#I used to have a couple of these pointers and this really reminded me of them

[cybercervine]

Booping u with one of these

[marlynnofmany]

Fun and Dangers with Hovercycles

When the spaceship is grounded for a mechanical checkup that most of the crew helps with, but your knowledge of alien tech is limited to “That button means go, right?” then there’s not much to do. I’d been stuck with cleaning duty on other similar overhauls, which was fair enough. But it sucked. So I was delighted today to find that Mur was giving the hovercycle a once-over in the cargo bay, and didn’t mind letting me help.

“Is it hard to ride?” I asked while he shone a flashlight into the fuel tank, standing on the tips of his tentacles to get a good look. “I’ve never actually gotten to.”

“I wouldn’t say so,” he replied. “The balancing function is top-notch, and the brakes are reliable.”

Paint sorted through the toolbox, organizing wrenches and whatever. “It’s a little high off the ground for my taste.” She craned her lizardy neck to look up at me. “But that may not bother you.”

“Probably not,” I said with a smile. “Can I try it? There’s never been a good chance before. It’s always in storage unless we need it for some rush delivery on the far side of a space station.”

Mur sighed and clicked off the light. “Yeah, and that’s usually my job these days. Mimi is a great rider, but he’s usually busy, and Coals is respectable but doesn’t like to…”

“I don’t like to either!” Paint exclaimed, holding a scaly hand to her chest. “He always has a better excuse!”

“Why don’t you like to?” I asked.

“Too fast, dangerous.” Paint shook her head. “I don’t like the pressure of urgent deliveries when a minor distraction could leave me and the package smeared across the scenery.”

“Okay, fair,” I said.

“It’s not that dangerous,” Mur said. “It won’t tip over, and the brakes have an impact sensor.”

“It feels that dangerous!” Paint insisted, lashing her tail and looking away.

I said, “I guess you can’t really drive slower without being late, huh?”

“Oh, some deliveries have plenty of time. But it’s still too high off the ground.”

“Can I try?” I asked again. “It really doesn’t sound that scary to me.”

“Sure, why not.” Mur tightened the fuel cap and consulted the checklist. “We’re almost done here.”

The rest of the checklist was quick. I helped by holding things and occasionally reaching with my long human arms, while Paint was in charge of the toolbox and unscrewing things with her claws.

“Annnd done!” Mur said as he finished the checklist with a flourish. “Let’s take it outside where you won’t crash into a wall.”

“I thought you said there were impact sensors for that,” I reminded him as he clambered into the seat.

“Eh, they’re not perfect.”

Paint hit the controls for the bay door, toolbox already set aside, and I followed as the hovercycle whirred quietly out onto the alien landing pad.

I reflected that this really was an ideal place to practice riding. Only a couple other ships were parked at the moment, some distance away, and the settlement was set far enough back that people wouldn’t be bothered by the noise and whatnot of landing spaceships. Everything else around us was dry, rolling ground, with hills in the distance and not so much as a cactus to dodge around.

“You twist this to go forward,” Mur said. “Turn it the other way for backward, or just a little to slow down. It’s pretty intuitive once you’re moving.”

“Just don’t twist it too far!” Paint said. “It can go really fast!”

“Right, I’ll be careful,” I said. “Do I steer by leaning or turning the handlebars?”

Mur gave me a few more pointers on the basics, with Paint adding cautionary tips, and soon enough they let me get on. It wasn’t really human-shaped like an Earth bike, but it was close.

“Okay, so I’ll just aim to go over that way, then circle back,” I said. “This way for forward, this way for backward?”

“Right,” Mur said, tentacle-walking up onto the ramp.

“Start gently!” Paint said as she scampered up beside him.

“Got it.” The motor was already on and burbling away, so I held on tight and gave the throttle a minuscule twist. The bike scooted forward.

With Mur and Paint offering encouragement behind me, I eased it out across the smooth ground with no trouble, giving a couple experimental leans to get a feel for the auto-balancing mechanism. It really was good. Then I sped up a little, and was honestly impressed with the stabilizing gyros or whatever. Even on sharp turns, I didn’t feel like I was in danger of being thrown off or skidding out of control, which was pretty great. I still had a traumatizing memory of bike-riding as a kid and running over a tin can that slid out from under me. But there would be no scraped-up arms today! This hoverbike knew what it was doing. I gave it some proper speed.

I zoomed over a couple low hills, laughing at the change in pitch while the hover engines adjusted to catching air. I spun in tight circles and a gradual curve, leaving a faint trail of dust behind me where the wind of my passing had kicked it up.

Then I got a look back at my coworkers on the ship’s ramp, and they were waving their hands urgently. I straightened out and looked around in alarm; was some local beastie or natural disaster right behind me?

Nope. Not unless it was invisible. Which I wasn’t ruling out.

I powered back toward the ship, worried now, and braked to a stop that felt pretty darn perfect for my first time out.

“ARE YOU OKAY?” Paint yelled, rushing over.

“Yeah, why?” I looked behind myself again.

“Wait, you weren’t out of control?” Mur demanded. “You were going that fast on purpose?”

“Uh, yeah? Should I not have?” I took in their worried faces. “It felt pretty safe. You’re right about the balance; that’s great.”

“WHAT?” Paint exclaimed while Mur laughed. “Why would you go that fast on purpose?”

“It’s fun?” I asked, shrugging. “I really didn’t think it was that big a deal. Do neither of you like going fast ever? I mean I can understand not wanting to worry about getting an urgent delivery there on time, but what about casual joyriding?”

The way Paint was sputtering for an answer and Mur wasn’t even trying to come up with one told me I’d stumbled into another unexpected bit of culture clash.

Paint finally settled on, “No, that is terrifying!”

Mur straightened up from where he’d collapsed into a puddle of tentacles and helpless laughter. “I’ve been doing all the time-crunch bike deliveries because I can hold on best! You’re doing the next one.”

“Okay,” I said, smiling a bit myself. “You know I thought you were trying to tell me there was something chasing me, right?”

Paint covered her eyes. “I can’t believe you flew over that big hill deliberately.”

“Oh, that was great!” I said. “I want to do that again. Can I?”

Paint spun to walk back up the ramp. “Have fun! I’ll tell whoever’s in the cockpit not to call for bandages unless you ask.”

Mur told her, “You should probably tell the captain about the roster change too.”

“On it!”

“Thanks,” I said. When Mur waved me forward, I zoomed back out into the desert for more joyriding. It really was fun. I made sure not to do anything reckless like standing up during a jump, as much as I wanted to. The crew in the cockpit was probably worried enough already.

