#I want to hold someone in my tum

[mango-ribs]

I’m so fucking hungry where are all the prey when you need them

[juleswrites223]

Desi Girl

Pairing: Carlos Sainz jr x indian!reader

Context: Attending a desi wedding with bae

ps: No specific faceclaim, i got every image from pinterest. Desi girls need some love too and i love carlos so i thought he would be the perfect fit for this.

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yourusername shaadi (wedding) time!!

ps; not my shaadi, my sister's

tagged: carlossainz55

landonorris where's my invite

yourusername remember the time we invited you for diwali and you almost burned yourself bc YOU INSISTED TO LIGHT FIRECRACKERS WITH MY BROTHER landonorris no regrets yourusername you almost died dummy landonorris like i said no regrets carlossainz55 .... ynloversz i love how carlos is so used to their banter that he stays out of it lest he too face the wrath of y/n yncarlos tired older sister and annoying younger brother dynamic ynmylove the fact that she already has a younger brother who annoys tf outta her and now she gotta deal with lando and her lil bro mywifeyn my girl cant catch a break😭

charlesleclerc i wanted to come too...

yourusername you can come when we get married carlossainz55 what she said^^^

yummyyn they’re so in love😩😩😩

carlitoyn mother is mothering; daddy is daddying

ynwifey shes so so mommy😩

randohater yeah must be fun mooching off your millionaire bf

ynloversz oh someone hold me back im boutta get violent

mywifeyn its always these ignorant americans smh 🤦

ynmyqueen her family is hella rich and practically run almost everything in India so before hating on someone who is way richer and prettier than you, do your research cuz this is embarrassing for you.

f1wags

f1wags Carlos Sainz and his girlfriend Y/n Y/l/n in Jaipur, Rajasthan at her cousin sister's wedding. Both looking quite good in traditional indian outfit.

carlito55 OMG CARLOS IN A KURTA. THIS IS NOT A DRILL I REPEAT CARLOS IN A KURTA

carlyn MY JAW DROPPED. THEY LOOK SO GORGGGGG

Ynfanacc mother slaying as usual

yourusername

youusername with meri jaan (my life)🫶

tagged: carlossainz55

ynloversz “meri jaan”🥹

carlitoyn tell me why I’m crying

carlyn they love each other so much I’m crying

carlossainz55 tum meri jaan ho ❤️ (you are my life)

ynwifey Carlos replied in Hindi Oml I’m boutta cry

landonorris did yn help you type this or did you use google translate??😑

yourusername I may have helped a bit

carlossainz55 tu gadha hai (you’re an idiot) landonorris

yourusername now that’s all him, I’m so proud that he’s learning hindi 🥹 (btw my brother taught him that)

yourbrother roasteddd

Ynnnn55 they visited a temple together omlll

ynpyaar (pyaar means love) I literally met them today and they are even cuter and down to earth in real life.

yncarlos I love that even though both of them are really rich they’re still so down to earth which honestly makes them even more attractive

carlitoyn it’s not even just yn, but her entire family is also like that, honestly love her family, they’re such kind souls, it’s no surprise yn is too

carlossainz55

carlossainz55 with mi amor ❤️(my love)

yourusername I love you ❤️

carlossainz55 I love you more baby landonorris i see you have no shame yourusername what is our crime?? landonorris having fun without me yourusername 😐 carlossainz55 😐

yncarlos THE IT COUPLE!!!!

carlitoyn MISS MAAM YOUR OUTFIT!!!! THE HENNA ON YOUR FEET!!! THE FIRST PIC SO CUTE IM GONNA PASS OUT

liked by yourusername and carlossainz55

ynwifey THEM DANCING IS SO ADORABLE

carlossainz55 posted a story

caption: everyone is tired 🫨

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caption: 🥳🥳

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caption: Congratulations didi (older sister) and jiju (brother in law)

carlossainz55

carlossainz55 fun couple of days with mi amor

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yourusername carlos drank so much chai, he has become a certified indian now🫡

carlossainz55 mazaa aaya (had fun) yourusername Im glad 😘

landonorris better get an invite to y'all's wedding

yourusername of course lando carlossainz55 could be any day now so you better check your mail ynloversz WHAT

carlitoyn always eating with the looks queen 😍

f1wags you guys are a beautiful couple truly ❤️

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author's note: Y'all would not believe how much i enjoyed this. Ive been super inactive because ive been super busy with stuff plus with not wanting to write but hopefully im back and will be writing more stuff, a lot F1 related bc im into F1 rn.

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Since I really love your hurt/comfort hcs, do you have any hcs about how the gang are when they’re sick? You can do it for any of the gang, whoever you have ideas for! ❤️🎞️

Oh boy do I- (Sorry that Dally and Two Bit hardly have any, I don’t have much on their characters for this lol-also I didn’t do Steve purely because i don’t know anything about him because there was like-one line about him in the book lmao)

Ponyboy Curtis

Honestly Darry doesn’t believe Pont sometimes when he says he feels sick because he knows Pony used to fake it sometimes-

So he sends Pony to school only to get a call not even an hour later saying Ponyboy passed out and threw up at school

Pony is WHINY when he’s sick

He doesn’t say much, he just whimpers and whines a lot

Stomachaches are most frequent with him. Especially because of anxiety, he tends to literally worry himself sick

Darry can’t really tell the difference between when Pony is hungry, anxious or sick so he probably made Pony just eat that morning and said he was probably “just anxious” and sent him on his way

Soda kept trying to insist Pony was sick but Darry wouldn’t listen, so Pony just tried to suck it up

Johnny was the one who brought him home, thankfully. He didn’t really know what to do though and Pony kept begging him not to call Darry because the school already did and he doesn’t wanna be a bother

Like I said, he gets stomachaches a lot

So he’s just curled up in a blanket, sniffling while he tries to hold back tears because his stomachaches can get painful as hell

He doesn’t eat when he’s sick. At all. Darry and Soda literally have to try and force him to eat

His favorite is any kind of stew. Especially beef stew. He’s a sucker for it.

When he vomits it tends to be REALLY violent

Like I’m pretty sure he’s fractured a rib from how violent his vomit bouts tend to be

He’s living off ondansetron, Tums and pepsi because he prefers just burping everything up over throwing his back out when it comes to puking

Ges so pitiful too like he just stares at you with these glossy ass eyes and you can’t tell if it’s from sickness or tears and his cheeks are red and his hair is sticking up everywhere

He’s clingy too like Soda cannot escape his grasp

“Pony ai have to go to work” “Nooooo five more minutes :(“

He always has warnings before he throws up. His stomach starts getting loud and he starts very violently burping and someone (usually Darry) has to literally pick Pony up and hold him so he can throw up

They try everything to make it less painful. Soda is squeamish with vomit but he’ll rub Pony’s stomach and Darry will try to hold him kinda tight so he doesn’t convulse too hard and hurt himself

You can always tell when he’s getting better tho evacuate he starts asking for and seeking out food

It was really only one time that Darry refused to let him stay home but it turned out Pony actually had like-a really bad flu and now Darry just takes his word for it (unless he knows Pony has a test or smth in a class he’s not good in but then he starts getting suspicious)

He likes being read to. He’ll ask Soda to read him Great Expectations or Gone With The Wind

“Haven’t you read those like a million times?” “Please..? 🥺” “fine”

(side headcanon but Soda does different voices for different characters and even when he’s sick it makes Pony laugh because he’ll give Pip this rally deep raspy voice or smth)

He’s really just weak for a bit and then he’s like “Darry I’m hungry” and they’re just like “okay yeah he’s getting better”

Sodapop Curtis

Oh. My. God. He’s so fucking dramatic

”Darry, I think I’m dying” “You have a head cold”

You think Ponyboy is whiny you should hear Sodapop

He has a very vocal tummy and being sick isn’t an exception to this

When him and Pony are trying to sleep he’s just curled around his stomach trying to make it be quiet because he knows Pony has school and he doesn’t wanna keep him up

Its genuinely kind of sad because he really just wants to be taken care of but he knows Pong will be at school and he doesn’t wanna ask Darry to take care of him

So he goes into work until Steve catches him vomiting in the bathroom and takes him home

Soda insists on not calling Darry but once he’s asleep Steve calls him

He feels like a burden honestly but he keeps that to himself

He sleeps. A lot. And if you try to wake him up he actually starts crying

He absolutely detests throwing up and will do just about anything to avoid doing it

Hell unironically whine to Darry about how “my tummy hurts :(“

Darry is so over it lmao (he loves Soda but he’ll literally just take Pony to the side and be like “thank you for being somewhat easy when you’re sick” and pony is just like 😒

Soda has an iron grip and when he’s sick and you get stuck in his arms you are NOT escaping

He’s surprisingly hungry when he’s sick like he can eat full meals. They’re small. And probably soup and crackers but he can do it

Hes very shaky and uncoordinated tho so usually he has to have Pony, Darry or Steve help him. Pony and Darry are sweeties about it but Steve will be like “what you want me to do the “here comes the airplane” bullshit?”

