#this brush was so niiice

[lordtonic]

hi kitten im a big fan ill braid ur hair for u

"You will??? Hehe.. I've never had someone braid it before..UM LET ME...BRUSH IT REALLY FAST..."

He was chuckling nervously as he grabbed his brush from his dresser, brushing it through.

You could hear the brush struggle a few times.

[screampied]

ok hear me out toji is always rough and somehow mean when you fuck, but something happens to you (you can decide what) and he turns really soft and gentle for one night. just one.

❤︎ ໋𓈒 toji being soft with you for once

warnings. fem! reader, soft dom toji, praise, missionary, talking you through it, mdni.

being in bed with toji, he’s usually almost always rough and degrading. it’s something he’s mostly used to, however there’d be a specific time where he’d have to change things up . . . just for you.

he’d notice something’s wrong the minute he’s about to align himself again. you’re awfully quiet underneath him as you awaited and he’s well aware of how you keep avoiding his stoic gaze. “hm,” he’d ponder aloud with a mere natural pout. toji grabs ahold of your chin before softly stroking it with his thumb, making you stare right into his green curious irises. “something’s wrong. talk to me, babygirl.”

“nothing’s wrong, you can finish—”

“something’s wrong,” he repeats, his voice is a bit more stern yet it’s still gentle. he slows down and brings a thumb towards your cheek to lightly stroke it. “you’re avoiding eye contact,” he points out, still inside you yet he brings his hips to an abrupt pause. toji’s panting yet he takes a moment to breathe. “you can talk to me, y’know.”

you briefly meet his dark pupils before letting off a low exhale. “i . . had a bad day,” and then as he’s hovering over your body, you slowly drag out your final breathy words in a sheepish, “can you—can you hold my hand?”

“aw,” he teases, grabbing your hand before intertwining his thick stubby fingers with yours. his touch was so safe, so warm, so gentle. his thumb strokes against the back of your hand before he holds onto your hip with another. “want a head pat too, sweetheart?”

“s-shut up,” you moan, feeling the tip of his dick prof against your entrance. he wasn’t exactly moving but you still felt him. your ankle runs against toji’s back and he’s so close to you that you could smell the strong aroma of alcohol and mint linger on his breath. toji’s now softened gaze never leaves you and his kittenish eyes ease up soothingly. “just go slow ‘n hold my hand, toji.”

“so sensitive today,” he purrs, leaning to kiss the top of your forehead. it was something about his voice—the way he spoke to you currently, it was just so smooth. his eyes that were known to always be cruel and intimidating palliate just at the sight of you— the sight of his pretty girl underneath him, asking for a simple request to hold her hand. “. . mwah,” and the moment his lips brush against your skin, you let off a soft whine. “i’ll go niiice ‘n slow for you, yeah.”

once he finally picks up his pace again, he’s so gentle with you. the grip on your hand tightens a bit and you moan.

you’re always used to toji being so rough in bed, manhandling you and all—alas, you never exactly minded of course, but a change of pace like this was strikingly nice.

his stumpy fingers strum against yours before you feel his hips gradually move again. “t-toooji,” you whine out, watching as he kisses near your neck. so benign, so tender. toji was always familiar with every inch of your body. he knew the layout of your body as if it was an apartment. he always knew where to go, your weakest and most sensitive spots— forever engraved into his mind. with your eyes starting to roll back, you squeal out a shaky, “i l-love you.”

“cock drunk already?” he fake pouts, a smile curling against his lips before he slowly starts to thrust into you. the moans that left your mouth were incredibly melodic, a mere harmony he was listening to. toji couldn’t help but grin at your sweet words of whimpers of how much you loved him, losing yourself completely on his cock. “but i love you more, princess,” and he feels your ankle scrape further down his tense back muscles. a rigorous surge of wind forcefully plucks from your lungs and you struggle to suppress your own whines. so good, so thick. toji squeezes your hand tightly, giving your forehead another chaste kiss. “how’s it feel? ‘s slow enough for you, baby?”

“good, y—yes, ‘toj,” you whimper, both hands throwing around his broad neck, over his high rising shoulders. he was merely nude, only wearing a white tee to follow. the chain that was wrapped around his neck dangles against your face every so often and you mewl out a sweet desperate sob for more. “touch me more toji, p-please. touch me.”

he snickers. “oh. am i not touchin’ you?”

you pout and he’s enjoying your brief irritation. whenever you were getting frustrated—you always had such cute expressions, especially when your lip frowns up or your eyebrows twitch to show your sheer vex. with a sigh, you grumble, “kiss me, toji. i want a kiss.”

“you . . want a kiss?” he softly coos, his voice was as smooth as silk. so sweet, deliciously candied with each word he pronounces at you. the rasp underneath his tone only made you throb for an even longer time. with an eyebrow raise, toji accelerates his hips before he feels your gummy walls stretch out perfectly. you were so good for him, so fucking good. his cock rummages inside of you to where your eyes were merely reaching the sockets. until all you saw was nothing but black, an entire void of straight nothingness. as your eyes remain stuck back into the very depths of your cranium, he’s always loved looking at your dramatic expressions—especially whenever he was on top of you. “say please. ‘m bein’ soft for right now but don’t forget those manners i taught ya, sweetheart.”

you sigh again and he slyly smiles at your sheer frustration.

“. . pleaseee,” you whine out, dragging your nails down his back. by now, you were sure his back was coated with a few marks from your pointed fingertips. the way your bottom lip pokes out once you pout yet again was so adorable. “kiss me toji, please.”

“anything for the pretty girl,” he murmurs in a soft voice, bringing a rough hand to cup the right side of your face. his pace was just so tantalizingly slow, emitting out all types of whiney moans from your lips. toji leans in and the moment his lips press against yours, you whimper. he’s stuffing you full of inches in the meantime — feeling the way your walls adjust and constrict around him. as both lips are moving in rhythmic tavern, you legs squeeze around his slim jerking waist.

toji’s always been fond of your taste, so glacé. his tongue runs against your bottom lip, tasting your sweet lip gloss before he grunts into your mouth.

thick heavy balls slowly pound into you and his pace was so salaciously relentless that it welts out all kinds of squelches directly from your cunt.

“f-fuuck,” he groans, each pivot he creates only grows more rapid and sloppy. he’s so thorough, the angle makes you whimper into his mouth before you compress around his length tighter. he’s so close up to you, the warmth of his body colliding up against yours makes you throb more. toji’s speaking in between kisses — a string of spit departs each time he leaves, swiping his tongue against your lip before after about a nth amount of kisses later, he finally breaks away. “aw. did i love you too hard, princess? you look a little out of breath.”

“s—shut up,” you moan, clinging onto his back even tighter. he was right though, your lungs were strained and you were panting heavily, heaving. the wind gets yanked out of your throat before you slump back against the bed. “gonna c-cum, toji. gonna cum,” and then you meet his softly coy gaze— he returns the eye contact before you see a bit of tenderness in his dark irises. “please, please let me cum, ‘toj. pleaseee.”

the smile against toji’s lips further— you’re so cute, the way you were chasing your current orgasm. it felt like a wave, an abrupt wave that was about to collide. your cunt holds him hostage before he leans in to kiss the bridge of your nose.

“mwahhh,” he purrs softly, deepening his hits against you before your thighs end up aching underneath near the very undersides. he’s so deep that your jaw dangles open. hot breathy puffs of air leave past your lips before he strokes your cheek. “give it to me, baby. c’mon, i got you.”

as he’s talking in such a smoothly polished tone, his words send a plethora of butterflies inside of your stomach.

toji stares at you in such a lovingly way— it last for at least six seconds, he looks like he’s about to say something even further before he stops himself. “aw. don’t space out on me now, gorgeous,” and he strokes your cheek. “squeeze my hand, girl.”

“hngh c-cumming,” you whimper, feeling your stomach seize a few times before you finally climax. it comes at such a speed that you’re taken aback. your own clammy hand grips against his whilst a thumb strokes against his knuckles before he smiles. you’re shaking, convulsing and his cock’s still buried into you from the very hilt. toji leans in, his broad chest pressing against yours before he licks near your neck. you moan, feeling your collarbone start to dampen up from his wet tongue— toji chuckles, watching you spasm out on his length before he stops his hips again. “f-fuck.”

“. . . so cute,” he susurrates, and his deep raspy voice was a mere whisper. he spoke in a hushed tone, staring deeply into your eyes before picking up your hand to kiss it. “do you feel a little better?”

“a— a little,” you inhale a sharp breath, his weight just idly hovering over your hot-tempered body. everything felt so good, it was a reoccurring ring in your ears that always came whenever you were tweaking out on his dick— he’s always loved the twitch your lips make, failing to get your words out whenever you came. in rushed words, you whine out a sweet, “t-thank you toji, thank you,” and he’s taken by surprise once you pull him into nothing more than a sweet hug. “love you.”

it takes him a good minute to reply, he has a playful pout on his lips as he’s still inside—you feel his tip mash against your sweet spot, causing you to whimper against his ear before he kisses the sensitive outer shell of your earlobe.

“oh but i love you more, babygirl,” and you feel him gradually pull out. you frown at the sudden feeling of being empty before he hums at your expression. “now, let’s get some sleep. i’ll even sing you a song, just for you.”