I looked forward to the next urgent delivery, though.

~~~

The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come! And I am currently drafting a sequel!

[samaraannhan20]

Steve Harrington Imagine: Secrets Don't Make Friends

Secrets Don't Make Friends

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“Hurry up Dusty!” I yell up  to my brother as I try to rush him out the door. “Steve’s here and you’re going to be late for Hellfire.”

“Don’t act like you want me to be on time, you just want to go see Steve,” he yells back as he clambers down the stairs. 

“Either way if you don’t hurry up you’ll be late . We both know how Eddie is if you’re late for Hellfire and I don’t really think you want to deal with that today. So let’s go,” I say, and as my last sentence ends he shows up at the bottom of the stairs, shoes in hand. 

“I’ll put my shoes on in the car. Let’s go slowpoke,” he shouts as he walks out the door, and I trail after him shaking my head as I lock the door. 

“Don’t you dare sit in that seat!” I exclaim as I see him open the front door and start to sit in the passenger seat. I can hear Steve yelling at him as well as I make it to the car. I grab Dustin’s backpack and yank him backwards, aiming him towards the backseat. He grumbles as he wrenches the door open and climbs into the backseat. I slip in the front and set my purse at my feet before shutting the door and turning towards Steve. 

“Hi,” I say when I look at him, and he smiles and reaches over, grabbing my chin between his thumb and pointer finger and pulls me in for a kiss.  I smile into the kiss, not wanting to pull away because we haven’t seen each other in a couple of days due to our work schedules clashing. 

“Lovebirds, I’m here to remind you that I’m here. And that I still think it’s weird  that my best friend and my sister make out,” Dustin says from the back, and I press one more kiss to Steve’s lips before pulling back, laughing. 

“Shut up Dustin,” I say, reaching back to smack him. “I still think it’s weird that your best friend is my age, so someone else will have to decide who’s weirder.” 

“And besides,” Steve says, taking my hand and intertwining our fingers together. “We do a lot more than make out,” he says, pulling me in for another kiss as Dustin gags in the backseat. 

“Disgusting,” he says once he finishes gagging, and then he reaches forward and pushes our faces apart. “I’m going to be late. And if I have to watch this for a second longer I might vomit,” he says, and I laugh, pulling back from Steve and resting our hands on my thigh. 

“Okay, we’re going,” Steve says as he uses one hand to shift gears and pull away from our house. “Don’t vomit in my backseat,” he jokingly says as he drives, and I turn just in time to see Dustin give him the finger in the rearview mirror. Steve and I both chuckle, and then I turn the radio on.

With the radio playing in the background, Dustin and Steve start a conversation about hair products while we drive towards the school, and I just shake my head, mouthing the words to the songs I know as we drive. 

When we get to the school, Steve stops right outside the doors that Dustin is supposed to go in, which have been propped open with what looks to be a math book. 

“Eddie is taking you home later,” I tell Dustin, turning to face him as he reaches for the door handle. 

“Why?” he asks, pausing his movements.

“Because I’m staying at Steve’s. Mom doesn’t know, so don’t say anything. She thinks I’m staying with Robin,” I say, shooting a glare in his direction. 

“Whatever,” he mumbles, and then cranks the door open. I see Lucas and Max heading inside, so to add gas to the fire I roll down my window.

“Love you Dusty!” I scream through the open window, cackling as he flips me the bird and as Max and Lucas laugh. “Hi Max, hi Lucas,” I wave to them, before rolling the window up. 

“He’s going to spend the entirety of Hellfire trying to figure out a way to get you back, you know that, right?” Steve says with a small laugh as we pull away from the school. 

“Yeah, but it was worth it. As long as he doesn’t tell mom where I’m actually staying tonight,” I respond. Steve laughs again and takes my hand in his, intertwining our fingers, and then lifting our hands up and pressing a kiss to the back of my hand, before bringing our hands to rest on my thigh. We drive through Hawkins for a bit, before turning into the parking lot of the video store. 

“What are we doing here?” I ask as Steve puts the car in park and unbuckles his seat belt, before leaning over and undoing mine. 

“Renting a movie. Plus Robin is working and I thought we could stop by to say hi,” he responds, before opening his door and jogging around the back of the car to open mine as I pick up my purse. He holds out a hand for me as I step out of the car, and I take it. We walk hand in hand together into Family Video. 

“Hey Robs!” I shout as we enter the store, crossing to the counter and rounding the back of it to give her a hug. 

“Did he tell you yet?” she asks when we pull away. Before I have a chance to respond, she turns to Steve and asks, “Did you tell her yet?”

“Tell me what?” I ask at the same time Steve tells her to shut up. I turn my head back and forth between the two of them, trying to figure out what is happening. “Um, why don’t you guys talk about… whatever this is, and I’ll go pick a movie,” I say and turn and walk away. As I start going through the aisles of the store looking for The Princess Bride I can hear them harshly whispering to each other. I’m far enough away that I can’t make out any words, just the sound of whispers. When I find the movie I grab it and walk back to the front. The moment I make an appearance at the end of the aisle the whispers stop and Steve leans on the counter in a weird way. 

“Secrets don’t make friends you two. What is going on here?” I ask as I drop the movie on the counter so Robin can scan it. 

“Nothing,” they both say at the same time, and then shoot me the same nervous smile. 

“Sometimes, it’s like you two are the same person, and it’s weird,” I say with a shake of my head. They both awkwardly laugh, and then Robin picks up the movie I dropped on the counter. 

“Princess Bride again?”

“Yep. It’s my favorite,” I say with a shrug of my shoulders. 

“Don’t you get tired of watching this movie over and over again for her?” Robin asks Steve, and he just laughs.

“I think we have determined that I would do anything for her, so it doesn’t really matter,” he replies, wrapping an arm around my shoulders, tugging me into him, and then placing a kiss on the top of my head. 

“Okay, you guys are gross. Get out of here,” Robin says, holding the bag she had slipped the movie into out to me. 

“Thanks Robs. See you tomorrow, okay? Girls night with Max.”

“Sounds good, Y/N, see you then,” she says with a smile, and then waves us out the door. “Now go on, have date night while I sit here wasting away at work.” Steve and I both laugh, and head out the door. Steve opens my car door for me and then walks around to his side of the car to get in. 

“So,” I start once Steve is in the car and has started it. “What are you supposed to ask me?” He laughs and shakes his head, before putting his hand on the back of the seat and turning to look to reverse out of his parking spot.

“I’ll ask you when it’s time to ask you. Robin wasn’t supposed to say anything,” he says. 

“Okay but why can’t you just ask me now?” I ask him, leaning back in my seat and looking out the window. 

“Because now isn’t the time,” he responds, reaching over and putting his hand on my thigh. He squeezes gently, and then speaks again. “I promise that it’s nothing bad. I know your mind is over working right now. Don’t worry about it. That’s why Robin shouldn’t have said anything, because I knew if I didn’t ask you right then or right after it would cause you to panic. So just know that I’ll ask you before we go to sleep, okay?” I silently nod my head, and lay my hand over his. We drive in silence to his house, just the radio creating noise in the car. I sit there trying not to be in my own head, and I’m so focused on that, that I don’t even notice that we don’t turn down his street. 

“We’re here,” he says as we stop in front of a house that I know is not his house. 

“Um, where are we?” I ask him as he gets out of the car. He says nothing and comes around to my side of the car, opening the door for me.

“Why don’t you get out and I’ll show you?” he says, and holds out his hand for me to take. I take it and step out of the car, walking slowly towards the house. He walks behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and stepping in step with me. When we get to the door, Steve pulls a set of keys out of his pocket, and steps around me, reaching for the door. 

“Steve, what is this?” I ask him as he opens the door. He motions his hand for me to walk in the door, and I do. As I enter the house I can see candles in the windowsills, and a living room to one side, with a set of living room furniture and a large tv, which all look very new. “Okay Mister,” I say, stopping in the doorway to the living room and putting my hands on my hips. “What is this? Answer me please,” I say, looking at him as stern as I can muster, the outcome not being very stern because I am so confused and kind of overwhelmed. He laughs and picks me up, throwing me over his shoulder, and running into the living room. He tosses me gently on the couch before jumping on and landing on top of me. 

“This,” he starts, and then pauses to kiss me quickly. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist. Okay, so,” he says as he sits up and pulls me to sit up with him, resting my legs across his lap. “You know how we got that big government payout for the Vecna situation?” he asks, and I nod my head still confused. “Okay and you know how we got one for Starcourt? And remember how mine was larger than yours because I was super duper injured by the Russian spies?” I nod again, still not fully understanding. “Okay, so with the one from Starcourt I started buying furniture here and there and storing it in the pool house at my parents. And then, with the one from Vecna, I bought this house. The whole thing. No mortgage or anything. It’s just mine. I’ve had it for a few weeks, and I’ve been recruiting the gang to help me move stuff in, along with Eddie and the other older members of the Hellfire club. I have all my stuff moved in, and I’m officially out of my parents house,” he says, and then looks down at me as I process everything. 