He does it in the end and Soda feeds into it. When there together they’re absolute fucking boys and its insane

It’s very rare for him to actually throw up. He has to be REALLY sick in order for that to happen

But when he does throw up? It’s a lot.

his brothers learned this the hard way

Now if they see him twitch in the slightest they’re picking him up bridal style and hoisting him over their shoulders and plopping him in front of the toilet and holding his hair back

He gets very fussy if he gets vomit on himself like he’s immediately like “no i need to shower now”

He absolutely has a kitten sneeze

He gets really depressed when he’s sick because he can’t go outside or do much so he’s just sulking the whole time lmao

He snores when he’s sick because his nose gets stuffy (it’s really weak snoring but enough to keep you awake)

He’s very dramatic tho

It’s kinda like when you accidentally step on a dog’s tail and start doting on them so they milk it a bit (could just be me, I have a very dramatic dog) like the minute you start babying him he goes from “this sucks” to “I’m dying@

“Darry, Pony, I think I’m dying” “Soda, you’re fine. You have a stomach bug” “Can you put red carnations on my grave” “For fucks sake”

They still baby him but he can get annoying lmao

Steve usually takes care of him too when Pony is at school and Darry is at work

You can always tell when he’s better because you can kinda bribe him out of milking it

“I feel like I’m dying” “Yeah, okay. Pony and I are going to McDonalds.” “…can I come”

Hes a doofus. I love him.

Darry Curtis

You cannot get this man to take a break

Don’t even try. He could have puke on his shirt, be drenched in sweat, have a garbage can full of tissues next to his bed and he’ll still be like “yeah i’m fine”

(he’s not fine)

He’ll literally either A.) have to pass out at work, B.) be barricaded inside by his brothers or C.) work himself to the bone to the pony he can’t even get out of bed without stumbling from being so weak

Its usually A or C but sometimes Pony and/or Sofa will intervene and be like “Darry you literally have a 102.7 fever, you threw up, you sweated the Atlantic ocean onto your bed, you’re not roofing houses like this”

And he’s too weak/annoyed to argue

He tries to do everything for himself like if he has to throw up he drags himself up. If he knows he needs to try and eat he’ll be trying to make himself something. It honestly gets to the point where Pony and Soda are snuggling him through the sickness and if there’s even a sign that he’s hungry, or a sign he needs to throw up, one will haul him out and the other will make sure he doesn’t try to do anything by himself

The two of them honestly try to baby him but he’s like “I don’t need to be babied”

He won’t admit it even on his death bed but he loves when his brothers take care of him. It’s a nice change of pace for him and it makes him happy to know his brothers love him so much

He used to feel awkward because Pony and Soda were his younger brothers and he was supposed to care for them but he accepts being taken care of now

Usually his sicknesses come form over exhaustion and not sleeping a lot. So don’t expect him to wake up like…at all when he’s sick

If you even try to wake him up you will be dealing with a VERY angry Ponyboy and Sodapop

Darry doesn’t get stomach bugs too often. Mostly when he’s sick he’s just dealing with a monster of a headache and feeling like he’s gonna pass out at any minute

He has a hard time accepting he’s sick because he thinks it makes him look weak but y’know. His brothers don’t take that from him

He tends to get very frustrated with himself for not being able to stand up properly or the fact that he stumbles to even go and take a shower

He hardly complains unless he’s actually in pain. Because he gets REALLY sore when he’s sick too. His muscles tend to just temporarily die and he’s left shaky and feeling weak

Sods always gives him massages though to try and ease it up. And Darry loves it. Soda has literally put him to sleep on more than one occasion

Pony and Soda both have to carry him to his bed after which is near mission fucking impossible because they’re both lanky as fuck and he’s bigger

It’s hard to tell when he’s genuinely getting better because he will pull some creative shit to try and get back to work. Point and Soda never fall for it though and always drag him back to rest

He deserves a break, man. Give him one :(

Johnny Cade

He’s honestly so quiet about being sick. Like his normal face is already pale and nervous looking so he doesn’t look too far off when he’s sick

He does g admit to anyone when he’s sick because he doesn’t wanna feel like a burden So he just houses himself up at the lot and prays no Socs jump him

Pony usually finds him passed out in the broad sunlight (side headcanon that Johnny needs it to be dark or near dark to fall asleep) and Pony carrie’s him to his place

When he woke up he was honestly just really surprised and mildly upset with Pony for bringing him back to his place

“I told you, I don’t wanna be here-just let me go back to the lot-“ “N O”

He eventually gives in after a while of this because 1. he’s too tired and 2. He genuinely kind of wants to be doted on. But he would rather put a loaded gun in his mouth than admit that

Either Pony bings him to his place or Dally ends up keeping him at Buck’s place before realizing the partying and smell of alcohol probably doesn’t help Johnny so to the Curtis house it is

Dally would absolutely baby him. But if ANYONE brings up the fact that he’s a smidge softer than normal he will break their jaw

He’s not completely soft but he’ll bring Johnny some medicine and his favorite snacks and drinks and will just sit by his bed and make sure he’s okay

I like the little brother dynamic a lot-I have a lot of headcanons about Dally’s past if you’re interested lol-but anyway

When Dally’s in the cooler, the Curtis boys take care of him

He hates being babied but at the same time he’s not used to positive attention. So he kind of just accepts it

He, like Pony, usually worries himself sick, either worrying about what will happen when he goes home nor worrying about the Socs

So he often gets really bad stomachaches too, but not to worry-Soda has magic hands, I swear-Johnny gets REALLY jumpy when Soda first tries to give him a tummy rub but eventually just loosened up and allowed it because it felt nice and kept him from wanting to throw up

He did throw up on Darry’s bed once though and thought Darry was gonna kill him but Darry honestly just shrugged it off and told him that worse has happened in that bed. So Johnny completely relaxes after that

He tends to throw up easily, he has a weak stomach already and when he’s stressed and sick he can’t even hold water down

He tends to get really high fevers too which can be scary for some time

I kinda headcanon that he’s bilingual because one of his parents is Hispanic, so sometimes he’ll just utter stuff in Spanish and nobody really knows what he’s saying

He refuses to take his shirt off though because 1. he hates his body and 2. he’s insecure of his vitiligo (side headcanon that he has vitiligo)

So he’s just left sweating and curled up on the bed

Hes usually on extra high alert when he’s sick though because he knows he’s delirious and he knows he’s slower than normal so he’s constantly in fight or flight and Pony will sit with him for however long it takes for him to calm down

He’ll read to Johnny too to try and get him to just sleep for even a little bit

He did nearly get jumped once when he was sick but he ended up actually kinda fighting back and that’s when Dally had to come in and help him out because he was just standing with his switchblade with unfocused wyes while shaking like a chihuahua

He’s a decent patient. He’s jumpy. He’s kinda always on edge. But he lets himself be taken care of in the end.

Dallas Winston

He swears he never gets sick but he does

When he’s sick he gets even more angry if that’s possible

He just hangs out at Bucks because he would rather dig his own grave than be doted on by the gang

So he kinda prefers to take care of himself. But Johnny always knows when he’s sick. It’s like a spidey sense of his, knowing whenDallas is sick

So it’s either Johnny getting to help Dally get better or Dally is living in Buck’s bedroom with nothing but alcohol and smokes.

Sometimes Johnny will come over to try and give Dally medicine or something. Dally did NOT wanna take it but Johnny took no shit

“C’mon, Dal. You need to take it to get better.” “No I don’t, just leave me be” “You’re taking it whether you like it or not”

Theyre such a dynamic duo I swear

Dally refuses to take any flavored medicine either because he wants to look tuff. But he CANNOT swallow pills dry

He can chug down beers and eat chicken legs like a beast but when it comes to pills? Nuh uh. He can’t do it. He tries and ends up almost throwing up on himself.

Hes honestly not even awake whenever he’s sick. He’s always sleeping or just sitting and staring at the ceiling

He doesn’t get sick TOO often but when he does he refuses to leave Buck’s place.