[missamyrisa2]

a ticklegram for all the motherss~

"Coochie coochie cooo mama-dooo ~ it's tickles in bed alll dayyy for youuuuu~" my squeaky adoring voice fills the room as your blanket is lightly flipped up to expose those weary feet~ my ticklegram bot extends its wiggly fingers down and starts playfully stroking at your toes and drawing up your soless~ and it's just a liiight dusting including a swishyyy feather duster before the scent of oil fills the air and your foot massages begin~

And you'd be forgiven for missing that gentle teasyy tickle for a moment because the massaging hands working up your worn arm muscles are squeezing those tickle spotssss and coaxing you to raise them~ so they can gentle hold your wrists and make room for the spinning up orbital buffers which begin whirling down your inner armsss~

"Let's work allll that tension out now~"

The bot warbles, chiming and humming closer as the spinning tickle buffers work down to start polishing your underarms~ they glide ever so elegantly, humming happily and working inward slowly after trailing the rims of your pits. Down below, the massaging hands working between your toes have moved to delivering their pedicure package with the machine moving to lay a fluffy towel down and start prepping your toes for the pampering~

And that's not the only place getting a pampering~

The machine chimes as the blanket is fully plucked away, and a line of massage oil is drawn across your waist. Fluffy rollers move in to start spreading it above and below with wiggly hands following to ease the slippery oil into your belly and down in your navel, over your hipss and along your lower abdomen. Padded clamps extend out to gently ensnare your legs to slowly open them so that two more orbital buffers can work down over your thighs~

Loving massage hands work your bouncy belly while your feet are treated so sweet, buffed and polished and dusted and beautified ~ up above, your underarms are given the white glove treatment, with hands reaching in to gently rub their thumbs in tight circles, inspecting the buffering job~

"Only the best for our gigglemamas~"

A trio of feathers joins the swarm of loving tickles, carefully drawing around the triangle of royal tickle spots ~ their tips liiightly caressing and kissing at your girly chest buttons and everrrr so carefully grazing up and down your regal area to coax out that lovely pearlyyy~

The buffers return to your armpits, giving extra special attention to your lower pit and sideboob, so that the gloved inspection can glide down first to trace your softened sole before giving a thumbs up to the waiting scrub brushes ~ then back up to wait until the feathers have gotten your girly buttons niiice and bothered~

Oiling up in front of you, the gloved hand goes down to start lovingly stroking with elegant lightness across your girly pearly ~ a taunting makeup brush twirls out to tease your blushing neck while a feather distracts at your ear while the hand ever so carefully rubs around tight circles on your swollen wanting button. The buffers speed up to match your breaths and moans, swirling on those armpits and down your thighs to your kneepits ~ the scrubber brush arms squeak and squeal away, industriously working their tools on your pretty feet in alternating patterns~

With a rumble, the machine produces a travel magic wand, sparkling in glittering pink with the words "Mom needs a break" written in flirty letters across the handle. The bulb buzzes away while the gloved hand makes a round to your underarms again, checking the work of the buffer team. As the feathers coax you along, the vibrations grow and the buffers speed up ~ the bot humming loudly as it goes full force to bring you to that delightfully earned sparkly-eyed ticklegasm~~<3

"Relaxxx darlingggg we've got you allll day nowww~"

I reassure from my control room, directing the machinery to start plucking blooms from the basket of feather flowers near your bed ~ which make the perfectttt post-ticklegasm touch, skittering and sweeping over alll your tickled twitching lovely skin while from behind you can watch the buffers and hands getting tuned up for the next round of your day-long home tickle salon pampering~<3

Happiest of daysssss to all my lovelyyy lovingly dedicated amazing gorgeoussss mother friends~~<33

[golden-risuto]

Quiiick concept for my Tarnished, named Silvester:

- Earth (Rock) based magic, don't anger him unless you wish to be covered in rocks.

- Loves rocks/rainbow stones, shares with 0 context. When they've one, it's based on eye color(s).

- Throws with the aim of a Latina mom with the CHANCLA.

- Inspired by Rya/Zorayas, has an animal form of a goat. After making her quest in-game, I decided that he's fond of her, Rya best girl.

- Alas, he'd benefit from frequent hair wash. Their hair looks wonderful just washed.

- Sil doesn't know how to comfort with words, so they just transform into a goat and let the person brush them or something.

- Due to being a goat man, he understands/talks to animals and others might find him insane for it.

- In a modern AU, he would be a geologist lol

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Extra: Their love for rocks would lead them to be like this in the end:

Silvester: *See Marika hanging* "Oh, rock woman... Niiice"

Marika: *Turns into Radagon*

Silvester: "... Oh, rock man, niiice"

[applesap-fics]

Day 4 - Head Pats

G, 400 words, Luisa & Bruno Madrigal

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"Niiice Dulce. Yeah, you like me, right? Best friends forever, you and me." Tío Bruno hesitantly brushed his knuckles over the mare's pink snout, flinching every time it made an unexpected move.

The plan was to rent two horses to ride around the Encanto with. He and Luisa would stop to picnic and fish. Hadn't done that in years, Bruno said, and Luisa'd liked the idea of having fish for lunch.

They were in señora de Vega's stables. She was an older lady and used to give the young Madrigals horse riding lessons, as her father had before her. Sometimes Luisa needed to bring draft horses to farmers on the other side of the Encanto, so she never became rusty at riding. Not, as she suspected, like tío Bruno.

"You don't have to do this for me, tío Bruno. I can find something else to do on Saturdays." Luisa remembered the wild story Mirabel had told them of their uncle rushing through bushes before sliding off his horse, barely able to control it.

"No, no, I want to! Really!" Bruno said enthusiastically. They walked over to where the horse tacks were kept and started to saddle up. Very covertly, she got a pink  blanket for herself, which her uncle didn't comment on. "Plus, I'm writing that story about the Pegasus and the horsefly, so this is great field research for me."

"The one where the fly stings Pegasus midair and the rider dies a horrible death from the fall?"

"That's the one! Uh, well. We're not gonna research that much, ehehe. This old girl wouldn't do that to me. Would you, Dulce?" The horse bristled at her name.

Luisa watched as Bruno stood still for a moment before putting the saddle on, obviously a bit nervous. But soon they were done, and satisfied with the belts and buckles they mounted their horses and rode out the stable. Bruno was a little wonkier than Luisa, but once they got onto the riding path on the edge of town and jungle, his horse as well smoothed into a nice paso fino canter.

"Aw, yeah. I've still got i-" 

While speaking, he patted the horse's head, startling it and accidentally tightening his knees while tugging the reins, sending a mixed message of "GO NOW" and "woooah, girl", and Luisa, eyebrows shooting up, watched her uncle disappear into the bushes with a loud yelp.

[youre-in-big-trouble]

Did you have fun on your date? I hope so!

-🥟

it was niiice! we had fun together, and we might see each other again!

literally the ONLY thing that put me off is that his breath... was off. like, he was super chill, but that had me like "hrm. i definitely brushed my whole mouth for this, even though i wasnt planning on kissing anybody"

AND LIKE we didnt kiss. literally the most erotic thing that happened is that i was driving and talking to him, and some guy cut us off and i had to swerve kinda sharply? so i was like "oh my god what the hell sorry we almost died" and he was like. "You're Okay."

and suddenly, yeah, i was okay

[avenging-fandoms]

Colone Prank on Rudy ( Pankow )

inspo :: here

OUTER BANKS MASTERLIST

you do not have my permission to repost my fics anywhere! these are MINE and mine only! :) it is okay to reblog! reblogs are appreciated!

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you and rudy would do silly pranks on each other, putting washable paint in your loofa or baby powder in his blow dryer. you saw this prank on tik tok after a bunch of people tagged you in it to do on rudy.

you and rudy were exclusive for 3 years, basically obsessed with each other to the point where you guys weren't ever insecure, so you knew this prank would catch him off guard.

you set up the camera, spritzing a cologne sample you got in the mail that smelled nothing like rudy's. it was potent and not as delicious as his, so he would instantly know it isn't his. the front door unlocked and you pretended to type on your computer.

"hi baby!" rudy grinned and he fell on the bed, and you smiled at him. you closed your laptop and put it to the side and you kissed him, rudy pulling away slowly with a confused look on his face. "why do you smell like that?"

"like what? i showered today after i came back from my walk" you ask confused, sniffing under your hoodie. rudy sat down next to you, pulling your hoodie up to his nose again.

"did you go on a walk through a cologne factory or something? it smells awful" rudy asks and pushes his nose into your neck, trailing it down your front and you laugh. "were you with a friend or something?"

"uh.. no. i went alone" you answered suspiciously and rudy looked at you, dropping his face. "i did.. i went alone"

"you're lying, i know when you're lying" rudy started to play with your sweatshirt strings, refusing to make eye contact. "just be honest, yn, did you hang out with a guy?"

"rudy.. are you serious? you think i would hang out with another guy that isn't you?" you ask and he sighs.

"that or you're a stripper" you laugh, shaking your head. "can you just tell me?"

"no, baby, i wasn't"

"this is the first time i've never believed you, baby. it's just too much like someone else's that you wouldn't smell at a store. did you see another guy?" rudy finally made eye contact with you and his eyes were glossy.

"are you crying?" you coo softly and hold his face, kissing his forehead. "baby it was a prank, i promise. look" you grabbed the little perfume bottle from under your pillow and rudy smiles, shaking his head and falling into your chest.

"that's not niiice" he whined, making you laugh and you leaned down to kiss his head. you grabbed your phone and he hid his face deeper into your chest when he saw the camera.

"i didn't come up with it, someone on tiktok did it and they tagged me in it to do to you" you brush your hand over his hair and kiss his temple, rudy laying in your lap.

"well then i blame then" he points to the camera and you laugh. "baby you need to change that hoodie, you stink" you laugh and rudy gets up, throwing you one of his hoodies. you put the camera down and take it off, then rudy sprays his cologne on you. "ahh, much better" he mumbles against your lips, making you giggle.

you end the video and wrap your arms around his head, then your leg around his waist and holding him close to you. "that prank was just too good to not pull on you"

"i didn’t like that prank, it was the first time i was ever insecure about our relationship. especially with that ring on your finger! it didn't even feel- oh my god you took your ring off!" he groaned and you giggled, putting it back on.

