#I feel like shiiiiiiiit all the time

[floral-hex]

called the endocrinologist to make sure my doctor sent a referral a couple of weeks ago. Turns out, the reason I hadn’t heard anything is because I’m around #120 in the queue for an appointment and they’re only at #46. I don’t know exactly what that means, but I know it at least means I’m going to be waiting awhile.

[curvykittyyssmutfics]

A Little Lesson

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WARNINGS: Rough sex, Dom Jason, Breeding Squirting, Porn no plot..

MINORS DNI

"Oh fuck, oh fuck! JASON! Pleeeease, oh God, pleeease!" I plead for him to slow his deep ass rough fucking back shots. He instead speeds up as a big ass hand reaches down, grabbing a handful of my freshly done blonde faux locs, and puts my back in a mean ass arch. His sinister and merciless chuckle at my begging has me clenching around his thick girth helplessly.

"I ain't slowin shit down mama. You fuckin wanted this dick, now you gone take this dick. FUUUUCK." Jason growls out without a hint of damn remorse. His pace is steady as fuck as he buries his meat so far inside me that I immediately try to scramble off his cock. I don't slide even an inch of his dick outta me before my man quickly pins me to the floor of our bedroom. The carpet rubs my nipples and my clit throbs as I struggle to get free but Jason doesn't break a sweat as he effortlessly holds me down. His broad chest to my back, muscled arms now caging me, his strokes never cease their punishing rhythm. SMACK, SMACK SMACK, SMACK, SMACK SMACK.. His hips beat against the fat of my ass makin it jiggle wildly as he fucks into my overstimulated pussy like he hates me.

"Where the f-fuck do you think you're goin?" His gruff voice registers in my ear lowly. Between the blinding pleasure between my legs, the ringing in my ears and my wails, it takes me a moment to understand what he's sayin. Jason's chest presses me into the floor a bit more as he rips his fat ass dick from drippin pussy, leaving me to flutter around nothin. I try to steady my breathing, blinkin tears outta my eyes, and focus on his words.

"You know why this is fuckin happenin. Ain't no, uhn, fuck so wet.. Ain't no sympathy here. You shoulda thought about what I would do to yo bad ass." He says smugly, rubbing the tip of his monster cock on my pussy lips. I can't help but to give a weak moan as his cock catches the inside and he pushes in just to pull out. Jason teases me by dippin in and out of my soaked entrance, patting and smacking his dick in the wet mess to make small spatters of my slick drench his dick.

"The next time I'm workin out, oooh fuck, maybe you'll think twice about, mmmmm, comin in the gym actin like a fuckin slut. Shiiiiiiiit so good, had every fucker starin at my pretty brown booty." A hard smack lands on my ass as Jason spears back inside me halfway. The yell that comes outta me almost pierces my own ears but all I get is another sadistic laugh and a rough thrust to the hilt. He grounds himself by gripping my hips firmly and punishing me in the best way possible. His balls slap against my pussy, all sticky and wet from me creamin all over him.

If I thought his pace was rough before, he must be fuckin me at the speed of light now. I feel the muscles of his stomache flex against my ass as my juices smear all over Jason's lower half. I'm beyond being able to speak, eyes rolled in the back of my head as my tongue lolls outta my mouth. Drool seeps out my mouth and between my cheek plastered against the now wet carpet. The feeling of his tongue flicking sensually against my ear as a hand slides between me and the floor to finger at my throbbing clit, makes me jerk against him. I can feel his eyes on me, greedily drinkin in every expression that flashes across my face, savoring every single reaction my body gives him. Knowin how much he's enjoyin wreckin and watchin me helps push me to my fuckin end.

I open my mouth to warn him of my approaching orgasm but sayin anything feels like try to get out the toughest tongue twister. It's like I can't remember how to form words. My mouth moves uselessly, the only sounds comin from me being pleasured moans. Even with a muddled mind, I know I'm not to cum with out his permission during punishment. No matter how hard I try, with the way Jason's piping me down I can't do shit except moan like a bitch in heat.

"Dammit woman, this pussy is too fuckin tight, I can't keep this up." I hear the frustration in his voice as well as feel his hips twist slightly and tilt upwards, scraping the walls of beat up little puss in a way that has me clenching up as the pleasure explodes. It's his turn to jerk and shiver against me as I have the most explosive fuckin orgasm all over him. I can hear the audible splatter of squirt hit this man and I'm sure it made me cum even more. The intense feeling has me grinding backwards on his girth.

"Jaaaaase, baby, oh Jaaaasooon!" I loudly moan and scream out my pleasure as my pussy tries to simultaneously push him out and squeeze the cum from his thick ass dick. The twitchin throb of him makes it clear that he's now the one that can't take me. The pathetic whines emitting from him as he humps me roughly let me know he's about to bust.

"FUCK! Ahhhhh, gotta c-cum in my pussy now, gonna fill you up till you leak of me baby. Fuck, take it princess, take it, take it, take it.." His filthy words ending in a mindless mantra as he floods my pussy, punctuating dirty words with thick milky spurts of cum. I don't know how my stomache ain't pokin out with the load he stuffin me with. It feels never ending, my poor pussy quivering around him as he breeds me like a animal. He's loud as fuck, groanin out how good it feels, how good I am as he fucks up into me with no other mission than to unload.

Jason fills me till a bit spills outta me as he predicts, most of it plugged by the monster cock that hasn't deflated a bit. His dick continues to twitch and leak cum inside me as we both breathe hard through our nose. A few moments go by before I can manage a small push backwards with my ass into his pelvis, signaling for him to pull out. The motion crams his still very hard, very large dick against the soaked sore walls of my pussy and I yelp in pleasured confusion. He just came buckets and he's hard as a fuckin diamond! Jason chuckles before he responds in a menacing tone.

"You just dont learn.. Did I say you could fuckin cum woman?"

UH OH..

[plumadot]

In regards to your newest art that I Have Feelings About

A: SCAR NO DONT TELL THEM SHIIIIIIIIT!! oh oh oh! Is this why Scar changes his backstroy all the time? Because he gave it away and now doesn't know it?! HHHHHNGH

B: okay but I LOVE your iteration of the secret keeper! They way its hunched over manages to look really intimidating yet also like a toddler leant over to study a June bug (before possibly crushing poor buggy) and the roots look like worms which I just aldkslfkale dead-decay-rotted Secret Keepers which are maybe not explicitly evil but should make you unease YES YES YES

C: plume I wanna eat your scar 🥺🥺 he looks so squishy and tasty I just gotta BITE

Thank you for the delight I hope you have a wonderful timezone >:]

A: IT GONE. ALL GONE. EVEN HIS NAME. GONE

B: thank youuuuuuuu!!!!!!!!!!! ;-; i really wanted to turn it into like. a stone golem. i love how you describe it kgfjkdjg it's like an otherworldly magical being but also a curious soul who just wants to learn gkfjdkgjf that's just how the fae are i guess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

C: gjfdkgjfdg thank you i just. love him to bits kgjfkdjg

<3 <3 <3 lovely timezone to you too!!!!!!!!!

[ireadtoomuchyafantasy]

Shadows of Poni Grove PART 2

again warning!! swearing and gore !!

part one below! part 2 under cut

“Gladion, I need you to listen to me.” They don’t take their eyes off the new Ultra Beast. It’s juggling pokemon heads, bouncing from foot to foot. “We can’t reach Null, or the Marowak. I will buy you enough time to get out.”

“What!? You can’t take that on by yourself.” The pokemon heads are on fire now, shadows flickering up the cave.

“What you do next is very important.” She takes a sparkling stone from her bag. “Take this, and call the Tapu. Looker and his team should be in Poni Grove by now. Bring them back here.”

“I’m not leaving you. We-”

“We promised. I know. This… isn’t a normal UB. We’ll need backup.” She takes Glaidon’s hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze. She tugs his arm towards the cave exit. Gladion tugs his arm back, the other one raised to the back of her head. He sighs briskly, eyes darting between (Y/N)’s before he presses a quick kiss to her forehead. He stands up.

“Ow! Shit!” Gladion falls to one knee.

“You broke your leg?!” She snaps out of whatever trance she was in. “Shit. Take Sian with you.”

“A while ago. You…” He breathes heavily, tenderly standing back up. “You need your pokemon here to fight.” (Y/N) moves to support him. An unearthly sound rumbles from deeper in the cave.

“Before it got here, that Marowak stole my full restores. I know they’re somewhere in this cave.” She takes out Sian’s pokeball, whispering directions to the pokemon.

“You’re going to have your pokemon fight the UB, and-”

“Rotate out when they’re close to fainting.” She helps Gladion limp closer to the exit. “It’s risky, but we’ll make it work.”

“The tapu has never answered my calls before.”

“Then at least get Looker. Do what you can.” She presses Sian’s pokeball into his hand before running deeper into the cave. She takes out her other two pokeballs and rolls them to opposite sides of the approaching UB. (Y/N) exhales sharply, smiling to Gladion, who she knows cannot see her. Then she lets out a shrill whistle. All three of her pokemon burst out in an explosion of light. A booming roar sounds from the creature. Gladion stares tentatively at Sian. (Y/N) laughs loudly.

“Hey, Gladion! You did good.” He turns back to her.

“The Tapu-”

“Call Tapu Fini to help us. Go!” The creature’s footsteps echo towards her. Her lips pull back into a grin. “Hey Sian, gimme your sword.”

