#ITS GOT ME IN ITS GRIPS ARGH ARGH ARGH ARGH ARGH

[trashy-tries-writing]

Hiii its me again 🍄 anon! And i got more ideas for Ravine writing!

Ok so what if like we have a scenario where maybe Ravine gets caught off guard, like someone unexpectedly came up from behind him(I honestly doubt that would actually happen but just for the sake if the post lets just say it happens) and Ravine's first instinct/reaction is to grab whoever's behind him and throw them over his shoulder (WWE style-) then proceeds to almost blow there head off with whatever firearm on him at the time.

If it wasn't for whoever got bodied to snap Ravine out of it there would have been a blood soak floor. When said person gets up they ask him what that was about and as per usual, Ravine says nothing but just stares at them before walking away.

I just think it would be funny seeing people like Ghost and Price get bodied/thrown around like it was nothing. And honestly seeing König get decommissioned in seconds would be hilarious! He's probably so used to being feared by everyone/being build like a fuckin truck that having someone casually just flip him would probably throw him for a loop.

Anyways thanks for listening to my dumb rambling again! Ravine always makes me feel better! This is 🍄 anon and ill see you next time!

Also Ravine could do that to me and i would fuckin thank him-

Watching Young Justice League- (or the crash course bc I can’t find full ep.) and realizing they skipped so much stuff. Maybe I should’ve started with comics instead of a TV series. Anyone have recommendations for someone who’s just getting into DC? (I already have like- a character that turns from a normal boy into a meta-human into the moon- I meAN WHAT- Too much fun with angst. I swear I try to write fluff, I swear I am. XD)

Also Spiderman??? So much angst on top of angst on top of angst- Like "Spider-man: No Way Home- WHAT DO YOU MEAN?? PETER MY CHILD OMG 😭 Fuck that I'm gonna make a character where the magic didn't work on him. Fuck u Marvel for making every Spider-man sad 😭 (Anyone wanna read that? 👀👀)

Hi hi 🍄 Anon👋, thank you so much for sharing this because I had so much fun! XD And it's not dumb I love your rambles! Let's just say that it was on a day where Ravine was thinking of the past. Problem solved😌 I hope you enjoy this and see you around 🍄 Anon👋💕 Omg same– WHAT WHO SAID THAT! Also merry christmas everybody! Hope you’re having a wonderful holiday! 💕

He didn’t mean to, he really didn’t. But that didn’t stop his reflexes from working faster than his brain. Ravine should’ve known to stay inside if he was going to be taken over with his thoughts.

Simon Ghost Riley

Ghost had been walking around the base for too long, just trying to find the giant of a man. How is it possible to not know where someone that big was? It’s not like he can hide with his size.

Or can he?

He has a feeling that Ravine can do so much more than he has already shown TF 141, and Ghost was eager to know when that would be.

Ghost blinks when he sees Ravine’s slouched body leaving the weapon room, a box under his arm with mechanical parts sticking out if and his attention stuck to the papers in his other hand.

Of course he would be working on something.

When was he not?

But Ravine was so deeply rooted inside his head, he wasn’t reading the documents or even looking at it correctly when he felt it.

Someone was behind him.

Someone-

Ravine feels his skin crawl, his mind playing tricks on him and-

Ghost feels gravity leaving him as Ravine yanks him over his shoulder. With his vision upside down, a silent gasp leaves his mouth. The air gets knocked out of his lungs as he lays on the cold ground with his hand in Ravine’s tight grip, his eyes swimming.

“Argh! Ravine, it's me!”

CRASH

Ravine drops everything as he falls to his knee, hands now softly brushing over Ghost as he sits up. He groans as he leans back on Ravine’s bent knee. Ravine twitches at the contact before lightly placing his hand on his hurt shoulder.

Ghost tilts his head towards Ravine’s chest, he can almost hear his heart beating out of his ribcage from guilt as he tries to catch his breath from being thrown around.

Despite the situation and the physical ache, Ghost finds Ravine’s reactions hilarious. (Don’t tell anyone that.)