"added to the effect, i'm surprise you didn't see that first"

"i was kind of distracted by that ass smelling cologne to notice" rudy rolled his eyes and you laugh, kissing his cheek and holding his head. "i love you, baby"

"i love you more, rudy. so much. and i love only you" you held his cheeks and he looked back and forth in between your eyes. "never forget that, hm?"

"i'll never forget it, yn" rudy smiled and kisses you slowly, holding your waist and pressing his weight on top of you. you two spent the rest of the afternoon snuggled in bed, laughing as everyone's comments on your video after you posted it.

[brattata]

Windows

Crossposted from my AO3 account, if it seems familiar. Mature content below, so minors please DNI!

Joseph's been putting a lot of work into your real estate business, and it's really starting to pay off. You wanted to congratulate him by christening his fancy new desk in his fancy new office, but things don't go according to your plan.

Joseph Joestar x AFAB reader (no female pronouns used, but reader wears feminine clothing)

CW: Semi-public sex, exhibitionism/voyeurism, creampie, Joseph says “cunt” one (1) time 

“It’s impressive,” you admit, leaning in for an almost-kiss.

Instead of closing the distance, Joseph grabs your hands and pulls you up from the couch excitedly, leading you over to the far wall. “You haven’t seen the best part yet,” he teases. “Watch this.”

He reaches up to press a subtly disguised switch, and it becomes apparent that the “wall” is actually a massive floor-to-ceiling window, slowly revealed from behind the dark wood paneling.

“Wow,” you whisper, pressing your hand to the cool glass. Beyond it is the Manhattan skyline, breathtaking from 15 stories up. The brightness of the city obscures most of the stars, but the thousands of twinkling lights and glowing windows are beautiful in their own way. There are people behind some of those windows, you think – working late, or maybe enjoying time with their families. Maybe taking in the view with the person they love most, the way you are now.

Joseph hums a kiss into your hair, wrapping his arms around you from behind. His comforting weight against your back and impish smile reflected in the glass make you feel so warm inside, your heart could burst.

Until one of his hands slips beneath your skirt.

“JoJo!” you gasp, grabbing his wrist. “What are you doing?”

“Oh come on, don’t be coy!” he laughs. “The champagne, the perfume…that skirt, with no nylons underneath.” His smirk is undeniably sexy, but that only makes you more annoyed. “You didn’t come here for a tour of the new office.”

“No, I wanted to celebrate with you!” You pause. “In your new chair, or maybe on top of your new desk. But not in front of a window, Joseph!”

“Why not?” he asks, almost sounding genuinely perplexed.

“Someone could see!”

“Who?” he laughs again. “It’s late. No one’s watching. Even if they were, they would be too far away to see our faces.” Now he’s trailing kisses down the back of your neck, shameless as ever in exploiting your weaknesses. “And besides, I think you like an audience.”

“I-JoJo, what-,” you splutter, scandalized and yet burning at his accusation.

“I noticed last summer at Grandma Erina’s,” he replies, letting his lips brush against your nape. “When Smokey walked in on us. You remember, right?”

How could you forget? Even now, the memory has your insides twisting with a complicated emotion you can’t quite place. Like embarrassment but sharper, hotter. Exciting.

“I’d never seen you make that face before. Not to mention the way you held onto me…and well, held onto me.” Joseph pauses from tormenting your neck to flash you a dirty little grin. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since.”

“O-oh, Joseph, I’m. I don’t know,” you trail off. Immediately his chin comes to rest on top of your head, one arm draped around your shoulders and the other curling soothingly around your waist.

“I’ll do whatever you want me to, baby,” he murmurs. “I only want to make you feel good.”

You take a moment, studying your feelings and Joseph’s gentle (but hopeful) expression. Then you unfasten your skirt.

Immediately Joseph lets go of you with a little whoop and a fist pump before tearing into his shirt and tie.

“God, you’re lucky you’re handsome,” you scold him good-naturedly, giggling a bit at his childishness. You kick the skirt away, opting to leave your kitten heels on. Next comes your blouse, which you unbutton slowly for Joseph’s benefit. His shirt is gone, along with his belt. He palms himself lazily over unbuttoned pants, watching your fingers work.

“Don’t forget heroic, a genius, and—“ his bragging is cut short by a low whistle as your bra is revealed, a delicate little number formed of translucent lace. Once you let the blouse fall he can fully appreciate the matching panties, cupping your ass nicely but leaving very little to the imagination. “Baby, you did come dressed to celebrate.”

When you reach back to undo the bra clasp Joseph stops you, lips back on your neck and hands rubbing your shoulders. Instead you tug the cups down until your breasts spill out, earning you a hissed “Niiice” before his hands quickly replace the lace. The contrast is delicious – warm, calloused flesh on one side, smooth and cool metal on the other. Both options have your nipples pebbling almost instantly, Joseph kneading your tits with reverence as if this is a rare treat rather than something he gets to do almost every day.

It is kind of a special occasion.

Before long his right hand drifts down your stomach, slipping deftly into your underwear. You’re so slick he can barely keep a finger on your clit, forcing a whine from you and a low groan from him. “Holy shit, you’re wet! The thought of putting on a show for some strangers gets you this worked up?”

“N-no, I’m excited for you, JoJo,” you coo, hips undulating along with his fingers. “It feels so good when you touch me.”

“Hmm, seems like I barely need to touch you at all,” he replies, back to his smug grin. With little warning he slips one finger inside you, then two, then three. There’s the tiniest sting, but you take them all easily. “See? You’re already ready for me.” It’s hard to argue when his strong, thick fingers are knuckle deep inside you and your pussy is still aching for more. “Since you want it so badly, guess it’s time to stop playing around and have some real fun.” The fingers are gone. “Bend over, baby.”

With a shaky sigh you do as you’re told, bracing your hands against the window and sliding your legs apart. You can’t resist wiggling your hips a little, asking for a playful swat from Joseph’s right hand. His left hand is suddenly gripping your ass, thumb spreading your lower lips open even wider and sweeping the gusset of your panties aside. You hear a zipper and rustling fabric, but instead of his cock, it’s a puff of warm air that caresses your pussy, followed by a firm stroke of his tongue.

“Oh, fuck!” you wail, leaning your forehead against the glass.

“Not until you beg for it, my love,” Joseph chuckles. “I can eat this sweet pussy all night! Make you come until you’re crying for my cock!”

“JoJo!” you moan, desperately. You want to ask what’s gotten into him, but he’s sucking hard on your clit and you can barely hold a thought. He’s always been vocal during sex, but his babbling is usually sweet, not this demanding or…filthy. You love your adorably enthusiastic Joseph, but this version is also thrilling, and it makes you wonder if you’re not the only one excited by imagining eyes on the other side of the window. He’s slurping your pussy so loudly you know it’s deliberate, groaning like you’re the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted.

And for another reason, you realize, when you look at your reflections and see him vigorously stroking his cock. It’s the sight that carries you over the edge: Joseph kneeling with his face buried between your legs, so turned on that he can’t help but touch himself. You come with a strangled squeal, and Joseph gives your clit an affectionate peck as if to say “good job.” He’s gripping the base of his cock so hard it looks painful.

“Fuck me, JoJo,” you gasp. “Please, please fuck me.”

“Whatever you want, baby.”

You rest for a bit against the window while Joseph stands and adjusts his grip on your hips. Now there are two thumbs spreading you open completely, which you might protest as embarrassing if you weren’t turned on beyond all pretense. You suck in a breath when the head of his cock finally kisses your opening, only for him to stop before taking the plunge.

“Look at that. It’s show time after all.” Blearily, you lift your head to see a silhouette in one of the windows in the office building across from you. Whoever it is has dimmed their lights so you can’t see much other than a vague shape, but it’s easy to imagine a strange pair of eyes staring into yours as Joseph sinks deep with one thrust.

The sudden stretch and the arousal have you coming again, softly this time, an aftershock of the pleasure you got from Joseph’s tongue. He leans his weight against your ass and holds still, luxuriating in the way you ripple around him, like you want him even deeper. “Fuck, this is good! We should’ve done this sooner!”

“Yeah,” you agree dreamily, grinding back against Joseph while you wait for him to move. He pulls back and thrusts hard, making your palms squeak against the glass.

“Maybe-“ he grunts, “maybe we should try it again on Monday morning. I’ll brace you against the doorway of my office, just like this, and we can show everyone that sexy face you’re making. Show them how hard I make you come.”

“But I don’t want them to see,” you murmur back. “Those things, I only want to show them to you, JoJo.”

“S-shit,” he gasps. “Fuck, you’re so hot. So beautiful!” He has a hand around your breast again, lips, tongue, and teeth trailing across your neck and shoulders just the way you like. He presses his face next to yours and gently tilts your chin up, making you look out the window again. “It looks like our new friend agrees.”

Across from you, the silhouette’s arm is moving back and forth. You can’t really see what’s happening, but you know.

“You’re so sexy, you’ve got him jerking off in the middle of his office,” Joseph laughs breathily. He slips two fingers between your parted lips, stroking your tongue in time with his thrusts. “Who could blame him? Watching those gorgeous tits bouncing above that pretty lace. Imagining his cock is the one pounding out your hot little cunt.”

You stiffen up a bit at the vulgarity and Joseph kisses your temple, asking with his eyes if what he said was okay. “Yes, yes, fuck,” you moan around his fingers, bracing against the glass to shove yourself into his cock, demanding deeper, harder, more. Joseph tilts his head to kiss you hungrily. His wet fingers go straight to your clit where they rub and pinch until you’re whimpering into his mouth, near tears.

