping the rest of the buttons. “You just wanna get your hands on this tummy, don’t’cha?” he teased. Marko turned bright red, and sped up the car. He had ice cream to get.

5 months later

“You think it was a bit much to rent out an entire theatre for just us?” asked Leo, his massive, gravid form slowly squeezing through the double doors. “Not at all, we’re sneaking in 95 extra people, I’d say we’re getting our money’s worth!” joked Marko, helping Leo navigate the tight confines of the wide movie theatre halls. Leo’s belly, now the size of a small car, was supported by a makeshift frame with rotatable wheels, with a soft pillowy top to make it more comfortable. It creaked under the massive weight of Leo’s pregnant belly, which audibly sloshed with amniotic fluid. Thankfully, the ramp down to the center seats was wide, though Leo could still feel the walls brush against the sides of his tummy.

“Alright, gonna turn you left now,” warned Marko as he walked to the side of Leo’s belly, squeezing between it and the wall. With more grunting than he was proud of, he turned Leo 90 degrees to the side, meaning he could now move forward down to their spot, smack in the center of the empty theatre, the perfect view. “I’m not TOO pregnant, am I?” asked Leo, seeing how out of breath Marko was after the effort. “Nonsense -HUFF- honey, in fact, I intend to make you -HUFF- even more so tonight!” he teased in response.

Leo’s footfalls were slow, but heavy, as his gravid body had swelled pretty much everywhere but his face. His ass and hips were wide enough for two seats, and his breasts had expanded considerably in order to ramp up milk production for later. Really, even with his mammoth midriff, he was still a sight to behold. After what felt like ages, they had finally reached the center-most seats. Leo noticed an extra wide one had been installed at a 90 degree angle, allowing him to sit comfortably and watch the film without being blocked by his belly.

“How did you pull this off?” Asked Leo. Marko winked. “I have my ways,” he answered. Leo slowly lowered himself into the seat, the soft cushions feeling good on his aching, pregnant body. He sighed in relief, happy to get off of his feet, and just reveled in being pampered by his husband to the point of theatre remodeling. He felt special. “This whole experience would really go well with some carmel corn… OH or some red vines!” Leo began feeling the pangs of pregnancy cravings. 

Marko’s proud smile grew into a smug grin as he slid past Leo’s gargantuan belly, shuffling around in some bags. “What’s you doing hon?” asked Leo. Marko quickly made his way back to a place Leo could reach, before handing him a bag of caramel corn, and a drum of red vines. “I had a feeling you would want these,” Leo took the candy and gestured for Marko to lean forward, which he did, before placing a playful little peck of a kiss on his nose. “You’re adorable. Now sit down, the lights are dimming!

Marko took his seat next to his massive husband, a hand idly resting on the pregnant belly as the lights went out and the film began, kicking off a lovely evening.

8 months later

Leo was glad they had such an open floor plan in their house. Not only did it add a lot of brightness to the space, but it gave him a place within the house where he could FIT. Now carrying somewhere in the neighborhood of 270 to 300 babies, the doctors aren’t sure on specifics, his astoundingly large belly had the volume of a city bus, though retained a vaguely orbular shape. He’d been immobile for a while now, though aside from some cabin fever, Marko was able to provide everything he needed to be happy. Marko was now a stellar cook, and was great at getting what Leo wanted before the man even had to ask for it.

Right now though, Marko was relaxing, playing on his switch and lounging, where else, but atop Leo’s gigantic belly. At this point the widened apex of tummy skin was less of a shelf and more of a mattress, and the large curve of skin was so warm and inviting to Marko. He’d seen every inch of this belly countless times, but he as still amazed at it. Marko’s nightly cocoa butter rubs had been doing their job, as Leo didn’t have a single stretchmark on his person, even when carrying around 300 babies.