Ravine doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t know where to put his other hand as it lingers around Ghost who’s clenching and unclenching his fist, testing if it’s sprained or not by the firm grip Ravine had it a few seconds ago.

Ravine wants to leave, walk away as if he didn’t just hurt his teammate because of his wild instincts.

"What was that-"

Ghost’s shoulder aches and he blinks at the hand mark slowly forming on his wrist.

“-Bloody hell…”

Ravine tenses.

Ravine lifts Ghost up with ease, a little too much ease to the latter's taste as he hurries through the mess of fallen mechanical parts and loose documents.

He calmly walks through the base, getting Gaz and Soap’s attention as they pass the lounge. Gaz’s eyes widen while the water leaks out from Soap’s gaping mouth onto his shirt.

“What- Was that- Did…???”

“Ravine carrying Ghost? Yep definitely was them.”

Price could only stare as Ravine barges into his office with Ghost looking a little too comfortable in his arms as if he could take a nap right there and then.

The captain pulls his lips into a thin line, slowly slurping from his coffee mug as he squints his eyes at them.

“Let me guess…”

“Yes.”

“Oh boy.”

Ravine looks down at Ghost who’s leaning his head further into his chest, secretly enjoying the situation and then at Price who stares as if it’s a normal Tuesday.

Later they get told by the doctor that Ghost’s shoulder is injured due to being almost pulled out of his sockets and his wrist was now branded with Ravine’s hand for who knows how many days- weeks even.

Ravine couldn’t face Ghost for weeks- months if it wasn’t for Ghost and Price cornering him like they did the day Ghost met Ravine for the first time.

Ghost has a sense of déjà-vu.

(Sometimes brushes his hand over the purple-bluish bruise and compares his hand size with Ravines.)

John Price

It happened while they were still getting to know each other in the early days when Price found him inside that… room.

He knew he had to tread carefully with the burning man. He was like a wounded animal, cornered with nowhere to escape with his fangs bared at anything that breathed too loudly or at all.

But Price believed they had crossed over that line as Ravine didn’t react when he had to sit down in a room full of people or inside the tiny car he had to fit in to go on missions. (Price voiced out how too soon it was to send Ravine anywhere. But orders were orders.)

Ravine didn’t react to anything at all anymore. A perfect weap- soldier as Shepard liked to call him.

And so when they arrived back to base after another successful mission with Ravine making it so much easier with his fast killing and stealth, Price had only wanted to praise him for his good work.

But maybe, just maybe it wasn’t a smart idea to suddenly come up from behind him right after a tense operation-

Since Price found himself on the ground, his body having been flipped into the air like he weighed nothing as he landed with a loud ‘BANG’ echoing off the walls and on the ground.

Laswell gasped in surprise, jumping from her seat as Ravine took a step back as if realizing now what he had just done.

The gun that he had pulled out from his holster was now lowered instantly. Ravine’s body was tense, freezing still in his spot.

Price gets back on his feet, leaning slightly onto Laswell as he groans, trying to downplay the situation for Ravine.

“Shiiiiiit… You sure know how to use that strength of yours., don't you?"

Silence takes over the room before Ravine vanishes from his sight, quickly marching away from them with nothing to say. It makes Price sigh loudly.

Laswell chuckles underneath her breath. “Well that was a sight.”

“Will not happen again, so enjoy it while it lasts.” Price breathes out, hands on his hips as he bends his back forward with pain. “Damn it, I need to see the medic…I think I broke something.”

He ends up with bruised skin on his back, even fractured bones that puts him out of commission.

Price eyes the doctor, “...Well I’ll be damned.”

Price never thought that he would end up getting slammed into the ground like the enemies Ravine sometimes threw over his shoulder. Luckily for him Ravine didn’t use as much force as he did with them as they were directly knocked out of their consciousness...and then shot to death.

‘Now where is…’

It took a few months for him to finally get a real conversation with Ravine.

König

He shouldn’t be feeling like this, he really shouldn’t. But König continues to scream into his head, cheeks flared up with his thoughts stuck from the earlier occurrences.