He literally just shows up at Buck’s place whenever he’s sick like “I feel like shit and I’m crashing here thanks

Buck doesn’t give a shit, he’s drunk or high half the time so he’s just like “oh ok”

Sometimes Johnny will bring Pony along because pony wants to come too

Dally kinda gets pissed at first because he’s like “I don’t want you two babying me or harassing me to take my medicine, I’ll do it when I want to.

So honestly that’s just kinda how he is lmao. He’s not abreast patient. At all. And in the end he will curse you out for trying to make him take medicine (alcohol is the best medicine to him) and he will shoot down any requests for care. But if you’re Johnny you might…MIGHT be able to get through to him

Two Bit Mathews

Let’s be real he was a dirt eater as a kid

He has the immune system of a tank. But when he does get sick he might as well be drunk with how delirious he acts

He just crashes on the Curtis’ couch and whoever is up first (Darry or Pony usually) will just stare at him for a minute, roll their eyes and heave him up so they can clean him up because he puked on himself and the floor and the couch and the wall and somehow the ceiling

Nobody knows how he does it. He kinda just…does.

Usually his sicknesses come from the massive fucking hangovers be endured after going to parties so you’re dealing with a very delirious, snarky, stubborn Two Bit who will eat all the chocolate cake in the house no matter how sick he is

He jsut crashes on the Curtis’ couch for a few days because he’s honestly just so exhausted and doesn’t give a shit. They know he’s better when he’s left their house

He only likes the flavored kids shit. Darry refuses to buy it so Two Bit will sneak out and steal it because he’s just like that

Whenever he gets a hangover he’ll just drink a giant think of Pepsi or something because he knows he’s dehydrated and whatnot and that’s the only thing that helps

That or milk. Whatever is in the Curtis’ fridge

He literally just sits in front of the TV all day and it ticks Darry off so fucking much

“You were just complaining bait how much your head was hurting and now you’re over here watching TV. What world does that make sense in?” “My world. Now move, I wanna see what happens next.”

He’s so annoying sometimes lmao-then he just flat out ends up leaving with the Curtis’ cake being like “yeah I feel better, thanks for letting me crash, bye”

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Sypnopsis - Professor Crowley helping you his dear student relive some stress.

Warnings - Smut 18+, Teacher x student, squirting, dirty talk, humiliation, gagging, flattery!

A/n - I was been supposed to get this done. Sorry for the delay I got really busy with school. But it’s out now thanks for the support! And also before anyone starts Y/n is grown. REBLOG PLS!!

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“It’s been months since I’ve seen my family! My friends hell even my enemies.” What have you been doing this whole time? Answer me, Crowley,” you demanded!

“Y/n I have a school to run on top of trying to solve your impossible dilemma. For all I know you might’ve fallen from the sky like the tums.” Well, you’re not doing a good job at your school if your students keep overblotting,” you snapped.

You were tired of Crowley's BS that’s why you stormed into his office. You were currently standing over his desk looking his stupid mask in the eyes. He sat on his chair which resembled a bird cage.

“I have to be the one to stop them from dying because conveniently somehow you’re never around. You told me I could be a student here, not a therapist.” As pathetic as it may be you began to cry the built stress of holding back your feelings let loose.

“I need help myself I don’t have time to help others. Please Crowley help me find a way home,” you sobbed. Crowley sighed before clutching you closer to him.

“I'm a generous headmaster I hate to see my students under such stress. Especially beautiful ones that I’m trying to help every day. Crowley pulled your hands away from your face. Here come closer Y/n.” You followed his instructions as he pulled slightly on your arm.

He opened up one of his desk drawers to a file with your name on it. “This is everything I’ve collected on you so far even after using my global resources,” he spoke.”You read through the files while bent over his desk for a better view.

You could see how every lead he got was scratched off. It was hard to read since he had chicken scribble but you got through most of it. Crowley had been trying. But this file just proved one more thing you were never getting home. In a moment of shock you fell back and the tears began to stream again. You were in Crowleys now lap to upset to move. “Sorry Mr. Crowley,” you sniffed. “I can see now that you have been trying.”

“Yes this whole time this situation has been stressful for me as well since you’re quite troublesome on campus,” he joked. You could tell he was trying to lighten the mood. “I guess you have it hard too.” You shifted so that you could look at him not even remembering that you were on his lap.

“Um yeah I guess you could say that,” he coughed. For a second you wondered what he meant by that and then you felt it. His large hard on pressing onto your back. “Oh I should get up,” you yelped.

“No, I don’t mind you staying here. You look too pretty when you cry. And it seems like we could both use a little bit of a stress relief. Look at how tense you are.” He started to massage your shoulders then his hands rolled down to your neck.

You let out a sharp exhale startled by his cold hand on such a sensitive area. He began to grind himself into your now-exposed panties since your skirt was lifted. “I’ll continue only if you want me to Y/n. It’s an honor to make love to someone like me,” he chuckled.

“I’ve never done anything like this Mr. Crowley.” It’s okay I’ll walk you through it there’s no way you won’t enjoy your time with me.” Okay I’ll try then.”

“But are we gonna do it here? What if someone walks in?” They can’t do much to the I'm the headmaster after all.” His hands gripped your ass giving it a firm squeeze. “I don’t know Mister this seems like a bad idea.

“Hey,” you protested. “Just calm down.” His fingers ghosted over your pussy causing you to squirm. “Squirming already I guess you’re nervous. I would be too if I were having sex with me.”

“Shhh just sit and relax.” He put your legs on each side of the chair legs and held your back for support. “Let’s get these useless things off.” He cut off your panties in an instant with his claws.

“Your egos too high,” you spoke. “And your mouth is too smart it would be best if I stuff you quiet.” What huh.” You asked not fully registering what he meant. The leftover fabric of your panties was stuffed in your mouth.

“That’s better.” One of his hands gripped your thigh tighter as the other worked off his golden claws and gloves. You waited watching his every move. His fingers were abnormally long and slender. He also had claw-like fingernails on all but two of his middle fingers. You didn’t think Mr. Crowley would get any pussy he seemed too busy but you were wrong. He knew exactly what to do massaging your clit while teasing your fluttering hole.

Your moans could be heard through your gag. “Feels good huh?” I can tell it does look at how you’ll suck me up.” He inserted his finger then and your heat greedily accepted him.

“See I’m always right!” You ready to take the next one? He questioned inbetween tasting your juices on his finger. You shook your head quickly slightly ashamed at your eagerness. The stretch felt heavenly to the point where you sunk your hips down further on his fingers.

“So needy huh? You needed this Y/n you need me huh?” You shook your head again grinding yourself up and down on his fingers. By now your pussy was so wet it started to make lewd sounds.

They got louder and louder the longer you fucked yourself on his fingers. Crowley sat back admiring the view. Your pussy was on full display since your uniform skirt was lifted. You felt his eyes burning onto you. His gaze wasn’t a judgemental but a loving one.

He realized how much of a slut he just found. He would just have to train you to realize it. But you were quickly breaking out of your box. Your moans were turning into whines. You were close now bouncing on his curved fingers like a fuck rabbit.

Your hands dug into his shoulders landing on his soft feather-filled Shaw. You buried your face in his neck too ashamed to face him. “Most women would get tired by now and want me to fuck them. I guess you young ones have more stamina.”

He was such a talkative asshole you wish that he would shut up. But you couldn’t stop now when you were so close to cumming. You were so close to letting go your juices were dripping down his fingers wetting his dress shirt.

“Such a loud sloppy mess for me. You’re doing so good Let me see how you feel with this.” He stopped all motion leaving you breathless. For a second you were hopeless that he was gonna help you finish. But his hands boosted your thighs up now your pussy was nearing his mouth.

You gasped into your gag you were high up now with no support other than his hair to hold. “Shh calm down I never dropped anyone doing this. Just give in everything will be okay.” He spoke sending vibrations and chills up your already shakey spine. He licked up around your thighs purposefully missing your needy parts. You whined pulling him forward. “Lick here.” You tried to illustrate through your gag.

This was the longest you’ve been edged your entire impatient life. You used your tongue to push your gag out you could’ve taken being bound any longer. “Headmage please I need your mouth. I need to cum or I think I’ll go crazy. Now stop being a fucking tease,” you demanded. “That’s not nice language young lady.” Okay, I’m sorry I’m sorry,” you pleaded.

“Fine, I’ll be kind enough to spare you.” Ahh! You screamed being unexpectedly dropped. You were back on Crowley's lap then you were back on the desk. You spread your legs again and finally after what felt like forever his mouth met your clit.

