#*THROWS VERY SHINY BALL ON FLOOR*

[child-of-the-cosmos]

Blacked out after I watched The Amazing Digital Circus, and drew this

Behold, clown lady my beloved.

[dwaekkicidal]

The Meeting

˚ʚPerv!Emo!Han Jisung x Cutesy!Fem!Readerɞ˚

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: Based off of this ask.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: 1.9k

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: told from his pov, jisung is a huge perv (lowkey a creep but we dont talk about that), public masturbation(m), exhibitionism, kinda iconifying? (f)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes: Italics are Han's thoughts! also the picture is just a reference for the outfit i had in mind :) Part 2 maybe coming out this weekend

The Incidents Masterlist

DO NOT republish or translate+post my work!

It's Jisung's English Composition class. He sits at the farthest back table on his own, tapping away at his laptop as the teacher discusses some concept he couldn't care less about. He hears some ruckus past his airpods, but ignores it in favor of listening to the music that's playing. That is, until, a figure covered in pink and white stands directly behind his screen. It's very obvious that the person is looking at him, but he tries to ignore it hoping that they will just go away.

It's not until the person's hand reaches out and waves in front of his screen that he finally looks up. As his eyes trail up the person's body he slowly realizes who it is. When their eyes meet, it finally clicks. Y/N L/N. The popular girl who is friends with "everybody" and dresses in short, short skirts with thigh highs and her stupid Hello Kitty pendant necklace that falls perfectly between her boobs. It should be my face there.

His eyes move to the top of her head, glancing at the fluffy pink scrunchie that holds her hair together in two pigtails. Then they move lower, catching her shiny eyes that are risen at the edges from her smile. And- oh. Her smile.. The one that is created from those pretty plump lips covered in a pinkish-red tinted gloss. He starts to picture what they would look like wrapped around his-

But then she's tilting her head and mouthing words at him. Oh, fuck that's right. His hands bolt up to his ears, yanking the earbuds out and completely forgetting about the music that bleeds out. He holds them away from his ears and meets her eyes again, almost moaning out loud when she bites her lip bashfully and speaks up again. Her silky sweet voice finally meets his ears and he can feel his dick twitch in his jeans.

"My group was being loud so we got separated for the rest of the semester.. Is that seat taken?" Her short charm-clad acrylic nails catch his attention for a moment as she points to the seat occupied by his bag. Fuck.. what he would give to see them also wrapped around- Ok ok calm the hell down Jisung.

"Uh.. yeah?" His voice comes out pathetic and he almost explodes from embarrassment when he realizes that he answered the wrong way. The corners of her shiny lips turn downwards and she goes to take a step back. But somewhere in that horny brain of his, he grows the balls to shoot out his hand to grab her wrist, "Wait! Sorry, I meant it's not taken. It's my bag. Let me move it out of your way. Oh- fuck sorry I didn't mean to grab you all of the sudden I-"

He starts to ramble, his pink cheeks jiggling as he desperately moves to throw his bag on the floor. She giggles at the sight and he malfunctions, accidentally dropping his bag as he looks up at her dumbfounded.

She makes her way around the table and he gets a whiff of her vanilla-strawberry perfume as she sits. His dick twitches again in his jeans and he inhales again, then he looks over at her from the corner of his eye. Her nails clack against her laptop as she pulls it out and opens it. Of course it's fucking covered in Sanrio stickers. Hello Kitty stickers being the most of them. He doesn't think he's been so envious of a 2D pixelated character in his life until the day he laid eyes on her.

Her hair bounces as she turns to him, those pretty lips taking all his attention again as he watches them move with every word. "My name's Y/N L/N. You're... Han! Right?" He nods slowly, no longer trusting his voice in the slightest. How does she know my name?!? I don't even talk to anybody in this class.. "Yeah.. Han Jisung."

She smiles widely, then those nails are moving around in his field of view again. This time her hands go up to her necklace, fiddling with it as she leans back into her chair and her shiny lips part again. "It's nice to finally meet you, by the way. We had statistics together last semester, but we didn't get the chance to talk at all." 

"Oh. You remember that class?" He grimaces and rubs the back of his neck, zoning out after she nods. He suddenly remembered the presentation for the final his group had to do in that class, And he vividly remembers the hard-on he had during it. It was only because of her and that stupid sundress she had on that day. Fuck you mother nature for the summer heat that day..

When her eyes turn to the whiteboard, he looks down at his crotch and rolls his eyes when he sees an evident bulge. He pulls the hem of his sweater down to cover it up and looks up at the clock hopefully, but is quickly shut down. God damn it.. It’s only noon and this class ends at 3:30.. I'm so fucked.

He gets through the next 2 hours before his hard on becomes too much to handle. His hand sneaks from the touchpad to his crotch, palming it lightly to relieve some pressure. Just real quick, he swears. It hurts like a bitch, so just this for now until I can go home. But all too easily he gets addicted to the feeling and pushes harder until he’s full on stroking himself through the fabric.

Shit.. she won't notice.. right? A sudden movement in the corner of his eye grabs his attention and he stops like a deer in headlights, in fear that she already figured out what he was doing and that he would get told off for being a freak in front of the entire class.

He glances over, watching for a moment as she instead mindlessly twirls her hair. Eyes still completely forward and focused on the professor. Then his eyes trail a little lower. Her lips are puckered in a cute pout. She eventually un-puffs her cheeks in favor of poking her tongue out slightly, in what he can only assume is focus as she types away at her laptop.

He watches for a few more seconds before slowly trailing all the way down, taking in her outfit and every curve of her body that he can see. When his eyes finally meet her thighs, he thinks his eyes are gonna pop out of his head. The skirt, that was already too short to be appropriate for a place of education, was ridden so far up her thighs that he swears if she just spread her legs even the slightest he could get a glance of her panties. Speaking of her thighs, the plush, bare skin there looks so soft. So biteable.. He licks his lips at the sight.

Before he realizes what’s happening, his eyes peek around to make sure nobody is in the neighboring tables. Then his hand moves on its own, sneaking out of the arm of his thankfully oversized sweater and sliding over his shirt to his pants. He clears his throat to cover up the noise of his jeans unbuckling and unzipping, and then his hand finally slides into his boxers. It was a tight fit but god was he going to make it work.

He strokes himself slowly, angling his dick upwards in hopes that the sweater would cover up the movements. He looks down for a few seconds and bites his lip, biting back a victorious smile as the sweater does just that. 

Feeling a little more relaxed, he allows his eyes to flutter closed. Immediately images of her flood his mind. Images of those pretty, glossy lips wrapping around his dick, those pretty big eyes looking up at him all watery while he shoves his dick down her throat. Images of her pretty pink nail-clad fingers wrapped tightly around his dick. He starts to stroke himself a little faster, imagining that it's her hand instead of his. Fuck. Now images of her jerking him off in the middle of class fill his head. 

His entire body shivers at the thought and he leans forward, resting the elbow on his free arm on the table as he speeds up again. He glances down once more to make sure he’s hidden well, then sighs a little too loudly. He tilts his head down slightly, pulling his hoodie down to cover his face. He knows damn well how expressive his face can be and if that is what gives him away, he would never forgive himself. ‘M so close….

He basks in the pleasure for about a minute before a hand on his shoulder startles him. His hand immediately stops. His eyes shoot open and he snaps his head to his left, looking at the girl as if he’s disoriented. The face he was just fantasizing about looks at him worriedly, eyebrows furrowed and head tilted.

“Are you okay, Hannie?” His hand subconsciously squeezes his dick at the sound of her hushed voice and the new nickname. He breathes heavily for a moment, stuttering slowly as he racks his brain for the best excuse he could think of when she speaks up again. “Do you have a headache or something? You look like you’re sick, and your face is all sweaty!” She giggles at the last part and he watches as her eyes trace a drop of sweat down his forehead to his chin.

He nods his head, gulping as his hand slowly begins its movements again. She mocks his nod, eyebrows still furrowed. He feels her hand caress his biceps through the sweater. She means it in nothing but a soothing way, he’s sure of it. But the warmth of her hand on his skin after the thoughts he just had only made him twitch in his grasp.

He whines and leans forward, resting his arm flat on the table and resting his head on the fat of his forearm. To anybody else looking it seems like he was sleeping, and the way her hand moves to skim his back, also soothingly, just encourages him to move his hand again.

Her worried voice is suddenly close to his ear as her hand slows to a stop, and as his own hand continues to move along his length. “If you want me to stop, let me know please. I’m super touchy and I just wanna help.” His eyes roll into his skull and she can see his head faintly shake ‘no’. “It’s f-fine. I don’t mind it.” He misses out on seeing her smile as she hums and moves her hands once again, this time more confidently and down his spine.

It doesn’t take him very long to build up his orgasm. The feeling of her nails raking down his back, the imagery of her below him that floods his senses, and the feeling of his tip rubbing along his boxers join together to create one of the craziest orgasms he thinks he’s ever had. He moves his head slightly and latches onto his forearm, biting down roughly to stop himself from moaning out loud as he cums right then and there.

He strokes himself through it, waiting until he feels the cum stop spilling out his dick to pull his hand out and release his poor arm. He softens against the wet spot in his underwear and desperately wipes the excess that got onto his hands on his shirt. Fuck.. I just washed these too.

The post-nut clarity hits too fast, the charmed nails that are still raking up and down his back make sure of that. When he peeks out to look at the girl, he watches her type with her free hand, eyes focused on her laptop screen. And completely unaware of what he just did to the thought of her.

His now unoccupied arm wiggles through the sleeve of his sweater, meeting his other arm on the desk as he rests against it.

This is gonna be a long semester.

Taglist:

@jiminssluttyminx @changisworld @juskz @linohumina @rylea08 @grandma143 @caught-in-the-afterglow @yaorzu-blog

[munsster]

Hiiiiiiii loved your Eddie munson x wealthy!reader fix, I was wondering if you could do a billy Hargrove one? Thank you bby💗

billy with a wealthy s/o

A/N: its 100% giving reluctant allies to lovers gif cred: @selinasdalton

Warnings: partying, drinking/smoking, insults (mostly playful), pet names (sweetheart), implied sex

the FIRST thing i thought of was reader rolling with the popular crowd

ie harrington, tommy, carol etc

and seeing billy for the first time at a party

honestly, he probably offers you a drink or better yet a smoke

and you’re disgusted (horny)

and he thinks he’s totally gonna score (you accepted his drink offer)

neither of you really remember how or when it started

you can never agree on an anniversary date

but you both know he fell first

mainly because he was absolutely floored by just how many insults you had ready in your back pocket

“the ball goes in the basket, airhead” “you look like rob lowe if he was a woman and a munch” “my dog could sink more free throws than you and he’s 20 years old”

honestly, he was a little flattered by your creativity

which is why he knew he had to get in your pants somehow

and the first time you invited him over to your house, you wouldn’t hear the end of it

“hey, richie rich, where’s your robot maid?”

“oh, it’s her day off”

“…”

“i’m kidding,” you tease, “she’s not a robot”

he does not know how to handle the amount of shit you spoil him with

“billy… i really like your necklace”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“i can buy you a new—”

“i dont need a new one, sweetheart”

and you don’t know how to handle the fact that he doesn’t want to be spoiled

but you eventually figure out how to be sneaky with it

making him lunches (con caviar), ‘accidentally’ misplacing his shoes so you have to buy him new ones, taking him to fancy barbershops and paying half the cost so it still seems like he’s paying the full price

some may say it’s manipulative. you say it’s loving.

and the first time he buys you a meaningful, mildly expensive gift, you tear up a little bit

you bringing him to the golf course and finding out 1) he’s really good at golf and 2) he is excellent cougar bait

not that you want the over 60’s hitting on your man, but it’s very sweet when they send him drinks and call him a handsome young man

you definitely encourage him to play into it with some “how are you young ladies this evening?” and “don’t you have to be 21 to sit at the bar?” action

he has his fun with it, but he really only does it ‘cause it makes you smile

would never BEG for anything…. but he DOES get really sad when you don’t bring him to the mall to watch you try on shoes or sweaters or whatever.

yeah, if there’s something he’d beg for, it’s that

he lives for the moment you walk out of the dressing room, do a twirl, and ask (like clockwork) “do you like it?”

his answer is always yes, but you claim to know the differences in his tone that indicate what he actually likes

sometimes, if he’s lucky, you’ll let him sit inside the dressing room. watching you change. watching you change.

he is the reason you’re both banned from sears at starcourt

the first really expensive watch you gift him is INSANE

it has like four dials and you said something about alligator leather and 18 carat gold

he can’t decide between wearing it on special occasions to preserve its value or never taking it off because he loves you

when you do stay at his house, usually no ones home

but you have met max

and she likes to stay away from you

but you took her to get a new skateboard and you think that might’ve helped her warm up to you

just a smidge

now she lets you gossip about stupid boys and watch shitty action movies with her

she even promised she would go as croft’s robin for halloween if you swore you’d go as wilson’s batman

that was an interesting halloween for billy

your mansion house has this shiny ass gramophone in one of the downstairs offices

and you told billy that the last thing that had played on it was a glenn miller ‘best of’ album

and that was just not good enough for billy

so one night, he brought over his twisted sister vinyl and convinced you to dance with him while what you don’t know blasted through the brassy pavillon

he also may or may not have convinced you to make out with him while the rest of the record played

even though you drive a brand new, cherry red benz (convertible, he might add), you still love it when he drives the two of you in his camaro

but you also let him drive your car whenever he wants. and he wants to most of the time.

in fact, he’s pretty sure he drives your car more than you do

he also loves to let you dress him up

and do his hair (please practice that cute hairstyle you saw on him. he’ll think about your hands in his hair for hours on end)

even if youre just going on a chill diner date, you still drag him into your (now shared) walk-in closet and pick out these satin shirts and pressed slacks and the shiniest shoes he’s ever seen

but of course, most of your dates are lavish and breathtakingly creative, anyway, so he’s already dressed accordingly

his new catch phrase is something along the lines of “what happened to eating somewhere normal. like pizza hut”

sometimes, his only requirement is “as long as there’s no chandelier”

you flatter him so often, he gets grumpy on days you forget to call him handsome (or pretty boy, which has really grown on him)

typically, he wouldnt go for all the fuss and feathers, but he likes to see you happy.

and boy, does prettying him up make you happy

seriously, you get the wildest look on your face. it’s fulfilling enough that billy feels safe to say he’s content being your ken doll forever

if you’d let him

masterlist

[beardedherculestrucker]

Handsome and manly as fuck!