“You know, Poni Grove isn’t a popular place with tourists. Have you tried- Oh SHIT” (Y/N) jumps back from the creature’s fire blast, letting loose a short whistle to her pokemon, who attack on command. “Speaking of tourism, I would highly reccomend native Masaladas instead of native pokemon. If you’d wanna calm down I can take you to my favorite masalada shop. Maybe you’ll get along with Hau!” She holds up Sian’s sword to hit the creature’s shadow ball back towards it, observing its reaction to the type matchup.

“Full restore for you… Full restore for you… Round four! Let’s go!” Where was Gladion? Did he get lost— no, Sian was with him. What if there was another Ultra Beast? Why did she take his sword…

“Hey!” (Y/N) picks up a rock and hurls it at the creature. “Stay away from that one.” It hits the UB like a pokeball. The creature stumbles back as (Y/N)’s newly healed pokemon leap towards it. She runs towards the whimpering Marowak. Its surprisingly alive, though she has completely run out of healing items. They wouldn’t have helped anyways, seeing how close to death this one was. (Y/N) brings Sian’s sword to her palm.

“Ow!” She cuts her hand open. “Shit shit shiiiiiiiit.” Her blood dribbles down to the Marowak, hitting its skin with a sizzle. “That’ll make you feel better. Not me though.” The Marowak’s flesh regenerates instantly, and it stops shivering. (Y/N) winces at her palm before her pokemon slams into the wall inches from her and the Marowak.

“Huh.” Her other pokemon is thrown in a similar manner, on top of the first. “Uh oh.”

(Y/N) turns to face the UB properly, spinning the sword in her hand, and holding a rock in the other. She rolls her shoulders back, whistling low.

“Guess it’s just us now.”

The monster’s well aware of its typical victims, and it knows human eyes don’t glow.

Blacephalon watches with twisted amusement as (Y/N) moves through the swirling smoke, a predator's grace in her every step. Each time Blacephalon draws near, she swings her sword with wild precision, the blade whistling through the air. The creature recoils, an unnatural fear of her blood seeping into its mind, a feeling it’s not used to but finds disturbingly delightful.

She doesn’t rely on just the sword. Blacephalon observes as she gathers pebbles, larger rocks, and discarded Full Restore bottles, her eyes glowing a rich amber and her hands moving with swift purpose. One after another, she hurls them with uncanny accuracy, each projectile cutting through the haze with pinpoint precision. Her aim is unnervingly perfect; critical; the rhythm of her throws methodical, almost too confident. A grin spreads across her face, smoke breathing out of her. Her smirk a sinister curve that ignites something wicked within Blacephalon.

It’s as if she’s playing a game, and Blacephalon is both the opponent and the prize.

(Y/N) is too focused in the battle to hear the footsteps. Her hands are blistered and charred, legs aching with every move. Her sword arm is lagging behind, dragging on the cave floor. The creature watches her with unnerving stillness. (Y/N) drags the sword across the floor, the cacophony drowning out Looker and Sian’s cadence. The creature turns before (Y/N) does.

“(YYYY/NNNN)!” No. “It’s LOOKER! Gladion brought me her— WHAT is THAT?!” No no no NO!

The creature begins to glow hot white.

Gladion’s breath catches in his throat as Sian forcefully pushes him and Looker away from the impending inferno. He stumbles backward, pain knifing up his leg, the searing heat almost tangible even from a distance. His eyes widen as he watches (Y/N) jumps into the blaze. Gladion’s scream cuts through the chaos, his voice raw with terror.

The flames engulf her, scorching her clothes until they are barely recognizable. Gladion’s dry throat chokes on embers. Yet, instead of succumbing to the flames, an otherworldly glow begins to emanate from her, piercing through the inferno. Looker’s awestruck whisper reaches Gladion’s ears, “The blood of Ho-Oh… the rumors are true.”

But (Y/N) doesn’t pause to acknowledge the revelation. Fueled by a power that seems almost beyond human, she charges at the monster with renewed ferocity. Her sword slices through the air with deadly precision, and with a single, decisive swing, she severs the creature’s head in one clean motion. The head rolls across the ground, its unnatural bounce defying gravity. (Y/N) is huffing deeply.

Then, with a grotesque agility, the head leaps back onto the creature’s body, reattaching seamlessly. Gladion manages to swallow dry saliva. Sian growls beside him.

The battle continues, a brutal clash of steel and flame. They move to quickly it was hard to tell which one was (Y/N) and which was the UB. As the creature prepares to unleash another assault, Looker pulls out a Beast Ball and hurls it toward (Y/N) with a shout. Without missing a beat, she flips her sword and grips it like a bat. With flawless timing, she swings the wider side of the blade, connecting with the ball. It rockets through the air, a blur of motion, before striking the monster. The next moments happen in slow motion.

The ball snaps open, enveloping the creature in a blinding flash of light. It shakes. Once. Twice.

“(Y/N)!” Looker rushes toward her as the Beast Ball lands and begins to shake. The tension ripples through the group as the ball remains still.

“We can’t send it to a box,” she says, her voice softer, but somehow, different. Smoky. “Or to the professor to study…”

Gladion’s eyes flicker with uncertainty. He limps towards (Y/N). “What do we do with this one?”

Looker steps forward, “Let’s ask Anabel.”

A noise from deep in the cave makes the three of them turn. (Y/N) holds the sword up again, her focus intense.

The Marowak rises with a menacing growl, its eyes glowing like (Y/N)’s did, and its bone club gripped tightly in its hand.

“Aw man, I forgot that happens,” (Y/N) mutters in dismay, staring at the pokemon’s eyes as it lunges towards them.

The Marowak’s bone crashed into the Beast Ball with a resounding thud. The ball buckled under the force, distorting and collapsing with a deafening crunch. The air crackled with energy as the ball imploded, the intensity of the explosion shaking the very ground beneath them.

“Arceus!” Looker curses low.

Gladion pulls (Y/N) back towards him, wincing at the heat of her skin and also the extra weight on his leg.

A low, horrifying sound begins to emanate from the crushed ball, a noise that seems to vibrate through the very air around them. The ball defies gravity, lifting off the ground and starting to fold in on itself like a collapsing star, distorting the space around it as if a black hole were forming. The sound intensifies, a cacophony of whispers and shrieks blending into one terrifying symphony.

Then, with a sudden, blinding explosion of light, the ball implodes, the energy condensing into a single, small orb of light. Gladion pulls (Y/N) behind him and angles their bodies to shield her, but she’s looking at the pokemon.

Marowak, eyes glinting with a hunger born from something primal and ancient, steps forward and devours the orb in one swift motion.

“Oh, Arceus.” (Y/N) whispers in horror.

The light vanishes down its throat, and for a moment, the world seems to hold its breath, as if anticipating what will come next.

As the light fades, a shrill call echoes into the cave. Tapu Fini gracefully hovers in, her presence jarring against the chaotic scene. (Y/N) blinks, forgetting about the Marowak as a grin crawls through her teeth. She looks up at Gladion. "You did it," her voice fills with pride, "You finally called the Tapu."

Gladion nods, though his eyes are still filled with worry as he glances at the unconscious Marowak. The creature lies motionless on the ground, its body twitching slightly, as if caught in a disturbing dream. Everyone is bewildered, the tension in the air thick with uncertainty. “We need to get it to a Pokémon Center.”

But Looker steps forward, his expression grave. “No, we must take it to Anabel. She might know what’s happening.”

(Y/N) crouches down and carefully lifts the Marowak into her arms. As she does, its eyes flutter open, and a weak groan escapes its lips. Tapu Fini floats nearby, her gaze narrowing with suspicion as she watches the Marowak closely.

“Don’t worry,” (Y/N) reassures the guardian deity, "It's still just a Marowak. Whatever's going on, we'll figure it out."

But as she cradles the pokemon, a foreign energy begins to crawl through its body, radiating out in an invisible force. In Marowak's mind, a dark presence stirs, an insidious force that grips its consciousness with icy fingers. Its thoughts twist and distort, memories blending with something alien and malevolent. The laughter of Blacephalon echoes within its mind, a haunting sound that blurs the line between reality and nightmare.

Marowak's body is no longer its own; the bone in its hand feels foreign, the weight of its own body unfamiliar as if it is trapped within itself, screaming silently.

Outside, the girl feels the Marowak's body tremble, but tightens her grip, bouncing the pokemon like a baby as she hums to it. It makes sense that it’s acting different. It’s probably just her blood. Most pokemon are quite violent and in search of life force after something like that. Curious. The man is saying something but she isn’t listening. And that boy has an arm around the man’s shoulder, limping with his other foot. Very curious. A boy with the killer of its kind, and the girl with fire in her eyes and blood. The amber glow in Marowak’s eyes are snuffed out into a deep purple.

Hunger.

For more.

This isn’t the end.

[femmefighter]

I'll be greedy and ask 2, 6, 17 and 18 for the Fic Writer Asks 😘

Alright, I'm loving @btwxsixesandsevens 's idea of using these as a 'writing warm-up', so let's see how this goes!