“He can’t even hear how wet you are,” Joseph continues. “So wet you’re dripping all over the nice new carpet.”

You laugh a little at that. “As if you’re not desperate to make an even bigger mess, JoJo,” you tease back, lips touching as you pant into each other’s mouths. “Will you clean me up, baby? After you make a mess of me?”

“Fuck yes,” Joseph groans. “I’ll do anything, anything!”

“Come for me. Come inside me. I need it so badly, JoJo.” Whether it’s a plea or a command, Joseph can’t help but obey. He presses his face between your shoulder blades and one lightly Hamon-charged fingertip to your clit, and you’re thrown off the cliff of a breathless, whiteout orgasm. It feels like every muscle in your body is clenching for Joseph’s cock. He’s scorching hot and huge inside you as he fills you up, and you wring him for every last drop. He slowly pulls out and helps you right yourself, turning your back to the window as he leans down for a kiss.

“That was amazing. I love you.” Before you can return the words he’s already sinking to his knees, nudging your legs apart so he can fit between them.

“Joseph, I’m tired,” you demur, stroking his sweaty bangs away from his forehead.

“But I still need to clean up,” he insists. When he grins at you like that, you can’t say no. “I’ll go slow, baby, I promise.”

He starts with your inner thighs, looking very pleased with himself when he gets a few giggles out of you from the ticklish sensation. When his mouth finally reaches your center it is slow and soothing. He’s not trying to force another orgasm from you – just enjoying you, caring for you, showing his love. You don’t come by the time he’s finished, but you don’t need to. You just want him to hold you, so he does.

When you reach the couch he plops down on it, keeping you cradled in his lap. He takes off both of your shoes and stretches out on his back (as much as he can), draping you across his front. He’s warm, and you can feel his heartbeat beneath your cheek, and even though you know you’re going to be ungodly sore tomorrow, right now everything feels perfect.

“Thank you,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to the center of his chest.

“Anytime, baby,” he chuckles warmly. He smiles up at you, looking happy but not as content as you feel.

“Is everything okay?” you ask, a little worried. “It was good for you, wasn't it? Not…weird?”

“Of course, it was great for me! Don’t look at me like that!” He reaches for your cheek, rubbing at the corner of your frown. “I was just, ah,” he clears his throat, adjusting your position so that you’re more beside him than on top of him. On the way down, your leg brushes what is unmistakably a semi-erection already straining against his briefs. “I was just thinking about what you said earlier, about ‘celebrating’ on my desk.”

“Absolutely not,” you groan, nuzzling against his shoulder, eyes already closed.

“Your next line is: ‘Maybe tomorrow, JoJo!’”

“Nice try.”

[jamestrmtx]

Fairytale Complex - [Undertale | Sans x Reader]

[Gender Neutral, Frisk's Parent Reader | Slow Burn]

Chapter Twenty | Ooo I Ooo I Ooo I Ooo I (Part 2 of 2 | His POV) [First] | [Previous] | [Next]

Song Referenced

• • •

did he give you an exact date?

Unfortunately, no.

At first, I had at least until the end of the year, but…

CPS wants this resolved quicker than he thought.

guessin' you need to finish tourin' the underground first then, right?

Yes.

Would it be possible the day after tomorrow?

Or just… sometime this weekend?

I can go by myself, but…

Asgore won't allow that unless I'm with someone else.

Says I shouldn't be walking so far and so long alone if I haven't recovered yet.

you don't need to go alone, either way.

be it my job or not, I still wanna help out.

so the day after tomorrow's fine with me, bud.

we can discuss those details better when we drive over to tori's school tomorrow.

Are you sure?

And…

Does that 'we' imply you'll be picking us up?

100%

but yeah, i'll drive you guys there.

and pick up paps on the way, too.

it's easier for all four of us.

Mhm.

don't believe me?

Oh, I believe you.

I just don't think that's the only reason why you're picking us up, when I already have the address.

so what's the other one?

Don't get cocky, Serif.

I'm not gonna type that out.

It's a godsend Frisk will be with us, too.

'Cause I sure don't trust being alone with you anymore.

inna bad way?

Nah.

niiice.

pick you guys up tomorrow, then?

Yes.

We'll see you tomorrow.

And thank you in advance.

∆ Sticker | Happy Cartoon Bunny™ waving goodbye ∆

"You've changed, Sans."

He ignores that comment to view (Y/N)'s last two messages again.

While he doesn't know why that particular sticker bothers his mind so much, a few scrolls up to revise his chat history with the human reveal this is the first time they've shown any sort of informality or spontaneity in their typing. (Y/N) came off cold in their texts, though -- based on how they acted outside of a chat app -- that wasn't their intention, but more of an automatic way for them to talk with someone they didn't exactly deem trustworthy enough yet. He grins at that thought and feels his face warm up, something he confirms when touching his cheekbone, cold palm contrasting with that heat.

"You're wasting your time with that human," Drunk Bun says, snapping him out of his daydreaming.

They've sat themselves on the bar stool next to him and slam what looks like their tenth can of cheap, off-brand beer against the counter, crunching it down into more than half its size. He doesn't know how long they've stood there or why he's lost this much awareness of his surroundings. The bar's practically empty and calm now compared to before, though there's loud music blaring from the jukebox, playing an already overplayed song on repeat. There's no excuse for his distracted mind other than having lost himself while texting with the human, so he admits that fault with partial sourness, against accepting he's that smitten with them.

"You're changing for the worse," his company adds, narrowing their eyes at him. "Every time we come here to catch up, you mention something stupid about that (L/N) person, or just text the whole evening away with them. I... I've never seen you worry so much about someone so inconsequential." They scoff and cross their arms tight. "I may understand you caring after Frisk as a way to repay them for rescuing us, but (L/N) is completely useless. They've done absolutely nothing remarkable beyond creating a huge scene at that bus you were both on."

"Being harassed by a rando and faintin' after's them causin' a scene?" Sans asks, quirking an eye socket.

"Oh, screw off, bone boy -- You know what I mean. They've brought you nothing but trouble and needless responsibilities!" The bunny grits their teeth and slams their hand over the table, dragging eyes to their side. "I'm betting you can't go a day without texting them or without you doing something for them."

"You need to-"

Beep-beep.

The phone is snatched from his hands just as quick as that noise rings.

"Give that back."

"No." They keep the phone right above him, taking advantage of his shorter height. "Your fault for not putting a lock on it."

Drunk Bun scoots away and holds the phone tight as they fumble with it. Then, they stop to look at what he assumes is another text message from the human. A grimace shows on their face and they grasp the device tight, enough to make the screen complain and warn them over the pressure they're exerting against it. "Now this is beyond pathetic, Sans," they comment, letting out a loud, burst laugh. "Is this seriously the one you're sacrificing your entire personality for?" They give him his phone back, though not before hesitating when it's time to let go. "That human is-"

"Gimme a sec."

His attention falls on the picture displayed on screen, revealing (Y/N) and Frisk posing in it. The adult wears a suit and tie while the child has Toriel's school uniform on. The former's pose appears forced and awkward while the latter seems to be the reason the picture was taken with how excited they seem about their outfit.

Frisk wanted me to show you this.

It's what we'll be wearing for tomorrow!

There's a three-minute interval between that and the next message.

I know classes still haven't started there, but… They wanted to wear it, so I joined them by trying on something special for, well…

That job offer you told me about.

I don't know if I'll accept or not yet, but…

Thank you for the opportunity, and for believing in me.

∆ Sticker | Happy Cartoon Bunny™ giving a thumbs-up ∆

"You're grossing me out, honestly. What kind of look is that?"

It takes him a while to react, focus glued on (Y/N)'s messages.

"What look?"

"That lovesick look on your face." Tears form on their eyes -- almost abruptly, hadn't their voice shaken right before that. "I- I've been flirting with you for years, and yet you've never once looked at me like that before." They stand up straight, stare down at him, and rest their hands on the table, blinking their tears away throughout. "I've known you for so damn long, and yet you fall for the first human you see up here? I-"

"So that's what this's about," he says, chuckling. "You're-"

"Don't you dare brush everything off as me having a crush on you, Sans." They hiss. "You're not the same as before, and that's as clear as day. You worry a lot more now, and… And you actually seem to care more about other stuff beyond your job and sleeping on it. Y- You-"

"Aren't those good things?"

"Maybe, but your entire personality changing isn't. I liked you better when you were less worked up with stuff that's none of your business." They stop to grab his phone again; a grin breaks the sorrow on their face. "But hey, y- you're just doing your job, aren't you? You should set things straight with that human and remind them you're only with them because Asgore told you to in that agreement letter you gave them."

"Won't work if I flirted with 'em first. Pretty sure they'll see right through my lies."

"Y- You flirted with them first?!"

"Yeah."

He dodges a punch aimed right at his face.

"Wait-"

They throw a second punch -- this one turning out to be a spoof -- and laugh at the sight of him falling for it; they then toss the phone high over his head after he's finished dodging that fake attack, and aim yet another punch right after.

He salvages the device, though at the cost of taking the blow right on his left eye socket.

"How can you admit that so easily? You're awful!"

"'Cause you're only a close friend. I don't owe you an explanation about who I'm dating, and even less if you're gonna be actin' this way."

Drunk Bun springs at him, only to be held back by the rest of the regulars sitting near the scene, sufficiently fast enough for them not to wrangle Sans in anything major. They struggle and thrash at everyone around, trying to break free, but failing each time. It takes a fully-armored guard dog and a buff bear for them to be fought back into their rightful place, and yet another strong monster for them to let go of a wine bottle they insist on downing when seated.