“How’s you town coming?” asked Leo, resting on the couch. His butt took up two cushions, and was now wide enough that it would impede passage through doorways if his tummy didn’t do that already. “Really good! I just got Audie to move in! And my garden looks so cute!” Leo pursed his lips in thought, “Which one is Audie? Is she the fox one?” he asked. “I mean… she’s ‘supposed’ to be a wolf but she looks like a fox…” replied Marko. He gently sat up, scooting to the left broadside of Leo’s tummy, and sliding down, nintendo switch in hand. He landed with a solid THUNK and walked over to Leo’s side. “You know that’s got to be hell on your knees,” advised Leo. Marko shrugged, “You’re not wrong, but like… it’s so fun to do that,”

Leo jokingly rolled his eyes and looked at the handheld screen, taking in Marko’s painstakingly curated garden. “Are those… trans pride colors?” asked Leo, pointing to a strip of blue, pink, and white along the right side of the flower beds. Marko grinned. “Yeah, that section is for you! And if you count, I have 52 total flowers in place, two for us, and 50 for the kids!” The pair smiled warmly. “You’re going to need a MUCH bigger garden here in about a week…” said Leo, his hands resting on his massive boobs, pushed to the sides by his even more massive tummy.

“Oh don’t worry, I’ve already started stockpiling more...” Marko trailed off. “Something on your mind, honey?” asked Leo. Marko shook his head slowly, before changing his tune. “I’m just… really, REALLY, going to miss this tummy of yours. And I’m trying to think of how to make the most of these last few days without seeming too needy, y’know?” he explained. Leo sighed and smiled. “Honey you’re NOT needy for wanting some extra tummy time before I pop. If anything I’M the needy one in this relationship. You do all the work! I just sit here and gestate!” Marko blushed. “I mean yeah but being pregnant is work in and of itself, especially THIS pregnant! Like I don’t want to do anything you aren’t comfortable with,” Leo placed a hand on Marko’s shoulder. He would have used both hands, but he couldn’t reach past his own chest. 

“Marko. My love. You have my full, complete, and enthusiastic permission do to whatever you would like to with my belly, for the next seven days. Whether is be painting again, massaging, dressing up, touching, lotioning… whatever. Go absolutely nuts babe. Consider it a gift for taking such good care of me!” said Leo. Marko’s eyes glittered and cheeks flushed bright red at the possibilities. He giddily bounced in place, “Are you sure?! You can rescind that offer at any point, it’s okay!” Marko said in a fast, excited tempo. Leo nodded. “I know, but I don’t plan to. This is your week babe, starting right now!”

The first thing Marko did was plant a firm, deep kiss onto Leo’s lips, which Leo leaned into passionately in turn. “You’re the best babe!” Marko said, bolting around to the front of Leo’s gargantuan belly. “What are you doing?” laughed Leo, having to shout so his voice would carry to the far end of his tum. “This!” Marko pressed his whole body into Leo’s belly, his hand working its way to his popped navel. He began rubbing tiny circles around it, occasionally stopping to poke it. Leo was sensitive there, and Marko knew it.

At the same time, he began planting kisses of increasing duration over Leo’s taught skin, which riled up some movement from inside. “Oohhh, they seem to like that…” said Leo. “do you?” asked Marko. Leo paused, “...Yeah,” Marko began alternating between kissing and licking Leo’s distended, hyperpregnant midriff, eliciting groans and coos of pleasure from Leo. Marko then did something he never had before, and left a delightful little hickey on the aft of Leo’s tummy. He stopped, waiting for a response. A few long seconds passed before Leo asked “did you just… give me a hickey?” Marko blushed so hard you could hear it in his voice. “Maybe… I won’t do it again if you don’t want me to. I know you pride yourself on your blemishless tumm-” “Do it again,”

Now Marko paused. “You sure? Cause I’m gonna get really into it…” “That felt like nothing I’ve ever had before. Please do it again,” Leo responded. Marko didn’t hesitate to fulfill his request, and left three more in semi-rapid succession, before retuning to kissing and affectionately worshipping the belly. It was going to be a good week for Marko.