König leaves the training facility, a towel draped over his shoulders as he makes his way to the showers to relax his muscles from the workout. Soon enough his stomach rumbles and he changes his mind of going back to his room to relax.

Rounding the corner, he sees Ravine staring through the window, his arms crossed over his chest, making his back muscle tense.

Feeling a little confident to try talking to the soldier who was just as tall as him, sticking out like a sore thumb in the team with… shorter people, König approaches the quiet man with a small smile.

“Hey Ravine.”

Surprised that the man didn’t react like he usually would when called, König tilts his head as he reaches a hand out.

“Rav-?”

A startled yelp escapes his lips, the world tilts and he finds himself staring at the swinging lights hanging from the ceiling. His body twitches uncomfortable and aches in pain as confusion swims in his eyes.

With his breath knocked out of him, shock taking over mentally and physically as Ravine slowly releases his steel grip, König tries to choke out something but he could only gasp. 

“…W-Was..?” -…W-What..?

Pain radiates through his left side but as König sees Ravine’s body loom over him, pressure withdrawn from his stomach and arms, and the realization that he had been so easily decommissioned in seconds, has left a new kind of warmth rushing through him.

König slowly rises to his feet, hand shooting up to rub his shoulder. The man stares confused when Ravine is now checking him over with what he guesses is worry, since there isn’t much to find out with his face covered and the silence in his throat.

“I-I’m fine, you just took me by surprise.”

Ravine brushes his fingers over the bruise forming on König’s wrist and König doesn’t know why he suddenly felt he should leave.

“Don’t worry, it’s fine. I er- I’m going to eat now. Yeah…now.”

However, with his food sitting in front of him, fork in hand, König stares silently in front of him, confusing his teammates in the dining hall and creeping others with his unblinking eyes. And just as quietly as he came he robotically goes back to his room.

That’s when he flops down on his bed, face pushed into his pillow, his face reddening when the situation with Ravine finally hits him.

Ravine had swung him over his shoulder like nothing and had pressed his knee down on his stomach, keeping him in place with his arms over his head with a grip that left handprints on him that were bruising.

König was used to being feared and manhandling others- others as in targets to eliminate- but being tossed around like a toy by someone else is-

‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH-’

Both were evading the other’s presence without the other’s knowledge until they were put back together for a mission.

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@livinglifebesticanlol @jackiebluh @cumbermovels @agspgrwasb

I hope you enjoyed this! If anyone has any other imagine, scenarios, headcanon, etc. Feel free to send it to me, I love reading what you guys have in mind ❤️

[beastwhimsy]

girls are so awesome

[sanguineterrain]

Hey! Can I request a Clark x reader where they're dating but reader doesn't know Clark is superman. And then superman interacts with them for whatever reason and is flirty bc that's his person!!! But reader is like ☝️ hey buddy back off. I'm HAPPILY taken

this is such a cute request!!!! Argh!!!!

clark kent/superman x gn!reader. fluff, brief danger but r is okay. superman flirting with you but he's dating you? he's just a goober. i lub him <3 PLEASE feel free to imagine maws!clark. I feel like this is very himcore 🥰

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Being a florist in Metropolis is good work. Lots of people still buy flowers, which is great. Many actually buy bouquets for Superman and leave them on display as support. Poppies, yellow tulips, and cornflowers. They're one of your favorite arrangements.

The downside to being a florist in Metropolis, however, is that on occasion, your flower display ends up the target of a killer robot.

You're not sure why that is. Mostly, you wish people would stop building killer robots.

You've gone outside to see what the commotion is about when you're grabbed by a metal claw. It squeezes hard, almost cutting off your air. You squirm in terror as the robot stomps down Main Street, crushing cars and asphalt in its wake.

"Help!" you scream when you catch your breath, and the robot squeezes you harder.

A dizzying blur of red, yellow, and blue zips past you. You think of your flowers.

The blur cuts through the metal like nothing. The robot begins to collapse, twitching and groaning. Its metal creaks, grip loosening on your body.