Grillby intervenes as well by warning them to calm down, unless they want to be kicked out. Meanwhile, Sans turns on the camera and looks at his reflection through it, revealing a faint soreness already forming around his eye socket -- right where his companion had punched at. Being primarily made out of bones brought advantages, but having magical properties often led to him bruising easily.

Another regular approaches him and offers him a first aid kit, one he brings back to his seat to heal himself there.

While he takes out an antibiotic and some cotton pads with one hand, he uses the other to busy himself with (L/N)'s messages, against leaving them on read for so long.

no probs.

here at your service.

frisk looks great, btw.

and you? hot. 😘🔥

awkwardly hot.

hotwkward.

Frisk is reading the replies, you know?

damn.

i mean…

darn.

don't tell 'em i said that.

∆ Audio | 0:46 ∆

He clicks on it to hear Frisk giggling along with (Y/N) commenting they won't. It later continues with them asking if he's alright, specifying what they mean by highlighting a picture, this one sent by him. Blurriness makes up most of it when he clicks on it and zooms in, yet he can identify what looks like his companion from earlier, who'd apparently snapped and sent the human a photo by accident.

that's a friend o' mine.

they're, uh, kinda tipsy, so they got inna fight with me.

Really?

Are you okay?

yeah, just a lil' sore where they punched at.

What?!

i'm fine, puddin'.

dw about it.

Where's that bar at?

I'm near the mall, so I can drop by if you need anything.

aren't you still shoppin'?

take it easy.

I'm almost done.

Just trying out one more outfit.

can I see?

👀

Sure.

∆ Attachment | 2 images ∆

To his surprise, they're not only posing much more freely now, but they've also made the effort to strike another pose from a different angle. The human's outfit is composed of a dark green, semi-formal (suit/dress), fit for a night out. They've gone as far as to edit a wink emoji and some hearts at the corner of one -- the most flirty of the two.

So...

What do you think?

*jaw drops to floor, irises pop out of sockets accompanied by trumpets, soul beats out of rib cage, awooga awooga sound effect, pulls chain on train whistle that has appeared next to head as steam blows out, slams fists on table, rattling any plates, bowls or silverware, whistles loudly, fireworks shoot from top of head, pants loudly as tongue hangs out of teeth, wipes comically large bead of sweat from forehead, clears throat, straightens jacket, combs skull* ahem, you look real lovely.

*bwushes* Thank uwu kindwy, handswome. I'm vewy fwattewed.

...frisk ain't there anymore, right?

If they wewe, duwu uwu twhink I'd be twyping wike thiws?

faiw poiwnt.

Anyway…

I noticed the changes you made in that copy-paste, and…

You didn't edit the tongue part out.

So…

What that tongue do, baby?

😳

…lick…

...ice cream.

🔥🔥🔥

Ah, that's hot.

Or should I say cold?

And speaking of cold…

I'm gonna get you an ice pack or something.

You should take care of where it's sore, if you don't want it to bruise more.

whatta way to change the subject away from our moment, puddin'.

but uh, thanks in advance.

Anytime, teddy bear.

uwu

owo

• • •

"Am I really changin', Grillbs?" Sans asks, emptying his beer in three long gulps. "Be honest with me."

The one questioned takes the empty can from his hands and shakes his head in what looks more like disapproval rather than him answering that question. He first warns the skeleton about getting drunk, and reminds him to stay sober if he wants an answer as well as prevent himself from drunk-texting the source of his lovelorn self. When receiving a promise from him in response, he later answers with a 'no' and that he's still the same whenever he came to visit the bar.

"So I'm only different when I'm talkin' about 'em?"

Grillby nods.

"Inna bad way?"

He shakes his head.

"Then…"

Sans is stopped with a hand over his and faced with a stern look, despite the owner of it having no eyes or mouth.

"If they make you happy, then it's alright for you to show it," a regular states, intervening in the conversation. "You're not a lifeless machine. And nobody's one-dimensional either, so you shouldn't force yourself to act the same, strict way all the time. If you want to be all mushy with that human, then so be it. Aren't you the one who always says stuff like 'nothing really matters; in the end, we'll all die'? What's stopping you now of all times? Where's that hardcore nihilist I've known since years ago?

Sans rubs the back of his neck and huffs.

Clearly, neither the regular nor Grillby understood what he truly meant to say with his questions. He didn't mind his relationship with the human, but he also didn't want his old self to be replaced by someone he wasn't, as a result. There were things he didn't want to change about his old self -- things he feared would fade away now that he seemed to be getting into something as complex as a romantic relationship. There were parts of him he needed to keep in case the world were to start over again -- in case something went wrong. He couldn't allow himself to grow soft.

A pat on his shoulder lets him know he's lost himself in those thoughts.

"It's alright to fear change, but don't let that hold you back. If you like that human and they do, too -- Then what's there keeping you from going for it?"

It's not that easy.

Still, he keeps that thought quiet and replies with, "Thanks, but I'll probably have to give that more ti-"

The door of the bar opens to reveal someone new to it, but not so much unknown to Sans, who already finds himself distracted by them. (Y/N) stands in front of the entrance, looking this way and that. Frisk holds on to their hand, while a reusable shopping bag's hung over their parent's arm; a pharmacy's logo and name can be seen stamped on it. The eldest human approaches the area with caution, until their child assures them -- once, twice, and then thrice -- they've been to this place before and that it serves other purposes beyond that of providing alcohol and provoking fights. When they look forward, he meets their eyes and tries to glance away quickly, only to be called out by them soon after. They don't take long to smile wide and bright, wave, and -- finally -- approach his side after he waves back at them.

Rather than giving him whatever's in the bag, they instead let go of Frisk's hand, ask them if they want anything to eat, and give them some money when they sign the word 'fries'. Then, they sit on the stool next to his and settle the bag on their lap. "Come closer, and close your eye sockets," they say, still smiling. "It's your left one, right? It looks really sore already."

He nods and tries to ignore the warmth in his soul when they place a hand over his.

In his favour, they let go of him not long after to disinfect their hands and slip some gloves on when these dry out.

"I-"

"Shh."

(Y/N) holds his chin with their hand and grazes their fingers against his injury, their touch slow and careful as they apply some antibiotic over and around it. They then slide an eye patch on him and assumedly check around for any more bruises, based on the feeling of their hands grazing against his torso, arms, and neck. "The ice pack's in the bag -- Remember to throw it in the freezer when you get home." They touch his chest again, even more gentle this time. "So..." He notices some hesitance when they pull their hand back. "You're not hurt anywhere else?"

He shakes his head, words caught in his throat.

"Alright, but don't look yet."

Doing as told, Sans waits for whatever comes next. He stays still and stiff, until he feels their lips brush close to his eye socket, where they lay a soft, ticklish kiss at. They do the same with his other one and finish it off by kissing his nose cavity.

"Now you can."

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🌋🔥💥 ANNOYING NOTICE TIME 💥🔥🌋

So, here's a summary of all the events happening this month, which will affect Fairytale Complex's update schedule in various ways:

1. I will be rewriting all my other fics that aren't FaiCom, since I'm pretty darn happy and proud of the new writing style I've developed with this fanfic, and so I want to implement it into my older stories (with the exception of the Tom Nook x Reader one -- I'm rewriting that one despite being recent because it started off as a wild, 3 am energy project after finishing with finals, but then I actually had way more fun than I originally anticipated, so I'll be turning it into a long fic just like this one, lol). This means FaiCom will be taking a short, 1 to 2 week break after Arc 2 (Chapter 25) ends, to dedicate some time to all 4 of these stories.

2. I'm taking extracurricular classes/hobby workshops this summer, so I need to tweak my schedule again. This means FaiCom will be changing its schedule back to the old one, composed of weekly updates on Mondays, Wednesdays, and/or Fridays.

3. As mentioned previously, Pride Month is here, so I'll be making some one-shots and drabbles related to it, meaning updates might be slightly less frequent this month. BUT, a good majority of them are FaiCom related ones (and they will be posted on a different book to avoid conflicting with regular updates, too). More on that later on!

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[lemonsandstrawberries]

Favorite Person

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony)

summary: Tony comes back from a business trips and Steve welcomes his favorite person back home. Or so it seems.

length: 802 words

a/n: this is short and sweet and about my favorite thing - I kinda don’t have more to add here ;D hope you like it, feedback, reblogs and likes are appreciated and needed!

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Favorite Person

"Steve! I am back!"

"Hi!"

Tony waited two weeks for this. The excited way, Steve immediately jumped off the couch and rushed in his direction, looking like an oversized Labrador puppy. Leaving for business trips was hard, but coming back when he was having such a warm welcome, was so much sweeter.

"I am glad you're home!" Steve kept smiling sunnily and all kinds of emotions washed over Tony. Steve really missed him. And Tony did miss Steve too, but he had a reputation to uphold. 

"Aw, I missed you too - " Tony's voice stopped when instead of the anticipated kiss, Steve dropped on his knees and held Tony around thighs, burying his face into Tony's stomach. "What the - Steheheve!" Tony giggled when Steve's nose brushed all over the soft material of his shirt.

"I missed you so so much," Steve cooed, pressing his cheek into his boyfriend’s belly. "I prepared all delicious treats for you. Who knows what they were feeding you in that horrible hotel in France."

"Steve, the heck - " Tony laughed, observing the ridiculous situation. It felt absurd, but Tony couldn't stop laughing.

"Shh, Tony, I am having a moment here," Steve shushed his boyfriend, focusing on the mentioned boyfriend's belly instead. Tony snorted, knowing that Steve had a thing for his stomach and allowing the situation to develop, curious where it would lead them.