The biggest plus for getting a lover, is size:

when you have a body, weighing about 450 pounds, you get a bull very quickly: look at this 680 pound musclemonster- this bearded daddy already has an admirer, that he likes, too.!

Both cock-loving musclebulls will have a great time sucking their dicks and swallowing each others cum...

This behemoth's name is Herbert;

he is an ultra right-wing bull with his own prison and killing-room:

3 times a week he walks there, brings some extra equipment with him:

for the next day he chose a metal bat plus some short axes...

Huge Herb never wears protective suits for the blood that splatters around during his killings:

he wants to see the results of his slashings the following days, also!

This handsome musclemonster is horny as fuck when he dismembers his victims and either cums into their faces when they're still alive or he jizzes off on the remains of his victims...

...wearing a very tight, beige SS uniform with stock cap and big leatherboots,

the superthick racist is now taking the metal bat into one of his big, strong hands-

he wears leathergloves-the fullbearded ultra-heavyweight opens the tiny cellroom-door and with a stern face, gives his victim an order, to leave her cell...

The little jewish girl was kept by the sexy giant for months, only getting water and some dry bread;

the hot Neonazi didn't want her to die before he could "play" with her! ;-D

When she comes out, totally exhausted and full of fear in her eyes, the extremely thick muscleman is standing right in front of her;

Big daddy is in an off-season shape-means, the massive Neonazi is not too ripped-

this is looking much, much hotter on big men!

Hehold the shiny, metal bat, rises his huge left arm and throws two mighty blows: thid shatters the jaw and the nose of her: lovely!!!

Blood splatters all over the floor when the strong, burly muscle colossus hits powerful blows with his hazardous instrument;

the uniform of sexy muscledaddy Herbert is quickly covered with bloodstains all over;

the cute, bushy bearded musclemonster is now in a rampage,

the little jewish girl screams and screams....

Herbert wanted to prolong the agony of death for his poor little girl-victim;

the longer she screams from horrible pains, the hornier he gets:

for the gigantic fascist this could go on forever!

The hot Neonazi feels his creamy load is about to come:

quickly, the manly colossus opens the buttons of his tight, beige uniformtrousers, gets his big, sticky dick and hairy balls out and starts jizzing his cum all over her body and -of course-into her already smashed face!

It's so hot for this cute fascistbull that his small victim is still alive: "yeahh!"-:Herbert is horny as fuck and in heaven:

"Ooooohhhmygod, yeaaaah!", the unbelievably thick musclebear moans in a deep voice while he his jerking his aryan cum all over her!

Damn: what a sight...

The big, proud bull is a bit exhausted now...he waddles his way to the torture room door and throws the metal bat into one corner:

the bat touched the floor with a loud, shrieky tone...

Big Nazibull Herbert now felt, he had to pee,

so he went back to the lying dying girl,

opened his fly again and piSSed his urine all over her maltreated little body until his whole bladder was empty!

The very andsome fascistbull couldn't help grinning a sexy fullbearded grin!

The incredible massive Neonazi touches the girls body with one of his big black boots: no reaction, she is lying there lifeless,

an empty look in her young eyes...

Well, she's no more: huge, handsome bull couldn't care less...

The big bull had his sexy pleasure: does he care, he took her life for his very own interest? No, of course not:

extremley well built and heavy Herbert is such a douchebag, hehe

The burly and hot daddy puts a big cigar in his mouth and lights it:

without a further look at the litle girl,

lying there covered with her own blood and the cum and piSS of this unbelievable perfect looking musclegod!

[siremasterlawrence]

              Sweet Sound Of Freedom

Captain America Aka Steve Rogers should be very carful about looking through her shield issued binoculars as he peers in to the top floor of the penthouse only to be disgusted.His mouth wide open is dropping to see his best friend Bucky The Winter Soldier locked up in some sort of glass standing upward in some space pod machine as his eyes stare in to the lights.His body is forcefully attache to heavy steel metallic bonds keeping him set in to one held place on his neck, shoulders, arms,knees, wrists, ankles and legs so tightly on and wound up.He stood up taking one more second to be in one with it all and fully digest all the crazy information he has received during this odd frenzy is occurring before me and he puts it the binoculars away.We stood up walking backwards to the edge of the roof top taking a deep breath he bent down a bit taking a deep breath he goes for a run racing across the room as he hits the edge jumping off.He spreads his arms and body through the air as he forms a ball with his body doing a cannon ball as he hit the window crashing through it and the glass shatters in to the room.He flips on to the floor rolling over across his friends digs he jolts upward scanning the area making sure to know every inch and crevice of the room like top notch name brand surveillance equipment.He smirks a bit removing his shield from his back flipping it on to his right arms he slid it upwards of his hands on to the wrist with very little effort he pushes it aside then he throws it.The vibranium shield hits the wall harshly on to it as it bounces off wall to wall making a impact with the back wall eventually as if smashes the camera in two as he takes a dive to the pod.The camera falls to the floor in to a million pieces shattering on to the floor leaving a bit of room for Steve as he does a activate work routine move worth of sizable Olympic gymnastic. He buckles his legs together propelling them forward as he makes contact with the glass breaking though he leaps in to the pod using his sheer strength to destroy the shiny steel metallic bonds throwing them out in to the room. He places one of Bucks arms on to his shoulders carrying him to the window push it hip as the air circulating waking him up in a fury as his eyes pop open and he is now becoming away to aware.

“Steve? What are you doing here? Where am I?” He asks coming to.

“Sorry Captain! We can’t have that.” A voice comes through.

“Who the hell are you ?” Steve stammers.

“Mm! Oh Captain “ a voice rings 

“Step in to the light “ he demands

“Zombie…Endless…Transform” the man begins.

“No Stop!” Bucky begs

“Dead…Blank…Sleep”

“Wake him up”

“Relinquishing him of your power “

“Captain America ssshhhh”

“I am your Master America”

“Bucky? Bucky”

“He can’t hear you “

“You bastard “

“Bucky wake up”

“Mmmm…Yes Master”

“Please educate Steve”

“Bucky submit “

“As you wish”

“My King”

“BUCKY!”

“Steve? Who are you ?”

“It’s me Bucky”

“Tackle him”

“Hold him down”

“Lead him to me”

“Remove it”

“What? NO!”

“Strip his clothes off”

“BUCKY NO!”

“He loves you Bucky”

“Nnnnoooooo!”

“FUCK YOU!”

“Why do you fight me?”

“Because Master wills you “

Steve struggles a bit as Bucky Barnes trips him as he falls to the ground which both he and I laugh so hard as we baffle at Steve’s own pathetic behavior as he unravels before my eyes. Bucky faces me walking over to my side he is so thrilled wrapping his arms over my tiny waist as he leans in to kissing me slowly a bit closer and yanks me in to hush body as we make out intensely.The rooms lock up everything sealing us all three in to the room leaving me in a feverish pitch on my heightened by my desire for them all to submit to me and soon enough he takes me the side. Steve stares at both of us with absolutely need, lust and desire overtaking Bucky planting another kiss on my lips because we can make out with the man who consumes him. Bucky lights up on my orders using Steve’s arm to drag him across the room and in to another room I made just for him he yank the chain on the ceiling as the bulb comes to life and he throws Steve in to the lions den. Bucky is with my hands are ever so sweetly and gleeful locking him in to the room with my other video camera as my lens glisten on Bucky’s efforts pay off and tie him down with ropes then proceeds the back of the room. “Sorry my dear friend!I completely forgot all about you my future slave pet pal and you will soon worship Mr with the very best of them. Master Lawrence understands you with the utmost scientific and psychological control.” Bucky swears to him. “Buck! Please think about what you are doing to me this is psychological torture is that how you are. Are you relapsing back in to being hydra agent under sedation and mind control reprogramming.” Steve informs him hoping to shake him back in to reality of it all.

“Whoever thought you could escape?”

“I will”

“Try as you like it”

“It will never happen”

“You can’t survive it”

“I have succumbed your issues “

“I am no hero”

“I am villain”

“Listen to what you are saying “

“I hear it loud and clearly “

“We are a vessel”

“Vessels for him”

“He commands “

“We follow “

“Submit “

“Pleasure”

“Transform”

“Live it, breath it and be it”

“Yes Master”

“Will you join us?”

“Bite me”

“I will ask again”

“Steve desire only me”

“Get off of me”

“I love you!”

“Do you really?”

“Here to the universe “

“Back from the stars “

“Oh Steve! Glad to distract you “

“Let us celebrate “

“How master?”

“Kiss me slowly and tenderly “

“Become my favorite “

“Surpass Bucky”

“Master”

“Sir Yes Sir”

The end 

[star-going-supernova]

i love the prompt you did the other day of Gregory protecting other kids and I was wondering if you planned on expanding on it ?

Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it! I wasn’t planning on expanding it, but I need more words for NaNo, so here we are! And just to be clear, this isn’t one of my tumblr generated prompts. Reminder that Gregory’s thirteen in this AU! This picks up pretty much right where The Most Dangerous Game left off.

The Most Dangerous Prey

Gregory ran through the daycare lobby. He pushed through the doors with only as much care as he did because the last thing he wanted was to draw attention to this part of the pizzaplex. Sprinting in the direction he thought the scream had come from, he dodged STAFF bots left and right without pause. Tonight, every second counted, and he’d already been delayed. 

He nearly kept going down the main hall, but he got lucky. He saw the blood splashed on the shiny floor tiles and skidded to a stop. There was a smear that trailed off in the direction of an employees only door. 

Trying to balance caution and haste sucked, but the element of surprise was one of Gregory’s greatest advantages, one he couldn’t afford to just throw away. He slipped silently through the door and hurried along as fast as he dared. 

His restraint was rewarded. He came upon the child and their attacker, one of the animatronics. The poor kid was practically being dragged along, breathing raggedly as he scrabbled uselessly at Freddy’s iron grip. His shaggy blond hair was half red with blood. Freddy didn’t notice Gregory sneaking closer. 

He unholstered his crowbar and eyed the back of the animatronic to choose the best place to hit. They weren’t as fragile as the bare endoskeletons, so their weaknesses weren’t as obvious. 

But make no mistake: they had weaknesses. 

Freddy was tall, but Gregory was a gangly teenager. When he raised his crowbar behind his head, both hands wrapped around the end, he was more than capable of heaving it up and over and down into the very base of Freddy’s neck. 

The awful crack of plastic was so loud in that empty hallway, and Freddy’s body gave a great spasm. He dropped the kid, who gasped and curled into a ball on the floor. Gregory wrenched the crowbar free, pulling down as much as he could without getting it stuck. Twitching violently as more than one severed wire was suddenly jutting out from the hole in the back of his neck, Freddy stumbled forward. 

His head turned as far as it could, which was farther than Gregory thought was reasonable and therefore was really, really creepy. Nearly looking straight behind himself, Freddy’s blank, glowing eyes settled on Gregory. His body turned itself around without his head even bobbing in place, which was so inhuman that Gregory’s arms got goosebumps.

He flipped the crowbar around in his hands and blew out a thin breath. He settled on his next target: the connections between legs and pelvis. They were the largest joint openings on Freddy’s front. 

Just as dumb as the endoskeleton, Freddy lumbered toward him with one hand outstretched. He was decently fast for something his size and weight, and if Freddy managed to catch someone off guard, Gregory could see how easily they would fall prey to his bloody claws. 

Gregory, though, was prepared. He smashed the flat of the crowbar into Freddy’s wrist, pushing it away, something audibly breaking under the orange plating. It also served to give Gregory some space, and he used it well. When Freddy overcorrected with his other hand, Gregory dodged forward, metal fingers just barely skimming his shoulder. He drove the less angled end up into the gap and then threw his weight to the side. 