You wrapped your legs around his head tightly. “You’re not escaping this bit.” No problem I can stay like this for hours,” he murmured. He began to lap up your juices that had pilled up from all his teasing.

“Mmm, that feels good.” Doesn't it baby I heard my head game is superior.” Stop hearing and start focusing,” you instructed. “You’re insufferable,” you sighed. “And you're sweet so sweet,” he explained through slurps.

“Mmm Crowley,” you groaned. “You’re so naughty y/n I feel you twitching on my tongue. Are you about to cum? You must be look at how you’re shaking.” You hadn’t even noticed that how your body was reacting.

“Yes I’m about to cum!” Hmm,” he pondered. “Should I really let you cum? I don’t think this naughty pussy deserves it.” He teased while slapping your clit. You tightened in surprise and sprung up. “Crowley!”

“Fuck please just let me I’ve been waiting so long.” He gave you a reassuring glance latching his mouth to your clit. This time you knew he would allow you to cum. He didn’t let up for a second not even to breathe.

His mask partially lifted but you were too out of it to look at his secret identity. Your vision began to blur so you just shut your eyes as tight as they could go. Crowley didn’t like how your body was pulling away so his arm held your stomach down.

There was no escaping his tounges harsh attack even after you began to cum. He continued prolonging your orgasm. Your toes curled and even the iron grip he had on your waist wasn’t enough to stop you from shaking.

“Fuck I’m gonna! Ahh, I’m gonna squirt if you keep that up,” you warned. “I don’t mind the mess my dear but I do mind your volume.” He explained before pulling you into a smothering kiss.

You let go completely over his lanky fingers. “Headmage!! You screamed into his mouth. His tongue swayed across yours muffling your sound. “Ahh.” You sighed relieved that your edging was over. You were trying to relax your breathing for a moment before you hit Crowley. “What the fuck why are you such a tease?!”

“I have to be and anyways you should be grateful look at how hard you came.” You left my desk all sticky.” Well it’s gonna stay that way,” you chuckled. You slid off his desk pulling your panties back up.

“C’mon don’t leave my little stress reliever. Don’t you want to help your dear Headmage out a little more after I was so kind to you?” He grabbed his buldge and for a second you wanted to go back down on your knees.

But the bell ringing distracted your thoughts. “I need to be a good student like I said earlier. So bye Crowley. You left leaving him a hard insatiable mess.

[stuffing-seattle]

I've been skinny and self concious about my own weight forever, but I always have this underlying desire to let go a little, just see what it's like to indulge. Doing it for someone would make things easier and being fed/encouraged would also make things easier I feel. Tell me, if I had told you about this and later down the track we went to an all you can eat buffet, would you give me a taste of what it's like? and how would it go, owo ~?? how would you make my itty-bitties pale in comparison to my midriff? tell me everything, would degrade me/embarass me in public??

Sorry it took me so long to answer this one. I wanted to give this ask the attention it deserved. So, let’s start from the beginning shall we? Buffet dates are one of my hottest fantasies, so unfortunately for your tiny little belly, there would be no holding back. First we would have to agree on two safe words. For the purpose of this story let’s say they are “salad” and “exercise”, two concepts that would never cross the mind of a soon-to-be fatty like you. We need two because the first means “Please my tummy hurts and I need to stop.” The second means, “If I have one more bite, all of that delicious food is going to end up back on this table.” See the thing to know about skinny Feedees, is that you can always go past where you think your limit is. Your untrained little belly just doesn’t know what that feeling is. Before the date, I would have you buy a blouse that was one size too small for you. Then I would sit you down at the table, and bring you plate after plate of hearty food. A thin little thing like you would probably only be able to get through 3 plates with the right encouragement. At the end of plate one your breathing is labored. At the end of plate two your rounded tum is straining by at the buttons of your top and desperately trying to claw its way out. You obediently finish the third plate, but you slump back in your booth, with a distended tummy you didn’t think you were capable of. Through labored breaths, you manage to spit out the word “salad”. Your blouse buttons are holding on as hard as they can at this point, and the taut flesh of your belly seeps through at every available hole, begging to be free. I’m proud of you for what you have gotten through, but I know you can have more. This time, I don’t return with food, but instead, three cups of soda. I sit in the booth next to you, and use one hand to slowly massage your aching belly. I can hear it groan and gurgle and protest from where I’m sitting. When i touch it I can feel it quiver and shudder through the fabric as it wrestles with its banquet. I take the first cup of soda and hold it to your lips. You drink like the good pig you are, and slowly, very slowly, all the liquid enters your angry belly. As soon as you finish the first, I raise the second. You gulp it down again. Same with the third. As soon as the final drop sloshes into you tummy, a glazed look comes over your eyes. All the carbonated liquid was too much for your blouse, and finally, all the buttons snap free allowing you exposed belly to lurch forward with and audible slosh. The violent movement is instantly followed quickly by a look of panic in your eyes. Before you can raise your hands to cover your mouth, you let out a tremendous *BEEEEELLLLLCCCCHHHH* that leaves you winded and panting, and all the other customers in a ten foot radius looking at you in surprise. I’m sure none of them thought a pig of your size could make such a sound. You are beyond caring though, as you fight the the urge to fall asleep as you also fight the food to keep it where it belongs. “Exer-*orp*-ah, ex-*bep*-oh fuck. Exercise.” You manage to stammer out between burp attacks, almost as if your body is fighting you not to say it. Now we are done, and I have to put one of your arms around my shoulders to hoist you up and help you to the car as your other arm cradles your distended belly that sloshes and roars with every step. Everyone in the restaurant is looking at us- no- at you, and your grossly distended belly in awe and shock.

Hope that scratched the itch you were looking for and was worth the wait. Now if you’ll excuse me I have to masturbate and cum like a fire truck. Jump in my DMs if you’d like to help 😘😘

[lord-starscream]

(OOC post)

(More details for those who were worried, I had my wrist checked out by two paramedics without much of a conclusion. I tried to stay for the rest of our thing last night (would’ve lasted till 10pm) but the ladies running the thing went mom mode on me and made me go home. Honestly? I was in so much pain I was crying so then I was nauseous so instead of taking the pain meds they handed me, I took some tums. I did have to go home and I had someone care for me until they determined it was time for me to sleep. They emailed my director and he said one hand was better then none because I am quite an important part in our team but honestly? I was planning to use both hands and deal with the repercussions after. It’s the LAST competition. I want to give my all.)

(That was what happened now about my wrist. It was hurting for some months before this but the pain was so small and I was having other problems (like my SI joint being out etc) so I ignored it. At my performance last night, I was really using my wrist incredibly roughly and our largest chunk of the night- I fucked it up. It was agony if I didn’t hold pressure on it specifically on either side.)

(Anywho, the transportation to get to the competition is long and I’ve been on tumblr like normal before on past competitions so I can be here but I’ll let you guys know when I have to go for a bit)

@myloveforfanfictonisendless @silenceofthewave @afloatindarkness @seekeraircaptain @shatteredhope123

[giggly-squiggily]

WIND BREAKER WIND BREAKER WIND BREAKER AND LEE!SUO HEHHEHEHE I LOVEDDDDD SEEING THAT ON YOUR PAGE HOLYYYYY

Sharing a quick thought about Suo. He’s definitely ticklish on his sides and stomach but it’s very situational. If he’s been like pinned down and it’s his bare tum and the ler is super soft and teasy, THATS when Suo breaks. I could definitely see a scene where Sakura is complaining that Suo isn’t ticklish on his stomach but Neiri to have notes somehow on it where he’s like “oh no he is, you just need to be gentle and know what to do and say!” Provoking Sakura to aquire someone to help him with it and for Neiri to be there to direct him on what to do.

Sakura ends up getting a lesson on how to be gentle while still having someone at his mercy and who better then Suo 🙏🙏😤

Ume sees them all tickling Suo and gets super excited and is like “oooh! Tickles fight! My favorite” blah blah blah something about team bonding.

(Headcanons to Dabbles: OFFICIALLY CLOSED)

EJKRKJERJEKJ HELP SUO- I don't know if you wanted this as a dabble or just wanted to share, but I wrote it anyway cause how could I NOT??? It's so perfect and Suo as a lee needs more love! I've gotcha covered!

CW: swearing

“You’re full of shit.” Sakura accused.

“Watch your mouth.” Suo chided, to whom neither boy knew. Neiri carried on anyway.

“No, I’m serious! Suo is ticklish on his stomach- you just have to know what to do.” He waved his “Top Secret” notebook like a bible. “I have witness reports!”