“Wait. This is your house? Did you have any keep-quiet money left?And you’ve been moving in over the past few weeks? And no one told me? How did Dustin not break and tell me something? How did Robin manage to keep it a secret?” I ask, the questions coming one right after the other, giving him no chance to respond, until the last question leaves my mouth. He chuckles, and tucks his fingers under my chin, bringing my face to meet his and kisses me gently before letting me go. 

“Okay. Yes, this is my house. Yes, I still have a good chunk of keep-quiet money left, plus my paychecks from Family Video. The property values here are way down because of everything. Yes, I’ve been moving in for a few weeks. No, no one told you. I threatened all of them within an inch of their lives, and told them they would all owe me money if anyone broke the news to you before it was time. I threatened Dustin extra by telling him I would cut his mullet off if he spilled the news. And, Robin now owes me $50 because she all but spilled it when we were at Family Video earlier.” 

“Wait what? She asked me if you had asked me a question yet. And you haven't done that,” I say, looking at him. 

“No, not yet, but you know what I’m about to ask you,” he says with a smile, and I just look at him.

“Babe, you know I am not good at reading between the lines unless it’s to over think. I have no idea what you are about to ask me.” 

“Sweetheart, you were put on this earth to give me a headache,” he says with a shake of his head. He then takes my chin in his hand again, and looks me straight in the eyes. “Y/N, will you move in with me? If not I understand, I mean you live with your mom and brother so I would completely understand if,” he starts rambling, and I lean forward and cut him off by pressing my lips to his. 

“Shut up you dummy, of course I’ll move in with you,” I say when I pull away. “Plus, by the looks of the size of this house from the outside there’s bound to be a spare room or two where we can have my brother stay the night, or even the whole gang. And we’re still in Hawkins, so I can see my mom whenever I want.” 

“I love you,” he says, and I lean forward and capture his lips with mine. 

“I love you,” I say when I pull away, and then lean in to kiss him again. When we finally break apart we both sit there catching our breath for a second. 

“So, do you want a tour of our house?” Steve asks with a grin.

[luminouslywriting]

The pacific guys getting really hard because of idk the lack of woman theyve seen and ur body , them also trying to hide it

Again, I apologize for how long it’s taken me to get to this! Reminder that my requests remain open but I have 50+ requests in my drafts haha. Cut for length, more under the cut, spice obviously mentioned, paragraph format, note that the reader is implied to already have an established sort of semi-relationship with the men:

Robert Leckie: A panicked mess because how the hell is he going to hide this? He’s honestly walking away from the situation before he gets any more embarrassed or turned on. And he’s having a cold shower and getting real cozy with his hand tbh.

Snafu Shelton: Unabashedly takes this opportunity to flirt with and hit on you—he’s shooting his shot and hoping things will work out. He’ll ask you for a hand (and maybe even your mouth haha) and be all too pleased when you agree.

Eugene Sledge: He’s not a happy camper about the entire situation. Not only is he embarrassed, he’s also just trying to focus on the war efforts so this is NOT in his best interest. He’s definitely asking the guys for pointers and taking care of the problem himself.

John Basilone: Has 0 shame about the situation and will very suavely try to get some alone time with you. Rest assured, as much as he likes receiving, he’s also a giver and happy to return any favors you happen to do for him 😌

Runner Conley: Very annoyed about the entire thing. He’s not unhappy to take matters into his own hands but he’d definitely prefer if you gave him a hand. He’ll be very sweet about it and stumble over his words trying to express what he needs haha.

Hoosier Smith: Very suave and in tune with the fact that people think he’s pretty. He’s definitely using that confidence to approach the situation and you might just find yourself in a closet of sorts and having a very sensuous couple minutes with this man.

Lew Chuckler: Also someone who’d prefer to just take care of things himself? Although he’s missed physical touch, he’d rather just think of you as he takes care of said physical malady. He might even write you a letter about it.

Sid Phillips: Slightly shy about the entire thing and definitely doesn’t want to offend you. But still goes for it and you two end up having a very sweet and caring session of sex where you care for and help one another out. Soft and sweet the entire time.

[multiplicity-positivity]

Heya! I hope you're having a great day! I saw in your askbox guidelines that you're open to advice asks so I thought I'd drop by but please delete this if you're uncomfortable! I know this is a MASSIVE ask so I really will not be offended if you don't want to answer. Para in this context is meaning another character in my paracosm that I interact with instead of being. If anyone else sees this and wants to add their own opinions in the notes, please do!

I'm really struggling to figure out if I'm plural so I thought I'd get your opinion (/nf) given I've been using the resources off your blog for months LOL. I have a potential headmate who was originally a maladaptive daydreaming para. This para would be a fictive from a popular game. He follows the same archetype I've latched onto for paras since I was little & has told me he sees the other characters as similar to him when asked. I've been daydreaming since I was 4ish, he has been my para since I was 11. I'm currently 17. I'm going to bullet point real quick to stop it being an absolute wall of text! Reasons I have to believe he might be a headmate:

He often expresses different opinions to me or interest in different topics.

He seems to generally know almost all of what's going on/what has happened, but sometimes asks me to remind him or explain something (moreso for stuff several years back).

His voice sounds different in the internal monologue.

I think I've sensed him watching what I've been doing in the past & possibly felt him be triggered by stuff relating to his source.

One of the times he interacted unprompted was due to me being very negatively triggered.

He has gender dysphoria (see the bit below).

He's nothing like me identity wise. He's middle-aged and a cis guy and I'm fairly certain he has a different sexuality.

Reasons I doubt him:

He only speaks once prompted or once I think about him passively, excluding a couple of rare occasions. I very rarely hear from him unprompted at the moment unless I'm stressed.

He has never fronted fully. We might've switched once or twice in the past (though it was more co-fronting). It normally feels like the internal monologue switching to be his in the front & mine in the back. I'd say the terms non-possessive & monoconscious would be most fitting. I think us being able to switch on demand that early though feels wrong - though we can't always. Oh adding it here as it connects but not as a point against him: these 'switches' are sometimes accompanied by gender dysphoria, though I'm genderqueer anyway. His dysphoria is more for being male though (I actually realised I wasn't cis because of him abt 3 years back!).

I can talk to any fictional character I've engaged a lot with due to maladaptive daydreaming. I'm nervous I'm just daydreaming him tbh or forcing his responses bc sometimes he merges with my daydreaming and the lines blur.

I had a past episode where I thought I was a system a few years back but that was unrelated to him (though he was an 'alter' in that) and totally ungrounded in anything LOL.

As far as labels go, I think we might be median?? Perhaps OSDD but unlikely. I got a 35.7 on the dissociative experiences scale denoting OSDD but I got 21 on the MIID (though that felt heavily geared towards aggressive and/or childlike alters imo). I promise I'm not looking for a yes or no or a diagnosis or anything! Just any general opinions/pointers/advice you've got. It's good to hear the opinions of outsiders sometimes. Don't feel pressured to say yes either, I won't feel invalidated if you're like "urmm no that's definitely something else" because it very possibly is! If anyone else sees this and wants to add their own opinions in the notes, please do! This is all /nav /lh

hey, so we (and anyone else, really) can’t confirm or deny whether or not you’re plural. in the end, it’s going to be something you have to figure out or decide for yourself(ves). no one knows you better than you know yourself, after all, especially not people online.

plurality is an at-will label that anyone at all can use if they feel like it fits for them. it’s a label you can put on and take off at your own discretion as it works for you. if you feel plural, you’re welcome to call yourself plural, and you belong in the community just as you are. if you ever realize and decide that you’re not actually plural in the future, no harm done. it’s okay to question, and it’s okay to be wrong. it’s all a part of learning and growing as a person.

it is totally possible for someone with maladaptive daydreaming to consider the beings from their daydreams as headmates. in fact, paragenic as a term refers to systems whose plurality originated from madd or some other form of immersive daydreaming.

switching is not a requirement for plurality. our partner system is plural, and they do not switch at all. having imaginary friends or talking to characters in your mind doesn’t always have to be a plural experience, but it definitely could be. it all depends on your comfort level and how you and your potential headmates choose to identify. you very well could be a median system, if you feel like that label works for you.

as far as osdd goes, we will say that complex dissociative disorders (like did and osdd) do often arise from a history of repeated childhood trauma. these disorders form by helping children dissociate or disconnect from overwhelming stress or painful situations as a method of survival. it is absolutely possible to be plural or a system without a complex dissociative disorder, but it is not possible to develop a cdd without a history of repeated trauma in childhood.