The crowbar did as the crowbar was designed to do: it pried those two pieces apart like they were held together with twine. A sharp pop inside Freddy’s hip sure sounded exactly like he imagined a robotic joint dislocating would. 

His leg went limp, and Freddy tipped over like a tree being felled. 

Taking that as the advantage it was, Gregory hissed an apology as he scooped up the younger boy and dragged him down the hall, out of reach of the animatronic watching them in intense, eerie silence. The kid cried out but didn’t protest, even trying to help by holding on to Gregory. 

“Wait, wait,” he whimpered, and Gregory obligingly paused. “There’s—inside him.” He shakily pointed at Freddy, who was attempting to stand without seeming to understand that his leg was useless. 

“What?” 

“Inside him,” the kid pleaded. “He’s inside him. In his stomach.” 

Gregory looked at Freddy in horror, because now that his heartbeat wasn’t pounding in his ears, he could hear it: very faint crying. And it was coming from inside Freddy. 

Gregory bounced up on his toes a few times, mentally preparing himself for what he was about to do. “Stay here,” he warned the kid, handing him his crowbar. And then Gregory charged a robot that was easily twice his size and way heavier. 

It never would have worked if Freddy’d had both legs working, or if he’d been any smarter than he was. Gregory plowed full force into Freddy just as he got himself upright with the help of the wall, and relief flooded his chest when it proved to be enough. They toppled over together, Gregory on top of him. 

He pushed himself up as fast as he could and swung his legs around. Freddy’s undamaged hand shot toward his face, and sharp pain exploded across his cheek as Gregory kicked forward with both feet, slamming his sneakers into the underside of Freddy’s jaw. 

He got a satisfying snapping noise for his efforts, and the damage was, thank goodness, enough to shut the animatronic down. Freddy’s eyes flickered off, and his hand fell limply away from Gregory’s face. He hissed as he brushed tentative fingers over his cheek. They came back dripping with blood.

Climbing off Freddy, he gestured at the boy watching with wide eyes, and he obligingly slid the crowbar over. Gregory snatched it up, then tapped gently on the metal of Freddy’s chest. “Hey,” he said. The crying paused with a little sniffle. “I’m gonna get you out, okay? Just, stay back.” 

He waited a moment for the trapped kid to get clear, then shoved the flatter end of the crowbar into the thin space between chest plates. It took a few tries to get it deep enough that it didn’t just slip out, but finally, he was able to leverage his whole weight down on the crowbar. With a strained hiss, the panels popped open. Gregory stood up and pulled them outward. 

Inside a hollow cavity that made up Freddy’s torso was a kid maybe even younger than Jenna. He looked up with watery eyes, tear tracks shining on his cheeks. He looked a lot like the first boy.

Gregory holstered his crowbar. “Hi,” he said gently. “I’m Gregory. Can I help you out?” 

The little boy nodded, and Gregory mostly lifted him out of the robot. He was shaking, his legs barely able to hold him up. When he spotted the other boy, he gasped and stumbled forward. 

“Connor,” the older of the two wheezed, pushing himself up even though it looked to hurt him a lot. There was… way more blood on him than Gregory had initially noticed. 

Gregory helped Connor to his presumed older brother, and he gave them a few minutes to reassure themselves that the other was okay. He kept a wary eye on Freddy, but the animatronic gave no sign of powering up. 

However, he was worried Freddy might have sent a message, either to another member of the band or the crazy killer herself. 

“We’ve gotta go,” Gregory finally said. Connor didn’t look injured, just shaken and honestly terrified. His brother, though… “What’s your name?” 

“Cooper,” he said. He was probably only a year or so younger than Gregory. “Thank you. Thank you for…” His eyes drifted past Gregory to Freddy.

“No problem,” Gregory said. “Look, I’ve got a—a place that’s kinda safe. There are others there already. Can I bring you guys?” 

Cooper nodded. “Anything’s gotta be better than just running around and hoping for the best.” 

“Yeah,” Gregory agreed tiredly. “C’mon, I’ll carry you piggyback.” 

With some maneuvering, they managed to get Cooper onto Gregory’s back. Gregory had to admire the kid—he barely made a sound even though he had to have been in a lot of pain. 

“You ready?” he asked them. 

Connor took hold of Gregory’s shirt, looking up at him with trusting eyes. 

“Ready,” Cooper said, strained. “Does your safe place have first aid kits by any chance?” 

“Oh,” Gregory said, not without humor, as he imagined the sort of first aid kits the overprotective daycare attendants surely had lying around in spades, “I think we’ll be able to find you something.” 

They set off, another pair of kids for Gregory to protect. Another robot he’d taken down. Another blood stain ruining his shirt. 

And he doubted it’d be the last. 

[monty-glasses-roxy]

For the new year's gift animatronic ask game, since I have two characters in my profile can I have them give a gift each to Sunny and to Moon? For Sunny, it's a handmade crochet plush of himself with a solar system themed removable covid mask, and for Moon it's a music box that plays "Music of the Night" from Phantom of the Opera! Happy Holidays!! :D :D

You set your backpack down on the nearest set of stairs and stick your paw into the colourful mess within. It takes a moment of rooting around before you find something like ribbon to grasp. You pull it from the bag and as you hold it up to the light for a better look at it’s shiny red wrapping and it’s glittery yellow bow, another present topples over the rim of the backpack and lightly thuds onto the floor.

Huh. That doesn’t happen very often… They must be for the same place.

You pick the second one up from the floor and set it beside the first on the steps to check who they’re for. You were right, they are both for the same place! Though, you would never have thought it from looking at them. While the first one was red and yellow, the second was almost the exact opposite, with shimmering, dark blue paper and an elegant silver ribbon. The Sunny and Moon they’re addressed to must be quite the interesting duo, you suspect… not that you’ll ever find out if you don’t get back to it, of course.

Without further delay, you throw your backpack back onto your back, scoop the presents up, and start to make your way up the stairs towards the lifts. You reach up to press the brightly lit button to call it when your eye catches the sign above the door to your right. Looks like you found the Superstar Daycare faster than you’d thought you would!

Abandoning the lifts, you change course for the daycare. The large, industrial doors lift themselves out of the way for you without any hesitation, your security clearance far beyond what anyone else in the building should have. Speaking of security, you wonder what the night guard here is like. Do they do they do their job or has some higher up somewhere gotten an animatronic to do it for them instead? You can never be sure with Fazbear Entertainment. You’re sure you’ll run into whoever it is sooner or later.

Entering the halls to the daycare, you discover they’re as bright and colourful as the lobby is. The walls are lined with posters, and you can’t help but take a moment to flip an arcade token into the fountain and make a wish. You smile to yourself as the token plops into the water and carry on, past the bathrooms and through the next security door. A golden statue towers above you the moment you pass through it. You’re a little intimidated for a moment until you recognise the shapes of the cheerful characters from the posters you passed mere moments ago. Hopefully, they’re both as happy to see you as they’ve been made to look here.

Passing it by, you’re able to look down through the high roped barriers into what must be the daycare itself. Bright blues and reds and greens as far as you can see, with ball pits and structures to climb everywhere. Well, it certainly looked the part! And amongst it all, a lone animatronic pranced about with tingling bells announcing every step, tidying toys and cleaning up after a long day of play. You hold the red present in your paw up to view it side by side with the animatronic and are delighted at the similarities. This must be Sunny!

Glancing around, you find yourself with two options. You could walk around the daycare to what looked to be the rather large front entrance, or you could jump into the slide in front of you and see where you end up. You consider these options for a moment or two before deciding there wasn’t much point in that. Obviously you were going to take the slide. Who wouldn’t?

And with that, you quickly take your place at the top of the slide, the two presents held protectively against your chest, and slide.

Colours whoosh past you as you slide around and around and around and splash right into the ball pit below. You take a moment to reorient yourself before you pop up above the surface with only the biggest of smiles on your face.

“Hohoho! And who do we have here?” A loud, sing-song voice called out from a ways off. You turn towards the jingling of bells to see the bright animatronic dancing towards you, as merry as merry can be. You stand up straight, or at least, you stand up as straight as you can in a ball pit, and as they draw closer you present the little red package, holding it up with pride.

“Ohhh, is that for me?” They swooshed themself down low enough to get a good look at it, turning this way and that, almost orbiting it to see every detail at every angle. The spikes on their head spun and bounced with a bubbling excitement as they read the name on the little tag. “Oh, it is for me! Wowie!” They swipe it from you with such enthusiasm they almost knock you off balance.

“What is it! What is it! What is it?!” They chanted, hopping from foot to foot while their hands remained steady and even. With a pull of the ribbon and a tug on the paper, the gift inside was swiftly revealed. “Oh wow! Superstar, you shouldn’t have!”

You hurry to pull yourself over the walls of the ball pit to get a good look at the mystery gift. Sunny spins on the spot with a gleeful giggle, making it all the harder for you to see.

“Did you make this all by yourself?” They ask, their face now at almost the same level as yours. You shake your head and puff out your chest as you pat the badge you wear with pride. Sunny squints at it for a moment before gasping and recoiling so far you can’t help but wonder how stretchy their spine is.

“Oh my stars! It is so good to meet you!” They grab your paw and shake it so vigorously you really do lose your balance this time. Not that they seem to notice. “I’ve always wondered what our friendly neighbourhood delivery friend would be like! You are just the cutest, new friend!” They sweep you off your feet in an instant and spin you around. You clutch the blue present to your chest, curling around it as much as you can to try and make sure you don’t drop it again.

“Oh!” You’re dropped right onto your backside. “Is that for Moon?” You take a second to recover, nodding once you do. “Hohoho! Just you wait right there, new friend!” In the blink of an eye, you found yourself alone… with the present you just delivered on the floor in front of you. Huh.

A beautiful, handmade plushie of Sunny themself. You guess it’s made from crocheted wool. It’s so soft in your paws and so very loveable with it’s pretty face mask of the solar system. No wonder they’d been so excited by this gift, it was amazing!

Just as you put the plushie back on the remains of the wrapping paper, you hear a loud clunk. You jump, head on a swivel as the daycare is plunged into darkness. You hold onto the blue present a little bit tighter, even as you relax, never having been bothered much by the dark before. It was just the lights going off, it’s no big deal. This wouldn’t be the first location you’d visited to have their lights on a timer, this was nothing new. Just another one of Fazbear’s quirks.

A skitter sounds behind you. When you look, you see nothing. You find yourself huffing a little. Another one of Fazbear’s quirks.

You get ready to run anyway. You can never be too safe with Fazbear and their quirks.

Metal grabbing metal draws your attention. You spin towards the nearest play structure a good few feet away. Red eyes glimmer in the shadows like rusty stars in the sky. Their face spins slowly, this way and that, the tingling of bells accompanying every move. They crawl over the top of the structure, clambering front first down its side, with slow, deliberate motions.

You narrow your eyes as they descend. They return the favour, limbs beginning to glow brighter in the darkness. You stand your ground as they loom at the base of the structure.

“Who are you?” A sizzling voice asks as their head tilts, body twitching a little here and there. You take a step towards them, looking them up and down just to be sure. They stay put, hissing in warning, low and gravelly. You glance at the present in your paws, squinting in the gloom. They tilt their head the other way, their teeth seeming sharper than you thought from further away. With another look at them, you feel your confidence grow.

You stand up straighter, chest puffed out as you hold the blue present up with just as much pride as before. They recoil just a bit, red eyes narrowing on you and the gift in your open paws.

“What.” They say flatly rather than asking. You try to raise it a little higher to insist they take it, having to stand on the tips of your toes to do so. “For me?” They ask after a long silence. You nod with a smile, undaunted by how they loom over you. You’ve seen much scarier than this guy, that’s for sure, and you try to make sure they can tell how unafraid you are. They study you for a moment longer before gingerly plucking the colourful box out of your paws. They read the tag with apparent curiosity and tilt their head at you again. You pat your badge again. They seem to understand, but their face falls suddenly into annoyance.

“Shut up.” They grumble, attention clearly not on you. You tilt your head at them this time while they shake theirs. “Sunny.” They say as if that answers everything. “We share.” They gestured to their body when they realised you didn’t understand. You mouth an ‘oh’ and nod along with a soft smile. That makes sense!

The both of you turn your attention back to the freshly delivered gift. You gesture towards it a few times, urging them to open it before they gently pinch the sparkly ribbon between their fingers and pull. The ribbon and the paper falls away and they squat down to hold it where you can both see it.

A box?

You share a glance of curiosity. They turn it around in their hands, quickly finding the lid to open it. The dark wood box had a plush blue interior and a little character you don’t recognise on a pedestal at the back. Moon’s eyes narrow on it and you wonder how much jewellery they could possibly have as an animatronic to warrant getting what you’re guessing is a jewellery box. They move their hand to the underside of the box and their eyes widen. Moments later, you hear the sound of a mechanical crank turning, much like the many wind-up toys you’d delivered before. By the time you realise what you’re looking at, Moon releases the crank and soft music begins to play. You don’t recognise the song, but Moon clearly does, and it’s beautiful all the same.

A serenity falls over you both as you watch the little character in the box spin and the listen to the pretty tinkling notes of the melody.