“Who the hell tickled him before-” Sakura began, but his answer was sitting not far from him, talking to Toma. Umemiya caught his eye before winking. Did he know what they were discussing?

Who cares- he had evidence now! “What do you have to do?”

“Sakura, I’d highly advise you don’t.” Suo’s smile grew a tad strained, leaning away when his friends turned to grin at him. “I can’t guarantee your physical wellbeing if you try anything…” “That’s the first step, actually- pin him down!”

“On it!” Umemiya ran over, confirming his earlier suspicions as he wrestled Suo to the ground. “Squirmy guy, aren’t you? Sugishita, help me!”

“No don’t-” Suo’s cries were lost as said boy tackled him, adding to the fray. Before long, the long haired teen had him in a hold; sitting above his head with his legs pressing into his outstretched arms. He further added to the hold by grabbing onto Suo’s wrists, the grip firm but comfortable. “This is a bit unnecessary, no?”

“Hehehe, gotcha! Okay, Neiri, what’s next?” Umemiya asked from his spot across Suo’s lower legs, hands on his chin and feet kicking happily like a child. The blonde nearly forgot how to speak being in the presence of their top guy.

“E-Erm, okay! Right- eh- you have to be super gentle- feather gentle! It’s better if you do it on bare skin.” Neiri nodded, flustering some at the last part. Sakura shrugged and did as he was told, shoving up Suo’s shirt.

“Gentle, gentle? Like barely touching him?”

“Sakura, dohohon’t you dahahhahare!” The first few giggles that slipped out nearly made him stop there. “Aheahhaha, nohohohoho!”

“Holy- it’s working!” Sakura was shocked to the core. He thought Suo’s ears were the only bad part on him, but this? This was just as exciting as a discovery.

“Told you. Nothing in my notes is incorrect! Well- except that one thing..and the other thing..” Neiri hummed as he flipped through his pages, Sakura carrying on gently tickling Suo while Umemiya gave him the occasional pointer. “I might need to update this soon.”

“No worries on that right now- come; help Sakura!” Umemiya invited him over, making Neiri puff with surprise. “Enjoy your youth through the power of tickle fights! It’s good for team bonding!”

“O-Okay! Right!”

“Suo’s gonna kill them.” Toma mused outloud to his own group, laughing some when said boy squealed. “Or at the very least- he’s gonna make them wish they never tickled him.”

“Hm. How much do you want to bet? I’m saying 10000 yen Suo’s gonna go afterrrr Sakurrrra first.” Enomoto declared.

“20000 yen he goes for blondie.” Kaji mumbled around his lollipop. Toma snickered.

“You’re on.”

[i-cant-sing]

How would your yandere ocs (I’m look respectfully to you Halim) react to dentist reader operating on their mouth. Like I see all of these tiktoks of patients licking their dentist gloves or the dentist asking for tools only for the patient to try and make a heart with their outstretched hand.

What do you think if a handsome man did that to you?

Idk if yall do this, but like most patients normally have their eyes closed through most of the procedure but Halim???? This mf is just sitting their with his eyes wide open and big ass LUCIOUS lashes, staring right at you with his mouth open like- 👁👅👁

And like during thr procedure he'd keep wiggling his tongue around your fingers and it almost ended up in you accidentally piercing his tongue with sharp instruments, but then fortunately his attendant/designated driver Mahir (cause ofc he'd bring his bff to hold his hand because "dental phobia" which is a big fat lie because Halim has no dental phobia and just wanted to hang out with Mahir, and Mahir only came because he had to drag Halim's ass to get his routine dental cleaning) comes over and smacks him across the cheek. "Halim, if you waste more time, I will put you in a headlock and have them extract all your teeth." Poor Halim just pouts and sulks into the chair, only beaming when you bribe him with a lollipop if he promises to be a good patient.

And since you're also Mahir's crush and he's also getting insanely jealous of Halim ogling you, his patience running thin when you raise your hand ti grab an instrument but Halim joins his hand with your and makes a heart.

"Aap zara bahir jayen gi?" (Can you go out for a bit?) Mahir says to you. You hesitantly nod, only because you need to get something from the storage room. Mahir closes the door behind you, and begins taking his belt off.

"Ye kya kar rahay ho tum?" (What are you doing?) Halim asks as he chuckles nervously.

"Jo teray baap ko karna chahiye tha bachpan mai." (What your father should've done in your childhood) Mahir says with a murderous glint in his eyes.

Halim gulps audibly, his eyes trained on the leather belt.

"Mahir, tum tou meray achay dost ho na-" (mahir, you're my good friend-) halim tries to say but is cut off by Mahir who raises the belt in his hand and aims at him.

"Ab ho ga maut ka nanga nach" Mahir says as he strikes down.

-

You're startled as you hear someone scream bloody murder and all you could manage to see was Halim running out of the dental office while Mahir slowly walks out as he fixes his belt.

"Halim got nervous. I'll take him to a different dentist next time." He pulls out a wad of cash and places it on your desk. "Sorry for wasting your time and inconveniencing you. See you next week?" You could only nod as he leaves your dental office and heads straight towards where Halim had vanished.

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

Hi S!

Eager to know Jalebi's honest opinion. Is Arnav a classist? His actions and accusations of "gold digging" against Khushi seems to say so. Later on during the 'dadi track' he seems to oppose her evident classism. But is that because now Khushi is his wife?

Hey!

This is an interesting question because there is a yes and a no.

A yes because had Khushi belonged from a higher class, Arnav's treatment of her would have been different. So if a person is treated better because of their class, that's classism.

However, Arnav has absolutely no qualms with people from lower class. When he learns that Akash loves Payal, Arnav's main concern isn't that Payal comes from no money and lower social status, his concern is whether or not Akash is ready for a lifelong commitment and isn't being childish just because he's infatuated. That is Arnav being a really sensible brother.

Arnav actually has no difficulty gelling with Khushi's family. Any problem Arnav faces in Lakshminagar is a direct result of Khushi annoying him. He's, in fact, quite sensitive to Gupta's monetary stretch. He doesn't order Italian food for himself simply because the Guptas don't know fine dining. He actually orders it for everyone - even though he's annoyed the hell out of Khushi because ordering food for just himself at a guest's house is rude.

And let's not forget, Arnav gets annoyed every time Manorama makes a comment on class on either Payal or Khushi.

Dadi track had a lot of missed potential in my opinion. It would have been great for Khushi to point out that Dadi mirrors a lot of Arnav's earlier opinions of her.

To be honest, more than Khushi being his wife it's about the time when Arnav's misgivings about Khushi started fading (around post Janmashtami). I think that's when he figured out Khush is a bit stupid and absurd, but not the gold digger he assumed her to be.

Hence, he's a bit disturbed when he learns that Manorama accused Khushi of robbery (because Anjali is right about Khushi being unjustly treated at Shantivan).

[I've always interpreted Arnav asking Khushi tum theek ho that day for more than just the getting her earring stuck on his jacket - which is also a weird thing to ask if someone is ok after an accessory got stuck, lol]

And then during Dadi era he loves Khushi, so of course he's taking a stand for the woman he loves.

He loves Khushi. He loves her family.

But there is a slight, inherent, classism in Arnav because reality IS that Khushi would have had a lot of things easier for her if she just belonged from a better class (not even his equivalent but just if she spoke English, or came across as upper middle class).

And it is classism that it takes SO much for him to start viewing her nicely. To throw away his prejudice. Her class plays a key role here.

Anjali has to keep justifying Khushi's intentions. Khushi has to prove her kindness and selflessness MULTIPLE times to his family. Arnav has no hesitation to shove money in Khushi's face.

It is classism that he resorts to insulting her class when he wants a shield for his growing attraction.

And Arnav would have thought twice before hurting her because she holds some power. Now power dynamics is a whole different monster in this conversation because not just class but even gender, their careers, Khushi's family and patriarchy play a key role behind the grossly imbalanced power dynamic between Arnav and Khushi.

In short, there is classism because Arnav feels entitled to do his way when he's being ruthless. But also Arnav is completely accepting of people from different classes and he does not think he's amazing because of it.

So a yes, and a no.

Love,

S

P.S: Anjali exhibits privilege in and a very very slight classist nature as well. A person of lower class cannot tell Anjali no. She keeps compelling Khushi multiple times because of this class difference (not just because Khushi is kind).