You hardly fall before Superman is there, cradling you to his chest.

"I've got you," he says, tucking you close.

You look up at him, and he beams at you, like saving you from a killer robot has been the best part of his day.

Come to think of it, Superman came to your aid surprisingly fast, even for him.

And he holds you... intimately. Like you've known him for years. Your heart picks up.

"Uh," he says, cheeks flushed. "Are–are you okay?"

You smile politely, arms around his neck. "Yes, I'm fine. Thank you, Superman."

He nods, flying down the street. "Good. I'll get you back to your shop and clean up the flowers."

You tilt your head. "How do you know I'm a florist?"

Superman looks at you, blue eyes wide.

"Oh! I... uh, I've seen your arrangements all over the city. They're beautiful. I'd never forget that they belong to an equally beautiful face."

Goodness. If Superman is this forward with everyone he rescues, it's no wonder your flower arrangements are in high demand.

"I'm flattered," you begin, and Superman once again aims that grin with the power of a thousand suns at you. "But, respectfully, I'm very happily taken, so I would appreciate it if you'd keep this rescue professional."

Superman raises an eyebrow. To your surprise, he smiles wider.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he says. "I didn't realize you were taken. My sincerest apologies. I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable."

"No, it's alright. I'm honored, but you couldn't pull me away from my boyfriend even with your super strength."

Superman's cheeks turn pinker. He sets you down in front of your store with the utmost care, not letting go until you have your bearings. He takes a step back, rubbing his neck. The gesture makes your brain itch. You don't know why.

"Well, uh, he must've done something right if he's lucky enough to be with you."

"Luck has nothing to do with it," you say fiercely. You don't know why you're so indignant about defending Clark's reputation to Superman. It's not like Clark will ever hear about it.

"No?"

"Not at all. He's an incredible person, kind and smart and loving, and if anyone's lucky, it's me."

Superman makes an aborted gesture to take your hand, then redirects and awkwardly pats your arm instead. You squint at him. He quickly moves away.

"Ah. Sorry. Well, I doubt that. I bet you're equally spectacular."

"Oh. Thank you."

You primly take his hand and give it a good shake. Superman bows his head and laughs.

He takes a step back, eyes bright like you've just made his day.

"Well, I wish you the best with your boyfriend. I'm sorry for being so forward. I've seen your Superman bouquets; your reputation precedes you. I make it a point to know reputed people in Metropolis."

"I can't imagine I'm very high on that list," you say.

"Ah, you'd be surprised. Besides, I never forget a face."

Superman darts behind you and moves at neckbreaking speed to clean up your partially maimed flowers. In three seconds, it's returned to its former glory.

"Well, uh, I'll be seeing you," Superman says, hands clasped behind his back. "I mean, I hope not in a circumstance like this! Th-then again, when else would we see each other? Scratch that, I hope there's no reason for us to cross paths because that would mean you're in danger. Uh, but I don't mean that in a bad way! I just—"

You snort and reach over to take a yellow tulip from your display. You give it to Superman, who takes it like you've just handed him a newborn baby.

"I'm still taken," you say. "But you're very sweet, Superman. Take care, alright?"

"Yeah," he says, tucking the tulip into the strap of his cape. "Yes, you too. Goodbye!"

He soars away, the tulip like a star on his cape.

Superman is handsome and kind, no doubt. But he's certainly no Clark Kent.

[classypauli]

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑯𝑨𝑻𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

MASTERLIST

tara carpenter x fem!reader

summary: Tara thought out of all people she hates you the most, until she met her… and why the fuck does she follow every where you go?!

tags: enemies to lovers, flirting, drunk at party, y/n is an idiot, new girl, tara is jealous

word count: 2.2k

Late again but enjoy! Sorry for mistakes i´ll correct them later.

„Help me!“ you yelled into your mic as you gripped the console tightly.

„What? I can´t even see you!“

„You idiot I´m on the fucking ground right behind you!“ 

That was the routine for these past days, you and Ethan were playing, and something some of your or his friends joined to play with you. You were sure you lost a lot of nerves but it was also something you couldn´t say no to.