“Thank you, friend.” Moon asks as the song slows and eventually comes to a close. You turn to them and they snigger a little. “Sunny would like to thank you as well. He got carried away, didn’t he?” Despite the question, they seemed to know the answer already, and they obviously weren’t surprised when you nodded a little awkwardly. “Typical.” The amusement was unmissable, just like the smirk on their face. “Thank you from us both, friend.”

You stand up straight again, clasp your paws together and give a single, meaningful nod, a proud smile across your face. They gaze softly at you and ruffle the fluff between your ears. You bat at their hand playfully and they pinch your cheek and bop your nose. Shaking yourself out a little indignantly, they snigger at you.

“Many more deliveries?” They ask, gesturing towards your backpack. You step back with a nod that they return. “We will not keep you. Good luck, friend.” When Moon waves, you wave back with enthusiasm. You hope to see the both of them again soon… but for now, as you stand outside the daycare’s doors and pull the next present from your backpack, you have deliveries to make.

Where will you be going next?

[lumenflowered]

[Another video file is attached. This appears to pick up where the previous one left off, as Maria now has a Pokéball in hand herself.

With a nod from Dee, both release the Pokémon within onto the battlefield.

"Rakuyo, go."

"Gascoigne!"

Maria's first Pokémon, it seems, is her Meganium. And Dee's is... a Persian. A particularly large Persian, as far as the species goes; this one comes up nearly to Dee's shoulders while standing on all fours.

Rakuyo doesn't look particularly intimidated.

"Let us begin," Maria says, now focused on the battle at the exclusion of all else. "Rakuyo? Light Screen."

Rakuyo begins to follow the order, setting up a screen that will protect from (some) attacks—"Fake Out."—only to be interrupted by the massive cat barrelling headlong into them.

"Ah." Maria pauses. "Well. You cannot do that twice. Light Screen."

"Bite," Dee responds, and her Persian obeys, jaws clamping down on Rakuyo's leg. But the Meganium is undeterred, and finishes setting up the screen anyway.

"Nicely done," Maria says. "Retreat for now."

In a beam of red light, the Meganium is recalled to their Pokéball. Sent out in their place is a Furret.

"Bite, once more."

...A Furret who doesn't look remotely thrilled about being bitten by a Persian nearly twice her size, but is small enough to wiggle her way out of his jaws on her own without too much trouble.

"Hunter, Headbutt!"

A Furret who all too gleefully twists around and does precisely that. Gascoigne, thoroughly unprepared to be Headbutted very hard by a tiny little thing in such close proximity, staggers backwards.

"With me still?" Dee asks, uncertain.

Gascoigne shakes Hunter off of him with a loud yowl, which... is honestly an answer in and of itself.

"Oh! Good. Return, then."

It seems that Dee means the move Return, not the action of returning, due to the lack of a Pokéball currently held in her hands. Gascoigne understands her perfectly well, crashing into Hunter with a full-power attack.

Return, as a move, grows steadily more powerful the more a Pokémon likes their trainer.

Considering that Gascoigne's use of it slams Hunter into the floor hard enough that there's a visible crack in the tile when both Pokémon haul themselves back to their feet, it seems that this Persian likes his trainer a reasonable amount.

Maria waits only for Hunter to prove herself still capable of fighting before calling out, "Brick Break!"

"Bite," Dee tries—but Hunter, while smaller, is faster.

Gascoigne goes down. Hunter, admittedly, is looking like one solid hit will take her out entirely—and it doesn't help that the next Pokémon Dee fields is a Mismagius.

...A shiny Mismagius, no less. They're typically purple, not yellow.

"Henryk," Dee orders, "Shock Wave."

"U-Turn," Maria tries—but the ghost is slightly, just slightly, faster. When Maria recalls her Furret, it's not with just enough energy remaining to come back to the fight later, which is unfortunate.

Maria considers which Pokémon to send out for a short time. Not for very long, however. "Adeline! Shadow Ball."

"Ominous—" The other Ghost-type is unconscious before Dee can finish giving the order. Because Adeline, for better or for worse, bears a Choice Scarf. "—ah. Never mind, then."

Dee hesitates, longer than Maria had, before sending out her own next Pokémon: an... Octillery? "Patches."

"Shadow Ball," Maria says.

"Protect," Dee says, and Adeline's attack fizzles out harmlessly against a shield manifested just in time. "Now, just like we practiced. Double Team."

"Keep attacking," Maria tells Adeline, though her previously neutral expression is now distinctly more akin to a frown. "They cannot keep this up forever."

This is entirely correct: the shields that Patches continuously throws up to protect himself can only be thrown up so often, or else they risk failing catastrophically, and even a highly evasive target can only dodge so much.

...In theory.

In practice, only one Shadow Ball actually connects with the octopus over the next minute. The rest either meet with a Protect, or miss entirely—and the Octillery's trickiness, and ever-increasing evasiveness, are not helping matters.

"Surf," Dee says at last, looking remarkably pleased with herself. The battlefield—and the increasingly irritated Gengar on Maria's side of it—are promptly drenched.

As Adeline shouts something in the Octillery's direction, something that Patches responds to with what can only be described as an Octopus cackling madly, Maria produces a Pokéball and once again switches out her Pokémon.

This time, she sends out Rakuyo again.

"Ah," Dee says, face falling. "...Surf once more?"

Rakuyo doesn't seem particularly bothered by being soaked. If anything, the Meganium relishes it.

"Light Screen," Maria orders, further increasing the protection her Pokémon has from further Surfs. "Then... Magical Leaf."

"...Ah," Dee says, her face falling further as the leaves, instead of missing, chase that Octillery until every one connects and the mighty warrior Patches finds himself defeated.

But Dee herself isn't. Not quite yet. And it doesn't look like she plans on going down without a fight.

"Djura, Poison Fang!"

Her next Pokémon is a Crobat. A Crobat that promptly sinks his fangs into the already-flagging Meganium. Rakuyo tries, they do—but not for long.

Maria recalls them silently, nodding to the Pokéball. Next for her—

"Evelyn!"

—is none other than her Kingdra.

"Poison Fang, again," Dee calls out. The Crobat swoops in, devastation on near-silent wings, and attacks again in a move that just looks like it hurt.

But Evelyn stands unaffected—for a certain value of standing, when the Kingdra is already balancing upon her tail, but she has been doing that since she was a Seadra and has no intentions of stopping now.

"Ice Beam," says Maria.

Djura, to his credit, does make a token attempt at dodging the ice. He simply doesn't succeed. Nor, evidently, does he possess the fortitude to weather anything more than a single shot from the Kingdra. Djura goes down, and Dee recalls him with a growing frown in favor of a Venusaur.

"Flora, Leech Seed!"

Seeds fly out, spouted from the blossom on Flora's back, and while most miss their target, at least a couple do connect. And a couple, naturally, is all Flora needs to start slowly, ever-so-slowly, start sapping Evelyn's vitality.

Maria simply raises an eyebrow and says, again, "Ice Beam."

Evelyn's attack hits dead-on. It hits well. Perhaps too well.

The Venusaur goes down in a single hit. Dee gasps, both hands flying to her mouth in visible shock before she recovers herself enough to recall Flora. Her next Pokémon—her final Pokémon—could change everything.

Unfortunately, her final Pokémon is a Ninetales.

"Oh dear," Dee murmurs. "This isn't... Extrasensory?"

"Surf," Maria says—and a second eyebrow goes up to join the first when the opposing Pokémon's last, desperate effort to take Evelyn down results in her actually flinching. "Very well—"

The seeds that Flora planted still remained. As they had, all this time. Said Leech Seeds aren't enough, not on their own, to drain the last of Evelyn's vitality—but they are enough to weaken her.

"Gilbert, Swift!"

Enough that Gilbert's last, desperate attack is enough to take one of Maria's strongest Pokémon down.

"Well done," Dee whispers to her Pokémon as Maria recalls her own, considering as she does who to send out next. "Very well done!"

Maria’s options, at this point, are twofold: Molotov or Eileen. Arcanine or Honchkrow. Or Adeline, of course, who could certainly move faster than Dee's Ninetales.

After some deliberation, she settles on her Arcanine. Molotov, after all, is by far the most resistant to Fire-type moves—the very moves that Ninetales is strongest with.

(That Ninetales, in all likelihood, is quite possibly also very resistant to Fire-type moves, but Maria seems less concerned with that.)

"Extrasensory," Dee says hopefully, and it connects. But it's not enough—not quite enough, not even particularly close to quite enough—to take the Arcanine down.

"Crunch," Maria responds, and the Arcanine lunges.

"Once more—"

"ExtremeSpeed."

Quick as a flash, Molotov darts back in. The Ninetales sways on his paws, then crumples.

And that...

That is the last of Dee's Pokémon. A fact Maria only seems to realize about twenty seconds after Dee has recalled said final Pokémon. Her shoulders slump in visible relief.

It is at this point that the video ends, but there is likely another coming soon.]

[lovelyatomicpeace]

I don't know if you've ever watched the show Kim Possible, but how about writing a fic where Ron and Felix (the guy in a wheelchair who first appeared in the "Motor Ed" episode) are forced to clean up their clothes at Felix's house? As if a passing car suddenly covered them in mud while they were on the street 🤭

All about...belts

1496 words

Ron stoppable x Felix Renton

Hello everyone this is the first fanfiction I have written on a request: I am very happy to have received it and honestly I have to thank @milliardpeacecraft for having done to me this request. I hope I fulfilled your request and expectations as best as you wanted me to. Enjoy it

"the atmosphere is full of expectation, and the enthusiasm of young minds preparing for a friendly challenge is palpable: we are witnessing an extraordinary event that promises to be more than just a basketball game. We are facing a duel.

Felix's presence on the court changes the fate of the game: The wedge ball is thrown skyward and Felix, with a powerful thrust of his arms, makes the first movement. The audience erupts in applause that fills the air. Felix strikes first, dribbling the ball deftly and surprisingly fast ; his cyborg chair wheels glide across the shiny floor as if he had wings, Ron prepares to defend himself, positioning himself to thwart him.

Felix throws the ball and, with a perfect trajectory, hits the basket. The net moves and the audience cheers in approval. The ball whizzes through the air, and time seems to stand still as everyone awaits its fate. And what a shot! a bounce on the floor, perfect arc and...basket!

The crowd explodes with joy at Felix's talent."

"Felix, when you're done with your imaginary chronicle of the game, I'm going back in!" said Ron, in a tone of exasperation, forcing the words out between arm movements and laughter. Felix's wheelchair moved with a surprising grace, and each feint he made to chronicle the games of the match seemed to live a life of its own.

"Still, Ron, you can't deny it: every great game needs a great reporter!" He said it in a joking tone. Every shot Ron took seemed to be a small failure, while Felix seemed to dance in that chair of his, precise shots and plays that looked like something out of a movie.

"Come on, force yourself a little! Pretend there's an audience. Imagine the world watching us!" incited Felix, but despite that support, Ron threw that ball more and more awkwardly, and the foaming laughter mingled with the shots against the basket. When the sun finally began to set and the colors turned shades of orange, Ron and Felix found themselves completely covered in mud, their shirts soaked and their legs dirty from the long game.

"We are disasters!" exclaimed Ron, looking at his friend with amazement and amusement, Felix shrugged, laughing. "A disaster is just another art form, my friend." They finally arrived home, and Ron opened the door with one hand, the other busy holding Felix's wheelchair. The kitchen was awash with the smell of food that mingled with the scent of fresh mud. Felix's mother, squared the two young men with astonishment, before bursting out laughing. "Is this you? Or is this a trick for Halloween?"

"It was a miscalculation," said Ron, as his face colored with humiliation. "We were supposed to play basketball no make war on each other," said Ron sarcastically as he looked at Felix lopsidedly

"Before you take off your clothes and take a bath, at least try not to bring mud into the house!" Says his mother

Ron helped Felix move toward his room by moving his chair: looking in the mirror he could not help but laugh again, being completely covered in mud up to his neck. "I hope you know how to get these stains out-it's going to be a tough fight!"

Clothes were strewn everywhere, and the two boys were trying to disentangle their shirts and pants. "Felix, if I don't kill you, whose pants will I take off?" joked Ron, laughing as he approached him. The joke was followed by a gentle push that made Felix stagger. Ron's laughter turned into an expression of surprise as, with a hasty movement, he grabbed Felix's pants to remove them. Felix, stunned, found himself in an awkward moment: his pants had been ripped off, leaving him in breeches. But to his surprise a paper photo dropped from his pants pocket, gliding gently to the floor.

"But what is this?" asked Ron, bending down to pick up the photo. With a quick glance, he recognized the figures in it: a young Felix, his smiling father next to a stout man who appeared to be his uncle.

"It was the summer a few years ago...," Felix began "My father had decided to take me to the lake with my uncle. It was a special day, full of sunshine and laughter. I remember we had taken a boat trip, and then my uncle took us to a small pebble beach. We and played for hours. My father even dived in fully clothed, laughing like a baby...and I, well, I thought it was funny I asked him to play one of his wacky games but while we were doing it my pants slipped off...for no reason at all."