if you suspect that you may have osdd, we can’t stress enough the importance of seeking outside help, preferably from a understanding, trauma-informed therapist or counselor. while we do believe it is possible and sometimes necessary for individuals to self-diagnose, healing from the complex trauma that accompanies dissociative disorders like osdd may require some form of outside guidance and/or support.

we’ll leave you with this post we have with resources for questioning systems. if you’ve been following us for a while, you’ve probably already seen it, but we’re sharing it anyway.

and of course, if anyone reads this who has advice for anon, you’re welcomed and encouraged to share :)

discovering and coming to terms with potential plurality can be a difficult, lengthy process. please don’t rush yourself on this journey, and give yourself space to breathe and process as you try to come to a conclusion about whether or not you’re a system (or a member of one). we’re always happy to help however we can if you have any more questions throughout this process and beyond. best of luck to you :)

[potofstewie]

Night Routine

Order-002

A/N: This one is for @cybercandy1, sorry it took so long boo, the last week of my summer program was hectic as well as this week but I'm finally back home and have time to write! I hope you enjoy this one Mirah, I for one did. Idk, I just really like writing body worship.

W/C: 0.5K

Pairing: Eren x Reader

C/W: Suggestive, body worship

Eren loves his nightly routine, it’s his favorite thing to do simply because it revolves around you. Brush his teeth with you, do your lengthy yet rewarding skincare routine with you, turn on your favorite show and watch it with you. All of that and more he enjoyed, but there was one crucial step he loved above the rest. The part where you’re fresh out the shower, him watching you change from your shared bed; his green eyes sometimes holding lust or simple admiration to his sweetheart. The part where you go over your lotion collection and carefully select which one to use for the night; the selection reminding Eren of those Bachelor shows you’d watch but less dramatic. 

With your chosen bottle of the night, your trusty cocoa butter, you walk over to him and hold it out; having this moment done so many times that words weren’t needed. Eren, per usual, takes it from you with lazy glee and as you finally got yourself comfortably positioned, he’d begin to work your body like a masseuse. His large hands glide across your warm brown skin, spreading the fragrant moisturizer up your thighs as you lay on your stomach. His hands slid up to the undercup of your behind; the part between his pointer fingers and thumb hidden under the mounds of flesh. With a soft sigh, you felt his fingers turn inwards, feeling his thumbs travel from your inner thighs to just the edge of them. His hands would then journey up to your waist; muscled arms straightening out as his digits found refuge on the small of your back. 

Eren absolutely loved seeing you practically melt into a cocoa butter scented puddle under his rough fingers. He enjoyed seeing you twitch periodically as his hands lathered lotion in between your legs; fingers grazing your core. He loved peppering your neck with soft kisses as his hands gave your sides attention. But his most favorite moment within the shared ritual was when you laid on your back. He loved watching your face morph into different façades of anticipation and bliss over what his hands would do next. Running his hands over the pudge of your stomach to under your breasts, he enjoyed every bit of it. His fingers would encase your breasts and begin to knead them; doing his best and ensuring they would be lathered as well. 

Eren reveled in your soft coos and whimpers while his fingers gently plucked and went over your hardened nipples; thumbs even tracing your dark areolas. On occasion, the nightly routine would stop here; lust grabbing both of your reins. The rest of the night would be filled with intimate dancing between silk sheets and the music of a discarded tv show playing softly in the background. This night would be no different. As soft rain began to kiss the windows of your bedroom, your lover’s lips began to kiss the cocoa butter scented skin on your neck, allowing its taste to enter and settle in his mouth. 

Eren truly loved his nightly routine, from the moment you left the shower all the way to you laying on the bed at his mercy. But he absolutely loved when the routine would transform from that of a couple’s mundane night, to an intense and passionate worship of his lover’s body.

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[theneighborhoodwatch]

Hi! Gonna start off and say that I love the work you're doing with the Welcome Home neocities website! It's perfectly stylized for the project/puppet show and I can see the work you're putting into it.

I'd love to learn how to make my own neocities website (for fun? For a personal project??), so I was wondering if you could provide some tips and/or pointers for a first-timer.

Thank you!

HAHA well first of all i'm flattered that someone would think i'm skilled enough to be giving pointers in the first place. i still consider myself a novice when it comes to web design (for example, if you're wondering why every page on welcome to welcome home has its own CSS, it's because CSS is Way harder for me to wrap my head around than HTML) so i can't give any Super advanced tips, but i can at least write about what's helped me so far:

GUIDES. neocities has its own tutorial and list of HTML/CSS resources, but user-made guides are your best friend when it comes to figuring out where to go from there. a.n. lucas and pauli kohberger both have really good guides for beginners, but for the more advanced stuff, i found myself referencing the resources on solaria's webspace and sadgrl.online the most. w3schools is also very helpful when it comes to answering more specific questions like "how do i use two different fonts on the same page?" (and probably more.) if all else fails, then usually just googling "how to (x) in HTML" or "how to (x) in CSS" will yield at least one useful result. for making your website more accessible, there's the accessible net directory and this masterpost by foxpunk on tumblr.

it sounds obvious, but it helps to have a solid idea of what kind of site you want to build before you actually dive in, and then snoop around on neocities to get an idea of how other users approach the same topic. for example, i got the idea to start a welcome home wiki on neocities after being reminded of the 8:11 wiki on the same site, and then i spent a couple days just looking up stuff like "wiki" or "fansite" on neocities and then clicking on any page that caught my attention to study it.

layouts! there's no shame in using a premade one, and you can even learn more about HTML/CSS in real time just by messing around with the base code before implementing any intentional changes. sadgrl.online's layout builder is a VERY popular choice, since you can already do a lot with the basic options it offers and it's easy to further customize once you have it set up on your page; it's what i used to make welcome to welcome home. sadgrl.online's webmaster links also feature a bunch of other options under the "layouts" tag, and if none of those work for you, then you can even find something just by looking up template/templates/layout/layouts/HTML/CSS on neocities itself.

side note: if you're reading this and you want to make a wiki then you can also use this wikitable code. it came out after i had already established the Look of welcome to welcome home, so i probably won't implement it any time soon, but i TOTALLY WOULD HAVE if it was around when i first set the site up.

you can scale images up or down using percentage, with 100% being the image's default size. i don't know how helpful or acceptable that is, but i use it a lot.

don't feel pressured to get everything done at once, even if you expect people to be visiting your site frequently. usually if you just slap on an "under construction" gif or even just write "hey this site is still under construction" then people will understand. i don't think i've ever seen anyone get super huffy about slow updates on neocities, anyway.

EDIT: OH. GRAPHICS. i mention all of these on welcome to welcome home's front page but i Also wanted to note them here: betty's graphics and websets by lynn both have HUGE collections of background tiles and other graphics that work especially well if you're going for that old web charm. i also like to use this mirror of patterncooler for backgrounds bc of the customization options. you can also make your own background tile and then use a seamless tile maker like this if all else fails.

EDIT 2: ALSO. obviously. do not be like me and use discord or any other chat client as a filehost, no matter how promising it looks, because one day you WILL get a very nasty surprise when the request signature on those urls expire and the images are no longer accessible on other sites. there are a myriad of other filehosts out there, but personally i recommend file garden (and also donating to file garden if you can, even if only for a couple months. i know i said that just yesterday, but if it gets more folks to subscribe then i'm gonna keep saying it.)

[ravennaortiz]

Chapter 11 of the Juice and OC Stormie Rayne story.

Warnings: As always this is an 18+ story. General themes of the show such as violence, drugs, swearing, smut etc. Mention of child abuse, domestic violence, sexual assault/harassment are in some chapters.

Tag List @danzer8705

*A Couple Weeks later*

"I'm a little scared still" confided Stormie as she sat behind Juice on his bike. Juice chuckled as he looked over his shoulder at her. "I just assumed your ever tightening grip was because you wanted to hug me". Stormie couldn't help but laugh as she leaned her head onto his shoulder as she relaxed her grip some.

"I'll go slow Storm" Juice said as he patted her hands where they met around his waist. Stormie bit her lip as she considered her options. "You promise?" she inquired quietly. "I promise" replied Juice firmly. "Alright, lets do this" stated Stormie with a small smile.

***

"So" stated Juice as they sat eating ice cream a bit later. "What did you think?"

"It was better than I expected. I'm excited for the ride back" gushed Stormie as she beamed with joy as she looked at him. Juice grinned as he looked at her. "Gonna have you riding your own before you know it" he stated, laughing at her wide eyed expression as she shook her head. "Nope, passenger only" stated Stormie.

"You are my favorite passenger so I guess that is a win for me" shrugged Juice as he took a bite of his ice cream with a smirk as he saw her blush.