„Oh sorry!“ you heard Ethan as you watched as his character turned around and crunching beside you to pick you up. Not even a second after you saw another player appear right behind him.

„Ethan!“

„What?“

„Turn around! Right behind you!“

„What?“

Just then the player started to shoot him from behind making him yell and run away from you leaving you right where you were. You tried to crawl as fast as you could behind something to cover you but it was for no use. Then you saw Ethan´s character fall on the ground in the same position as you were now making the enemy kill you both. You slammed your hand on the table almost breaking it.

„You idiot! Why did you leave me there? I was almost up!“

„He was shooting me from behind! What was I supposed to do?!“

„Argh! We lost our streak because of you!“

„Me?! You were the one that was on the ground! I was trying to help!“

It was like this almost every game. Just the both of you screaming at each other throwing the blame on one another. But at the end of the day, you say happy goodbye like nothing happened. The loud banging on the wall from the other side was like a message for you to stop and go to sleep.

-

You were sitting in the back of the class with sweaty palms and your knees up and down. The heart inside your chest kept racing and you were sure your beat rate was at its maximum.

„Could you stop already? You are making this much worse than it is!“ Tara hissed at you from beside you with clenched teeth. You were so nervous. It was the day of your presentation when everyone from the class went in front of the board and presented their topic.

You always hated this kind of stuff and you aren´t ashamed of telling the truth. You may seem confident or nonchalant most of the time but this was something that was hard to change.

„Sorry.“ You whispered as you put your hand on your knee to stop the bouncing. Tara´s eyes softened a little as she looked at your side profile. You were trying too hard to stay calm using every technique that came to your mind like deep breathing or trying to remember something funny or the fact that this was something everyone was going through and you are not alone.

Not long after you got it done and positive to say your professor was also happy about your work giving you marks belonging to the work done.

„I´m so glad we´ve after it.“ Chad breathed out air from his lungs. You were sitting in a cafeteria with your friends.

„Exactly! I was so nervous about it and that´s not even in my element!“ Mindy said as she picked up the croissant from her plate to her mouth.

„I´m sure you weren´t nervous as Y/N.“ Tara said with a smirk on her lips. You turned your face to her being a little offended by her words.

„I was not that nervous!“ you yelled at her as if you were trying to convince them. Or maybe yourself.

„You were like I thought you would pee yourself in any second.“ She added turning away from you to eat her food. You stomped on her foot hard making her yell in pain.

„Y/N!“ Mindy scolded you.

„You fucker!“ the young Carpenter turned to you with a mad expression ready to kill you. Oh, how much that calmed you down. You smiled at her which quickly fell into a pain expression as she kicked you right below your knee with all her strength.

You crunched into the table laying your forehead on it in pain. „You little rat I hate you so fucking much.“ You whispered with your eyes almost closed and your knees in both of your hands.

Just when you wanted to say something more you heard someone saying your name. With a confused expression, you turned to the side seeing the girl from the shop.

She was walking with a group of friends which kept walking as she stopped to talk to you.

„Hey, how are you?“ she asked with a gentle voice looking into your eyes. Not long after you met at the shop you got the message that someone wanted to follow you on your Instagram. You didn´t want to know how she found you, not like it was important either. You just didn´t expect that.

„Oh hi.“ You looked up at her from your spot. You could tell your friend were looking at the both of you with different expressions on their faces. Everyone was surprised at the interaction, only Ethan looked like he wasn´t. „I´m good, how are you?“

Chad cracked a little biting his lower lip at you. You´ve never talked to them with that sweet voice you were using now.

„I´m great! Sorry I didn´t wanna bother you I just wanted to say hi.“ She quickly explained herself feeling guilty for ruining the fun you had with your friends.

„Oh no, don´t worry, really. It´s all right.“ You smiled at her noticing that her friends stopped a couple of feet away from you looking at her with smiles and giggles. „Your friends are waiting for you. Not like I want you to go away! No! I mean you can stay as long as you want you know-“

She giggled at you as you were trying to explain yourself. „It´s fine Y/N like I said, I just wanted to stop by. I hope you have a good day.“ She then turned around and speed-walked to her friends.