"I can't believe it!" Felix's voice interrupted as Ron's laughter grew louder.

"Ron, don't laugh!" scolded Felix, but there was a note of a smile in his voice.

"I'm not laughing at you, but at the situation! Just imagine your face! Can you imagine it? Your father's face!" Laughing even louder

Felix burst out laughing too, unable to hold back his amusement. "You're right! It was ridiculous! But the funny thing is, after a moment of embarrassment, my father and uncle began to pull their pants down, too."

Ron, continued to laugh and then, asked, "So, what did you do?"

Felix scratched the back of his head, trying to keep his tone serious. "We had to go home, and all I had was ... flowered boxers! Fortunately, an old towel of my mother's ended up covering me while I was getting my pants back on. But since that day, today is the second consecutive day I lost my pants!" The light in his eyes showed the amusement of reliving that story, now out of any embarrassment.

But Ron's life also had its own bizarre logic. Not even a quarter of an hour passed that, as he moved around Felix's room, his pants slipped off his waist and, in a moment of pure comedy, he found himself in a situation that would have been hilarious to anyone else. Felix, joining him in his wheelchair, began to laugh out loud. "Can I ask you, out of curiosity, why this keeps happening?" Ron paused, his face flushed but amused "I know, I know, it seems like a curse! Maybe I like running more than dressing appropriately! Or maybe I'm simply made of a material that rebels! You know, I'm not exactly the most coordinated type."

Felix wiped tears from his eyes. "Could it be that you have a defective belt or a plot against pants? Maybe it's just the fashion that doesn't forgive you?"

Ron's laughter echoed through the room. "I should take a tailoring class, maybe! Or maybe we should write a book called 'How Not To Be Ron: Twelve Steps To Keep Your Pants Worn'!" As the two continued joking, there was a sense of levity between them, but there was also something deeper. Every shared laugh and misadventure contributed to a bond that went beyond friendship. But both seemed oblivious to that feeling.

"Really, I don't understand why this keeps happening," huffed Ron, raising his hands in resignation. "It's like my pants have a life of their own!"

"Why Ron, you're clumsy!" teased Felix, as his gaze turned serious for a moment.

The sound of a voice coming from the kitchen interrupted their conversation. "Felix! It's ready! Come to dinner!" It was Felix's mom, about to serve one of her rich, fragrant dinners that would make any hungry teenager happy.

"I promise that one day I will find a solution for your pants," Felix said with a smile that hid the depth of his feelings, but his mind was caught up in deeper thoughts.

Something was changing between them, and he could feel it.

When they reached the kitchen, the aroma of tomato and basil sauce filled the air. "I hope you are hungry! Dinner is served," said Felix's mom, as she placed generous portions of spaghetti on the plates.

"Thanks, Mom!" exclaimed Felix, settling down next to Ron: with an awkward movement, Ron settled down, and his pants slipped back on. Hearing the cracking of the buttons coming off, Felix burst out laughing, as Ron covered his face with his hands in shame.

"Ron, you're a mess!" said Felix in laughter, but deep down he felt a mixture of tenderness and affection, "I think you need to learn to dress better, dear," replied Felix's mother with a smile as she served two servings of steaming spaghetti to the boys. "But I like your colorful pants!" she added, sending him an affectionate look.

Felix realized how lucky he was: his parents were incredible, and even though Ron was a mess, it was a mess that made him feel alive. Dinner continued amid laughter and chatter. Felix knew it was a special time, a time when even the smallest accidents made things brighter.

[rodrigobera04]

From now on, we will list the normal types.

NORMAL pure

Gibbon characterized as an opera singer.

Snake looking like a rope, tied in a knot.

Scared chicken, releasing its feathers to escape the predator.

Lizard that stretches its trunk, evolving into a more serpentine reptile.

Fish evolving and adapting to live on land into a mammal-like creature.

Coati with Groncho Marx disguise, uses the tail as a wig.

Hedgehog nurse, responsible for stitching wounds.

Hybrid of hare and tortoise, having the speed of the first and the protection of the second.

Civet with a slender body and skill in contortionism.

NORMAL/GROUND

Sandfish lizard looking like a walking fish.

Pig-nosed snake with X in its eyes, appearing to be crushed.

Puppy capable of sniffing bones and finding fossils.

Weasel or ferret that crawls on the ground like a snake.

Armadillo helping with construction work, its shell looks like a construction worker's helmet.

Mud pig with a vegetable garden on its back.

Cute-looking creature that lives in a bucket of sand.

Creature lying face down on the floor, looking like a dirty carpet.

Oyster chest keeping smaller shells inside.

NORMAL/GRASS

Mouse with petals on its head that it covers to hide its face.

Wooden alligator, camouflaged as a branch or log.

Lettuce creature, using its leaves to fan.

Straw scarecrow, made to take care of farms.

Instrumental mushrooms, making drum noises.

Eggplant chicken laying eggfruits.

Snake of medicinal herbs, inside a bottle of liquid, creating medicine.

Palm tree standing still during the day and walking at night.

Fox with a fluffy, colorful tail made of ornamental grass.

NORMAL/ICE

"Hairy" trout adapted its scales to look like hair and protect it from the cold.

Snow monster that creates huge ice balls.

Fox can slow down its heartbeat and survive frozen.

Lemming coming out of the snow like in the whack-a-mole game.

Polar anteater, predator of vanilittes, with a long tongue.

Creature transforming its voice into freezing waves.

Seal that lives in mountains, sliding down them like a sled.

Frog surviving inside a huge ice cube.

Animal covered by a skin that covers it, looking like a blanket.

NORMAL/FLYING

Bat singing melodies and even replacing route birds.

Animal with a long tail that turns it like a propeller.

Woodpecker sticking out his pointed tongue to hurt his opponent.

Bird with feathers on its head that look like a huge hat.

Wind elemental antelope, being blown as if leaping into the air.

Bittern imitating a strange monster to scare enemies.

Critter jumping from great heights; uses its skin as a parachute.

Collared lizard using its umbrella membrane to be carried by the wind.

Flying lemur looking like a hang glider when flying.

NORMAL/ROCK

Pet rock, actually a turtle hibernating in its shell.

Hirax carrying rocks with its large tusks.

Small compsognathus, the route "bird" of its time.

Sculptor-themed "Smeargle", with a chisel tail.

War horse made of stone, very resistant.

Mouse breaking rocks with its drill teeth.

Lizard with stone spines, can inflate itself like a blowfish.

Little monster juggling stones and being able to throw them.

Female Pokémon that is decorated with shiny jewelry.

NORMAL/WATER

Small toy dinosaur, absorbs water to grow.

Axolotl with spots resembling bandages on its body; it regenerates quickly.

Fire-type predator aquatic snake, resembling a hose.

Catfish making noises like a real cat.

Swimming Pokémon with inflatable organs to float.

Cetacean spraying explosive bubbles from the vent.

Literal frogman looking for sunken objects.

Fish that imitates a rubber duck.

Tambaqui very docile, appearing to behave like a dog.

NORMAL/STEEL

Goat with horns looking like saws.

Mechanical ballerina that plays music, like a music box.

Pig made of melted coins, sniffs metal.

Mouse with a tail like a key, looking like a toy.

Gerenuk with a neck covered in golden rings.

Small beings that help with construction and repairs, based on tools.

Snake with a spring body, moves by jumping and traps the victim by wrapping itself around it.

Gourmet Pokémon with cutlery limbs.

Creature with an organ like microphone that amplifies its sounds.

NORMAL/FIGHTING

Sheep using their wool as muscle padding.

Hunting dog with its attacks based on its large jaw.

Cartoon animal with elasticity and resistance abilities.

Fighter capable of inflating himself like a balloon and repelling physical attacks.

Breakdance dancer capable of rotating his body and limbs.

Greco-Roman wrestling turtle, pinning the opponent to the ground.

Monster carrying objects and throwing them at others.

Duck with wings shaped like boxing gloves, but soft as pillows.

NORMAL/FIRE

Animal with a flaming tail that it uses as a torch.

Turkey that breathes fire, warmed by its plumage.

Fire-breathing llama, warm with its wool.

Flaming chameleon with color changing fire.

Tapir sneezing fire after being exposed to the sun.

Lizard swallowing eggs and frying them in its throat.

Pie monster attracting prey with its scent.

Goat that breathes fire, predators of scorvillain, counterpart of the polar anteater.

Dancing mouse using matches as sticks.

NORMAL/ELECTRIC

Animal from very dark forests, can glow in the dark.

Lizard glowing in the dark to attract insects.

Furry animal using static from its fur to group together.

Dolphin used by sailors as radar.

Rabbit with pointy ears resembling tasers.

Pikaclone house mouse using its socket tail to steal energy.

Monkey that climbs electrical wires, helps electricians.

Reideer using its antlers to light paths at night.

Dinosaur toy that runs on batteries to gain energy.

FINAL LEGENDARY:

Mythological pure normal farm animal that fed the hungry in hard times.

Normal pokémon list completed.

[writerwithbrainrot]

Chapter one: The Desire to Vanish.

Birise decides to go to the woods for a moment to clear their head. what could go wrong?

Warnings: Swearing, negative self thoughts, signs of depression, self loathing, social anxiety, crunchy peanut butter, gore, let me know if i need to add more!

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The bell rang through the halls of Burnmark high school, and within seconds teenagers were pouring outside of the school, rushing out the doors, all chatting loudly, happy the school day was over. Three O'clock was like five O'clock for an alcoholic for the majority of the high school kids in the town of Burnmark.

However, within one of the now empty second floor classrooms, Birise Pyrochie sat alone in their seat, staring off at nothing in particular. They played with their long blond hair, which needed to be washed and just stared, basked in a feeling of numbness.

The door opened and the sound of shoes hitting tile stopped.

"Birise? How come you're still here?" Mr. Harris asked, setting his binders down, papers on top for tomorrow's lesson.

Birise blinked, snapping out of their trance. "Oh. . .right. . ." They said, standing up, throwing their worn down black bag over their shoulder, tired blue eyes staring at the ground. Mr. Harris frowned.

"Birise. . .are you sure you are doing okay?" He asked, concerned. "You've been acting more distant than usual. I just want to know if you're doing alright."

Birise looked at the biology teacher, examining the worried look on his face, one not even his mighty mustache could hide. Birise sighed, and Mr. Harris spoke up.

"If you need someone to speak to, I am more than happy to help you schedule a visit to the councilor. she may be scary at first but I promise you, she's a very nice lady." He said, taking a paper to write something.

Birise frowned and shook their head quickly. Being in a small room, being interrogated by a woman who sees everything as a problem? "No, Mr. Harris. . .I'm fine, really."

He frowned and sighed. He paused, scribbling something on a paper. He placed his ball point pen down and walked to Birise, his shiny shoes tapping against the floor. He held out the paper, a number and an email written neatly on the paper. Birise rose a brow at Mr. Harris.

"Im not forcing you to go, but here, just in case you change your mind. Please remember while it may not seem like it, there are people here who do care about you." He smiled. "You should probably head home soon, I hear there's a nasty storm heading this way."

Birise nodded, taking the paper, and shoving it into their hoodie pocket. "Thanks. . ." They mumble, quickly walking out of the classroom, wanting to just be away from everyone. . .

Walking down the hall, and turning into the stairwell, the sound of just their footsteps echoing alone was comforting yet creepy at the same time. They paused near the window, and looked out, seeing grey clouds coming towards the town, the old red brick buildings still standing even after their creation over 100 years ago. Yet these old historic buildings were no longer surrounded by dirt roads and trees but rather modern day buildings and suburban homes of different colors. Birise frowned, blinking. They always believed it was somewhat disrespectful to the buildings, being altered and surrounded by the new buildings of today. Those new buildings built fast and quick could barely survive windstorms while those old brick builds had survived tropical rains that came in from hurricanes.

Their vision focused on their reflection, and a wave of disgust hit them.

They despised themselves so much. Being born a female they were unfortunately cursed with more hormones and worse acne than most. Their pale face was littered with acne spots and red spots, their blond hair in desperate need of a wash and their nails all broken and uneven from constantly biting them. And the worst of it all (to them at least) was their weight. They were overweight, chubby with a double chin and more belly fat than what Birise believed to be acceptable. Hence why they wore baggy clothing, which made them look all the worse in their opinion. Their body mixed with the deep bags under their blue eyes made them seem undesirable to be around.

Their eyes was the only thing Birise liked about themselves. Their pretty blue eyes that reminded them of the sky and the sea. According to their mother, it was their father who had blessed them with those gorgeous blue hues- shame they were in the head of someone like themselves.

Birise didn't know their father. There were no pictures of them on the wall, no letters from him to their mother, there wasn't even a social media account with his name. It was like he slept with their mother and vanished into dust. Not a trace, not even a last name.

Birise continued on their way. Rather not get soaked in the rain. . .

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Birise walked onto the front steps of their home. The curtains were shut as normal and the yellow exterior of the two-bedroom home needed a good wash, and the lawn was beginning to look like a field. The stones of the home garden were not even able to be seen anymore, the garden so overgrown that the bricks and birdfeeder stand a memory of the past.