2. Do you read/reread your own fics? Yes, very much so. It sounds conceited perhaps, but when I started my WIP, there was next to no Sokabine content whatsoever. So I literally went, "stuff it, I'll do it myself". I'm writing the story/stories I want to read, so yes I reread my own work. It's also great to come across horrible spelling or grammar mistakes and be like, "SHIIIIIIIIT" *RACES FOR EDIT BUTTON*. 🤣

6. Are there many fics you reread all the time? You bet there are! I especially read WIPs over and over, either when a new chapter is up to double-check what was going before moving on with the story, or just because I'm loving where the author is going with the piece; I love cheering them on with comments and I want to keep reliving it and wonder where the adventure's going next. I don't reread the completed multi-fics so much (but I do sometimes!), but I do love rereading some one shots! (I feel less guilty doing so coz they're shorter!)

And since we're here, might as well do some special shout outs: WIPs: Heart of a leader, soul of a rebel  by @halepo ; Crimson Dusk, Cerulean Dawn by @loevawrites ; Splintered Realities by @calyxborealis and Dreams and Madness by CarboniteCass Multi-chaptered fics: chaos, yet harmony by rain_sleet_snow ; Rid'alor by albedobrave

One-shots: what strange dreams have we shared by October_sky ; In Her Mouth an Amethyst by @ambiguityisnoonesfriend ; Love So Alike by @tatooinesun2121 ; Ka'rta Ve'vut by @kanskje-kaffe and never know what to say (but you get it anyway) by lostresidentevilpotter 

Decadent smut fics for dessert: Mesh'la by @machinerismsx ; ni kar'tayli gar darasuum (i will know you forever) by @augustfiction and pretty much anything written by @armoralor but especially Homecoming, Built to Wreck and Here & Now 

17. What's something you learned about while doing research for a fic? Well, my favourite concept (from Legends) was about Togruta blushing through the darkening of the stripes on their montrals and lekku! So the fact that Ahsoka blushes blue just makes me 😍 But I think the most interesting thing I've discovered is Operation Cinder, the world-killing revenge mission for Imperial remnants after the Emperor dies - and even though I haven't found anything to confirm it yet, I reckon Mandalore was victim to this operation. 18. What's one of your favourite lines you've written in a fic? Ugh, that's a hard one. The title of my WIP, Reach Out and Feel Me, is probably my favourite line to slip in. Maybe that's a cop-out. Fine, lemme think... Alright. A paragraph from Ch 18 of RO&FM, Sabine talking to Ahsoka: "The person I wanted to learn how to wield a lightsaber from I thought was dead. I resented Kanan because he wasn’t you, and I was horrible because of it.” ~~~ I dunno, I love that whole chapter of the first time Sabine has a lesson with Ahsoka in lightsaber sparring.

Well that was fun! Sorry for the avalanche. Guess I'm well warmed up now! Thanks for the ask 😘

[trashlie]

seeing the new MLQC cards via your blog and I gotta say I’m YELLING!!! Shaw & Kiro’s cards…. wow

You, my friend, have TASTE! Every time I discover you're into something else I'm..... very.... passionate about lmao I get so excited!

BUT THOSE CARDS!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

I NEVER thought we'd get to see Shaw treated as an actual love interest???? Like, it feels like they've been nudging it to see how far they can get before fans riot BUT THE KISS?! /THE KISS/?!?! SHRIEKS

Look I have unending loyalty to Kiro, he is my #1 of all time that is never changing hihigug7 lmao BUT!!!!!!! I have such a weak spot for Shaw. I love his stupid bratty self and I've really loved watching how he develops with MC, going from not understanding why these people are obsessed with her lmao to like... all his dumb lil tsundere lines 💀 The way I lost my SHIIIIIIIIT when he rested his head on MC's shoulder after using too much energy!!! The way he just shows up at her place and leaves when he wants like some cat?! The way it's SOOOOOOO obvious he's also fallen for her lmao YES KISS KISS KISSSSSSSS

Also they're SSRs so theoretically, when they finally come around to the Eng server, obtaining 2 might not break my budget...? lmaoooooooo

Screaming crying throwing up I need to go find spoilers for Shaw's date cos I already read Kiro's and fully ascended lmaoooooooo

(I did NOT expect them to be SSRs? I know we've gotten kiss karmas before that are SSR but idk I was surprised! Thank God they aren't SPs lmao)

Oh yeah!

THIS is full image of Shaw's kiss?! HELLO?! THE WAY HE'S GOT HER SCOOPED UP? HIS HALF LIDDED EYES /GAZING/ AT HER? /SIR/?!?!?! SHRIEKS I love it, it's beautiful, the art is GORGEOUS, the golden lighting, are they??? Wet?????????

Peak devastation!!!!!!!

[peaky-shelby]

OKAY SO I’VE BEEN MIA BC I JUST FINISHED GRAD SCHOOL AND I DIDN’T HAVE TIME TO READ THE LAST SEVERAL CHAPTERS. I’M BACK AND HOLY SHIIIIIIIIT BRO. 

Okay I’m only going to go into ch 14 for all our sakes lmao. Having Neymar come with Ky to pick Taylor up from the airport is everything that healed my little heart. I know I’ve said it before, but her relationship with Ney is just the most wholesome and I love it. “Man, just kiss already. You can cut the tension with a knife.” She laughed, embarrassed at herself and leaned on Kylian’s shoulder, hiding herself. Like this encapsulates everything I love about this trio. The safety they both feel in being open in front of Ney is just **chefs kiss** to me. Surprising her with Leo, Ramos, and Kimpembe has me squealing like a child, but the real star of the show is Taylor’s reunion with Luna. My god I love this kitty. 

The conversation between her and Verratti was perfectly awkward. Like we know he feels bad about how everything went down and like…he absolutely should and I love that Taylor made him squirm a bit. It’s exactly why I love Taylor as a character-her stubbornness and intensity is both her gift and downfall, but god when she uses it for her benefit it just makes me so happy. 

“What about short term?” he mumbled to her lips, giving it a light bite.“You” she said in a quick breath

OKAY RIP ME WOW. 

I’m conflicted about Galtier’s offer with the youth league. Because on one hand, I love that it would allow her to stay coaching in a sense, be close to Kylian and the rest of the boys, but I also remember how much she hated the whole system of how players are treated. “You can hep us build the foundations” like homie that’s not how this works….but okay. TYPICAL KY GETTING IN HIS HEAD THAT SHE DOESN’T CARE ABOUT HIM. CHRIST ON A STICK KYLIAN GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS. Their argument in the car is easily my favorite bit of writing thus far. It’s so fucking hilarious and on brand for the two of them to confess these big emotions while arguing like this and all while Taylors driving for the first time here lmao. 

“I did not make a pause! My lips are still moving—you cut me off—and for you information it’s the kind of logic that I can find other teams like psg, psg is replaceable—you are not!” she stopped the car abruptly in front of a red light, Kylian moving a little forward. Silence. Just the car sounds filling the emptiness. He looked at her in awe, he wanted to kiss her right there and then.

Like I’m sorry WHAT!!! OW MY HEART I LOVE IT. “psg is replaceable-you are not!” That just causes me goosebumps because it really shows the depth of her feelings. 

They’re finally happy. Like finally. I’m glad she took the job, but I worry that her reservations from the past assistant coach job will resurface and she’ll be unhappy again. ugh. 

Him referring to her has his girlfriend for the first time…oof. She’s better than me because I’m pretty sure my brain would short circuit and an Error 404 message would just pop up lmao. Like they were building new routines together that weren’t involving only their bodies but their hearts too. Domestic fluff like this shit is what I liiiiiiiive for. 

(K about to get sentimental and shit for a sec) Kylian speaking to the medics about her condition…this hit home. As someone who lives with a chronic illness that affects literally every aspect of how I’m supposed to live my life I really connect with Taylor in this capacity. It’s so hard to explain a version of life that is so drastically different than what is considered “normal” to others. I’m sure Kylian is wildly frustrated by her lack of sharing, but when you historically have to be the only one you yourself can rely on for shit, it’s hard to share that burden onto someone else…especially if you love them because you never want to give your shit to someone else. But that’s what she does. That quick little peck and “good to know you want to share it” from Kylian may have seem like such a throw away moment, but as someone who’s lived Taylors experience with this, it means everything. (K done with gross feelings now MOVING ON)

Of course I knew you were going to write Ney getting hurt…but god fucking dammit it hurts. Ney really feels like her family. Her brother. And hearing both Ky and Ney say “I’m tired” in the context they are saying it, I just know it’s breaking her heart. It’s back to the reason she hated the higher ups in the coaching gig again. No respect for the players. But I fear this will  just add fuel to her flame hatred of how these players are being treated. 

“He’s gonna need you.” “I know.” Neymessi going strong. 

Ooooooooooooh apartment conversations happening….I was wondering if I missed the memo of them officially living together but here we go lol. 

AGH HER GRIPE WITH COACHING STAFF COMES UP AGAIN. Taylor thank god you’re telling him the legit ruth and not sugar coating shit….where’s Taylor in real life because homeboy needs to hear this shit. AND SHE’S DONE WITH PSG. I FUCKING KNEW IT. DID I NOT CALL THIS. OH GOD BUT WHAT DOES THAT MEAN FOR THEM?! OH NOOOOO. 

Awwww the key. The keeeeyyyyy. 

The conversation between Ky and Leo is perfect. Truly no notes. We love Uncle Leo in this house. “That part had it’s pleasure, but you can break records anywhere Kylian.” He shrugged, scratching the back of his head “it’s who you break them with that makes it special.”  I feel like this is then counterintuitive to the dilemma…idk yet I haven’t fully formed that thought yet. 