"Hmm. Your probably my favorite biker" Stormie laughed as he shot her a look.

"Probably?" replied Juice as he laughed. "Chibs and Tig are kinda high up there" replied Stormie as she tried not to laugh. "Chibs I'm fine with. But Tig? You hurt me Storm" replied Juice as he clutched his chest dramatically.

The two were still playfully teasing each other when they got back to the clubhouse awhile later.

"Oh, to be young and in love" murmured Gemma as she sat in her office with Clay watching the pair from the open doorway. Clay laughed as he followed her gaze. "Reminds me of us. Surprised your not meddling and pushing them faster". Gemma scoffed as she sent a glare his way "I do not meddle" she snapped before laughing as he raised his brow.

***

"Whats happening?" inquired Juice as he and Stormie joined the rest of the club outside the door at the picnic tables. "Yelling woke me up" stated Isabella as she ran to hug Stormies legs. Stormie frowned as she ran her hands through her daughters hair.

"Ima was here and the wife club found out." explained Tig as he took a drag on his cigarette as Bobby nodded. "So we abandoned the lads to their fates" stated Chibs with a laugh as he sipped his whiskey.

Before anyone could say anything else the clubhouse door flew open as the two couples spilled out still arguing.

"Where" started Clay as Gemma leapt out of her chair and went running as he turned his attention back to the clubhouse where a fight had broken out. "Shit" he muttered under his breath as he followed.

***

"You tell that stupid whore to drop the charges" snapped Gemma as Jax strolled into the police station awhile later with a black eye and a busted lip. "Especially when she fucking hit her in front of her kid and knocked Isabella down" ranted Gemma as she shoved her pointer finger hard into his chest.

"Relax. I'm taking care of it" replied Jax as Unser and Hale joined them in the lobby. "Here's the footage from what really happened. Stormie was simply defending herself and her kid."

"What happened to you?" inquired Hale as Unser took the footage to review. "Tripped and fell" replied Jax with a scowl as Gemma snorted. "I see" replied Hale unconvinced before turning back to Gemma. "That young lady needs to walk a very straight line with her record. Make it clear" he stated before moving off as Gemma rolled her eyes.

"Fell huh?" replied Gemma once it was jut her and Jax. "Yep. I have a feeing once we get done here and back to the clubhouse I will fall a few more times too." he replied. Gemma simply nodded.

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[thestupidhelmet]

Hey there! First of all - I can't begin to say how amazing your work on here is. Your metas, fanfic, comics - as a relatively new 70s fan, it's been so great to peruse. I started watching the show in the autumn last year, and grew up in the 2000s so it still feels nostalgic to me.

It might be a bit of a weird question, but basically I've really been interested in researching the original screenplays, especially the 'scrapped' s7 ending (Aka the original finale) before it was renewed for season 8. I've had no luck so far, and I was wondering if you have had any experience looking for these before? If you have, would it be possible to ask for any pointers on where to start on my journey?

Thanks so much for everything you do, honestly it's amazing to read!!

Thank you for the kind words! I'm happy you're enjoying my T7S works. 😊♥️

Unfortunately, unless you got a hold of the T7S writers' own copies of their original drafts (if they -- or the producers -- still have them), they don't exist online anywhere.

The information I have about them is from the That '70s Show message board at Fan Forum. It was active from the time the earliest seasons first aired until my co-mod and I shut it down this year. The archives are still available to read at Fan Forum.

Before I was part of the board, it was a known quantity to people at That '70s Show. For instance, Wilmer Valderrama posted there a few times.

People who ran T7S fansites (which were a thing before social media sites like Facebook and Tumblr existed) often had connections to the show, and they shared insider info with people on the board, including about the S7 rewrites once S8 was greenlit. One specific example is that Jackie and Hyde were not supposed to reconcile until after Jackie's job offer in Chicago / ultimatum -- in other words, the series finale.

Because the series finale turned into a season finale, Jackie and Hyde's happy endgame was scrapped to give a ready-made story-arc to S8. That also led the showrunners to reconcile J/H temporary to give them a little more time together as a couple, allowing for the cliffhanger of the now-season finale.

J/H's reconciliation episode in S7 is badly written. Probably quickly written, and it shows. It contains no depth, no acknowledgement of their two-and-half years of show time as a couple. It defaults to their status in "Going to California" (5x01) and misinterprets and retcons it to boot.

(Reminds me of how T7S writer and T9S showrunner Gregg Mettler admitted he used Wikipedia to remind himself of the T7S characters' basic characterization and storylines instead of actually watching the show again for the most accuracy.)

When I became co-mod of the T7S board, I read through over fifteen years of posts (did my due diligence so I could be as knowledgeable as possible about T7S, behind-the-scenes info, and the fandom. The number of posts I read is staggering (we're talking close to 100,000), not just from my board but every T7S-related boarding on Fan Forum.

I also followed links to the fansites, using the Internet Wayback Machine when necessary. Found interviews with cast members and producers (transcribed, early podcasts, and filmed). Read through the Live Journal fandom and any other T7S message boards I found. I was beyond thorough. I treated my new post like getting a PhD in T7S.

Talk about hyperfixation (but I had my reasons 😅). My memory for this kind of info is scary. I might not remember how the contents of my dresser drawer have been arranged for over a decade, but I'm the person who naturally memorized her most interesting college classes and could recite their entirety to people (who were interested) for years after I graduated.

So it was with the T7S info I learned. Spoilers from taping reports with alternate takes and scenes ultimately cut from the aired episodes. The words I read while in a grocery store checkout line of the S8 showrunners from a TV Guide (I believe) interview and how unhappy I was upon learning they hated J/H's relationship and were reverting it back to their season-1 dynamic (as they [mis]understood it).

By repeating all this info for a decade to people who asked, it remained with me. I shared some of my findings on this blog with links. But to get the full picture, one would have to read all the posts and fansites, etc., which is a ridiculous task. So I do my best to provide what what specifics I can.

When I was a co-mod of the T7S board, we still had people visit who interacted with T7S creators. One person, for instance, had interviewed Mark Brazill (the man who came up with the major concepts of T7S) for his own site and posted the transcript for us.

I'm sorry that I can't help you find the actual original scripts (I'd love to read them myself), but if one watches T7S's latter half, original parts are still evident -- as are where stories were spliced and rewritten.

[omgiamwish]

Idk if prompts are okay to ask right now with the LOTR stuff(which I LOVE, keep it up!), but if they are, I was wondering if it’s okay to see a short comic heart-to-heart between Leo and Splinter after the war? Maybe Leo’s in a state of depression and he’s just sitting at the couch watching TV and Yoshi sits with him, and somehow finds the right words to help him. Just an idea.

This turned into a short fic instead (630 words).

Check out Chair Theft on Ao3 or continue reading below!

Leo sighs, eyes fixed on the projector screen but not really seeing it. Mikey had found a new old tape of magic shows for him, and Leo was trying to enjoy it, but… He just can’t pay attention to it. His thoughts keep wandering. And not even to good places, like wondering if CJ is having fun on the tour of mostly-rebuilt-NYC April is taking him on. No, his stupid brain has decided that he has to keep thinking about-

Dad’s door slides open and Leo quickly adjusts his robe, making sure it fully covers his plastron.

“Hey Dad,” Leo calls lightly, pulling a smile onto his face. “Sorry for stealing your chair.”

Splinter huffs but doesn’t reply right away, and Leo watches him notice the single katana propped on the right side of the chair.

“Have you taken your pain meds, Blue?”

Leo turns his gaze back to the screen. “Yeah.” Not that they did much on a bad day like today, when all his healed bones and scars ache like the breaks and wounds are almost new again. And that’s not even counting what hasn’t healed yet. He probably shouldn’t be out of bed today. It’s just… he doesn’t know. He thought the TV would help.

He hears Dad sigh, and then a dragging sound makes him look back over. Dad pulls one of the larger bean bag chairs over next to Leo and plops into it with a grunt.

“Remind me to ask Red to find another recliner. Mine is too small for you- not enough back support.”

Leo can’t help but stare. He’d expected… he doesn’t know what he expected- he’s only been back on his feet (more or less) for a couple weeks, and nobody’s quite back to acting normal yet. Not around Leo, at least. But he’d thought that Dad would shoo him out of the chair, or maybe just leave him alone or something. Not… whatever this is.

“Where is Red, anyway? And Orange and Purple?”

Leo shrugs with just his right shoulder. “Apparently Meat Sweats is causing trouble again. They’re taking care of it.”

Dad hums, and then breaks into an eye-squinting grin. “I think I will yell at them when they come home, for making us worry.”

This time, the smile that pulls at Leo’s face is a little more real. “Oh yeah, you’re clearly worried out of your mind right now.”

“Exactly! Now, where is your phone? Do you have it?”

Leo pulls his phone from his robe pocket and waves it in the air, curious.

“Good! Now tell them to get take-out on the way home.”

Leo snorts and begins typing in the group chat. “What, so it takes them longer and you can yell at them more?”

“That too!”

Leo hits send. Raph answers with a thumbs up emoji almost immediately and something in Leo’s chest loosens. Oh.