Taking out their keys, Birise unlocked the front door and entered the house. It smelled heavily of cat, making their heart ache. Poor Snowball . . .passed of old age a week ago. They kicked their old worn shoes off and left them by the front door and went further into the house, and immediately noticed two things. One, their mother and younger sister weren't home. Two, the white board on the wall near the kitchen had new writing on it in blue.

On the white board was a week schedule set up for Birise, their eight year old sister Emily, and their mother. It was set up to allow them to write down what they needed to do on certain days. Their mother's was full of neat hand writing, in every day was her work schedule and dates that bills were due. Their mother worked two jobs, and usually came home late and tired, trying to get enough money to support Birise and Emily while paying bills and food and other things. Their mother worked hard, yet she only ever seemed to have time for Emily.

Emily often followed Birise around, making noises and bringing her toys to Birise's side of their shared bedroom and playing near Birise's bed. Emily tried to copy their other too, having written her own times on her schedule, though the words were illegible.

Birise's schedule was empty. They never bothered to write down anything on the white board.

Reading the blue words their mother had left for them, Birise frowned.

"Please tidy up the living room and put the clean dishes away." It said. Birise sighed. Yes, chores were annoying, but it was the least they could do, Birise often thought about doing a little more around the house to help their mom.

But really, what was the point if Emily was to just mess it up again?

Birise went to their room, thinking before making a decision. They'd not only put the clean dishes away, but they wash the pile of dirty dishes in the sink as well. Yes, maybe that will help their mother out when She gets home.

Birise cracked a smile, and opened their and Emily's bedroom door. Their side of the room was a unorganized mess, as was Emily's side. Though, it irked Birise- Emily was eight, little kids weren't tidy. Birise was 17, how could they couldn't ever manage to clean their own room?

Throwing their bag onto their bed, Birise sat and stared at the mirror, once again criticizing and finding every single flaw in their reflection. God, why couldn't they be like the other girls? They were cute and skin, with small figures and clean faces. Why couldn't they have friends? Birise was a likeable person, why did no one approach them?

Birise glanced at the window, and paused, seeing the time on the alarm clock on the nightstand on the window sill. it was almost four O'clock. . .

Birise stood, and slowly made their way to the kitchen, phone in hand, some dirty dishes in hand as they scrolled their songs. Placing down the bowl and cups on the counter, Birise leaned against the counter, looking through the songs, a numb feeling coming over them again. It felt almost like have a veil over their face, like their phyiscal body was just numb of all feeling and movement.

their phone rang, and Birise jumped, snapping out of the trance. They paused, seeing it was their mother. Birise pressed the green button on their screen and started talking.

"Hey mom."

"Hey sweetie." Their mom's sweet voice said, the sound of the nursing home their mom worked at getting through the speaker. "I'm going to be a little late coming home. Did you do what I wrote on the board?"

Birise looked at the time. It was four fourty five? Wasn't it just Four o'clock?

"Uuuh, yea mom." Birise lied, eyeing the dishes nervously, anxiety building up. "I put the dishes away- and I picked up all the toys in the living room."

Their mom hummed. "Thats great sweetie. Could you do me a big favor?"

Birise held back a groan. "Yea, what is it?"

"Could you pick Emily up from daycare for me? And then pick me up some more peanut butter at the convenience store on the way back?" Their mother asked. Birise bit their lip. "There should be money on in the cookie tin on top of the refrigerator." Their mother continued. "You don't have to if you don't want to. I can-"

"No mom, I can handle it." Birise said, the thought of their mom going out of her way while running late made guilt fill their stomach.

"Are you sure? You're not too tired from school?" She asked.

"No, I can do it mom." They said. "I love you. . .I'll see you after work."

Their mother blew a kiss through the phone as Birise hung up. Damn, how unlucky.

Quickly putting the dishes away and haphazardly placing Emily's toys in the play bin and throwing their snack wrappers away, Birise reached up and snatched the cookie jar, taking out two five dollar bills.

They turned, music playing in one ear. Yes, a nice walk. Walking was nice, the sound of shoes on the pavement, the fresh air, going somewhere with a mission. It was like picking up a side quest from an NPC they liked. However, anxiety and seconds thoughts started to fill their head as they put their worn out sneakers on. They didn't really need peanut butter, there was some still in the jar. There wasn't a need for themself to go out to the convenience store. Besides, their mom said they could just pick up Emily and the peanut butter. So what? People were mean, and stared, and Birise would get weird looks from the people at the day care, with their oversized clothes and face filled with disgusting scars and acne. It would be best to stay home, yes-

Birise's phone buzzed and they blinked, snapping out of their trance. checking their phone, they looked and saw a text from their mother.

"Thank you so much. I love you."

I love you. . .

To some it may seem like just words, you say to express feelings, but to Birise it meant everything to them. Those were the words their mother told them every night as a young child, the words their mom would say when Birise entertained Emily, when Birise got a good grade on a test, the words that she told Birise the day Birise told her that they were nonbinary and into girls.

"It doesn't matter who you are or who you like. I will always love you, Birise. You always be my child." Is what their mother told them after they came out.

Birise stared at the message, and felt determination flood through them.

Yes, they would do this. For their mom, who tried so hard.

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"And then there was a giant dinosaurous and it went RAWR!" Emily exclaimed, a bright pink backpack on her back as she happily retold one of the adventures she had gone on with her friends at school.

"That great Emily. . ." Birise said, trying to hide their annoyance, watching Emily basically bouncing around in her skin. How come she had so much. . .energy?

"Where are we going sissy?" She asked, pulling on Birise's hand, her short blond hair a knotted mess. "Are we going home?"

"No." Birise said. "Mom asked me to buy peanut butter. So we are stopping by the store and getting peanut butter."

"Can we get the crunchy peanut butter?" she asked. Birise cringed.

"Ew, no. You really are a snot."

"Whyyyy?" Emily asked in a whine, her brows furrowing in frustration. Birise glared.

"Because crunchy peanut butter is like eating flies in your food. Smooth peanut butter is the best."

Emily glared back at Birise. "You're peanut butter!"

Birise gasped, mocking hurt. "How could you! After all I've done for you?" they said in a joking way.

"All you do is lay in bed and play on your phone." Emily said, kicking a rock across the sidewalk. Birise went silent at this.

Crossing the road, the two rushed across the small parking lot to the convenance store that was situated next to a McDonalds, which Emily loudly complained about how she couldn't get a happy meal seeing the fun little collectables on the poster against the window. Birise rolled their eyes and brought Emily inside the store. Great, now not only will everyone think that Birise is gross, but also that Emily is a little shit.

Walking past the toy and house item isle, Birise and Emily entered the food isle. Birise sped walked to the peanut butter, and cringed at the off brand peanut butters.

"Blegh. . ." Emily said, look at the few options.

Birise hummed in agreement, taking one large jar. This would have to do. . . Birise looked down and saw Emily holding a small jar of crunchy peanut butter. "You are an anomaly" Birise said. Emily grinned, "Ill tell you where Momma's candy stash is if you get it."

"Are there Reese's cups?"

"And Pocky."

"Deal." Birise said, holding their hand out. Emily took it, doing a handshake, an unbreakable deal made between them.

"Aaaw!" A girl's voice said behind them, and Birise froze, anxiety creeping up in their throat. Birise turned and saw Melissa Delane, a pretty girl with dyed red hair and a cute round face and brown eyes. Birise felt uncomfortable, as Melissa smiled. "That's so sweet. I didn't know you had a sister!"

Birise cleared their throat, and Emily stared up at Birise with a blank look. "Yea. . .I do. . ."

"She's so cute, I have a little brother and he's just a walking natural disaster." She said, holding a box of cereal. "Hey, do you maybe want to have lunch with me tomorrow?" She asked, "I noticed you don't really eat with people."

Birise frowned, "Yea. . .no sorry. . .really busy with. . .school work. . ."

Melissa frowned but nodded. "Yea, I understand. . maybe some other time then?"

"Maybe. . ." Birise said, and Melissa awkwardly rocked on her heels.

"Well. . .see ya. . ." She said, turning and walking away. Birise turned, quickly moving to the check out area, mumbling annoyed under their breath.

Buying the peanut butters, Birise and Emily started to walk back home in silence, Birise spacing out and Emily staring at her small jar of peanut butter. After entering their street, Emily finally spoke up, the sky still grey and ominous threats of rain even more prominate.

"Did I do something bad?"

Birise paused and turned. "What?" They asked, brows furrowed, looking down at Emily.

"You're upset. . .did you not want the peanut butter. . .?"

Birise glanced away. They were never good at comforting kids. "No. . .No it was nothing you did."

"then why are you mad?" Emily asked.

Birise side, turning onto the path to their home's front steps, pulling out the keys. "Its just. . .I don't really know. . ." Emily just blinked, confused. Birise opened the door, letting Emily go inside first.

"But why don't you know?" Emily asked, taking her dirty white and pink shoes off.

Birise turned the porch light on, kicking their shoes off as well. "I just don't, okay?"

"But-"

"Just drop it." Birise said, almost snapping, and seeing Emily's hurt face, lips quivering, Birise immediately felt guilty, and sighed.

"Hey, look. . .I'm sorry. I've just. . ." Birise ran a hand through their hair. "I've just got stuff on my mind. Listen, how about I turn on some cartoons for you to watch, and then I'll make you a peanut butter sandwich with your crunchy peanut butter. How does that sound?"

Emily nodded, handing her crunchy peanut butter to Birise. Birise took it and grabbed the TV remote as Emily climbed onto the couch, Turning the TV on, Birise found the cartoon channel and handed the remote to Emily. "Here, I'll make your food."

Birise, after fighting with the lid, finished making Emily's food and gave her the peanut butter sandwich. "Here."

Emily said nothing, too engrossed in the TV. Birise sighed, walking down to their bedroom, and after grabbing some fresh clothes, went to take a shower. . .

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"It's pouring pretty hard. . ." Birise mumbled, hair wet from their shower, watching the rain slap against the window. They looked back at their phone, playing a mindless cat game, starting to feel numb again, listening to the rain and the TV from the living room. It was maybe six O'clock when the sound of a car pulling in was heard and Birise sat up. And a moment later Emily yelled "Mommy!" from the living room. Birise stood up, tossing their phone on the their bed and exited the room, and saw their tired mother entering the door, carrying two backpacks and Emily hugging her leg. Birise walked over and took Their mother's bags.

"Oh, thank you, Birise." Their mother said drenched, the sound of the rain letting up heard outside. "Ah, what a day."

"How was it mom?" Birise asked, placing the bags on the small table in the kitchen as their mom picked up Emily who hugged her tightly. Birise watched their mother go to the medicine cabinet, opening the wooden door and grabbing a bottle.

"Oh, what a nightmare. We had to assign a new doctor to one of the elderly man because his psychotic breaks are getting worse. Convinced his old nurse was his EX wife who cheated on him." She said, filling a cup up with water to take her pills. "Thank you for doing what I asked, Birise, You have no idea how much it helps." She said, smiling at Birise and placing Emily down, taking her meds. Birise frowned but nodded, glancing out the window.

"Yea. . ." They said, watching their mother start to fill the sink up with water and soap, guilt welling up in their chest. "Hey mom-"

Emily walked out hearing the TV and their mother turned. "Birise. . .Answer me honestly. . .are you doing okay?"

Birise paused, taken aback.

"You. . . you have been staring off for hours on end and seem to loose track of everything. . . and you always look so sad. . .honey. . .you know if you need to talk to someone, you can talk to me- or I could see if I can get you an appointment to see a therapist."

"Mom, I'm okay." Birise said. "You don't need to worry about me. . .I'll be fine. Promise."

"You don't have any friends, Birise. You used to be such a social gir- I mean child. . . is something going on at school, or-"

"Mom." Birise said a little more firm. "I will be fine."

Their mother paused, looking worried, but nodded.

"I'm gonna go for a walk." Birise said, turning and grabbing an umbrella. Their mom gave them a look. "In this weather? I think not."

"Mom, its sprinkling, I wont go far." Birise said, smiling at their mother. "Ill be back before you know it. . .I promise."

Their mother reluctantly nodded, Watching Birise put their shoes on. "I want you back before dark- and if it starts to rain hard you come straight home!"

Birise just waved, leaving and shutting the front door. Their mother stared at the door. . .worried. . . a horrible feeling something bad was going to happen. . .

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They found themselves walking through the nearby nature walk five minutes later, staring at nothing in particular, not caring their shoes were now caked in mud. This was just what they needed, fresh air. . .

Suddenly, they hear bushes moving around and- Birise ever so paranoid- turned, staring at the rustling bushes. The head of a very familiar white cat appeared and Birise's heart stopped. "S-Snowball?"

The cat meowed, as it turned and dashed away down a path. Birise knew it should be impossible- snowball had died of old age a week ago yet that cat looked exactly the same. . .

They ran, ran down the path into the trees, the cat meowing loudly like a guide. "Snowball!" Birise yelled, chasing the cat that weaved between the trees. "Snowball! Wait!"