LILY IS THERE. OH MY GOD TAYLOR AND BETH. AHHHH. I love Ky and lily’s dynamic its so stinking cute. I can only imagine how that looked to the others though hahaha. Like some random little girl none of them have ever seen comes crashing into Kylian and he’s like so chill about it. I’m sure they thought he’s like lost his head or something hahaha. Oh interesting dynamic with Ethan and their dad. I’m intimidated by him. Did not expect him to extend that invitation to Taylor and her family…is this just me being suspicious? I’m not fully trusting it yet…

….british phone number….her leaving the youth league job….CHELSEA?! 😳

Okay that’s what I’ve got. God I’ve missed reading this fic and I’ve loved catching up with the past few chapters. Still the best fic I’ve ever read, hand to god. Mkay thats all ILYSM 😘

AAAAAAH I MISSED YOUUUUU

When readers disappear i get so worried they've given up 😭😭😭 I'm so happy you're still here!! YOUR NOTES ARE THE BEST AND YOU ALWAYS TAKE SO MUVH OF YOUR ENERGY IT MAKES ME MELT😭😭😭😭

I hope the final chapter will leave you satisfied 🥺

[londiall]

SEAL Team S2 E2

And on to episode 2. Lets go:

S2 E2 - Never Say Die

Bio hazard? This looks like a not awesome way to start a show lol. Also, the name of this episode doesn’t help me any with the anxiety lmao.

Oooh. I like how the intro is them coming up out of the water from episode 1. Cool.

Congrats Jason, you figured out coffee.

What is Elmo though?

It doesn’t surprise me a million times over that Sonny got into a literal fight with a literal fucking tree lmao.

Ray, no sir. No. (Even if I know you’ll be back bc internet).

HIS HEAD IS NOT FINE. Why does no one know this?? 

OOOOh, we’re gonna meet the parents. (No - well, yes. I’m glancing over shirtless scenes from now on. All that really happens is staring and not really thinking anyway so it’s not really necessary........) This will end badly, I imagine. No parent wants that kind of pain for their kid. So they’re probably going to try and change Stella’s mind about being with Clay before something serious happens (also, wahhhhhhhhhh bc spoilers bc again, I have the internet) because of how dangerous is job is. Just my thoughts lol. 

I don’t care what anyone says, I really think Jason is a great dad. Home family and Bravo family can’t be easy to juggle. But then again, I feel like spouses or partners or whoever should understand what they’re getting themselves into marrying someone in the military. Especially a spec ops team member. Again, just my 2 cents.

Damn guys, 10 minutes into this show and I’m already getting wordy. That doesn’t bode well for the next 33 minutes of my life lol.

Oh good, they’re going into tunnels...I’m sorry, with ANTHRAX? Oh boy. Yep, worried about my boys rn. Nothing can go wrong? Sure. Then I wouldn’t have 31 minutes left of this show, huh?

So Mandy is in Mexico? Idk, I was writing a novel of a thought when she first came on. Didn’t pay much attention. Oops. Yep, that’s a body.

Oh Ray. I’m so sorry buddy. Of course Jason’s still being stubborn Adam.

I hate tunnels. Just saying. Lmao Sonny. Spiders. I’m sorry, no comms? I don’t enjoy this. Not good. Bad. Very very bad.

Hah. Hahahahahahahahahaha. Oml. Suckstart a pistol is a new one. Sonny, poor baby. It’s ok. Stinky boots and all, they still love you. Blame it on the dog lol.

Sorry, realized I watched into the tunnel scene without stopping to type haha. I’m still watching the tunnel scene. 

Oh good. An explosion. Because fucking TUNNEL. Jesus.

WOOOOOW that tunnel scene was intense. I also had to watch it 2 times bc my kid started throwing up while I was watching the first time. FUN STUFF. The eldest got sick first, about 4 days ago. Then the youngest started puking this morning. It’s fun having multiple kids. Anyway. That tunnel scene had me for a minute even though I knew they didn’t die in it lol. That play by Mandy and Blackburn was genius!!! I’m glad the boys pulled through lol.

I really need to find out how many nicknames Sonny has for Clay.

Ooop. Jason. Ray. Again, ooop.

Oooooooh, the parents!!!! Yep, I kinda had an idea how this was going to go. “I DON’T PLAN ON DOING THIS UNTIL I’M DEAD” I’m dead Clay. I’M DEAD. Dammit I HATE EVERYTHING RN.

Oh shiiiiiiiit Alana. Ok, for all the things on the internet, I must have not read up on Jason Hayes as I thought I did hahaha. Cause I was, indeed, shocked by that one.

Wow. 

Well, onto Episode 3!

All the love - A

[teecupangel]

From @knine-nights-loves-ac

Oh shiiiiiiiit this just got interesting. Wait where DID they get the puppies?!

“You remember Clarkson?” Shaun asked as he crossed his arms, curious why the mentor was asking about the puppies.

What?

Was he worried they would neglect his ‘retirement’ present to them now that they had puppies?

They weren’t that bad.

“The Frye descendant, yes, I remember him.” Elijah nodded and Rebecca elbowed Shaun before he could dryly remind Elijah that calling someone by who their ancestors were was rude.

They both knew Elijah tended to do it because the Assassins regularly call him the ‘Miles boy’ even though his last name wasn’t even Miles or that long pretentious title of ‘the successor of the Ibn-La'Ahad and Auditore’ (the blatant Kenway erasure made Shaun’s blood boil).

Elijah was just fighting fire with fire when it comes to those who saw him for who his blood came from.

“Yes, he burned down an Abstergo facility that was experimenting with animals. Those puppies were the only ones still alive and Clarkson brought them here because he figured we wouldn’t mind adopting more ‘fur babies’.” Shaun continued, adding as much disdain in the term Rebecca liked to use.

“Did he had them check out before sending them to you? They were being experimented, right?” Elijah pushed and Shaun really has no idea why he seemed so… focused on the puppies all around the cat.

Was he worried for the cat?

There was nothing to be worried about. All those puppies love Desmond the cat.

They didn’t even want to go on walks unless Desmond the cat was with them (and the cat hated that because it means he can’t laze around in the house while they were all gone).

“Chewy checked them first.” Rebecca answered, “They’re healthy normal dogs. Mixed breed of different litters, according to Chewy, but they were all born around the same time. We think they were ‘future’ experiments so they were still clean when Clarkson saved them.”

Elijah’s brows furrowed.

“Any other question, oh dear great mentor?” He grunted when Rebecca elbowed him once more.

“No.” Elijah took a deep sigh, “I should get going. If anything feels off, run first then contact me.”

As usual, the paranoia was truly high in the Brotherhood.

Whatever happened to ‘safety and peace’?

“Goodbye.” Elijah said, making the two frown because he said it while looking at the cat.

The cat just tilted his head slightly.

And Elijah left their peaceful abode without another word.

“Always a pleasure, Elijah.” Shaun dryly said to the door.

.

(Cal would be the one to listen to Elijah about how he should send another team to check the research being done in a specific facility… that Clarkson already burned down)

https://youtube.com/shorts/9vgk6lhbxRA?si=P0VDhXkCFfXuS87U

It would be funny if Desmond's the cat while his ancestors are the puppies

Retirement was a foreign word that would have never left any Assassins’ lips.

Yet, here they were, retired and living the peaceful life Desmond never had.

No. He did have a peaceful life.

It just so happened that Abstergo took him away from that life and plunged him deep in the middle of a shadow war he had never wanted to be part of.

But it was all water under the bridge.

Sure, he could send the rest of his years cursing every single Templar and wishing they would all die but he was pass that.

He had reached… zen…

Or the cat equivalent of ‘zen’ anyway.

He had done his part and had died for the sake of the world.

Now he had joined Shaun and Rebecca in their retirement, letting the ‘youngkins’ continue the fight.

Shaun and Rebecca seemed to have complete trust in the new mentor, some dude named Elijah, so Desmond would trust them and just…

… laze around and get enough sun for his afternoon nap.

The two had driven out of their home early this morning, leaving Desmond food (canned sardines, Desmond wasn’t going to eat that damn cat food) and water for him to eat and drink while they were gone.

His memories of the time he was a kitten were quite vague, flashes and muffled voices. All he knew that he was a ‘retirement gift’ given to Shaun and Rebecca by the mentor.

He would assume that the mentor knew who he truly was but Shaun and Rebecca were the ones to call him ‘Desmond’.

They joked about how they wouldn’t name a corgi ‘Desmond’ even if they were held at gunpoint but Desmond has no idea why that was a joke.

It didn’t matter.

Nothing mattered.

Being a cat meant behaving like a cat and that includes having this… desire to just laze around until it was time to eat.

Were all cats like him?

Probably not.

Desmond supposed he was just a lazy cat.

He deserves to be lazy.

This was his retirement.

He heard the car being parked but didn’t bother to get up.

There was the telltale sound of the keys hitting each other as they unlock the door.

And Desmond’s fur rose.

He smelled them.

They were ‘new’.

Unfamiliar.

‘Strangers’.

But at the same time…

Something inside Desmond knew who they were.

They came barreling inside, ignoring Shaun’s shout of ‘heel!’ or maybe it was ‘hey!’, Desmond didn’t really catch it because of the chorus of…

“Desmond!”

“Desmond!”