He looks back at Dad, who now appears to be enjoying the magic show that’s still playing. He’s not even sure if Dad likes magic shows.

“Thanks, Dad,” he croaks, because he’s trying to get better at this kind of thing, and also probably because the pain is affecting his filter.

He watches Dad start and stop an acknowledgement a few times before choosing to look back at his phone. Leo guesses Dad is trying to get better at this sort of thing too.

Mikey sends a text asking what kind of take out Leo wants, and Leo starts to answer it before his wrist aches too much and he has to set his phone on his thigh and tap out the rest of his message with his pointer finger.

Dad’s hand settles on Leo’s knee. They watch the rest of the magic shows on the new old tape together.

[pixelchills]

Do you have any pointers on expanding on a character's back story and helping further develop their personality?

I'll give you a couple of examples with these, but I'm sorry if these are not very good... I know my superpower is my wild imagination, and I've always had it, but I know not everyone thinks the eay that I do and create stories as easily...

I'd say try to find points in the already existing story and continue from there.

• If your character is afraid of something, why? Did something happen in their childhood or past that made them scared of it?

[Example] Luan is scared of escalators. Why? He saw a video of someone getting stuck in it. Also he is very unfamiliar with them, and thus not used to them; sometimes people are scared of things they don't know and trust. For Luan's mind, stairs are not supposed to move. Escalators seems unnatural to him, and when you add the video of someone getting injured in one of those he does not feel safe with it.

• Is your character good with something? Why? What made them pursue that part of interest? What made them interested in it?

[Example] Solros is good at noticing small things around himself. It is becausr he had to always be alert not to upset those around him, but it also gives him am opportunity to see things others might not notice.

• Expand your characters by giving them hopes, fears, strenghts and weaknesses. Try to think of "why" they hope or fear something.

• Pick up tropes from real life either from yourself or someone you know, or frpm a already exsisting stories, like games or TV and colour them to fit your character and their story.

[Example] Moondrop and Luan's previously abusive relationships are twisted from my own past relationships. Luan lost all of his friends because of his ex. I had the same happen to me. Moon has triggers of random things that remind him of El and cause him anxiety. I have the same thing.

[Another example] Solros' backstory with an abusive alcoholic parent is inspired by someone very close to me. Before pursuing forward with the story, I had a conversation if it would be okay to use the situation this person had been in and make it worse, by adding things and mixing them up with my own fears towards an alcoholic family member. They said yes and thus, Solros' backstory was starting to shape.

• Get inspired by anything you can grab. See a funny video? What if it was your characters in it? What would they do in that situation? Why?

• Make bullet points on some things or ideas you'd like to expand to your character backstories.

[Example] Sunrise being so scared of the little device because he was so young when he had the first taste of it. I wanted him to be scared of that device, so I had to create a scene where it would make sense to make him so scared of it.

• I often also want to include some sort of important object that gives the character a meaningful impression and helps them to continue with their life and relationships. It can be given to them by an important person, and it can be an item or an object. It could also be a scar, for example. Or it could be given by an enemy or someone they fear or avoid. But it has some sort of impact.

[Example] Sunrise's nightlight, Solros' clown doll. - the latter was a bit of a mystery to me at first, I changed my mind between the ideas of Luan giving him a scarf, or mittens, or a specific type of stone but ended up with the idea of clown dolls after I decided that Solros was really fond of the Circus.

I hope these tips help a little bit. Here's also some useful templates I found online to help you build characters (I used them for Solros and Luan):

[lucysgirlcunnie]

I saw your post about loving getting messages from other ftm girls so hi!! I’m just starting out in my journey to realising my true slutty potential and could really use a mentor to help me!! Can I have all of your best pointers please? 🥺

omg hi!! i seriously do love getting these messages like wow it makes me really wet. firstly im so proud of you for starting on this journey, i know how intimidating it can be cause this was me just a couple months ago tbh.

ive been on t for a couple years, but denied my pussy anything, i never touched her, never looked at her or my tits, i was so dysphoric and scared. but then i started lurking on the detrans kink sites and was surprised at how wet i got! and my pussy 🌸 began tingling and clenching around nothing. i was scared and ignored her, but deep down i knew what i really wanted. one day i just snapped, id simply denied her too long, and i started to finger myself.

a week later i had already bought two dildos and a toy and was addicted to fucking myself, now ive bought lingerie, i like to jiggle my tits while i ride my dildo everyday, i shave everyday to stay nice and smooth like a pretty girl and im trying to stretch my cunt out so i can take two cocks at once and even a fist and i cannot even tell you how exciting and fun it is! 💕🌸

it really shows that no matter how long you try to deny yourself or pretend to be a boy your pussy will make you make the right decision eventually, nature is really amazing like that! 🥰

so long story short, my advice is to let yourself give in to your urges. it wont be easy and it may be intimidating, thats natural, and thats okay!! dont pressure yourself, but also, let yourself do what you really want to do, i know your cunt wants to be fucked, i know you want to shake and jiggle your tits if you still have them, i know you want to be pretty and soft just like i do because if you have a vagina we all want this deep down and theres nothing wrong with it, just give in to your nature.

if you ever want any more encouragement dont be scared to message or dm, because not only does this make me happy to help other girls, it also helps me! seeing other girls give in reminds me of how far ive come in such a short time, and encourages me to wanna detrans for the kink too 💗💗

[my-mt-heart]

Hey MT! Marketing anon again. Sending you a hug through the ask box!! We still need an official confirmation, but May 11th was GOOD for Carylers. I may have cried a little when I heard she was trending on Twitter all day. I’m glad the strategy I mentioned wasn’t too off the mark (phew). It helps make the next few weeks more predictable from a marketing perspective. 

I figured I’d share a few more thoughts so we know what to expect and we're prepared. But still, quick disclaimer: this is just my perspective and speculation. Take it or leave it <3 

AMC is leaning into desires which is good. We should expect a slow trickle of Melissa-related news. Perhaps something more definitive around her birthday (I wouldn’t be surprised if Norman wishes her on IG, I’m sure he’s wanted to say something since she showed up in France lol). Let me take a moment to say I thought we’d get a glimpse of the stand-in or grey hair (can’t remember if I added that in the previous ask), and that's precisely what happened, and I was genuinely excited when I saw that haha. 

The thing to keep in mind now is any good company keeps an eye on/ tracks audience responses to lean into what's getting the most reactions and maximize the impact. Which means audience reactions should guide the flow of news/content we see in the coming week (for the most part). So being vocal about what we want to see may help show AMC what we’re tuning in (aka paying) for.

Mixed reactions is the worst sign. It means the marketing is not hitting the mark, and that's when companies start to shift strategies to get the most reactions or try to increase the audience pool (aka, it more or less explains S11). That doesn't mean you have to feign excitement about things you don't like. But it helps to refocus attention on being vocal about what you're excited to see.

I read an article about AMC losing a ton of subs lately, which may mean they’re more likely to take a route that keeps the audience with them for the long haul. And Caryl going canon would be a good strategy to bring back a huge chunk of the audience they lost in the last quarter. And keep them on for a couple of years at least (if they play their cards right).

So the best thing right now is talking about what we really want to see. Show them how much we love Caryl as a unit. How much we want to see them together. TOGETHER together.

To everyone reading: Your feelings are valid. This doesn't erase what happened last year or how we lost the original Caryl spinoff. However, it also doesn't invalidate that we're getting Caryl back. If we focus on making the most of what's ahead of us, we may see Caryl get the ending they've earned. I, for one, would at least like to try. Caryl on <3

Hey there :) Thank you so much for the pointers again. Fwiw, I think you did mention the possibility of a vague photo, so credibility earned haha

I agree that it’s probably in our best interest to keep showing enthusiasm for Melissa, Carol, and Caryl. I also want to add that I think it’s a good way to continue supporting Melissa as opposed to arguing in circles with each other and making assumptions about her professional or private life that aren’t true.

We don’t have to excuse what happened last year, and we can remind AMC of that by simply not promoting, not watching, and not subscribing for S1. That’s my plan personally. Everyone else can decide what feels right to them.

I can’t write an essay on what I want to see as much as you’re tempting me, anon, but I hope to read what other people are looking forward to and I hope S2 will fulfill Caryl fans’ wildest dreams and Melissa’s as well. She deserves to get what she wants for Carol’s story.

[merv606]

These Puritan asks and replies are killing me. So hot. So...

What if one day Terry has to pick Daniel up from a Omega Wives gathering or church aligned gathering because Daniel's been in a cat fight?!