"My nights were so cold without you," Steve admitted to the belly, and Tony rolled his eyes playfully, knowing that Steve meant the evenings when Steve liked to lie sideways in bed and use his stomach as his special pillow. Truth to be told, Tony enjoyed those moments too. It was comforting and Tony was ready for that routine to resume. "Are you still in good shape?"

"HYP!" Tony jumped when Steve used his thumb and index finger to knead around the middle of his stomach, catching the skin with light pinches. "HEHEHEY!"

"Shhh, I am checking," Steve said thoughtfully, not bothered by his boyfriend's laughed out protest and squirming. "Seems a bit smaller," Steve mused out, using one hand to test all the soft spots on the trembling belly and kneading Tony's left side. 

"Oh ahahahaha stahaap!"

"We will work on it," Steve said with a smile, still addressing Tony's stomach directly, watching his fingers pressing on the material, prodding the skin underneath, and watching it jump back. "I have some niiice chocolate brownies for you. And chocolate syrup. For later," Steve said in a low murmur, finding Tony's outie under the material and gliding his finger pad over the small nub, softly rubbing it.

"HIHIHIHI!" Tony was laughing his heart out, the examination driving him crazy. Steve even went as far as to lift his shirt and kiss and nibble over his stomach, luckily for Tony's ticklish skin, just very briefly, only to give some extra attention to his favorite belly.

"You will get more of this later," Steve promised, leaving a last kiss under the belly button and standing up. Tony wobbled when the hold on his legs was gone, but he quickly regained his balance when for a change, Steve framed his face.

"Welcome home, babe," Steve smiled lovingly and finally gave some proper attention to his boyfriend and kissed Tony's smiling lips. It was a nice kiss, sweet and pure, but way shorter than how Tony imagined after two weeks of not seeing each other.

"Wow, that's it?" Tony snarked, getting some of his breath back, looking scoldingly at Steve's grinning face, "that's all I get?"

Steve laughed, wrapping his arm around Tony's waist and guiding him into the kitchen. "Jealous? Let’s go eat, you must be starving."

Of course, when Steve seemed to pay attention to him, he still was just thinking about Tony's stomach. 

"You love me only for my stomach, isn't it?" Tony asked, half-joking, half-serious.

"Oh, not only for that," Steve said in a low murmur and Tony squeaked when Steve slid his hand lower and squeezed Tony's butt, digging all fingers in. "And after you eat and rest, I will give you and your whole body all the attention it deserves."

Since Steve put it like that...

"How about we skip eating?"

It was like Steve just waited for that and effortlessly threw laughing Tony over his shoulder, changing the direction and going straight to their bedroom. Tony already felt all excited but there was one thing that didn't want to leave him alone.

"Ah! Wait, Steve!"

"What?" Steve stopped, sounding a bit impatient. Tony grinned, hearing the hunger in his boyfriend's voice.

"My stomach kinda demands those brownies first."

Steve sighed dramatically, even if he expected such a turn of events, and changed direction, carrying Tony into the kitchen. Call it a weakness, but Steve couldn't deny his favorite belly and favorite person anything. 

[m0nstrousneeds-a]

        𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑      𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘      ———      little   character   things.

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐒.

ruby red

silver

grey

black

green

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒.

midnight pomegranate body wash / spray from b&bw

spiced plum

pumpkin spice candles

marijuana

marlboro menthol cigarettes

shea butter shampoo / conditioner 

𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒.

choker necklace

black doc martens

macbook

backpack covered in patches

a stack of journals

video camera

headphones

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒.

taxidermy frogs and mushrooms littering a small shelf.

the munsters playing in the background of a comfortable, candle lit living room.

the scream track of an old horror movie.

a tabletop covered with makeup brushes and palettes. 

foggy cemetery mornings.

searching the night sky with a flashlight, the sound of massive wings in the distance.

halloween time in your favorite movie; the streets lined with pumpkins, children dressed as monsters and witches. soft yellow lighting and quirky music.

music emanating from a pair of headphones in a dead silent library.

dried roses hanging upside down in front of a window.

wearing the same band shirts you wore when you were in high school no matter how beaten up and raggedy they get. 

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒.

loop - bl/oodho/unds on my trail

i’m not okay (i promise) - M/C/R

helena - M/c/R

pictures of you - the cu/re

devil - week/night

head like a hole - NIN

enjoy the silence - depe.che mo.de

the killing moon - ec/ho & the bunn/ymen

love in a trashcan - the rav/eonettes 

you’re so dark - arct/ic mo/nkeys

beetlejuice chill - life after youth

love handelz - niiice

killer - phe/obe bridg/ers

[missamyrisa2]

miss amy, what would you do to tease a shy girl with very sensitive buttons who wants to know if she could cum just from tickling them?

Hmmmss~ I do believe I would scoot behind you my darling sweetie girly girl, chuckling knowingly as I playfully glide my fingers under your top. Ooh yes, look at this ticklish cute belly. Do you have a lovely giggle button? It's okay, relax my sugardoll, you can giggle it all out here. Or squeak, or snort. Whatever you'd like as I glide my nails along your twitchy skin and explore this adorable little button. I'll just guide you through all these gentle touches as I chuckle in your ears and nuzzle your neck gently. That's my fingers spidering up around your tummy and sides, now just my nails exploring up to your riiiibs ~ and mmmh. Why, you have a pair of adorable buttons right up here don't you? I love your belly giggle button but I think your royal girly buttons are even cuter ~ Tickle tickle blushy boo, you can giggle it all out. Wiggle all you like too~ I'll tickle you all the way through, yes my darling. My fingers love your buttons, oh yes they do. Adorable little curves up here, some niiice tickle spots in your underboob too and ooh ~ I think your sideboobs are ticklish ~ and now we circle around and around those buttons ~<3 Mmmhmm. Coochie coo my giggly angel. You're so sweet and adorable like this, all blushy and bashful. Awww, does it feel good?

This top is cute, but~ wouldn't it be nicer if~ there we go, up, up, up it goes my giggly butterfly, and now we just toss it over here. There we are~ and I'll let you feel the softness of my silky top grazing your naked back while I lean in to whisper and coo in your ear. My fingers are gliding up your naked ribs my bashful betty ~ my embarrassed Ember ~ you're such a meek Melanie you shy Shelley~! And let's seeee where are those buttons ~ mmmhhmm ~ one button here, tickle tickle ~ and oooh, ahhhh~ you have two girly ticklish buttons don't you? Do we need a recount? Let's make sure ~ gotta be sure now. And we'll need a nice gently graspy giggly inspection too, so I'll just take my fingers and swirl around the mound and then hold each of these lil regal nubs. Let's see now~ One ticklish button ~ two ticklish buttons! Need another recount? Onneeee ticklish button ~ twoooo ticklish buttons! How about a third opinion? Maybe a fourth? We need sooo many hand recounts mmmmhmm~

Oooh? Oh my gooodness? Are you begging and pleading and wanting so much loves but you just can't get the words out because you're so adorably ticklish and you love your tickles and your Amy and you just can't stop wiggling huh? Let's get my legs over yours then. Ahh yes, you can bounce and wriggle and writhe allll you like my coy catherine, I'm gonna tickle you all the way through. Just liiiiitle touchy toos on your tatas ~ why it's only little droplets of rain on your sweet chest now, little pokies and strokies and there we gooo gentle massagies ~ and why yes, that is a makeup brush caressing your nub now~ we'll get these cute girli buttons all pampered and sweet. Hold still now, this miiight tickle. I'll just hold you like this and thereee we can dust each button oh yes we can ~ Don't you love how cute and girly and tickly makeup brushes are? This is a blush brush, a blushy brush brush for my blushing beauty. Are you my blushing beauty? Come on, say you're my blushing Belle ~ say it through those silly giggles or I'm gonna tickle you more ~ No? I'll get you to say it rosy Rosie ~

Aww, my sweet dilly dolly~ were the tickles so much? Did you get all fuzzy? You didn't even seem to notice I laid you back and now you're all mine ~ mmmhmm ~ now I can realllly inspect these blushy giggle buttons ~ I'm gonna hold them and you can wriggle and squiggle because now I'm gonna mmmmmmuahh ~ sweet soft brushy kissies for these stiff lil buttons~! mmmmuah muah muah~ kissy coooo~ awww look at how much your sweet royal girl buttons love this!~ And they're getting so purpley pinky ~ how adorable, how sweet how utterly cuuuute~ let's try the tongue~ can the tongue do it? Light soft loving tickles swirling sweetly over your buttony areas and then riiiight to the tips! mmmhmmm and kissies and lil raspberries for them tooo~ and then it's the palmies~! Oh, you don't know what palmies are? Why my sweet stephanie, that's where your buttons are ever so swollen and cutely standing at attention and wanting ~ and I hover my palms over them with these barely there lil grazing tickles. See, the texture of my soft palms and the lines are so perfect for a featherlight massage because they contour around your amazingly beautiful bashful buttons! Aww ~ can the tickles do it? Can they do it? Let's find out ~ Let's seeeee if we can tickle your girly buttons allll the way through to a lovely ticklegasm~

[ongaku-ato-kakikomi]

Tiptoeing In Death (2)

This is a series. Please check the Masterlist to read the chapters in order.

Masterlist.

You stop in the middle of your bedroom’s entrance when you see one of the stupid jock ghost looking around your room, though you rapidly shake your head and continue your way in like you haven’t seen him. Luckily for you, he seemed to have been too engulfed into looking at some of your sketches on the walls to notice anything, the boy almost like he’s admiring them. 