Anjali is kind and cultured enough to say the right thing but she is not beyond manipulating situations to her benefit. Anjali cares far more for her brother, so she's completely fine subjecting Khushi to continuous interactions with her acrimonious brother, misusing her financial strength against Khushi, having Khushi constantly come over to her home even after her job is over so Khushi has to juggle looking after her parents and tuitions and being Anjali & La's buddy time while her transportation costs are totally not being covered.

Anjali is blind as hell to the fact that Khushi's time is of value as well.

[hermionegalathynius]

Found Family (5/?)

I cannot tell you all how much your support of my writing means to me. I’m so sorry this took so long. If I’m being honest, the next part might take even longer (just because I’m busy with college exams and uni applications… the stress levels are REAL high right now) but I want you to know I love reading your comments and I smile every time someone reacts to my posts. Anyway, here we go!

Fandom: Now You See Me

Pairing: Daniel Atlas x Reader

Warnings: some swearing, read at your own discretion.

  “Can’t we all — just once — stay in the same place for more than a few weeks at a time?” you sighed, climbing in the back of the car with Merritt and Danny. 

  “I agree that that would be nice, but currently we have no control over where we go and when. Literally, considering we entered the tube in New York and were spat out in Macau,” Danny said, letting you rest your head on his shoulder tiredly. 

  “It’s all about blind spots,” Merritt’s brother said once the car began moving through the streets of Macau, “When you’re staring straight at something and not see it. Why? Blind spots! We learnt that together, didn’t we, bro?”

  Merritt grunted, staring blankly at the floor. You nudged his foot with yours gently, trying to comfort him. He flashed a small, grateful smile. 

  “Did he tell you that we were partners, once?” Chase continued, “No? I didn’t think so. The ‘Mini-McKinneys’.”

  “Cool,” Lula said flatly.

  “And then one day, we were 12, and Virginia von Welsheim had a very nice party down the street. I had a little tum-tum, couldn’t go. Mer-Bear did it on his own and got a taste of the solo thing, and uh… and kicked me to the curb.”

  “Oh god,” Danny muttered. You nudged him in the side for insensitivity. 

  Merritt sighed, “Chase, you win! I concede. Just tell me how you did it.”

  Chase grinned, “Delivery came to your door about a month ago… a little za?”

  “Za?” Danny asked.

  “Pizza,” Merritt told him, then addressing his brother, “Huh?”

  “Yeah, so what he did, my little womb-mate, is he downloaded all of your private information and my employer had all he needed.”

  You could feel Danny glaring at Merritt for accusing him of being the leak. You rolled your eyes at his ability to hold a grudge. 

  “Thanks,” Danny said to Merritt sarcastically, then turning to Chase, “How did you know how to find him?”

  “That’s a very good question, Atlas,” Chase said, miming locking his mouth closed and throwing away the key. 

  “Okay,” Danny said, frustration bleeding from his tone. 

  “Danny, I swear to god, don’t make Merritt feel worse about this than he already does,” you whispered so only he could hear. 

  “He’s a hypocrite, Y/n,” Danny hissed.

  You just took your head off his shoulder and shifted away from him, too angry to care about how tired you were in that moment. Why couldn’t he just let it go? 

  The car pulled in to what looked like a casino and stopped at the front door. The Horsemen got out, flanked by more armed guards. 

  “Just follow the guards, they’ll take you to my boss,” Chase said with a grin, “Been fun playing this cat-and-mouse with you, broski. Meow.”

  Merritt rubbed his eyes with his middle fingers. You found a grim sort of satisfaction in that. 

  “Have fun at the Sands,” Chase called as the car pulled away again and you were escorted into the casino. 

  “I am so, so, so sorry,” Merritt said to Danny. You watched wearily from behind them, hoping Danny swallowed his pride for once. 

  “Yeah, you should be.” Of course not. “Don’t ever accuse me of betraying us again, okay?”

  You scoffed, quickening your steps to walk past him and get him out of your eyesight. Unfortunately, the guards led you to an elevator where you were forced to stand in the back and watch as Danny walked in and caught your eye, cocking his head at your glare, and resting his hand against the wall. Your heart thumped loudly at the sight, adding to your frustration. God dammit, he was not allowed to look that good when you were angry with him!

  “Do you guys ever think that the Eye is watching this?” Lula asked next to you, breaking the sullen silence, “You know, that maybe this is even what they want? And at the exact right moment they’re going to swoop in, and we’ll be like, ‘Yes! Thank God you’re here! Thank God! Just in the nick of time, Eye!’ And then we’ll just celebrate, and it was all worth it in the end?”

  Silence. You swallowed, still gazing at Danny. 

  “I don’t even really think that either, so… It’s cool.”

  The elevator door pinged, and opened up behind you. Some sort of rock music blared as the five of you turned around. A man stood in front of huge, floor-length windows looking out on Macau. His leg jerked in time with the music as he flicked a playing card back and forth between his hands. 

  You were shoved out of the elevator by the guards as the man turned around and exclaimed, “Ah! Ta-da! So happy to be working with you! Please, come in, come in!”

  The guards shoved you further, and you winced as one of them elbowed you in the ribs, a soft huff leaving your mouth. 

  “Hey! Hands off her, buddy,” Danny said, stepping between you and the guard. You swallowed down the warmth blooming in your chest at his words, desperately trying to cling to the anger you had held for him just moments earlier. It was a pointless exercise, but damn you if you didn’t try. 

  “Wait, sorry, how are you working with us?” he asked, still standing in front of you which forced you to peer at the stranger over his shoulder. 

  “Oh, well, as much as a magician who pulls a rabbit from a hat is working with that rabbit,” the man explained, pulling on a pair of very expensive looking slippers and walking over his koi-pond floor, “We'll be working together. Yes. Allow me to introduce myself.”

  “Yeah, you’re Walter Mabry,” you stated, stepping out from behind Danny. 

  “You died a year ago,” Jack clarified. 

  “Yes!” Mabry exclaimed, “An idea I got from you, Mr Wilder! Fake your death and the world puts its guard down.”

  You glanced at Lula who stood to your left — she seemed just as overwhelmed as you felt. 

  “I’m able to control quite a few companies, including my old partner Owen’s, as a consortium of so-called anonymous shareholders,” Mabry continued. 

  “And that violates how many SEC laws?” Lula asked. 

  “I believe it breaks all of them,” Mabry answered casually. 

  “All of them,” Lula repeated dryly.

  How could everything have gone so wrong, you thought, dread curling in your gut. This man was obviously unstable, and had no qualms with breaking laws and risking going to jail. Who knew what he was really capable of when pushed?

  “You see, you all want an audience. Need one, desperately. It’s quite sad really,” he directed this at Danny who’s jaw twitched in irritation. You gripped his wrist gently, silently begging him to keep his cool, “I, on the other hand, want the opposite of that. I just want to be, and I am, one hundred percent off the grid. You know why?”

  “Yeah, because the grid is for actual human beings,” Danny quipped, making you grip his wrist tighter. He sent an apologetic glance your way, twisting his hand to grab yours. 

  Mabry was infuriated for a total of zero point five seconds before giving Danny a chillingly calm smile, “No, because in a world of total surveillance, the only true freedom lies in not being seen. You can’t control the grid from within the grid. Follow me.”

  He began walking off. When you didn’t follow him he repeated, “Follow me!”

  “Okay, alright.”

  The guards pushed you forward and the five of you followed Mabry as he spoke. 

  “You pulled a hat out of a rabbit,” he said, turning to Lula, “That was very colourful.”

  She sighed, “Almost eight and a half years ago, so, no need to bring that up.”

  You yourself winced at the memory. Mabry was wrong, there had been an abundance of one colour in particular — red. 

  Mabry grinned and instead turned to Danny, “We can’t all be held accountable for our adolescent personas, can we, Magicolio?”

  Your eyes widened and you whirled on Danny who’s jaw ticked in irritation, “Magicolio… that was fifteen years ago.”

  Oh, you were definitely going to use this. It was gold. 

  “Don’t get me wrong,” Mabry continued, very obviously enjoying his main character moment, “Like you, and many others I suppose, who were not getting any sex in high school, I dabbled with it.” Merritt pointed at Danny who shook his head. “But, uh, unlike you, I was able to transition upward towards actual magic.”

  He gestured to the side where there stood what looked like a giant, shiny server, “Science, you may have heard it called. So would you like to know, my friends, just how I got you here?”

  “We know how you did it,” you stated, having figured that out on the ride here. 

  “No you don’t,” Mabry said sharply. 

  “Yeah, you stole our files from the show,” Merritt drawled, “then obviously hypnotised us.”

  “No, seriously, stop.”