Imagine some of the omegas are discussing their Alphas and Daniel, bless the little kitty, shares that his Alpha uses his mouth to pleasure him. He thinks they're all friends but of course the other omegas are jealous of him because he's so young and beautiful and has such a handsome, rich Alpha. One omega makes a comment, insulting Terry.

Daniel, very uncharacteristically, lashes out. He's horrified by his actions and of course he didn't really harm the other omega, maybe a scratch, but it all ends in lots of tears and shame.

Terry's quiet and stony faced as he picks Daniel up and takes him home, Daniel trying hard not to cry until they get inside. He's about to burst into tears when he sees Terry's smirk which turns into full blown laughter.

"My baby," Terry chuckles, kissing his boy, "you got into a kitten fight defending me, huh? I didn't know you had it in you, sweetheart."

Daniel's flushed and enjoying the praise, starting to smile back.

"You're the best Alpha ever, the best husband," Daniel insists, "they said... Sir, they - "

"Ssh," Terry smiles, "who cares? They're jealous of us. Look at you. They've got crusty old Alphas who can't even get it up. You're the most beautiful, the sweetest," and he gently puts his hand between Daniel's legs, feeling the never-ending heat there, "with the most fertile, tightest, juiciest cunt. Fuck them."

Daniel blushes at his husband's filthy words before enjoying Terry's talented hands and tongue ;)

And to think - he didn’t even tell them that while they were waiting for the Doctor’s go ahead after Sam was born, Terry takes his other hole 😏

I mentioned in another ask that I answered earlier today:

Some omegas whisper about how much they don’t like the actual act of conception. That is is something to be endured and Daniel worries if this means he’s wrong; that he loves it so much.

Terry though, reassures him. That he should love it - that it means Terry is going his job as his alpha - and how his reaction please Terry greatly. It feeds the alpha’s ego.

Daniel has also found a group of omegas like him - and they gossip and exchange bawdry stories. Daniel is the youngest in the group so they give him pointers and advice. Terry is fine with it, encourages these friendships, as it benefits him in the end.

So, your scenario - or a take on it:

The omegas of well off alphas spend most of their time doing charity work and fundraisers so they’re all at the church sorting through donations etc.

Some are doing that while others are in the kitchen setting up lunch.

Daniel is with his usual group of Omegas. They’re younger - all in their 20’s and 30’s - the older group are usually the ones that hold onto these ideals.

Sometimes Daniel wonders if they even like their Alphas - Terry tells him not to listen. All that matters is that he is a good omega in Terry’s eyes - and, he reminds him, even the priest says listening to your alpha and allowing him to take his pleasure how he sees fit is one of the most important qualities in being a good mate and omega for your alpha.

But one of the female omegas - a few years older than Daniel with a couple kids and pregnant with another herself - is whispering about how insatiable her alpha is for her like this - about how he likes to have her in front of a mirror when she’s like this.

She looks to Daniel’s growing belly - their second - conspiratorially asking if Terry is the same way.

It’s a moot point - they all have witnessed Terry dragging Daniel off to have his way with him when an event goes on too long, and Sam was barely two months old before Daniel announced he was expecting again.

He blushes, and they all ohhhhh - knowing there is a juicy story they need to coax out of the little omega - and he bats at them all playfully.

It’s been a little over a year since he’s called himself Terry’s husband, and his lessons in physical love between an alpha and omega began, but Daniel is still quite naive and has keep the shyness and innocence about him, even though he’s given Terry a child and is growing a second inside him.

They gather closer as he stammers through Terry making him ride his alpha’s face in their dojo - mirrors everywhere so that no matter where he looked he could see what he looked like as his alpha ate him out - how desperate and wanton he was acting for it.

How Terry had made him come from that - soaking the alpha’s face - before he was laid flat on the mat, his legs roughly opened - Terry having him spread himself - so he could see that pretty pink hole hidden within - fisting himself to completion on his belly and cunt.

“Sitting on my alpha’s face is one of my favourites,” one of them sighs dreamily, and Daniel agrees, although he says that lately, since he’s started showing with their second, Terry likes to watch him touch himself. Last night he was laid on on their bed in new pretty lingerie, designed for pregnant omegas, as Terry sat on the chair opposite the bed, drink in hand watching as Daniel pleasured himself to Terry’s instructions, his alpha doing much of the same, stroking himself to the sight.

“Absolutely disgraceful behaviour from an omega,” he hears from an older omega, deliberately eavesdropping as she passes the group.

He puts his head down, fiddling with his fingers, as the omegas in his group lay their hands on his shoulder in comfort.

“Don’t listen to her - she’s just pissed that her alpha has probably never made her wet,” and he covers his mouth to styme the laughter, even if the others openly giggle.

“Probably only ever does it missionary under the covers with the lights off,” another one cackles.

“Oh Helen - shove it up your dried up musty cunt.”

Helen ignores it, knowing Daniel is still able to be easily cowed.

“You’re too young to know better,” she says, and Daniel looks up, confused, before she continues. “It’s that alpha of yours who should be ashamed of himself and his depraved ways ….”

The slap reverberates from around the room to shocked gasps, although no one is more shocked than Daniel, his hand stinging as the woman grabs her face.

He doesn’t remember much after that - only sitting in the rectory with the priest - an older priest and not Father O’Brien, who Daniel normally confides in - while being lectured on proper Omega behaviour and how this reflects poorly on his alpha. How his alpha had to be called and is on his way down and how disappointed he will surely be at such an ill behaved mate.

“While some allowances can be made for your behaviour due to your delicate condition, this is not acceptable.”

Said alpha walks in, and he catches that last bit, frowning.

Terry was already concerned when he got the call saying Daniel attacked an older omega - one of the more pious women in the group - high up in the church - which is not like him - but when Daniel doesn’t even look up - his worry boils over.

“Ah, Alpha Silver. Truly sorry to have to call you down here due to ….”

Terry waves a hand, and the priest, a beta, although affronted, falls silent.

“Leave us.”

He kneels down to be eye level and still, his little omega refuses to look at him.

“What happened little one?”

He starts to sob then, at the gentle tone; full body shudders and Terry gathers him in his arms, soothing him, worried for both his boy and their baby.

Through heaving sobs he gathers enough info, that and the fact that on his way in the unofficial ring leader of Daniel’s little group of omega friends had quickly given him a rundown of the events.

“I know he’ll tell you but I know he’s also quite upset, sir,” she says, perfect omega manners and he thanked her for her help and for looking out for his mate.

“Any time. We’re all quite fond of him.”

Terry knows the feeling.

He focuses back on his upset and emotional mate, shushing him, rubbing his back up and down. When he finally calms Terry kisses him softly, placing his jacket around him. Being surrounded by his scent should help.

Terry really wants to laugh at the situation - outdated puritan church sex politics in omega cliches, really - but his boy is so upset and then big brown eyes, red rimmed and blotchy from crying look at him and all humour Terry found in the situation quickly evaporates, and pure rage takes it place.

Still, for the sake of his mate, and his state, he forces himself to calm - knowing Daniel will misunderstand and think it’s him Terry is angry at.

“I’m sorry. I just want to be a good mate. That’s all I want,” he says beseechingly.

Terry sighs. He knows this - it’s why the boy is like putty in his hands. It’s a good thing it was Terry who mated him.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he says.

“I didn’t mean to make you look bad.” It’s said so pitifully.

“Sweetheart, you never could. I’m so proud of you.”

That just sets him off again.

“None of that now. Come on, sweetheart. I need you to be calm for me now, okay. For the baby too,” he says, laying a hand on his stomach, Daniel placing his on top.

“You did nothing wrong.”

“He said …”

“Daniel,” and his mate looks at him. “What he says is inconsequential - what I say is all that matters - isn’t it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“There’s a good boy.”

Daniel beams, burying his face into the coat’s collar, inhaling the alpha’s scent.

“Always trust what I say to you is true.”

“I do,” he says, fiercely, and Terry’s alpha knows his little omega is back to normal now.

Terry calls for the priest, who enters, already saying,

“So this behaviour must be dealt with.”

“Yes it should be, and it will be,” Terry agrees.

He watches Daniel wipe his eyes and nose on the sleeve of Terry’s jacket, fondness overtaking him.

“Well, I’m glad we are on the same page on this horrid display of disobedience. I suggest more classes on proper etiquette for a mated omega and how their behaviour reflects on their alpha. I know he’s passed them all, with flying colours according to Father O’Brien, but he tends to be more modern and the stricter, more traditional ways are really what we should be …”

“Oh you misunderstand - I have no problem with MY omega’s behaviour.”

The priest looks confused.

“What I am worried about is how an older omega thinks it’s acceptable to work a younger omega - currently with child - an alpha’s child - MY child - into such an emotional state.”

The priest realizes too late his mistake.

“And you, lecturing MY omega on his behaviour is both highly unacceptable and wildly inappropriate. The audacity to think you know what I approve and disapprove of.”

The priest looks alarmed.

“His behaviour is my responsibility and what we do on or in our marital bed - or anywhere else, for that matter,” Terry smirks - “is based wholly on my discretion and what I see fit and is not up for anyone else’s judgement - especially not yours.”