Your eyes were still on her looking at her fading body into distance. Just then you were cut by a loud laughing. You rolled your eyes knowing exactly who it was.

Almost all of your friends were holding their stomachs from the laugh. Chad pressed his hands together and brought them up into his chest looking up in a dreamy way. „Oh, you can stay as long as you want! Please don´t go away!“ he said in a high high-pitched voice trying to make fun of you.

Your jaw tensed at him as you were growing more angry with each second. „I don´t  sound like that!“

„But you did!“ they laughed. „I´ve never heard that voice Y/N oh my you must like this girl!“

The vein on your forehead started to form as you stared at your friends in anger. „I don't like her!“

Ethan was quietly sitting beside you looking at you. „I like her for you.“ He said softly. That made everyone silent looking at him.

„And since when do you know her?“ Mindy asked him.

„Oh I and Y/N already talked about her, right buddy?“ he said not meaning to be a tease. Chad only laughed harder making you even more mad. Ethan quickly looked at him and at you again. „Sorry Y/N! I didn´t want to make you mad.“

„It´s fine Ethan.“

„Oh but I´m a little offended how come Ethan knows already about her but we do not?“

You just breathed out and shook your head at them not having any more energy. You just picked up your food slowly taking a bite.

Tara was quiet like she was trying to process what just happened. What the fuck did that girl see in you? It was more than obvious that she liked you or at least that she was interested. You were annoying and stupid, you were always playing games and never studying. Why would she even stumble across you?

She looked at your calm expression and at the little red on your cheeks. That only made her more angry.

-

It was Friday and you were currently at someone´s birthday party. You got yourself a little more drunk than usual but that doesn´t mean you don´t know where the drinking barrier is. You danced and drank and laughed you were happy enjoying yourself with your friends.

You and Chad were competing who would drink more shots which was stopped by Mindy. You danced with Ethan who was a lot more loose than he normally is. You knew tomorrow you would probably hate yourself and Chad too but that was the problem of future Y/N.

You went into the kitchen trying to find something more to drink. Luckily for you, no one was in there at that time. You were opening cabinet after cabinet when you came by some luxurious-looking alcohol and champagne.

You wanted to grab one which was hidden behind only for you to stumble yourself from the chair making you fall on the ground.

There was a loud sound of the glass breaking and your body falling onto the ground. „Ouch.“ you let out softly.

„What the hell are you doing?“ Tara ran to your drunk ass laying on the ground trying to get up.

„Uhm I fell.“

„I can see you imbecile I asked what the fuck were you doing? Come on get up.“ She tried to get you up by your hands but saw that you were cut on your right arm. You were bleeding and you didn´t even notice that. Just when you saw Tara´s face you saw in what state was your arm.

„Oh my God Y/N! You´ve got glass in your hand I can see that!“

„Oh yeah? I can feel that!“

 It was a pretty deep cut but nothing serious. Tara quickly ran to the sink and grabbed some tissues with scissors and alcohol.

„What the hell are you doing?“ you were crawling away from her fearing what that girl had in mind.

„I wanna help you stop running away!“ she was trying to get to you. Tara grabbed you by your good arm. „Stop moving you idiot!“

„I don´t wanna die!“ you cried as you were moving around like some insect. If someone walked into the room and saw the scene they would probably think that she is trying to kill you.

„Stop yelling!“ she put the bottle of alcohol beside you after getting it on the tissue softly cleaning your wound. You hissed at the feeling but didn´t move. Tara was taking the glass away crunching on the floor beside you.

She looked up at your face only for her to see that you were now drinking the alcohol she bought to clean your wound.

„Y/N! What the fuck!“ Tara yelled grabbing the bottle and pulling it away from your mouth. „Are you out of your fucking mind?“

You giggled gently at her drunk. She was looking at you as if you were serious. She couldn´t help but crack a little at your behavior. You were an idiot.