“Desmond!”

“Desmond!”

Desmond has no idea what has happened.

Before he could even react, they had descended upon him, slobbering his face with furious licks and little nips of his ear.

It didn’t hurt.

But his face was drenched.

In a sea of yipping puppies calling his name and furiously wagging tails, Desmond managed to stare at Shaun and Rebecca (who was holding her phone and most definitely recording the entire thing).

He let out a small meow and immediately closed his mouth because one of the puppies got close to licking his open mouth and Desmond didn’t want any of that.

“Desmond, meet your baby brothers.” Rebecca cooed, “Altaïr, Ezio, Connor, Edward-”

Desmond blinked at the familiar names.

That…

That was just a coincidence, right???

(the puppies were rescued by an Assassin who had been given the mission to burn down an Abstergo laboratory and they were being used as experiments. He didn’t know what else to do with the puppies so he called Shaun and Rebecca and they just… adopted the puppies.)

[mrkis]

what do you think the dreamies would sound like when they fuck

//it’s 6am bestie i have work at 8am i need to sleep but i cant stop thinking abt this ask//

ok listen. mark. mark kills me mainly because i feel like he has different types of moans (and i love each and every one of them) but i’m huuuuge on him starting off with the most quietest of grunts before he gets too lost in the feeling of his dick being swallowed by your pussy and his moans are a lil higher and he’s swearing. he swears so much. definitely uses “fuck” and “shit” a lot but listen… it’s not your regular one word curses ok? he drags it out i’m telling you. “shiiiiiiiit” “fuuuuuuck” hissing through his teeth type shit. BUTTTTT he’s a growler, especially if he’s frustrated or angry and just needs some release

renjun is a hard one mainly because i don’t view him in a sexual light?? if that makes sense?? so i’ve never really thought abt his moans BUT but but… i just know he sounds pretty. very breathy, you know? he’s loud but his moans are cut off short mainly because he tries to conceal them. unless he’s too overwhelmed with pleasure then he’s fucked.

oh god jeno. jeno grunts. jeno swears. jeno groans. jeno can be loud, especially if there’s no one else around while he’s fucking but he mainly does all this in your ears. he wants you to know how good you’re making him feel. just like mark, jeno also is a growler but that’s only if he’s pounding you into the bed… which is always

donghyuck is loud. he doesn’t even try to hide it. he’s whining, and he’s moaning. his sounds are so high pitched but they’re so beautiful. he does try to conceal his moans sometimes by biting down on your shoulder or having your fingers shoved far down his throat but it hardly works. like renjun, he sounds so pretty that you don’t even want him to hide his pleasure away.

ok so jaemin makes noises only when he’s close to cumming or when he actually cums. before that, there’s just a lot of heavy breathing but he’s a praiser ok? sure, he doesn’t moan or grunt just yet… he’s too busy telling you how sweet you look all fucked out and that your pussy is so perfectly made for him. he tells you how good you feel and that you’re doing so well

chenle moans a lot. wouldn’t say he’s on donghyuck’s level but he definitely isn’t afraid to make a few noises just to let you know how good he feels. whiney and breathy moans when you’re in full control of the situation, light and prolonged moans when having loving sex

jisung has some low groans going on. mainly because he’s too shy to actually let it all out. he stops himself half of the time by forcefully pressing his lips together but he does occasionally let a few moans and groans slip, only when he’s certain he’s alone with you OR he gets too lost in the feeling of you. they’re short lived, but it sounds like heaven

[sunincinerated]

@gonebingobongo

Oh, this was too perfect.

Though the electromagnetic field surrounding this unknown planet had scrambled the tracking signal somewhat, Emerald had commanded they land anyway.  The Off-Colors were here- she was certain of it!  They may not have had an exact bead on the Sun Incinerator's location, but it was just a matter of scouting the entire planet for either her ship or the criminals who'd made off with it.  Surely that couldn't be too difficult, especially with her taking an active role in the search herself!

However, things at the start were...rough.  None of the inhabitants of this planet knew a word she was saying, and shouting at them to make them understand better didn't work either- unfortunate, as that was always what she did to ensure her point got across.  Fortunately, “borrowing” some of their resources to make some visual aids depicting just who and what it was she was looking for got her on the right track.  She was led through something that looked like a marketplace- crowded with all sorts of noisy, rude citizens whose stares she met with a venomous leer.  Her annoyance was beginning to show externally on her face.

Then she saw it.

A flash of pink.

The Captain of the Off-Colors himself was standing across the path from her, seeming to converse with one of the locals!  His back was to her, and he was all alone. Of course that Padparadscha might have been there with him- unseen past the crowd due to her height- but she wouldn't be very useful here.  This was all too perfect.  Emerald had the most golden opportunity of all.  She could sneak up behind him, take him down, and use him as a hostage to make the Off-Colors give her ship back! It was foolproof!

But such a plan wouldn't come to Emerald just yet.  Unfortunately, there was little she could do to reign in her “gloat first, win later” personality when she was alone.

“Ahahahahahaaaa!” Her giddy laughter rang out above the sound of the townsfolk, many of who's attention was drawn to her right away.  A triumphant finger was aimed directly at him.  “You've run for too long, you wretched Off-Color!  You run and you hide and you think yourself safe and secure but you still don't get it!  I will ALWAYS find you!”

It was a wonder how she'd managed to get so high-up in Yellow Diamond's forces anyway...

[ohanny]

spicy vegaspete au where...

pete is a tired student on his way home from visiting his grandma. he falls asleep in the train and wakes up basically all "what year is it" and just wants to get to the dorms and be done with the day. he gets up, grabs his generic black bag from the luggage rack and doesn't think twice about it in his comatose stage.

except when he gets home and opens it, he realizes it's not his bag. because instead of his text books and his grandma's curry there is a terrifying treasure trove of... sex toys. of the kinky variety. he spots a flogger, rope, dildos and what looks like nipple clamps before he yeets the bag across the room like SHIIIIIIIIT

pete's basically panicking because text books and fuck, his notes (not to mention GRANDMA'S CURRY he could cry) and stares at the bag like it's a wild animal until his roommate porsche comes in and basically has the time of his life hearing about pete's most recent misfortune.

porsche has no shame and no problem rummaging through the bag hoping to find the identity of the owner while pete looks on in horror, hugging a pillow, thinking what kind of a person just casually takes a train ride with a pop up shop's worth of sex toys in a carry on.

anygays, porsche finds a planner or a business card or whatever with the owner's info and says pete should just call the number and pete is like "how about no?!" and porsche is like "bro, you broke as shit, you can't afford to replace your stuff" and pete is like "sad but true" so he gathers up the courage to text - because who the fuck calls, eww - the number "so i might have accidentally stolen your bag, totally didn't mean to" and feels so awkward because he knows the guy on the other end knows that he knows what's inside the bag and wants the ground to open up and swallow him.

they arrange a meeting the next day to switch the bags and no, pete does not jerk off after carefully repacking everything because porsche is an actual raccoon and yes, tankhun, he did arrange the swap during daytime hours in a very public place and how fast does the word travel, porsche only learned about the mysterious sex toy luggage like an hour ago.

next day pete is shitting his pants waiting by the fountain in front of some public transport stop because again, what kind of a person carries such an arsenal and fuck, is he going to get murdered by some creep and holy shit why is that guy walking straight towards him

so it turns out pete's mysterious sex toy carrier is a) his age b) has cheekbones that could probably be used as a murder weapon and c) really nice hands that offer a firm shake but are apparently incapable of buttoning shirts. "architecture?" the ridiculously attractive sex toy fiend purrs and pete's dumb brain blurs out "rope bondage?" before he can stop himself. he cringes but the guy just grins and says "i dabble," totally casual and not ashamed at all, his grip on pete's hand tightening minutely.

somehow through the blushing and awkwardness - all pete, sadly, why can't he just human? - they introduce themselves, swap bags and vegas offers to buy pete lunch as compensation for all the trouble. obviously pete tries to be all "oh nooo, it was no trouble, you don't have to" because this man is bad for his health, no one's heart should be beating this fast, but vegas just smirks, leans closer and murmurs "just be a good boy and say yes." pete's soul leaves his body.

"and that, venice, is how i met your papa."

[gumnut-logic]

Many thanks to @womble1 for the kind comment on this scene today. I had to look it up to see what you were referring to because my brain is an empty can. Therefore I am now throwing it at everyone, cos I’m evil like that :D ::hugs you lots:: You is wonderful.

-o-o-o-

Virgil clung to the yoke as the cyclone attempted to throw his ‘bird into the ocean and she fought against the howling wind. It wouldn’t have been a problem if he had been flying straight, but he had to hover and collect the module. His brother and the surviving fishermen were relying on him.

A nasty downdraft slapped them again and the ocean beneath attempted to reach up and grab him from the sky.

His clearance was limited by the length of his grapples and the swell was massive. He had managed the drop off easily enough, the module hitting the surface and rapidly submerging to a safe level where TB4 could disembark. The module’s inbuilt engines and pumps kept it stable in the depths awaiting Gordon’s return.

The aquanaut, with some swearing over the comms, had been able to save the three fishermen before their trawler took a plunge under the next mountainous wave. They all ended up wet, Gordon ended up furious, and now they were safe in the module, awaiting pickup just below the surface.