“I do apologize ….”

“I expect your resignation to Father O’Brien, or else, I will no longer be donating to this establishment,” Terry cuts him off.

“Terry,” Daniel says and his attention instantly switches to his mate.

“I don’t want anyone to lose their job because of me.”

“It’s not because of you, sweetheart. It’s because of his actions and his actions have consequences.”

“Still …” his little mate says.

Terry sighs - he knows Daniel will feel guilty even though he has no reason to be. As it were, best to avoid it for now.

“Fine.”

The priest looks relieved.

“I thank you, Alpha Silver.”

“Don’t thank me. Thank him.”

The priest stammers out a thank you before excusing himself.

“My hero,” Terry says. “Defending my honour.” He helps the little pregnant omega up from his seat.

“It’s not funny,” Daniel mumbles, although he’s fighting off a smile himself.

It kind of is, and in few weeks they’ll both look back on this with laughter, but for now, to drive home his point.

“I think you deserve a reward.”

Daniel lights up.

“Can we get ice cream? I’m kind of hungry,” he admits. He never got to eat lunch, although he thinks he’ll keep that from Terry.

“Anything you want, baby. You know that.”

“Well, I want extra fudge and peanuts. Oh and those sprinkles and lots of cherries. You think they’ll have pickles?”

Terry wrinkles his nose. “If not, I’ll make sure you get some. I always make sure you have what you need.”

And he does.

Not that Terry doesn’t also get what he needs.

Because later on, Terry gets his own sweet treat - his head buried between the little omega’s creamy smooth thighs, which shake with pleasure against his head as he sucks at his omega’s pretty pink rosebud and laps at his wet cunt - his favourite thing to eat - all to the sounds of his omega’s sweet little whimpers, moans, and begging.

[majoringinsarcasm]

OK SO NOT TO BE EVEN MORE DELUSIONAL if Bees don’t happen tomorrow it’s fine literally I’m not even worried bc I know it will this volume BUT LET ME GET UP ON THIS STEPLADDER TO REACH FOR A MINUTE (also for context I am getting the episode numbers from crunch roll I think they might’ve been slightly different originally on YouTube but it’s fine I’m already reaching)

Volume 1 Chapter 6: The Emerald Forest is when Blake and Yang locked eyes and became partners BEFORE they even joined a team. So in a world where team rwby never happened they would still be partners on another team. Also could be argued Blake picked Yang on purpose bc we see her dart by in the foreground. You know. Also side note but Yang asking the Grimm if they’ve seen a girl in a red hood vs Ruby asking Little if they’ve seen a girl with long blonde hair. Sisters, your honor.

Volume 2 Chapter 6: Burning the Candle. DO I EVEN NEED TO SAY MORE? Some could say it’s one of the defining moments of early series Blake and Yang, it’s so good you can just say the title and the ones who get it get it. Highlights are the laser pointer which I found personally fun, early volume humor I love you, hugging your sleep deprived stressed girl best friend and then saying you’ll save her a dance. Also shout out to shirtless Ren??? Forgot about that and Nora in the background pretending not to listen to him and Jaune talk lol. Also early volume Renora my BELOVED

Volume 3 Chapter 6: Fall is when the fake out leg break happens with Mercury which isn’t a Bees moment but that later sparks the conversation all the girls have about believing Yang really saw him attack first and Blake bringing up how this reminds her of Adam but deciding to trust in Yang anyway. Volumes four and five don’t have Bee moments tied to their respective chapter sixes.

However the bees are thinking about each other while they are apart, with Blake seeing Yang in Sun’s place when he’s attacked by Ilia plus Sun literally calling out that Yang would want Blake to be with her even when things are bad. And Yang’s “what if I needed her here for me?” when she and Weiss have their little heart to heart in V5.

Volume 6 Chapter 6: Alone in the Woods: a personal favorite of mine in general. They are at the farm, they are above the Apathy, Qrow gets his first big wake up call in terms of his alcoholism and how it affects his family. Yang grabs Blake by the hand to lead her out of the house even though she doesn’t really Need to and Weiss gets to torch the place because she also has a parental figure who struggles with drinking and it affects her. Love this episode a true banger.

Volume 7 Chapter 6: A Night Off: Blake and Yang are going dancing. Neither are very good at it and it’s very cute. Featuring a hand on the shoulder as Blake does her makeup and Yang sitting like a lesbian on the bed behind her and smiling as she does said makeup. Also Blake’s giggle she laughs at whatever Yang does. I love mutually down bad couples. Also Weiss watching half of her team be gay dorks and deciding to go to the movies with Oscar and Jaune bc she refuses to be a third wheel for another second. Highlight for me personally is the beginning when everyone is training I love shots like that I think it’s cute and fun and. I miss when they could act like this before. The Horrors truly set it. Also the beginnings of Ren semblance evolution and the Rosegarden crumb haha. Also Yang chasing after Blake and her shadows as they are fishing was also cute.

Volume 8 Chapter 6 is Cinder’s backstory but V8 does have the bee reunion face cradle and forehead touch as well as Yang’s conversation with Jaune that he mistakenly thinks is about Ruby, as well as Blake’s conversation with Nora about needing to know who you are outside of your relationship and how They don’t have to be all You are.

WHICH BRINGS US NOW TO VOLUME 9 CHAPTER 6. Not every cute or significant Bee moment is tied to chapter six and they have more than one movement to talk and have moments in each volume. I just had a lil breakthrough and wanted to check when they became partners and what chapter burning the candle was and went down a rabbit hole.

Again IF there’s no confession in like 10 hours do Not let the bad faith haters get you down. We are coming off a wild episode and I personally missed my boy Jaune so much and want to know what happened to him. We will see how all that plays out. But the evidence is there and has been for years and has been pointed out in universe so if it doesn’t happen it’s ok to be disappointed but please trust that it Will happen.

But if it DOES? No bigger bottles will be popped. We win either way; it just depends on when. See y’all on the other side!

[sohannabarberaesque]

Postcards from Snagglepuss

So what's the attraction, the pull even, of Catalina?

AVALON, SANTA CATALINA ISLAND, CA: And to think it all started a few years back in working a Character Convocation on short notice around the Avalon Harbour Underwater Cleanup ... which had Peter Potamus and Lippy the Lion unearthing an iron bedframe from the bottom of Avalon Bay, among other things!

Yet for some reason, Peter Potamus (and none other than) decided to send his Magic Divers (and guests) to Avalon to help out in the annual Underwater Cleanup of Avalon Bay, serving as its main boat harbour. Which is also the only day in the year divers are permitted in Avalon Bay, to begin with, though "Bubbles," with the Catalina Diving Clowder, likes to note where local youngsters were fond of diving for coin tossed overboard as the Great White Steamers of yore, as in the SS Avalon and SS Catalina, docked in Avalon coming over from the mainland, San Pedro even ...

But at any rate, yours truly and Huckleberry Hound are gathered at an impromptu hospitality room which the Catalina Diving Clowder has set up at their quarters on the hills overlooking Avalon for as much us fellow Hanna-Barbera Funtastics as other divers joining in the Underwater Cleanup. And while the former may not quite be the Laff-A-Lympics teams of yore (as in the Yogi Yahooeys, Scooby Doobys and Really Rottens), in the Magic Divers, the Divin' Wolf Pups, the Catalina Diving Clowder--and even Top Cat's clowder--such funtastic interest in diving is represented.

"Is it any wonder 'cat' is the first name in Catalina?" as the Diving Clowder's Jessamaine forever reminds us. Yet a couple evenings ahead of the Avalon Bay Underwater Cleanup, the talk is about as much Catalina as diving. And when the Hair Bear Bunch brought up their diving escapades following their mating season road trip orgies in among the lakes of the North Woods, the applause couldn't have been heartier or more raucous over some of the Diving Clowder's celebrated Dungeness crab bisque--doubtless explaining the aroma of the salt water premeating the kitchen.

And the Diving Clowder's members are sworn to secrecy as to the recipe for the bisque.

What was equally amusing and fascinating was the presence of Bon-Bon and Ding-a-Ling, those Divin' Wolf Pups giving the whole ideal of the "sea wolf" new meaning, as if Bon-Bon's uncle, the celebrated Loopy De Loop, or Ding's mentor, Hokey Wolf--not to mention the rather raucous and snarky Mildew Wolf--weren't sea wolves enow. And to learn that Bon-Bon and Ding-a-Ling would also be part of the harbour cleanup crew, perhaps the youngest divers there ever once the cleanup is underway!

As Hokey Wolf, more or less the "alpha male" of the Three Wolves dive crew, explained it to me strolling through Beautiful Downtown Avalon the other evening, "Snag, believe you me, how much more interesting can diving get when there's a trio of wolves like us fond of SCUBA!"

"And it gets even more interesting," saith I to Hokey, "when you learn how Bon-Bon as much as Ding-a-Ling got fascinated about diving in the first place!"

"You were talking about me, Snagglepuss, just now?" exclaimed Ding.

"Affirmative."

"It was at a lupine pup camp up near the Boundary Waters in northern Minnesota some years ago ... and it was more or less on a dare from one of the older campers; he thought the lake was somewhat close to maybe 50 to a hundred feet deep, and wondered if any of the wolves would dive to the bottom ... and I stepped up to the challenge."

"So, Ding," Hokey asked. "how deep did it get exactly?"

"Closer to 30 feet. But at any rate, one of the counsellors would give me some pointers on diving ..."

"And, in time, you came into this wolf's life, no doubt!"

"Hokey is MY HERO!!!" as Ding was quick to exclaim in laid-back manner, pointing at his mentor with thumb.

And there's obviously more where this came from ...

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