The cat took a sharp turn, and beelined Straight into the woods. Birise panted, legs burning. "Damn it! Why am I so fat?!" Birise yelled in frustration, trying to follow the cat, completely unaware they were going uphill, farther away from town.

Suddenly, the trees broke, and it had went silent with no cat in sight. Birise leaned against a tree, panting hard. "Damn it!" They exclaimed, frustrated. They shouldn't have chased that stupid cat. Birise looked around, still winded, legs burning, and they realized they didn't recognize this area at all. How far had they gone? Where were they?

Birise cursed, walking out into the clearing, still holding their umbrella, their hand reaching into their pocket for their phone. . . only to not feel it. Birise panicked, searching around themself when they remembered. They had left their phone on their bed.

"Fuck!" Birise swore, iritatted. looking around. The grass was tall, up to their knees and the trees around them were big and strong. This was an area that had been empty for a long time. . . and seeing what looked to be a path through the trees that started to walk to it. The second their foot hit the treeline, a loud meow was heard behind them. Birise turned, panting still. . .and saw in the middle of the grass. . .

"Snowball. . ."

However. . . the cat just stared for a second. Birise turned, now fully facing it. . . when it happened.

There was the sound of bones snapping, and snowball's head went 180 degrees, the head looking at Birise upside down, blood pouring out of its mouth as the horrible sound of ripping flesh was heard as the legs tore off the cat's body, and black stick like legs appeared, increasing the high as it stood, and the head popping off, and a long black stick like neck appeared, growing up until the disfigured face of snowball stared at Birise. Birise looked in horror at the abomination, feeling absolutely horrified and sick. This wasn't snowball. . .it wasn't even a cat.

It hissed. . .

And lunged.

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Thank You so much for reading Chapter one of Blackout! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! If you have any criticism or tips to give, don't be afraid to give them! Have a good day/night!

Also, thank you for @hotcheetohatredwastaken for encouraging me to write this!

[writinggoesgreen]

any story where you have an excuse to make everyone strong as hell and very sweaty is perfect to me. here are some quick inspo ideas for my most beloved au type.

commercial chain gyms have a pretty standard array of equipment (cardio machines like treadmills, rowing machines), resistance machines, mats, and free weights, and will usually focus on having a lot of machines to sustain a larger, diverse clientele. they also probably run a pretty diverse selection of classes. they may also have callisthenics and body weight training areas.

body building gyms usually look pretty different to commercial gyms - they might be smaller, and a little less shiny, for some reason. as a specialist gym, they tend to be a little smaller in terms of number of stations available. if they're targeted towards strong man competition style working out, you might even have crazy things like huge truck tires to hit with a hammer or throw around. i went to one once that had a busted fiat 500 for people to lift. i dunno. go wild.

boxing/martial arts gyms will vary depending on what martial art they are teaching. they may also teach a variety, or just one kind, depending on the trainers. a boxing gym might have punch bags and a ring, but somewhere that teaches jiu jitsu, which fights on mats, probably wont have a roped ring. there might be some overlap in what is taught (muay thai, kickboxing, and mma have similar skillsets, for example) so they might run different sessions for each. a lot of places run kids and women's classes, too. if you aren't a practitioner of the martial art you're writing, doublecheck things like if they are graded, if there is often a sparring element to training, or if there is a specific uniform, as these things vary massively.

i have never been to a women's only gym but they function pretty similarly to most standard gyms, with the general equipment you would expect. it's only really the people using it that seperates it.

yoga studios can be very small, or very big. they will usually have soft floors and mats, as well as things like yoga blocks, straps, and balls. if they also teach pilates, there might also be some pilates machines. there might also be seperate rooms, for different classes, or meditation spaces.

similarly, dance studios can be any size, and like martial arts gyms, can specialise in a single style, or multiple. maybe it's run by a single dancer who only teaches tap, or maybe there are a few instructors who teach a variety of styles. what it looks like will vary massively depending on that.

swimming pools will usually have... a body of water. they may also a sauna, a shallow pool for kids, and depending on the pool, a play area. these also tend to run classes.

here is a suggestion list of different classes a gym might run, sorted into categories. these have been pulled from as diverse a group of gyms as i could find in my area, for a more realistic selection:

cardio: body combat, spin, zumba, circuits, body conditioning, bootcamp, HIIT. strength: learn to lift, absolute abs, kettlebells, upper body blast. dance: here is a school in london with a huge variety of dance classes for inspo. martial arts: self defense, boxing for fitness. i wont list every kind of martial arts here because it's pointless, so here is the wiki page for it. note: some of these are closed cultural practices, and would not likely be taught outside of where they are traditionally practiced. misc: personal training.

after moving to a new city, character a joins a gym class at random in a desperate attempt to make some new friends.

character a starts a new job at a local gym as a personal trainer, and isn't counting on the yoga instructor being quite so... flexible.

after an injury, character a starts doing some physio work at the gym. character b is in charge of their recovery.

character a takes their kid to a swimming class every week, where character b is the instructor taking the class.

despite knowing what a cliche it is, character a develops a humiliating crush on their personal trainer. it can't be helped - character b seems to exclusively wear obscenely tight t-shirts to work.

character a is a lifeguard at the pool where character b swims every morning, and quickly becomes a very strong motivation to getting up at 5am every day.

character a works at a family-run gym, and their bumbling crush on one of the regulars, character b, is becoming increasingly difficult to hide from their nosy siblings.

working on entering their first competition, character a works with character b in some one-to-one sessions, only to find them sitting in the front row come competition day.

character a returns to training after an injury in their last fight shattered their confidence. character b, their coach, helps them get back on their feet.

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

“It hurts.” “I know (condescendingly)” for Primecest?👀❤️

Morty should have known better. Well, he knew better, that was the thing. He knew better than to ignore what any Rick - especially Prime - orders him. It was simple too; just stay on his ass until Prime got back.

But Mortys weren't made to be still, sit obediently. They were Ricks' little helpers, sure, but they were curious and a little ball of neurodivergent anxieties. Left alone, they would either masturbate or touch things they had no authorization to touch. Or both. Most of the time Mortys did both.

So, it wasn't really Morty's fault that after finally being untied, he wanted to explore the room. It was so different from his-

Oh. Wait. Prime was his gr- his original family member, wasn't he?

-the Rick-He-Lived-With's garage, he just couldn't help himself. He had to explore all those shiny buttons and sleek designs and strange devices!

He just wanted to look around for a bit. It wasn't his fault that it took longer than he anticipated and that Prime would get home get to the base earlier than expected.

"Well, well, well, look who can't follow orders." A voice came from behind Morty. The young boy winced, dropping the metal object from his hand, which crashed against the floor with a big cling. Morty froze, his freeze reflex completely taking over his fight or flight ones.

"Looks like that fucker Rick couldn't teach you to obedience." Morty could hear the maniac grin in Prime's voice. The blood froze in his body as the fear gradually crept up on him.

It was worse than the screaming belittlements his Rick tended to throw against him. Much worse.

"I-I-I'm s-s-sorry, I-I d-didn't mean to," Morty forced himself to say it without turning around, his stuttering getting worse as he broke out in cold sweat. He didn't dare to move, he felt like he was a little, defenseless bunny against the big bad predator. It shouldn't have made sense; Prime looked so scrawny, so young and carefree - but that just made him even more terrifying.

"Look at me."

There was no way Morty would refuse it. Ducking his head, he turned around, fidgeting with his hands. The door shut behind Prime with a final-sounding, ominous click.

Morty started apologizing immediately. "I-I'm sorry, R-R- Prime, I d-didn't mean to, I'm so, so, so, so s-sorry! I wasn't-"

"Quiet," the young-looking Rick ordered, and Morty, for once, shut his mouth. "I told you to stay put. It wasn't even a difficult task! Do you even follow what C-137 tells to you, or does he only keep you to up the difficulty level of your adventures? Don't answer," he interrupted, when he saw the pouting boy opened his mouth. "You were allowed to wait, unbound, yet you chose to disobey me. Such a bad, bad grandson…"

Morty gulped. That should have sounded bad and threatening - and it was! -, but… maybe he really was a fucking pervert as his family always accused him to be.

The unusual, kind of very weird Rick rolled up his sleeves as he walked over his seat, then sat on it, not looking away from the fidgety boy. "Kneel," he ordered.

Morty's knees buckled, and fell on the ground before he knew what he was doing. "So you can follow orders…" Prime smirked, and invited Morty closer with his pointing finger. "Good boy," he murmured.

Morty shuddered, and couldn't quite swallow his strangled moan back. He was close to tears, but it was a mixture of frustration, fear, shame, and humiliating want. The smirk became bigger.

"Huh… Maybe you are good for something else than just being a bait. We'll have so much fun until that loser finds us!"

"P-pr-prime, I…"

"Call me grandpa, grandson. After all, I am your grandfather." The salacious grin on Prime's lips promised lots of things. None of them was something a grandfather should do with his grandson. "Now, where were we? Oh, right. Your punishment…"

"No, I, Grandpa, please!" Morty pleaded, but one look from the older man, and he shut his mouth.

Eyes burning with something unidentifiable, yet something so familiar raked over his body. "Strip and come here," he ordered after long moments of tense silence.

A hiccuping sound left Morty's mouth, his eyes crossed over, cheeks pinking and heart rushing so fast as it never before, but he was quick to follow Rick's words. He toed off his shoes, before struggling with the zip on his jeans, tugging impatiently for a few moments. Finally, he managed to wriggle himself out of his jeans and socks, leaving his briefs for a bit longer, then pulled his shirt off in one swoop.

Standing in front of Prime - his original grandfather, the person, who killed Rick's wife and daughter, the reason for Rick's single-minded obsession -, only covered by tiny white briefs, being looked at like that… his inside twisted, and his little prick hardened.

He was a sick, twisted, perverted little fucker, just like his Rick told him he was.

He worried the hem of his undergarment with his fingers, hesitating, but he quickly shimmied out of them at the look in Prime's eyes, so icy-cold and powerful. Biting into his lower lip so hard he could taste the copper of his blood, he kneeled clumsily in front of the unhinged man. He really didn't want to obey, it was uncomfortable, and scary, and the confusing feelings swirling inside him didn't help either. He was on the verge of a panic attack, his breathing labored and shallow, but he just held still like the captured prey he was in front of a much bigger, scarier predator.

Prime was entirely too silent and too focused on the kneeling kid, making the experience even more uncomfortable. Morty could feel that any sudden movement could set Prime off, so he just stayed still, whimpering slightly.

"Well, looks like you do know how to take an order, grandson," Prime mocked, his lips curling up in a cruel smirk. It was both infuriating and strangely arousing, which, in general, was a great way to describe most Ricks. Unfortunately.

"It is almost a shame I need to punish you," Prime mentioned conversationally, his smile sharp and predatory, causing Morty's breath to catch in his throat. "You look so pretty down there."

"Come on, grandson, up here. Grampa's going to spank you until you remember to follow your orders like the obedient little puppy you are. Make you remember it when that loser gets here, trying to take you away, and you won't be able to take even a step. You will always be reminded who you belong to." Morty was covered with goosebumps as Prime let out a possessive growl. He tried to convince himself that he hated that, that all he wanted was to escape from this animal's claws, yet on top of his other bad traits, he was also a very bad liar. He couldn't lie even to himself.

Prime snapping his finger at him, as if he was calling a servant, or more like, a puppy, zapped through his body like a lightning bolt. The degradation… humiliation… possessiveness… objectification…

Morty learnt more about himself in the last few minutes than he did during his whole life. Red faced, but obedient, he crawled towards Prime, draping himself over his lap. Biting his bottom lip, he stared up at Pri- Ric- Grampa?, looking at him for approval, for any sign that would tell him he was doing a good job.

"Just like that, you little masochist," his original grandfather praised. Morty's eyes glossed over, his bright hazel eyes burning with a want for more. His already pink cheeks turned cherry-red; not even the wanton moan that left his lush, pink lips could make him blush more. He waited in breathless anticipation for what was going to happen, for the first slap to land, but it couldn't prepare him for the sting of pain. He let out a startled yelp, but before he could make an even bigger mess for himself by jumping out of Prime's lap, another slap was layered over the first one, now harder, as a reminder to be a good boy. He swallowed his whine, his body tensed, but as the third, the fourth and the fifth landed, his body became boneless, just a little ball of nerves.

Morty tried to squirm away, his senses going override, but the hand that wasn't spanking him, carefully pinned him down. He couldn't see from that angle, but he could feel Prime's breath quickening, as if he was just as affected by the punishment as he was.

Six… seven… eight-nine-ten.

Tears began to form as the last three slaps came in a quick succession to the same place. His tears turned to whimpering and sobbing, not used to this type of pain, especially because it mixed with the emotional one. His tears turned to whimpering, then sobbing as Prime's hand continued to hit Morty's aching bottom. 

"Goddam, you look so pretty when you are so pitiful," Rick Prime mumbled, turning Morty's head towards him with his free hand, making his neck twist painfully. Snot, drool and tears ran down on Morty's red face and open lips, and Morty felt gross, yet all he could see in the older man's eyes was want-

And was that… was that awe?

Another hit slapped painfully on Morty's fragile bottom. He already lost count of how many he had to endure already, and he was at the end of his endurance.