But the winds were hell, Virgil was tired, and, if he was honest, afraid. This was the one scenario with module deployment that had him scared he may not be able to do it. Mainly because if he couldn’t, his brother could be lost. It all relied on Virgil catching that module in heaving seas and howling winds.

He wrenched on the yoke again and the whole right side of his ribcage twinged. Great. He did not have time for this.

“Whenever you are ready, Virgil.”

He grit his teeth. “Doing my best, Gordon. This is a cyclone after all.”

“FAB.” At least his brother sounded suitably admonished.

He shunted altitude control over to autopilot, upped sensory response to wind velocity and took aim. Three green targets almost immediately. The fourth failed and within a second or two the other three followed and he had to reset the system.

Again.

An exhaled breath, his chest tight.

Two targets green, two red and targets lost.

“Goddamnit!”

He had to do this.

Reset.

Aim.

One target green.

‘C’mon.”

Three.

And four!

He fired.

They stayed green.

Oh, thank god. He immediately set the pumps in the module to shedding water as the grapples started pulling her to the surface. He had to be fast because his ‘bird was now chained to the swell and she rose and dipped alarmingly as the autopilot calculated the distances.

He could almost feel the pumps grinding away below sloshing water, desperately doing their best to free the module of saltwater.

Of course, this was the very moment the ocean decided to throw a wall of that water at him. Suddenly his entire view was wrapped in turbulent whites and greys, TB2’s own spotlights lighting it up for all to see.

Shiiiiiiiit!

He yanked on the yoke and TB2 screamed at the sudden power surge. Module Four was ripped from the ocean surface still half full, and caught immediately by the gale force cross winds. He struggled to gain altitude as the autopilot failed to compensate, desperate to clear the mountain of water bearing down on them.

He almost made it.

Water rushed across the bow of his ‘bird, splashing the rain off his viewports. VTOL flickered, but it was the extra weight on the cables that set the dash screaming at him. There was suddenly a good twenty to thirty metres of saltwater between Thunderbird Two and her flailing module. Unbalanced, continually moving and heavy.

He froze the retrieval, desperate to relieve the strain on the grapples and let the wave move past.

It took forever.

Red lights strobes at him. Grapple two registered a loss of grip momentarily, scaring the bejesus out of him, before locking in green again.

Time hung in terror.

And the swell moved on.

Module Four swung once again in the gale.

Virgil struggled to take a breath.

The pumps churned out the remains of the saltwater as Two finally gained the necessary altitude, fighting the winds best enough to once again draw up and nest the module in her belly.

Heart still pounding, Virgil kicked in the rear thrusters and pushed her towards the cloud ceiling, breaking through finally into the clear air above.

The sudden absence of turbulence was startling.

Once free and steady, he programmed the autopilot to send them to Broome, a matter of minutes away, and took a moment for himself.

Oh god.

His heart was beating against his breastbone. He felt he couldn’t breathe in enough oxygen.

Alone in the cockpit, he dropped his head towards his knees, ignoring the pain in his side at the position. He took strong steadying breaths, desperate to calm himself down.

“Virgil? Virgil!”

Gordon rushed over, but the engineer managed to get himself upright before his brother reached him. “I’m fine. ‘S okay.”

“You look like shit.”

“Thanks.” The sarcasm was there, but the energy wasn’t.

“Are you sure, you’re okay?” Gordon was frowning at him.

A deep breath that didn’t quite feel deep enough, but it got strength back into his voice. “I’m fine. I should be asking you that question.”

“Oh, that was some ride, Virg. We will need to replenish the sick bags in Four, though.”

Virgil stared at his brother. Did he have any idea how close it had been?

Gordon stared back. “What?”

“This is Broome International Airport calling Thunderbird Two. You are clear for approach.”

He blinked and turned back to his console.

Dump the dumb fishermen and go home.

That was all he had to do.

And ignore his trembling hands.

-o-o-o-

[existslikepristin]

Activated My Trap Card

This one is VERY old. Even from before What A Bummer.

Tags: TheLounge?, CLC, Seungyeon, Yeeun, Eunbin, male reader insert, scary ladies, the most uncomfortable threesome with an audience of one, vote story

~~~~~

You stand in front of the door to Cube Entertainment's offices. You got a strange call a few days ago telling you to come to this address in order to "make a lot of money." You were worried that it might be something illegal, or a scam, but after you looked the address up you got a little excited.

And it seems like you were right to be! After a minute or two, the door opens and you see Seungyeon standing there, looking straight into your eyes. She's wearing a super low cut black tank top, a pair of jean shorts that look like they've been cut extra high for optimal showing off, and the most basic pair of black flip flops ever. She doesn't look surprised to see you.

"Yeah, there you are," she says in her deep, beautiful voice, putting her hands on her hips, "I knew you would be perfect. Come on in. I've got a job for you."

She stands aside to let you through the doorway and closes the door behind you.

Unsure of where to go, you wait for her to make the next move. She does exactly that, walking past you and letting her hand graze past your thigh on the way. That had to be an accident right?

With her back turned to you, you look down and she that her tank top is mostly backless, and her shorts reveal about half of her butt cheeks. There is so much skin on display to you right now. You make an effort not to look, but it's damn hard.

You're about to take another look when Seungyeon spins around gives you a deadly look in the eye. "So tell me... who's your CLC bias?"

Holy shit, why is she putting you on the spot all of a sudden?! She looks like she wants an answer, and fast! This really was a trap! Fuck!

Options: 1. (Picked:) Seungyeon 2. Seunghee 3. Yujin 4. Sorn 5. Yeeun 6. Elkie 7. Eunbin

~~~~~

"Y-y..." you stutter, trying to think about how fast you can turn around and open the door to run.

"Yeeun?" Seungyeon takes a step toward you. She's very, very close.

You stumble back and bump up against the door. Seungyeon follows.

"Y-you," you manage to say.

A mischievous half grin grows on her face. "Yu...jin?" She punctuates the "jin" part by pressing herself up against you. You're still nervous, but you suddenly think you know what this is about (that isn't some shit like assassinating you). She's soft but firm, like you can definitely feel the dancer muscles under her tender skin. Except for her tits, pressed against your ribs. Those are totally soft, other than two tiny points of hardness.

"Nah... you."

You feel Seungyeon's body shiver from top to bottom, and she slides one of her legs up yours, trapping you against the door just a little more. Her hands are suddenly on your shoulders.

"That's what I was hoping. I saw you a while ago. You didn't see me, but I saw a picture of me on your phone," She squeezes your shoulders a little, like she's getting needy, "Do you touch yourself when you see me?"

You gulp. You're really not sure if telling the truth about that will help your case here.

Then it's your turn to shiver, as Seungyeon licks your neck, then buries her face in it. "Tell me which one of my holes you fantasize about being inside the most."

Well, what do you say?

Options: 1. (Picked:) "I've always wanted your pussy wrapped around me." 2. "Do you think your throat can take all of me?" 3. "Spread your ass and I'll show you." 4. "Hole? But what about your tits?"

~~~~~

"I've always wanted your pussy wrapped around me."

...

Holy shit, you've never seen clothes come off a person so fast. You barely catch a glimpse of Seungyeon's nipples before they're smashed against your chest again.

"Well I want to wrap my pussy around your cock," she says, already lowering your pants, "Help me make that happen, okay?"

You're not sure how you're supposed to help, since you're pinned between the door and her paralyzing, hot body. You feel your pants dropping to the floor, taking your underwear with them. Your dick springs up and slaps Seungyeon's pussy. Of course you're already hard.

Seungyeon isn't waiting for anything. She lifts herself onto her toes, and your dick gets just enough room to be able point fully up. Your tip rests somewhere in her folds. She reaches around her back and you feel her fingers adjust you very slightly, and suddenly you feel your entire dick being engulfed by her as she drops back down.

She groans. Loud. You're very aware all of a sudden that you're having sex in the front hallway of an entertainment company's office and look around. Seungyeon grabs your chin and forces you to look into her eyes though. You see stars dancing around them, but that's probably because you're feeling light headed from the pleasure being forced onto you right now.

The look she gives you is... intense. The whole time she's moving her body just right to keep your dick inside her, despite the fact that she's so soaking wet and slippery and at such an awkward angle. She manages it well though.

"Do you like this? Hm?" She asks. You open your mouth to answer but all you get out is a moan as she squeezes your dick with her pussy. Against your stomach, you feel her abs working to make that happen. What a fucking talent!

She smiles and pulls your head down to her open mouth. You open yours too and it gets assaulted by her tongue, dancing just as wildly as her body does.

When she finally breaks away from the thing you could call a kiss, she moves her chest off of yours to let you get a really good view of her jiggling tits, shining with sweat. If you're honest, you've already seen most of them thanks to the clothes she wears, but with nothing to cover them at all they're absolutely amazing.

"I need you to... cum, alright?"

Woah, that's sudden. Does she mean inside?

"The first cum... happens fast," she pants between every couple of words. No wonder, since she's still fucking you while just on the tips of her toes, "but that's what... we need... You need to last... longer for the next round."

You definitely already feel your orgasm coming, she doesn't need to tell you that. But wait. Next round? What is she talking about?

Simple poll this time:

Choices: 1. Take charge and cum the way you want to! She didn't specifically say she needed you to cum inside her, but that's a risk you're willing to take. 2. (Picked:) Are you joking? She knows what she's doing and has a plan for MORE? Don't take charge, she'll make you cum the way she wants to!