  “The strobe was a combo of binaural beats, as well as…”

  “I said stop!” Mabry yelled, grabbing the sides of Merritt’s neck. The mentalist looked down at the shorter man, a little disturbed. Danny gripped your hand tighter, “You might not be having fun, but I am.”

  “You have an unusual way of showing it,” Merritt mused.

  Mabry ignored his comment and stepped back, clapping his hands together and grinning excitedly,” So... How did I do it? Easy. You see, magicians like to control other people's perceptions. In your heightened state of agitation, you saw the simplest cues — Black tube, roof — and your minds filled in the rest.”

  “Shit,” you muttered, mentally kicking yourself for not keeping your head during the chaos.

  “But the tube you meant to go down was 20 feet to your right,” Mabry finished smugly, “Go on, sit down. There's no one

standing in your way.”

  “Don’t mind if I do,” Merritt quipped, settling onto the couch. 

  With slight caution, you followed his lead, Danny plopping down next to you. To your dismay, Mabry squeezed in between you and Lula.

  “Anyway, once in the tube, yes you’re right. Blah blah blah, the strobe contained UV letters pulsing the word ‘sleep’, and this combined with the sound put you into an instant alpha pattern.”

  The image of the flashing lights in the tube resurfaced in your mind’s eye and you tried not to wince at the reality of it. You had been tricked. All of you. Dylan too, probably. Not to mention you were now at the mercy of this clearly unhinged not-dead billionaire with a god complex. 

  “And from then on,” Mabry continued, “it really was just fun, and I can assure you, you don’t know what happened.”

  With that he clicked the remote and a power point was displayed on the screen in front of you. The opening slide was black with the words ‘Our trip to Macau’ in white typing. The next slide cleared everything up. 

  “That’s really creepy,” You stated, cautiously eyeing the photograph of your unconscious self lying with your head in Danny’s lap as he leaned on Mabry who was giving the camera the finger. 

  “Really, really creepy,” Lula agreed.

  “That’s not cool,” you said, shaking your head. 

  “Yep, easy stuff, magic, if you put your mind to it,” Mabry said cheerfully. You wanted to claw his eyes out. This urge was heightened when the next photo showed draped over Mabry’s lap, your head resting on his shoulder. 

  Danny tensed next to you.

  “Alright, that’s enough,” he interjected, “So why are we here then? You know, besides you getting to show off how adorably clever you are?” 

  “Well to start with, the man you stole from last year. Turns out I had invested a lot of money in some of his companies so a lot of what you stole, was in fact mine.” Mabry said, his cheerful tone completely at odds with the accusation.

  “It’s a small world,” you muttered, rolling your eyes. It figured this lunatic was after money. Or revenge. Either was enough to satisfy people like him.

  “Good news is, it’s very easy for you to pay me back! I just need your… skills.”

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@Pulling-out-my-eyes

@Nightmaredressedlikeadaydream57

[calmingpi]

Siblings computer ran out of battery just after lucrezia got downloaded into agatha, so heres the current sturmhalten (and end of circus arc) commentary

Im going to hand the phone to sibling, because they want to write it out themself, but also i told them they cant be too explicit so they said they'd censor things. I also put my foot down and said they cant call lars a "candy-ass," even if they meant it as a compliment about his ass

"Circus:

Payne and Countess Marie are both very fun characters, and good caretakers to the rest of the cast. Good Munkustrap and Cassandra vibes.

Lars is sweet, and im assuming he will die horribly and brutally. I have no hope for him. Nice butt. I wanna say Rum Tum Tugger but IDK, he isnt confident enough.

I want Zeetha to **** ** **** *** ***** *******-**** and i think her hair is neat. She should **** DuPree. Bombalurina, big time.

Pix is adorable and I love how schemey but sweet she is. She's like someone who steals your skittles then gives you a single peppermint and a smile. Like, not what i wanted, but you're very pretty so ill take what i can get, do you want my wallet too, or? Honestly, Rumpleteaser.

Thats honestly all my opinions on the circus people, the rest are fun but not fleshed out enough for me to hold harsh opinions.

Krosp is such a good contrast to Agatha and I like how much he obviously cares for her. she was one of the first people to show him kindness, and he clearly is repaying it in an angry feline way. Hes like a big brother who is also a cat. Hes an angry Asperagus the Theatre Cat.

I've hit Tarvek and I don't buy this cutesy sweet boy act at all. I KNOW YOU'RE A BITCH. MAN UP AND BE THE DIVA BASTARD I KNOW YOU ARE CUT THIS UWU BABY SHIT. loser. He's great. Mr. Mistofolees, but not the movie version. Pure classic era Mistofolees.

I think all the Jägers should **** ********* ** *** ********** and im not allowed to elaborate. Theyre all three Rum Tum Tuggers trying to out Rum each others Tuggers.

Anevka. Baby. Baby girl. She was the greatest guy arouuunnnnnddd! "What about the murder?" WHAT MURDAAAHH? im a transformers fan so robot women i am absolutely not immune to. Skimbleshanks if he wore prada.

Calm is making me stop. Anyway calm needs to post transformers opinions now becauses faes been watching that in exchange for GG readings."

... Sibling is a huge fan of cats the musical

[cowvboyenema]

man im sliding you a fat fucking mug of honesty

frothy and hot as shit

i hit post three times and immediately got cozy as fuck

on that snork mimimimi shit

this shits embarrassing but im not the fun kind of famous i guess

whatever that shit you said about going full necro on some crows was probably the more interesting side that this could land on

you guys really dont talk that much on here, huh

[ohnomytummy]

My unicorn and i'd be at your service ^^

But i'd prefer to stuff you silly before, end the whole stuffing with a milkshake laced with the lax. Rubbing your tum and Just watch you get imcreasingly more nauseous with each tentative swallow.

Once your done, sick, bloated and confused i'd let you Tell me exactly how you feel while i more or less helpful jiggly and massage your Dome of a Belly.

Until inevitably the lax Takes effect and all the food comes rushing Back Out leaving you a whiny, burpy mess

🦄

😳🫣 Excuse me but….that needs to happen…now?

The milkshake lax would make me so nauseous I don’t know if I’d be able to finish it. Laxatives aren’t supposed to mix with dairy for that exact reason. Puking. You’d have to help keep everything down for me, rubbing my bloated belly and letting me moan in your lap while we drown out (but not really) my intense, sickly gut gurgles with a movie or tv show.

Stuffing me before hand, too? By the time we got to the milkshake my tummy would already hurt 😖, so you’d be adding flame to fire. And I don’t even want to know how awful it would feel towards the end, especially if you, um…made me hold it until I thought I would burst. Letting me sit on the toilet, but not letting me go. Rubbing my bare belly and teasing me even more by lightly pushing on my aching bowels. I’d probably still be so nauseous too, and yeah…I’d be burping nonstop….

I wish someone could do this to me on a Friday or Saturday night, like a date night….full of laxative bellies and sexy moans and burps 💕🥵 Make-out sessions interrupted by nauseous burps and cramps, moving your attention from my lips and neck to my poor belly, now a rock in your hands. Stripping me naked, my clothes drenched in nauseous sweat, watching the tight bloat of my belly distort my entire figure and running your hands over my body to distract me from the pain. Fucking to take my mind off how sick my tummy feels. Until that sickness catches up to me and my stomach lurches from the force of us….running up my throat and through my guts….

[desifleabag]

Thoughts when I watch rain!

I want to read a book with a cup of coffee/ I will hold my mother's hand when it thunders/When will I dance on 'Tum Se Hi' in the rain with him? /Should I ask him, 'How's he doing?'/ I need to be a hopeless romantic in my poems and diary, not in real life/Should I eat momos or kandhyachi bhaji?/ I will go to a book cafe and have their coffee/ I should start wearing my chapals/ I want to get drenched in the rain, dance on 'Chak Dhoom Dhoom./ I wanna be Shraddha Kapoor in the rainy season/ Oh boy, someone take me to Mumbai/Marine Drive feels chahiye, yaar/Let me open my diary; I have a list of rainy season rom-com movies/ Should I drink hot chocolate or tea/Mom will kill me; I don't wash my white shoes/ Texting my friends to dance in the rain/ Why does she hate rain ,Who hurt her?/ Why does he like winter and not rain?/ It would be so great to walk in the rain with a blue or pink saree/I want to have slow-mo romance with romantic music in the background/Should I write a poetry?