After your giggles, you were just quietly sitting there looking at the girl in front of you.

„Your right dimple is deeper than the left one.“

Tara´s breathing stopped for a moment. Suddenly her vision was worse and her heart fell into her stomach.

„What did you say?“ she asked gently with her soft big eyes looking at yours.

„Everytime you smile your right dimple is more visible.“

Tara´s eyes widen at your words looking down at you. She didn´t know how much time had passed since you were sitting there but to young Carpenter, it was like a second. A second before someone stepped into the kitchen breaking off the tension that was created in the room.

„Oh my God Y/N! What happened?“

It was the girl again. She ran in your direction trying to find out what happened. Tara´s nerves were on top all of a sudden.

„I´m fine don´t worry.“ You somehow said with your eyes barely open. You slowly stood up with her help making her hold tight onto your arm.

„I´m taking you to mine you can´t go home all by yourself like this!“

Tara looked at the girl with a sparky smile. „Don´t worry about that Y/N and I live beside each other I’ll take  care of that.“

The girl looked at Tara and her face dropped. It was clear that she wasn´t a fan of her but that didn´t matter to her.

„Okay, I see.“ She looked up at you talking your cheeks in her hands making you look at her. „Take care, I´ll text you tomorrow.“ She then got on her tippy toes and kissed your cheek. Tara´s hands formed into fists and her jaw tensed. After that, she walked away leaving you both alone, not before looking at both of you one last time. Tara brushed the skin on your face right where that girl kissed you and took your hand into her and started to walk away from the party.

Yeah, like hell she will text you.

[ahedderick]

t   Last night, in the last part of dusk, K and I went out to gather up the chicks and put them in their cage on the porch. I’ll bring them in until they’re big enough to join the adult hens and sleep in the coop.

   I picked up one chick and the bowl of feed (it also would draw unwanted wildlife attention if left out.) I had been feeding them very small quantities, and today I gave them a bigger serving. Of course, within an hour after I gave them that, it poured rain. The pellets in their dish turned to mush. The mush is still edible, in fact it’s probably better for them in terms of keeping them hydrated and digestibility. But - argh! Sudden summer thunderstorms* can be so frustrating.

   K scooped the other two little guys, and we trouped back toward the house. As I walked up to the back door, Something hit my foot. Wetly. It then jumped off and through the door into the house.

   Ack! Toad attack. It was a small, feisty one, disoriented by the sudden light and hopping every direction at once. My hands .  were.  FULL and I didn’t want to set the chicken down inside the house to deal with a darned toad. K, coming in right behind me, managed to gently herd it back out with what looked very much like slo-mo soccer footwork. I took a slightly-vexed breath and led the way through the house to the front porch.

   Once there I couldn’t get to the cage because a laundry rack was in my way (THAt laundry didn’t get rained on - but it didn’t actually dry either. I was trying to shift the laundry rack without dropping the small chicken or the feed dish when K yelled “SLUGS! the feed dish is covered in SLUGS, Mom!!”

   And it certainly was. I kept my grip. Teeth gritted. Yelled for my son to assist. The laundry rack half collapsed, threatening to send the clean laundry to the floor. The chicken was being remarkably patient and cooperative, but I was literally losing my grip. On everything at once!

   K got her chicks popped into the cage and grabbed mine (no slugs for her, thanks!), A arrived and took the laundry from me. Once again I have provided humor for the family! I feel so good about that! I grumpily put the feed dish down on the porch floor. Those dang slugs can just. eat as much chicken feed as they want. Grr.

   Early this morning I took the chicks, and their slug-ridden feed/mush back out. I put the feed in the adult chickens’ run. The slugs were far too large for chicks to consume (and HOW would you do the Heimlich maneuver on a chicken with a slug stuck in its beak?). The adult chickens, however, regard slugs as the highest form of treat. MeAT’s back on the mENu, bOyS!

   Good morning, and I hope we all have a good and peaceful day.