~~~~~

No way you're risking doing something she doesn't want you to right now. Not after she mentioned a "next round."

"It's happening now!" you say through your half gritted teeth. You really hope she knows what you meant, but you're having a little trouble forming full, meaningful sentences right now.

Seungyeon gets both of her arms around you and squeezes. Her eyes lock on yours again and you're captivated. You can't look away. "Do it... then."

Her hips grind against yours, and your orgasm hits you like a runaway train. You're dizzy, but you can still notice that she's squeezing down on you. As your cum fills her up, her eyes roll up, she bites her lip, and a grin spreads across her face.

You barely register that you slump to the floor, with Seungyeon's clamping pussy bringing her down with you.

"You dumb fucking hooker."

Suddenly, your senses all come back to you. That wasn't your voice. Or Seungyeon's. Oh shit. You can't see where it came from. But you recognize it. You start to imagine yourself getting beat up by body guards, or thrown in jail, or... fuck, maybe exiled from South Korea? Is that a thing that could happen?

So, whose voice was it?

Options: 1. Seunghee 2. Yujin 3. Sorn 4. Yeeun 5. Elkie 6. (Picked:) Eunbin

~~~~~

With a semi-exhausted sigh, Seungyeon leans to the side and looks over her shoulder. You feel a sense of impending doom as you see that the voice came from the daddy long le-- er, you mean, "maknae" of CLC, Eunbin.

Eunbin is only about fifteen feet away down the hall, wearing shorts (not as short as Seungyeon's, but still revealing her full legs), a blue sweatshirt, and tennis shoes. She looks... well she looks stone-faced as normal, but you bet she's super angry, based on the tone of her voice.

"Beannie, it's all good, okay?" Seungyeon sounds annoyed. She stands up, a wet plop nearly echoing as she comes off your dick. She faces away from you. If you weren't terrified, you would be admiring the bottom view of her bare ass and pussy dripping with your cum. Actually, you just came inside her. You're suddenly even more terrified, thinking about the entertainment company lawyers that are about to sue you into oblivion.

There's a dead silence for a solid ten seconds as the leader and the maknae stare each other down. You barely have the self consciousness to cover your dick with your hands.

"Don't you want to try him out?"

You stare up at Seungyeon's back. Could she make this situation worse? Don't mock the witness!

Eunbin's deadpan glare lowers down and locks with your eyes. ShiiiiIIIIT. Her look goes a little further down, right at your hands. And she licKS HER LIPS, WHAT?

"I'm busy, ass whore. Besides, the bitch is waiting with her cunt wide open," she swears evenly, like she's discussing the mild weather. You would question what she's saying if you weren't so confused, and still light headed.

Seungyeon groans, this time with annoyance rather than with pleasure like earlier. She turns around and bends over to grab your arms and starts pulling. You have to assume she wants you to stand, so you try, but it's awkward, trying to stand without revealing your mostly softened cock. Once you're up, she yanks on your hands, flashing Eunbin. Yet, she only looks for half a second, then turns and walks through a doorway. The same one Seungyeon starts dragging you toward, all the while with your cum slowly dripping out of her onto the floor.

What the fuck is happening here?

And who's the "bitch" Eunbin is talking about?!

Options: 1. Seunghee 2. Yujin 3. Sorn 4. (Picked:) Yeeun 5. Elkie

~~~~~

As you make your way through the door, dragged by Seungyeon, Eunbin is nowhere to be seen, but there is definitely another person. You're not sure you recognize her though.

She's tied down with some soft looking rope to a cushioned table. And the ropes are all she's wearing, with the exception of a blindfold. The ropes are holding her down and holding her legs wide open, but her arms are completely free. Doesn't seem like effective bonda--

The door slams shut behind you, making you just about jump out of your skin. Eunbin was hiding behind it! She has on exactly the same expression as before, too. She must be determined to creep you the hell out.

Before you can do or say anything about that, Seungyeon grabs your chin and turns you to look at the tied up girl on the table again. "See there? That's Yeeun. She's been a very good girl until today. She's only had sex a couple times before, but last month she told us that she wants to be a little slut, so that's why you're here."

You see Yeeun biting her lower lip. Seungyeon reaches down and starts stroking your dick back to life.

"You can fuck her any way you want to, as long as it's hard, and as long as you can do it for a really, really long time. And if you can do that..."

Seungyeon drops to her knees and takes your mostly hard dick in her mouth, diving all the way to the base and quickly sucking off whatever was left from the first round. She pops back off and licks it from the bottom to the top.

"If you do that for her, I'll definitely be calling you back."

You look back and forth from the leader of CLC below you and the rapper in front of you. Should you really? This seems crazy.

"What will it be? You can take her sweet pussy all the way to the moon and back, but she's not on the same prodigious birth control I am,"

You mentally breathe a sigh of relief at that, but also wonder what the hell qualifies a birth control as "prodigious."

"If you're afraid of putting a baby in her though, we already pre-lubed her pretty little ass. It hasn't been used before, but you should glide righ-"

DEAR LORD, Eunbin's ever-expressionless face appears right in front of yours, out of nowhere, "Or you can face fuck her. I've been dildoing this stupid thot's dumb mouth for days to get her ready for your fatass penis, if you have the balls," she says, nearly monotone. You're seriously confused by her rude behavior here and suspect she might be hiding a torture room somewhere in this building.

From the table, you hear Yeeun. You may not be at a good angle to see her, but it's definitely her. You'd recognize that sweet, meek voice anywhere, "I'm ready... please fuck me?"

Holy damn. This is really happening isn't it?

Options: 1. (Picked:) Take that risk! Pussy time! 2. Well, if her ass is already lubed... 3. Don't risk Eunbin crushing your skull. Throat fuck Yeeun. 4. Why is titfucking still not an option?! Lol, jk, we all love her boobs, but she's not big enough for that. 5. Run the fuck away! These bitches are actually insane!

~~~~~

You take a deep breath. This is just plain insanity that you are witnessing before your eyes.

Insanity is contagious, apparently.

You step around Seungyeon, and stand over Yeeun. She's at just the right height, and your dick rests on her pelvis, between her legs. You hear a short gasp of excitement from her... and two more behind you, which is definitely still weird.

You back up a few inches, bend your knees just a bit, and move forward again. Yeeun is a bit small, so it takes some pushing, but you can see the anticipation building on her face (what isn't covered by the blindfold). With a thrust, you're in.

Yeeun sighs and a smile crosses her face. Seems you made a good choice. She's going to like this.

"Woohoo! Now make her a slut!"

Again, you nearly forgot about your audience. Seungyeon moves to stand right next to you, one hand on Yeeun's inner thigh and the other one squeezing your ass cheek. Yay, fun...

For hours, you pound Yeeun into the table. Seungyeon stays with you the whole time, climbing on top of Yeeun, sliding herself all over you, and licking... pretty much everywhere.

A couple of times you have to change things up, untying Yeeun and flipping her onto her stomach, re-angling her so you can hold yourself up mostly by your arms, and eventually scooting her to where her head hangs off the table while you kneel over her.

You cum at least four times, but it's hard to be sure, since you think you went basically numb after the first three hours.

Yeeun seems to have lost her mind around that same time. Her blindfold fell off at some point while you were fucking her from behind and now you can see that her eyes have become unfocused. Every time you pull out to adjust after the second hour, she whined and tried to get you back in. But anything coming out of her mouth eventually turned into needy moans.

You kind of wonder to yourself how realistic it is to have lasted so long, for Yeeun to have actually gone half comatose, or for this process to have "turned her into a slut," but hey, it was bliss for you.

Seungyeon gets on her knees between you and cleans off your exhausted cock (and the area around it) with her tongue. It's a little sore actually, but you're not about to complain.

She stands back up and wraps her arms under yours, pulling you in. "I think you were successful, baby. Yeeun is going to want so much more from now on. Let's hope the baby you definitely put in her doesn't slow her down."

Oh. Right.

"So, what's next? Want any kind of... reward before you go?"

With her hips slowly rubbing side to side against yours, it's pretty obvious what she means, but hey, she asked, so...

Options: 1. (Picked:) You're drained, but you'll try for Seungyeon! Even if it results in embarrassment! 2. You want more, but you don't think you can get it up anymore. Be smooth and give her your contact info. 3. Uh, yeah. The call you got said you were going to get paid money for this. That's a reward. 4. Maybe just something to drink? You're fucking exhausted! (Warning, this option is mad kink territory.)

~~~~~

With your cock just about ready to fall off, you aren't sure how well this will work, but you're willing to try for Seungyeon. You grab her by the hips. A smirk crosses her face, and she doubles down on grinding against you.

You lift her chin up for a kiss. It's your turn to take charge with her now. She coos into your mouth. Her fingernails lightly scrape either side of your spine, sending tingles all up and down your body. Her entire behavior just changed! Sheesh, and all you had to do was take the initiative in grabbing her? This girl changes her mind as fast as she takes her clothes off.

The sweetness continues for the better part of ten minutes. You could swear the room's temperature is evening back out, from the sun-like heat earlier to being very pleasantly warm.

Seungyeon slowly breaks away from the kiss, looking into your eyes with less intensity and more... care. She leans her head back, and you take the hint, diving in and sucking carefully at her neck. Her silent shuddering is only interrupted by a moan coming from behind you.