He jumps up when you open your closet’s door, seeing his head turning towards you from the corner of your eyes. He doesn’t seem to do much more than what he was doing before you came in, but you tense up when you hear a chuckle as soon as you pick out some pajamas. 

“I’m getting a show already? Niiice...”

Feeling more than disgusted, you decide to not do the initial plan of changing in here and instead walk out of the room, clutching the fabric of your pajamas in your right hand while you get towards the bathroom.

“Hey, wait! Where you’re going?” You obviously don’t answer, simply grinding your teeth as you continue your way. “Ooooh, I get it. A shower, huh? Even better!”

‘For fuck sake, how did Veronica managed to get two of these idiots attached to her?’

Sadly, this isn’t the first time one pervy ghost tried to take a peek at your naked body… and so after a lot of research in weird books you’ve found in old libraries and a few tests with the help of Andrew, you found a symbol that can block the passage to a room from a ghost. So… now… there’s a giant symbol drawn onto the bathroom door along with one on the bathroom blinds, which means that you can do your hygienic stuff in peace.

You can’t quite stop the proud smirk gracing your lips when you lock the door behind you, your grin stretching out as soon as you hear the loud complaints from the ghost boy getting muffled by the door.

“What the- Why can’t I get through!? Kurt, I can’t get through!”

“I already told you, Ram. You can’t just try to walk through the door, you have to concentrate-”

“I fucking know that, but it’s not working!”

“Will you two just shut the fuck up!?”

“Mind your own business, Heather!”

Good. Now you know all their names: JD, Kurt, Ram, and Heather. No last names yet, but then again, you almost never learn those. If you wanna know more about why these ghosts are following Veronica around, you must wait for her to share her story with you…

… if she ever wants to share her story with you.

You quickly change in your pajamas while they’re fighting right outside the door, taking the opportunity soon after to brush your teeth in front of the sink. Once you’re finally done, silent enraptured the atmosphere all around, your head slowly turning towards the door.

They’re all gone now… right?

You give out a yawn just as you open the door, having to suppress a scream when you notice JD standing right on the side. He stares at you with it blank white eye, the blood splatter on his head looking worse than before. You blink rapidly and rub your eyes while you pass by him, acting as if you just had a brain freeze because of how tired you are. You don’t even give him a side look; that guy seems to be the smartest of them, you can’t risk giving him any hints that you can see him.

You feel a chill run down your spine when you hear him follow you, feeling his glare piercing through your back as if he wants you to die right there. From what you can tell, JD is a ghost with a lot of suppressed anger in him, using that anger to push anyone who might get close to Veronica away. At least, he’s angry enough to want you to disappear, even though you literally just met her today.

You scream when the phone suddenly starts ringing, putting a hand on your rapidly beating heart to try and calm it once you realize that there’s no danger. You walk towards the phone with JD close to your trails, almost trembling as you pick it up.

“Hello?”

“Honey, hi! How did it go? Has Veronica moved in?” 

You give out a fond smile at the sound of your mother’s voice. “Hi, mom. Yeah, she moved in today. She seems nice.”

“Oh, I’m glad! I was afraid we might have picked someone dangerous to live with you-”

“Well, anyone can be dangerous.” You take a few strands of hair out of your face, watching JD’s reflection in the window in front of you. “Isn’t that what you taught me?

“Yes, yes, you’re right… but she had quite the traumatic history, so I just wondered…”

“Mom, what happened to her is none of my business. You’re not supposed to tell me anything, remember?” 

“Yeah, she’ll tell you if she wants to, I know.” 

You tense up when he approaches his face to yours, probably trying to hear your mother’s voice better. “Mom, it’s late. I’m gonna head to bed. Kiss dad goodnight for me?”

“Of course, sweetheart. Have nice dreams.”

 “You too, mom.” 

She hangs up before you, your hand gently putting the handle back to its place before you walk back towards where your room is. Lucky for you, JD doesn’t follow you in and simply watches you from afar with a deathly glare, the boy still looking towards your form even after you close the door behind you.

Tonight might be a long night.

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The next day, you open your eyes to see none other than Andrew’s face right in front of you, the little drowned kid having watched you sleep with wide-opened eyes all night.

“... Hi.”

He blinks a few times, a grin forming onto his lips. “Hi.”

“You know that watching me sleep is extremely creepy, right?”

His grin stretches out. “Huh-huh.”

“I mean, you might be my best friend… but I would like you to not do that in the future.”

He rolls his eyes at you just as you sit up, stretching your arms up in the air while yawning. “Sure… but only once those ghosts will be completely gone. Someone needs to protect you while you’re unconscious.”

You quirk an eyebrow at him after you stand up. “Well, how nice of you.” 

“Complain all you want, but you know I’m right.” He turns around when you walk towards your closet, waiting for you to change. “If those guys know that you can see them, you know you’ll be in danger.”

“I know.” 

“I mean, you remember what happened last time, huh? You almost died-”

“I know.”

“And then we had to seek that old woman to know about a ritual-”

“Andrew… I know.” You send his back of his head a look just as you finish changing, brushing your hair with your hands to try and tie it to a ponytail. “I learned my lesson, we’re not gonna repeat that story again.”

“Of course you won’t, I won’t let you.” He turns around after you finish putting your hair in a ponytail, a frown settled on his face. “Which is why I will stay with you today.”

You stay silent for a while, then give out a sigh. “You know that’s just gonna make them suspicious of me, right?”

“I don’t care.”

“They’re gonna see a drowned ten-year-old boy follow me around all day, they’re gonna wonder if I didn’t kill you or something.”

“Well, they’re gonna see me at some point anyway, I’m linked to you!”

“And they’re linked to her.” He follows you towards your door, giving him one last look before you open. “Okay, look… you can follow me, but no talking to me whatsoever, alright?”

He gives a groan. “... fine.”

A smile soon graces your lips. “Pleasure doing business with you.”

He rolls his eyes just as you open the door, both of you stepping out.

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“You should take your own apartment.”

Veronica ignores JD’s voice in her ear, concentrating on eating her cereal like any normal person would do. She can also hear Heather, Kurt, and Ram fighting a few meters away, the subject not being important enough for her to actually listen. Though it does sound better than hearing her crazy ex-boyfriend’s voice all the time.

“Take. Another. Apartment.”

“I can’t….!” She whispers those words, hoping that it’ll be enough to quiet him. “This is the only place that would take me, okay? So shut it. Don’t make me remind you that this is your fault.”

He quiets down immediately, flashes of his last moments coming back into her head. She shakes them off and takes another scoop of her cereal into her mouth. She doesn’t know you, but you seem nice and, judging by how you’ve been acting, you don’t know anything about her past. Which is a miracle... considering that her town’s deaths have been on the news for months. 

But if it means she can be normal to one person for just a little time, she'll take it.

"Enjoying my cereal?"

She almost chokes on her food at the sound of your voice, redness creeping into her cheeks when you laugh. She turns shy eyes towards your form just as you prepare your own breakfast: a simple red apple.

"I'm sorry… was I not supposed to?"

"Of course you can eat. What's mine is yours." You take a bite out of your Apple, sensing her a cheeky smile that brings a genuine onto her lips. "What are you gonna do today?"

"Oh, well…" She looks down at her bowl for a moment before she gives out a smile. "I was thinking of going on campus. Seeing where my classes are before they start next week."

Your eyes widen with excitement. "That's a great idea! Oh, and if you want, I can be your guide."

"But I don't wanna bother-"

"Hey, I have nothing to do today, it'll be my pleasure." You take another bite of your Apple, raising a finger as you give her a serious look. "One condition though."

She feels her stomach turn in worry. Maybe you know who she is… are you gonna ask her to not let people know you live together? She wouldn't blame you if you did.

"Um… what is it?"

Your lips stretch out into a large grin. "No cars. We walk there."

She can't help but let out a laugh, her shoulders relaxing from relief. "Well, I don't mind!"

"Good." You send her a wink before disappearing into the hallway. "It's a date. Be ready in an hour."

She feels her cheeks heat up at the mention of the word 'date', even though she knows that you didn't mean it that way-

"Stop it." 

She tightens her grip on her spoon when she hears his voice. "... Stop what?"

"Being nice to her. I don't like it."

"Well, watch me, then." She stands up and walks towards the sink, putting her empty bowl in it. "Because I like it. And you have nothing to say in the matter-"

"A drowned kid is linked to her, Ronnie." Her heart drops into her stomach just as her eyes widen, shocked as to what he just said. “You know what that means, right?”

She doesn’t want to think about it. She doesn’t wanna think you could have killed someone so young, not when you’re this sweet and generous towards her. You have to be a normal and kind girl, not a psychopath. She can’t deal with psychopaths anymore-

“I’m just trying to protect you, Ronnie.”

She breathes in loudly before she lets it out, her hands tightening onto the counter. Can he shut up for just… one second?

“You need to leave this place, Ronnie.”

“Four of you are linked to me, JD.” She grinds her teeth, imagining his face in her head. “I think out of the two, she’s the one who should run away.”

“Those idiots deserved what we did to them-”

“Hey, who you’re calling an idiot?”

“Yeah, who you’re calling?”

“You three! I’m calling you three idiots!”

“Don’t you dare put me in the same basket as those two morons! I’ll have you know that I’m a goddess!”

“Yeah, a super annoying goddess!”

“And we’re not morons! I don’t even know what that means!”

Veronica just gives out a loud groan of annoyance as their voice continues fighting right behind her, internally hoping for the next hour to go quickly.

Spending time with you sounds so good right now.