[amazingmsme]

imagine if you will:

The younger lib have always made fun of their oldest brother, wiggly, for advertising himself as a 'tickling doll'. But now there are dolls of ALL the lib, meaning their likely to all get some tickles on their belly-wells too (thanks to the brand Wiggly's unintentionally given them)

Each brother has a different reaction to the new sensations: Pokey starts sputtering, trying his damndest to keep in any embarassing sounds attempting to belt out of his mouth. Blinky looks around for who could be tickliing him, but when he sees nobody, he realizes some human's playing with him. Tinky IMMEDIATELY bursting out into goofy giggles, visibly confused on whats happening to him, but also kiiinda just letting it happen. And lil baby bro Nibbly, puts his hands over his face to cover the giant dopey smile starting to form.

So heres the fun bit, ALL the younger lords are giggling like crazy and saying they regret following Wiggly's 'doll idea', and Wiggly is just watching with pure enjoymwnt, teasing them all to his cold green hearts content.

Until he feels that familiar touch once again.

Now all 5 brothers are losing their shit, laughing at not only the tickly sensations, but also at each other; mocking each others laughs, teasing abt tickle spots, funny reactions, the whole shabang.

Now its practically a 'family tradition' that whenever one of them starts giggling uncontrollably (from specifically their corresponding doll) the whole gang gets to tease him about it.

(And bonus points if Webby gets to tease her silly ticklish brothers while she's completely untouched)

HSKSVSKDVEID I AM IMAGINING VIVIDLY THIS IS PERFECTION!!!

Seriously all the other libs mock Wiggly SOOOO much for the Tickle Me Wiggly & he is just so fed up about it! Just keeps insisting he was following a strict business model that Uncle Wiley aka Wilbur Cross assured him would work. Cute fluffy doll that’s squishable & fun for kids! The only other doll he could think of that caused riots was tickle me elmo & Wiggly was being a bit of a bitch so Wilbur was like “I have the PERFECT doll for you my fluffy friend!” & basically convinced him. So to his credit, he didn’t come up with the idea on his own but like hell the other lords believe him😂 he gets so huffy trying to convince them it wasn’t his idea & it’s like “the lady doth protest too much”

He’s so done with their teasing & he offers to help them all get their own physical vessels so they can invade earth together & they’re like ok, surely this won’t backfire

Cut to Wiggly grabbing Wiley by the collar of his jean jacket shaking him & demanding he help him get payback on his brothers. He agrees of course, but he would’ve anyway even without the manhandling. Geez Wiggly calm tf down!

But he shows them their dolls & they’re all pretty happy with how they look. Tinky & Nibbly want to keep one for themselves because they’re honestly proud of how cute they are! But for the most part they’re all oblivious to his ulterior motives of revenge

Uncle Wiley Toys™ markets all the dolls as Tickle Me Wiggly’s brothers from Drowsy Town, & they’re just as cuddly & ticklish as their bro! & they have their own voice boxes with their own laughs & lil quips to encourage kids to poke & squeeze their tums

Your description of their reactions are so spot on!! Pokey tries so hard to keep his laughter in because he likes to come off as serious & all high & mighty & someone as great of an actor as he is should be able to hold in his laughter!

& I LOVE how Blinky is looking all around for the culprit & being so confused how they could hide from him but then he gets tickled & it feels like they should be right in front of him! So he closes his eye(s?) & is able to look through the dolls & manages to pinpoint which one it is & see what tf is going on. & he sees this lil girl cradling the doll & tickling it & yeah it tickles like hell & is embarrassing but the sight is so sweet an endearing that he can’t help but watch

Tinky has to try to hide how much fun he’s actually having but all his bros can see right through it. Any time he can feel the ghostly tingles spreading across his body he falls to his knees in a fit of giggles! Just rolls around on the ground cackling at the top of his lungs! He kicks the air & smacks a hand in the floor but he does nothing to even try to lessen the feeling. Shameless lee right here

Nibbly has more fun with it than he’s willing to admit. He’s very giggly & knows he’s smiling like a fucking idiot so he’s biting his lip & burying his face in his hands while snickering & giggling up a storm! He blushes as pink as his hair, which he uses to wrap around his face to hide further. & because he’s got such a big mouth he obviously has a loud laugh!

& Webby is so smug & teasy about it & even gets her own dolls to tease her bros whenever she’s not around to do it in person

The lib are honestly such cute silly lees & after they’ve got a taste of what Wiggly’s been putting up with, they start to back off on the teasing, but only because he’s been teasing them back now that they have their own dolls. I’m just so obsessed with this idea & I need everyone to look at it

[averseunhinged]

it's finishing things time and oh yes. things will be finished. this week, it's the augustine au that's been languishing, because it's at the brackets and pronouns part of the process.

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“Gareth,” she exclaimed congenially, like they were old friends who hadn't seen each other in a long time, not someone who'd attacked her while she’d slaughtered everyone with him. “Gare. Gary. Gaz. Gazzy. Gazzer.” She laughed, bright and effervescent, and tilted to the side, clapped her hands together and brought them up to her chin. “Y'all have such fun nicknames. Just thinking about them gives me the giggles.”

Gareth showed his appreciation for her affability with a sudden flurry of struggling. The man holding him easily snapped Gareth's arm up and squeezed until he cried out, crushing his wrist. The long, slim knife he'd produced fell, useless, to the ground with a muted clang.

"Oh," the woman simpered. "That looks bad. So sorry about that. We usually try to make things quick, but you know how it is. Gotta keep someone around for a little chat. So many questions, so little time, and we're just dying to know the answers."

The woman paused and waited until the vampire holding Gareth said, "I don't think he appreciates puns, gorgeous."

"Aw!" she pouted. "That's no fun. Does Augustine remove your sense of humor when they hire you? A little brainwashing to go along with their other experiments?"

"You'd know all about our experiments, wouldn't you, Angel?" Gareth's voice was as vicious as it was hoarse and pained. His accent was faint, but recognizably Irish.

It was a poor attempt to antagonize her and only made her laugh, delighted. "Oh, you do know who I am! Yay! That's such a time-saver, you have no idea. So convenient when people already have some idea of what's about to happen to them.”

He spat in her face, but she dodged several feet to the side with supernatural reflexes, did a little spin, and retraced her path in a gleeful samba step, arms snaking in practiced ballroom precision.

“Nuh-uh, Gareth,” she sing-songed. “Bad boy. We know all your naughty, little tricks. Tell me, have you starting having stomach problems yet? A little gastric upset? We've noticed you buy a lot of Tums, so I'm going to go out on a limb and say you are. But it's not so bad yet. Right? Just a little discomfort and acid reflux.” She tittered again when he shook his head in denial. "There's so much vervain in your system; it's impressive you can eat anything at all. That takes fortitude. I admire that." She leaned in very close to him. "Sure, your spit'll make my skin sizzle like bacon in a cast iron skillet, but have you ever stopped to wonder what they've done to the herb they're pumping you full of?"

He was silent for a moment, the music's dance beat thumping with the steady, even breathing of the person holding the camera. “I don't listen to lying demons.”

She leaned back again and sighed. Shook her is manufactured disappointment. “Funny story. I'm the worst liar. Obfuscation, distraction, playing a character? That, I can do. But direct untruths? No way. I get so nervous and tongue-tied!”

“It's true,” the vampire holding Gareth confirmed. “You can always see the moment when she wants to lie, but can't quite figure out how. It's adorable. Makes a face like a disgruntled kitten.”

He let go of Gareth's injured shoulder and reached forward, his pointer outstretched.

“I will break that finger, if you use it to boop my nose,” she snarled. The giggly, ditzy sorority girl she’d been up until then was gone entirely.

“Someday, gorgeous. I'll get you to loosen up someday.”

“And maybe someday, you won't have brain matter caked in your nails, but I’m not holding my breath.”

“See?” he said to Gareth and poked him in the cheek instead. “Look at that face. Adorable.”

“I don't think Gareth agrees with you, do you, Gareth? No, Gareth thinks I'm a big, scary monster," she said and wiggled clawed fingers at him. "Your fanatical Dr. Mengeles didn't make me. Do you really think that's the only reason I'd give a damn about all of this? No, don't answer that. Of course you do." She stilled for a moment. In the background of the audio was a faint, but growing siren. Her voice was hard and hateful when she spoke again. "Sadly, we're out of time."

The man went to work then, letting go of the human's useless, shattered wrist and wrapping his arm under Gareth's shoulder, around his chest. The other arm was banded around his waist in an intimate hold. He leaned his head against the trapped man's temple and cooed like he would to a lover who had pleased him. "Brace yourself, darling. This is going to hurt."