You can guess what it is, but curiosity gets you to turn enough to look. And of course, it's Eunbin. She's still staring, which is still creepy. But she's also got both hands moving inside her shorts. She's probably been there all along, so you guess she can stay and keep watching. You doubt she'd leave even if you asked...

Trying not to think too much about your audience, you get back to work on Seungyeon, kissing her tanned skin from her chin, to her chest, to her toned as hell stomach, to her clit. Once there, her knees shake, so you decide to set her down somewhere she won't fall. It's time to pay her back for all the oral service she's been giving you!

Seungyeon backs up at your touch, until she leans back against the table in the middle of the room, and onto Yeeun's half conscious body. The skinny girl groans as she's suddenly used as a back rest, but Seungyeon doesn't seem to have any interest in fixing the problem.

This is your moment. You're going to make Seungyeon squirm on top of her rapper. You'll make her explode! You start leaning down, tongue halfway hanging out of your mouth...

"Damn, you're still not hard?"

She's holding you back by the forehead, looking between your bodies down at your lifeless dick.

"W-well, yeah, I mean, I just..." you gesture down at Yeeun. That's where your hardness went, and it's still dripping out of her at a moderate pace!

Eunbin's hands are on your shoulders, pulling you away from Seungyeon. It's a bit of a shock, to say the least.

"I'll call you later! Buh-bye!"

The next thirty seconds are a blur. You're dragged, stunned, out of the room, through to the opposite end of the hallway you came in from, and shoved out a door into an alley.

"See ya, fuckface," is the last thing you hear from Eunbin before the door slams behind you.

What the hell...

The door reopens, and you spin around just in time to get a face full of your pants.

"Don't forget your stupid clothes, you degenerate," Eunbin throws you one last insult before the door closes again.

It's a little chilly out here.

[GAME OVER]

[delilah-dust]

Teen Titans Drabble #1

Just a short story to dump here while I get moving with the bigger things later. Feel free to ignore me for I am a poor petal.

Title: Screenshot

Characters: Kyd Wykkyd, See-More

Summary: Kyd Wykkyd really should’ve changed his password to keep that cyclops freak of a roommate from snooping through his messages.

TW: Swearing

Shiiiiiiiit.

Stuck in a massive floating eyeball Elliot looked down and hissed, the hairs on the back of his neck jolting upwards as if electrified while his forked tongue flickered angrily through pointed fangs. Below him See-More smirked waving Kyd’s cellphone tauntingly before shuffling through the rest of a now exposed camera roll.

“Oooh body shots!” The one eyed boy broke out in laughter, “Who you trying to impress with your scrawny pale ass?”

“Shut up!” Elliot snarled as he pounded on the inner walls with balled fists, “I might be pale, but my ass is THICC!”

Seymour rolled his eye as continue to scroll.

“Yeah sure, I don’t need two eyes to tell that when you bend over it’s like folding paper.”

Flushing darkly Kyd gave him the double bird, “Fuck you.”

“Only if you pay me.” See-More said with a sly smile.

(He found the messenger app.)

“Hell no.”

“Your lost then,” The cyclops muttered as he began checking each opened chat. Nothing there, just crime stuff, boring, boring, no, no, ew gross Mammoth’s selfie from Taco Bell’s bathroom crime scene, oh-wait? Yes!

Seymour’s eyebrow lifted as he grinned deviously. Turning to his trapped teammate he asked, “Who’s Joey?”

Elliot felt his blood run cold. Sweat began beading from under his cowl as he resumed slamming himself into the sphere.

“None of your fucking business! Now let me out!”

“Uh-uh. No way! Not until you tell me who this guy is and why you’re sending him kiss-y face emojis- HOLD UP! IS THAT A DIC-”

“NO! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!”

See-More practically scream laughing to the point of hyperventilation gasped heavily as he continued to blurt out what he saw.

“OH MY GOD YOU SENT HIM A PICTURE OF YOUR-”

The phone started vibrating and both boys went silent.

“NO HE’S CALLING AHHHHHH DON’T ANSWER!” Elliot swore as he kicked and struggled inside the eyeball, “WHAT THE HELL IS THIS SHIT MADE OUT OF? WHY THE EVER LOVING FUCK-NUGGETS CAN I NOT POOF OUT? I’M POOFING BUT NOT OUT? SEYMOUR STOP! DON’T ANSWER IT OR I SWEAR TO ALL THINGS HOLY I WILL LITERALLY BECOME YOUR OWN PERSONAL SLEEP PARALYSIS DEMON! DID YOU HEAR ME? PUT THE PHONE DOWN!!!”

Wheezing so hard he was almost asphyxiating See-More clicked ‘Answer Call.’

“...You bitch.”

On the other end a soft voice echoed out, “I’m a what?”

Falling to his knees Seymour delved into breathless cackling just as the eyeball bubble burst freeing Kyd. Snatching the phone faster than Kid Flash hitting on Jinx the teen quickly mumbled, “Sorry babe, you ain’t a bitch but I’m bout to be murdering one soon. Call you back in twenty. Love you.”

“What? Murdering? Wait-”

Ending the call Elliot towered over See-More the shadows around him pooling at his feet.

“Time to die.”

[emiefaunwrites]

Leon and Taka meet the despair kids? Like maybe Taka has to help out at their middle school as part of his school duties and Leon decides to tag along?

Hey anon!

Sorry for the delay on this. It's taken me some time to come up with something for the despair kids since I've not played UDG fully so don't massively know them.

But yeah. I think you've got a good idea with it being a part of Taka's school duties. Or maybe a part of one of his committees...

Yeah okay. I got this. Let's go. I'm sorry it's taken so long. Thank you for your ask and I hope this was worth the wait.

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• Hope's Peak Academy is obviously keen to promote their reputation and what better way than request their students engage with community.

• There are those students that use their talent for teaching - sports, art, music.

• Others organise high profit events to donate to the school as well as a charity of choice.

• And then there are those that give back to the community...

• Almost like community service - painting benches, cleaning beaches and so on.

• These are less interesting activities for most students so the school have always struggled to find willing students.

• Of course, that changes once Taka joins the school.

• Once he hears of the schools intentions to give back, he signs up to everything he can.

• And of course, he drags his friends along with him.

• Mondo, Chi, Hiro and Leon have all been dragged to so many boring days of cleaning or painting that they've lost count.

• They would rather not but the fact they get extra credits soothes the sting.

• And one day, Taka is asked to look after a group of children that are...slightly difficult.

• A bunch of Lil Ultimates who, if they could be calmed down, would be perfect students here at Hope's Peak.

• And of course, Taka is up for the challenge.

• And drags a reluctant Leon along with him.

• Taka's optimism is...misguided. And when the two of them get to the school, they can already hear the chaos from inside.

• The teacher has NO hope of controlling the five children that run rampant across the class - led by a little redhead that reminds them both as a mini Leon.

• And at the sight of help, the teacher abandons ship and legs it out the room.

• Okay. Great. No worries.

• As normal, Taka tries to introduce himself the way he's always been taught but he's rudely interrupted by a little green haired girl in a wheelchair talking over him.

• Naturally, he tells her off for being so rude and immediately notices the look of fear on the other children's face.

• 'NO NO NO NO! MONACA! WANTS! TO! TALK! AND! YOU! WILL! LET! HER! TALK!'

• Hooooooly shiiiiiiiit.

• Even Taka is caught off guard by the sudden temper tantrum - letting the little blue haired boy calm her down.

• 'You shouldn't speak to Monaca that way, stupid adult.'

• 'Yeah! Stupid adult!'

• 'Get outta here, stupid!'

• Oh wow, Taka is stumped. There's so much anger in their eyes as they look at him and Leon. So much hatred.

• What happened to them?

• Leon, on the other hand, is trying to think of an alternative way to get through to them.

• They clearly hate adults, so how can he appeal...

• 'Yo. What's say we play a game?'

• 'Huuuuuh? Game?'

• 'Why would we play with you?'

• 'Cuz I'm cool and I don't care about school and adults either.'

• He can FEEL the death glares from Taka but the look of intrigue on the kids' faces keeps him distracted.

• 'Will HE play?'

• 'Not if you don't want him to.'

• 'Monaca wants him to leave.'

• 'Now see here...'

• 'MONACA! WANTS! YOU! TO! LEAVE!'

• Leon shoots an apologetic look to his boyfriend as he ushers him out the door.

• And then he bonds with the kids.

• They play games, they share stories, they say how much they hates school.

• And Leon realises that they've had some bad experiences in their past - some that they aren't willing to share just yet.

• So he vows to come back and try and help them, which the kids seem really happy about - finally, an adult who understands them.

• But in order for him to come back, he makes them promise to behave in school and says that maybe, if they're good, he'll take them to see Hope's Peak.

• He gets a reluctant agreement and is eventually relieved by their actual teacher - who seems in shock to see the kids at their desks (not exactly looking pleased but still).

• Leon finds Taka in the hallway, looking miserable.

• 'What's up, baby?'

• 'I couldn't connect with them at all.'

• 'No, but I did.'

• 'And you said you hate school...'

• 'It's what they wanted to hear.'

• Leon returns to see the kids once a week, helping them change their outlook on life and see that not all adults are bad.

• And when they're manageable, he even takes them around Hope's Peak as a trip.

• And thankfully, the kids that had such a terrible life and could have walked a dark path, were able to change their ways and grew to have a long, happy life.