"P-please, d-don't… n-no more," he sobbed. "It hurts!"

A huffing sound reached his ears. Was Rick Prime laughing at him? Mocking him? "Oh, baby, I know. Don't cry anymore, it's going to be the last one. Grandpa knows you are going to be a good boy from now on," he said, his tone filled with condescending fake sympathy.

It should have been a turn off. Should have made Morty's skin crawl, his stomach turn upside down.

It wasn't.

Morty whined, breathing heavily, his heart trying to jump out of his chest as the last hit reached his sore, inflamed ass, making his body jolt forward, rubbing his aching little cock against Prime's clothes thighs. The friction made him cry out, his dripping precum drenching his grandfather's pants. His head felt full of light blue clouds and syrupy honey, like he was floating away.

Tears were running down on his cheeks as he stared glassily at nothing, his teeth unconsciously biting into his bottom lip. His hips mindlessly started to move, humping against Prime's thighs, as he was floating in the sea of pain and pleasure.

"You were such a good boy, Morty. You took your punishment so well." He could hear a low murmur, so low maybe he was just imagining it. He just knew it felt good to think he might have been a good boy.

Hands were caressing him, rubbing over his aching bottom and thighs, bringing feelings back to his body.

"So good, my little grandson." The praise is low again, but feeling less floaty, Morty is more convinced that he wasn't just imagining it. Finally he was acknowledged; he was a good boy. Rick said it, so it must have been true! First, he didn't even realize that the whining sound was coming from you, only when his grandpa's caresses became more present, more real, did he feel the strain in his vocal cords.

Breathing heavily, he returned his body, just to feel Ric- Prime's hand sneaking between Morty's thighs, reaching for his cock. The young boy jumped as warmly big fingers wrapped around his small dick, and he really couldn't be blamed for the small hiccupping noise that left his lips when Prime gently rubbed his slit. His touches were so in contrast with the previous punishment, it gave Morty a whiplash, but he wasn't complaining.

Having somebody else's hand on his cock, even if it was his grandf- Prime's - or maybe especially, because it was his -, was way better than the feeling of his tiny little hands.

"See, what happens to food boys? They get rewarded, while bad boys get punished," Prime teased, altering the amount of pressure he used on Morty's cock. "But I guess, reward and punishment are pretty much the same for you. You are just like your grandpa," the older man murmured. His strokes became more forceful, steady, yet purposeful. Morty couldn't swallow back his moans, his eyes closed from the pleasure, as his original grandfather brought him to the edge of the abyss.

"Yeees," Morty's moans increased, he was so close, so close-

"Cum for grandpa!"

That was all Morty needed. The young boy immediately came, his white cum drenching Prime's hand, pants and it even dripped on the floor. Only his panting breaths broke the silence; the older man let Morty get himself together.

Only when the brunette's breathing evened out, almost suspiciously even, did Rick Prime open his mouth. "Now, get on your knees and open your pretty mouth," he ordered, and helped the dazed boy do as he was told. Morty whimpered as he was forced to sit on his throbbing, aching bottom, slightly dizzy, and so very sleepy, but he obediently opened up.

The older man unzipped his pants, pulling his erection out, aiming it directly towards Morty's tear-streaked, messy, blotchy face, and pretty, puffy pink mouth. He didn't need much, only a few stokes before he was grunting, unloading all over Morty's face, painting his pink cheeks, bloody lips, half-closed eyes and thick eyelashes, curly brown hair white with cum.

It was an unconscious action from Morty to lick his lip to clean himself up, but tasting Rick's - Prime's! - semen didn't deter him. Lazily, he licked it up as best as he could, his little cock twitching uselessly, way too spent and tired to get up once again.

"You insatiable little bitch," Prime scoffed, but it felt loving and fond, instead of berating and disgusted. It made Morty ache more than his stinging ass could ever hurt. "Come," his grandfather said, pulling him up into his arms. Instead of leaving him on the floor, letting to get himself together, Prime picked Morty up, and took him to his room, where he laid the boy next to himself.

They fell asleep curled together, Morty tucked in as the tiniest little spoon, while Prime took the role of a big, menacing spoon, who silently dared C-137 to arrive while the two of them were sleeping.

That loser would never get his lovely little grandson back. Ever.

[heartofgoldenlight]

Your Brightness - Modern Ruhn Danaan x Reader Smut

The night was busy. There were drunk people all over the place. They were flying balls and broken glass. But that don’t effect me. As long as everyone isn’t murdered or isn’t complaining thing are good. But not that good. There was one person ruining my peace. Ruhn Danaan. The son of the biggest business man in the area. With his long shiny,black hair tied up in a bun. Loose grey t-shirt and black pants he was more than attractive. He looked like a greed god but in human clothes. And this greek god tried to talk to me several times this evening. Maybe I shouldn’t be that bitchy with him. He raised his hand to make order but before I could even react someone screamed. I looked around and saw some random big guy hitting woman. She was on the floor crying from his slap. I jumped over the bar and went to them.

-Hey what do you think your doing in my bar big men- I said with a sarcastic tone while trying to get the woman up. Her makeup was running down her now little purple cheek.

-I am giving this whore a lesson that she has to obey me!

-NO I DON’T HAVE TO!-she was with surprisingly loud voice.

-Ah you little….

-For gods sake. I know that you are some big,muscular guy that probably thinks that everything is revolving around him, but guess what. I MY BAR EVERYONE IS FREE AND NO ONE HAS TO OBEY NO ONE!!!

-Ohhh so you are going to give my attitude too. You stupid woman..-he raised his hand in ready to hit me. In this woman something broke. I looked around and saw that Ruhn throwed his glass at the big gus head and that made a little scratch. In matter of seconds Ruhn whet to him and some amazing moves the guy was on the floor. Blood was running down his lips and nose. Ruhn bet down to him and said something that made him open his eyes in fear. He immediately stand up and left the bar without a word.

-Now if someone here tries to touch any woman like this believe you will regret the fact that you were born. -he said with little smirk on his face while watching the group of friends of that guy. They all noded nervously. He turned to us.

-Are you okay miss?

-Yes,yes I am okay. Thank you both. Now I can go home don’t worry about me. My friend is coming to pick me up.

-Are you sure I can drive after I finish here.

-No,no thank you both. Thank you very much.-with the woman runes out of the bar.

-Sorry but can we talk in the back for a sec?-I said looking in his beautiful eyes that were cold electric blue but had something very warm in them.

-Yes of course!

We went to the small room behind the bar which was something like a little hotel room with bed television and table.

-Why did you stand up for us?-I said while closing the door behind us.

-No man can ever treat woman like this. I just could help but make him fell miserable. And plus that I couldn’t see him treating you like this.

-What do you mean?

- I mean maybe you don’t know me but I am one year ahead in college with I was liked you. Your brightness. People had believe in you. Trusted you. That’s why I started coming here more often and didn’t lose hope even when you didn’t show interest in talking with me.

-You really… really think this ?

-Of course I do.

In this moment he looked even more handsome than before. In this moment I just went with the flow. I got to him and kissed him. Straight,hard without warning. He kissed me back and his hands lates on my body perfectly. They started exploring my back,then my hips,than my ass. My hands went to his soft hair and strong shoulders. We went back and hit the edge of the table. Ruhn quickly change the position and I was the one pressed to the edge.

-You sure you want this little bunny?

-I am sure…

-And your sure you want me to fuck you on the table?

-Mhmmh……..

I don’t him to talk I want him doing other thing with that mouth. I managed to take his shirt off…

-You sure you…….

-For gos sake Ruhn you can do much more good things with this mounts. Just shut up and fuck me.

With this he went ballistic. In matter of second my crop and bra went on the floor. He made me bend backwards on the table and he got rid of my bottom too. He looked at my naked body and at my red bikini. He crouched down and got rid of them too. He looked at my now exposed pussy and licked lips. Without doubting he kissed my clitor. I skaked. He started sucking and licking. He was going in and out of me non stop. His hands were on both my things pinching probably making bruises. I saw worlds in front of me. And this world was soon going to crash.

-Ruhn….ruhn….. i am going to….to……come.

-Only if you come with my name on your lips honey.-and then he stopped. I could take it. I started screaming

-RUHN!RUHN!!!!!

With a little smile he started licking and sucking even harder. In matter of moments I came crushing down. My legs were shaking. My hands were scratching Ruhn’s shoulders. He licked every last drop of me. I started breathing heavily. I just came but I was needing him.

-Ruhn,ruhn…

-Yes bunny-he said standing up.

-Please…..

-Please what?

-Please fuck me.

He smiled. That smile made me wet again. He got rid of his pants and boxers. I stood in shock. It was big,massive and erected. My mouth watered like my pussy. He smiled even more when he saw my look. He bent over me and started kissing me. I replied with kissing him even harder. His mounts went to my neck then to my breast. Making sure there wasn’t a spot he didn’t kiss.

-So you want me to fuck you?-he said with my breast in his mount.

-Mhmhmm….-I said he bites a little. I let put a moan.

-Use your words bunny!- he squeezed his mount even more. My hands were scratching his back. My legs shaking unstoppably.

-Yes ,yes… I want you to fuck me…hard…on this table….Ahhh…Ruhn….please fuck me…

-That’s it my bunny.

With that he left my breast and stand up. He opens my legs even more and got comfortable. With a slow motion he put his member in me. He slowly went in with every inch. It fetter perfectly.

-Please Ruhn just fuck me already.

I set a beast. He started pounding. Not gentle. Hard. Like he wanted this for too long. His hair got out of his bun. His tattoos were shining on the light. He was filling me and crashing my world. I was close.

-Ruhn….I am……

-Come for me bunny.

I came. My legs started shaking even harder. My hands whitened from the was I was holding the table. I came again screaming his name. Not long after that he came too. His member was twitching inside me. He gently pooled out and carried me to the bed. We both layed down. And looked in each other eyes.

-Ruhn sorry but I have…I have to get up.. my clients.

- Shttt… Calm down little bunny. They probably all went to their homes after what they saw and maybe heard.

He said and winked at me. I laughed. Maybe this night wasn’t going to be only one. Maybe. I smiled again and hugged him. I felt asleep fast.

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Hello everyone! I hoped you like this I am sorry if there are any wrongs I am sorry just English isn’t my first language. Again I hoped you liked it and have a beautiful day!:)

[sol-shines]

how do they decorate their living space? the phoenix fire crew i mean

hi cam !!!!!

ooh let's see....

emma: definitely has some sort of workbench or desk with papers or other supplies sorta strewn all over it. they've fallen asleep there more times than anyone can count. probably has maps or notes or wanted posters stuck to some portion of her wall as like a planning space. but has some photos up too, most of the crew, but one or two of them with their family back on earth. i feel like she HAS a bed, but usually either falls asleep at her desk, in the cockpit, or with someone else when they FINALLY convince them to rest. i dont think they put a lot of effort into making their room seem "homey," yk? she's been in survival mode for a long time. also like 20 secret weapon compartments

audri: lots of little floating lights just scattered around, courtesy of Magic Shit. lots of blankets i think, she likes to be Warm. i think her room has a wall that can become transparent and is just a window to outside the ship. big ol floor rug i think. she spends more time lying on the floor than she cares to admit. doodles on the walls absentmindedly sometimes, or throws shit at them sometimes to see if they'll stick (when she's REAL mad, occasionally she'll put up a picture of someone's face and start slinging stuff at that). generally i think her room is the most,,, Scuffed, physically. she'll scratch up the walls, destroy bedding, there's a couple dents here and there. she truly just goes fuck it we ball. she'll set off volatile experimental spells in there, who give a shit anxbsmbcnx

xan: he has quite a few of those little plant hanger thingies.. he hangs out in the greenhouse a lot but he's gotta have some little ones with him in his room too. probably some type of holo-computer interface that he can pull up and dismiss at will. you KNOW he's got some fancy-ass lighting system. generally very neat but occasionally if you catch him in the middle of a hyperfixation moment there will be a good few takeout containers and chip bags and empty energy drinks tossed away absentmindedly

drake: in my head drake's room is the messiest akcndkncdm. both by virtue of him being a kid and a dragon lmao. he's a major hoarder so he has something shiny or interesting from EVERY dimension they've visited. i feel like everything is just piled up in there. very howl's bedroom from hmc if it was less opulent wizard shit and more "this glowy orb i found that looks sick as fuck" and other useless collections lol. i think his bed space is just a pile of everything soft he owns - blankets, stuffed animals, pillows, you name it - all in a giant nest that he curls up in.

cj: honestly i think he makes his look the most comfy? guitar propped up in the corner, a little vanity space to get ready and admire themself, posters of superheroes and biking stars and musicians he admires plastered on their wall (he prides himself on loving niche indie artists of ALL genres but also i KNOW they're a slut for frank ocean,,,,). has all sorts of honor awards and biking trophies on a special shelf. ABSOLUTELY has his wanted poster plastered front and center. also i KNOW their closet situation defies spatial logic (how is there a walk-in and why is it gunning to be the next portal to narnia?????)

thanks for asking !!! this was SO fun actually.

[pasenwe]

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