[ask-dan]

ok so now i sorta remember the dream. it was mostly foreplay and teasing and a lot of hand shit (of course) and that dan had a cat tail that kept brushing against and it was making me go insane and beyond that is a blur but i remember waking up and instantly feeling my neck - hand anon

((Niiice.  That’s the second wet dream Dan’s been in, w2g him))

[returnn-of-the-mac]

Could you do the companions saving sole as they are pinned by a Yao guai ?

I am so sorry I used the word “yeeted.” I just. I had to. I’m sorry. Please enjoy!😊 (ill add a read more later)

FO4 Companions React: Sole Being Pinned By a Yao Guai

Sole and their companion were exploring the Fairline Hill Estates when two Yao Guai’s attacked from a nearby park.

The pair fought viciously, and managed to take out one of the two bears. Before they could recuperate, the second Yao Guai leapt out from behind a house and pinned Sole to the ground.

Cait

“Hey!” Cait hollered, marching straight up to the angered bear, “Pick on someone yer own damn size!”

She wound her arm back and delivered a powerful uppercut. While the animal was dazed, she pulled out her shotgun and fired close-range. The force was enough to blow the Yao Guai’s head to smithereens.

A Sole crawled out from under the animal, and surveyed the damage.

“Sorry I covered ye in bear brains,” the redhead apologized, “But I’m sure you’ve been covered in worse.”

MacCready:

“Oh no, you don’t,” MacCready growled, crouching behind a rock and whipping out his sniper rifle. He aimed, held his breath, and fired. The bullet pierced the Yao Guai’s eyeball, and the bear collapsed.

“You good?” MacCready called, rushing up to his dazed friend. He offered them a hand, and Sole accepted it. When Sole had brushed themselves off, the two glanced at the carcass.

“Niiice,” MacCready smirked, pleased with his marksmanship, “That was clean.”

Longfellow:

“Fuck,” the Harborman cursed as he tossed his bottle of whiskey aside and pulled out his trusty harpoon gun, “Hang on, kid.”

Longfellow pulled the trigger and sent a harpoon clean through Yao Guai’s midsection. The animal toppled over and Sole was able to free themselves.

“How’re you feeling? Any wounds? Bleeding?”

Sole shook their head, and Longfellow smirked.

“Well, good!” He exlaimed, scrutinizing his kill, “Good sized game, too. We’ll be eating well tonight. This calls for a damn toast!”

Piper:

“Oh no! Blue!” Piper wailed, “Stay calm!”

Piper fished through her inventory for a her pistol.

“Nuka Cola? No...Gumdrops...no...crumpled up piece of paper...pen...camera...candy wrapper...sugar bombs...”

The Yao Gui growled and swung at Sole.

“...another pen...hair brush...teddy bear—aha!” Piper exclaimed, drawing her weapon, “Hasta la vista, Guai!”

The reporter fired her weapon several times and eventually in the head. The Yao Guai fell over, and Sole stood up and brushed themself off.

A worried Piper rushed up to their companion, “Are you okay!? Any limbs missing?”

Sole shook their head and the reporter sighed in relief.

Gage

“Aw shit!” Gage cursed, “Don’t worry, boss. I won’t let him mess with ya. Imma pop a cap in his ass.”

The raider pulled out his handmade rifile and, without hesitation, made it rain 7.62mm’s on the bear.

The Yao Guai diverted it’s attention from Sole, roared, and charged at Gage.

“Fuck,” he cursed, continuing to chip away at the bear with his gun.

Suddenly, the bear collapsed. It appeared to have a small hole burned through the back of its head.

Sole stood inches from the carcass, wielding a laser rifle.

“Damn,“ Gage muttered, “Thanks boss. Those shit-bears are tougher than I thought.”

Nick

“Damn,” Nick cursed, trying to think of the best way to free his companion. He suddenly had an idea. He sifted through his inventory and pulled out some mutt chops.

“Hey, Guai,” he called. The bear looked up to see the detective waving around the slabs of meat, “Come and get some!”

The bear charged at Nick, who tossed the mutt chops to the side. The bear made a beeline for the meat.

“Let’s go!” Nick shouted. The pair managed to slip away from the bear as it snacked on the meat.

Curie

“Oh non!” Curie panicked. She knew just how deadly a Yao Guai attack could be.

The synth thought for a moment before pulling out her Syringer and loading it with a Yellow Belly syringe. She aimed and fired, managing to plant the needle in the bear’s side.

The Yao Guai immediately ceased it’s attack and began whimpering. It turned around and clumsily darted back into the wilderness.

Curie bolted over to her companion, helping them up to their feet.

“We ‘ave to go now!” Curie announced, practically dragging Sole along, “Zose chemically-induced effects only last about 30 zeconds!”

Hancock

“Aw shit,” Hancock muttered as he fished through his pockets. He pulled out syringe of psychobuff, “Pullin out the big guns for this one.”

The ghoul injected himself with the chem, and his pupils contracted to the size of pins. Suddenly yelled in intelligible battle cry that seemed like a mix of the words “yeehaw” and “bathtub.”

In his drug induce haze, he looked around for an item to attack the bear with. Then he saw it. A spatula. Perfect.

He picked up the cooking utensil and charged at the bear.

“Hey, fuck you,” Hancock bellowed, “Get outta here you pest.”

Then he swung the spatula around with drug-enhanced force behind it, and at lightning speed. The bear was beaten to a near pulp before it finally surrendered and ran back onto the woods.

Just seconds later, the chems wore off and Hancock collapsed to the ground beside Sole.

“That...that was a wild ride.”

X6-88

“I am coming to assist you, [sir/ma’am]. Don’t panic.”

The Courser calmly pulled a laser rifle from his jacket and fired at the beast. With striking accuracy, the cell pierced the Yao Guai’s skull and hit the tree behind it.

The bear fell to the ground, and Sole was able to free themself from under the beast.

“Are you alright?” X6 asked, approaching his companion.

Sole nodded.

“Excellent.”

Codsworth

“Oh bother, oh bother,” The robot panicked, “I’m coming, [sir/mum]!”

Codsworth floated over to the angry bear and began sawing it with his metal arm. The bear recoiled and then lunged at the Mr. Handy.

The Yao Guai took a powerful swing, creating a large scuff on Codsworth’s body.

“Excuse you, good sir! But I do take great pride in my paint job!” Codsworth shouted, “You’ll pay for that!”

The Mr. Handy suddenly whipped out his flamethrower and burned the bear to a crisp. When he was sure the bear was dead, he extinguished the flames.

“Yao Guai, anyone?” Codsworth asked, “It’s extra crispy!”

Ada

“I am coming to assist you, [sir/ma’am],” Ada reassured as she waddled over to the bear. She charged her tasers and struck the bear repeatedly from behind.

The dazed Yao Guai fell over, temporarily paralyzed.

“Now!” Ada called, and Sole quickly fished through their inventory to find an appropriate weapon. Sole quickly located a laser rifle and shot the stunned animal repeatedly.

“A job well done, [sir/ma’am]. I hope that bear liked that 30 wattz of electricity and shower of fusion cells.”

Deacon

“These Guais just love to be a pain in the butt, don’t they?” Deacon huffed. He rummaged through his bag o tricks and pulled out the Bear mascot head. “And [name] said this was useless and tacky. I knew it would come in handy eventually.”

After equipping the mascot head, Deacon approached the animal.

“Hey!” Deacon antagonized, doing a goofy dance, “Come and get me, you dumb bear!”

The irritated Yao Guai immediately diverted their attention from Sole, and stared at Deacon. But instead of attacking, it initiated a mating call.

“What the—“ Before Deacon had time to react, the lustful bear charged at him, “I DON’T THINK HE’S TRYING TO KILL ME—HELP!!”

Sole quickly sprung up from the ground and equipped a laser rifle. They tried to aim, but Deacon and the Yao Guia were running around in circles. They fired haphazardly a few times, and was eventually able to vaporize the bear with a direct hit.

Deacon collapsed, drenched in sweat, and Sole rushed over to check on him.

“Thanks pal,” he laughed, “At least I got my cardio for the day.”

Danse

“I don’t think so!” Danse bellowed, charging at the Yao Guai and ramming it with his Power Armor.

The bear went flying several feet before growling and charging at the Paladin. Danse turned to Sole, “Go!”

Sole swiftly stood up, brushed themself off, and ran behind their companion. While Danse was holding off the animal, Sole fished through their inventory and pulled out a laser rifle. Danse and Sole both shot the bear several times, before it was completely vaporized.

“Great work, soldier,” Danse complimented, “One less nuisance roaming the Commonwealth.”

Preston

“I’ve gotchu, General! Stay calm!” Preston called as he loaded his laser musket and fired at the bear.

The shot brushed the Yao Guai’s side, but missed. The angered animal lost interest in Sole and charged at Preston.

“Damn!” The Colonel cursed, quickly reloading. He shot again, this time hitting the beast in the leg. The Yao Guai roared in pain as it fell to the ground.

“Come on!”

Sole and Preston ran out of sight as the bear struggled to stand up.

Strong:

“Don’t worry human!” Strong bellowed, “Strong take care of stupid bear!”

Strong effortlessly picked the Yao Guai off of Sole and yeeted it about 15 feet. The bear hit a rock and died instantly.

Sole got up and dusted themselves off while their companion made his way to the dead animal to survey the damage. He was pleased.

“Silly teddy bear,” Strong announced. “Strong is STRONG.”

[false-mastermind-archived]

Vanilla bean 10 asks

Vanilla Bean: Muse is now sweeter than sugar! In fact, they’re so gentle now, that every time they touch something, it’s feather light; just a brush of their fingertips. Their voice is soft and they’re almost too kind for their own good!

“Nooo! I don’t wanna be niiice!” He giggled, finding humor in his own joke.

(M!A Vanilla Bean 0/10)