* did I ALSO have laundry hung out. Yes. Yes I did

[kirnet]

I love ur analysis of dsom. I read it a couple years ago and got so frustrated thinking "this is the book everyone is raving about??" The magic system and world has such potential but the characters drag it down. I remember a scene where Kell is up in his feelings about his whole. Incredibly fucked up "family situation". And Delilah is essentially like "well at least you HAVE a family". And the narrative seems to frame that interaction as her being cool and edgy and the voice of truth or whatever. And Kell is like. I guess youre right :( ill stop complaining. But the story doesnt grapple with that any further??? Doesnt use that moment to build out either character beyond "Delilah is so cool and also right (and an asshole but thats what makes her cool)" and "Kell's complex feelings about this are now solved/set aside after this clap back". Family is one of the themes of the book but even this scene doesnt really explore the concept in depth. I may be misremembering it but that one scene just summed up for me everything frustrating about the character writing and the way the story uses the characters. Maybe the issue is revisited in later books. I wouldnt know, bc very little about the writing makes me want to read any more.

Yeah!! Yeah!! That scene was… argh, you’re exactly right. The main source of frustration for Lila for me is that the narrative frames her as right almost always and especially in that instance. And like, if I’m willing to engage with it, it is a telling character moment of hypocrisy where Lila is lashing out in grief after losing Baron (?? I dont remember his name) and is displacing all those feelings onto Kell. But the way it’s handled, like you said, makes me assume that no, Schwab didn’t intend for it to be that deep. It’s so frustrating because the world and the characters have so much potential! With a few more drafts and edits this could be a really good book! But as it stands it’s a 400 page book with little to no plot, hardly any interesting character progression or arcs, boring flat fight scenes, and uninteresting prose. The masquerade scene is there bc she thought it sounded cool. The elements are there bc she thought atla is cool. The fake eye is there because she likes bebop. There’s no actual substance. I have read books half the length that have succeeded in all of these places. I’ve heard similar criticisms of her pacing in other books from people who did like darker shade so, idk, it sounds like she needs a better editor honestly.

And like, yeah, maybe this is revisited in later books, maybe her writing gets better, maybe the second book is fantastic. I honestly had a lot of the same criticisms when I read the Founders Trilogy, but the difference there was that i ADORED the characters and the world building. They were so solid that I HAD to continue even if i had some issues with the writing style and pacing. This series has none of that appeal for me. If she had ended it on a cliffhanger, if she had actually set up this world to be as dark and edgy as she thought it was, if Kell had to use his wits as a smuggler to survive in a place far from his family leading him to conclude that yes he does love them, if Lila had to fight to survive trapped in white london and then come to grips with her violent nature and that its not actually a positive, then I would be all over the rest of the series!! Idk, other reviews mentioned that they were disappointed with this after reading some of her other worlds like viscous, so maybe I’ll give that a try when I feel less burned.

[silver-tooth-the-panther]

Can i request a aged up muichiro x time hashira male reader.

He has long white hair,white eyes and a scar over his right eye,name is karu.

Time breathing includes ability to slow or speed time up during battles,but it takes a lot of energy,so for this i want an exhausted Karu who collapses on his way home,Mui finds him and noms him for safety.

Its ok if you cant,thought id ask!

BTW i love all of your stories!!!

(Sorry it took so long to get to your request! School had started and I’ve been dealing with a lot at home, but I’m glad that I was able to do this. Thank you so much and I hope you enjoy it!)

Protected By A Friend

(A Muichiro Vore Fanfic)

Warnings: mild injuries and soft vore

The Time Hashira's legs wobbled as he trudged his way down the dirt path. Karu was his name and he was making his way back home from facing an unconverted demon. Although the demon itself wasn’t all too difficult, he was still exhausted due to his breathing style. Moving time was no easy feat and it always took a role on the snowy white boy’s body.

“Why weren’t any of the half demons sent here?” Karu grumbled as he walked, wind blowing through his snowy white hair. It had been quite a few years since most of the demons were converted. However, it was evident that there were demons still out there.

“Argh! Come on!” Karu’s legs felt weak as they started to buckle underneath him: “It won’t be too long before I get to the hou- ahh!” His leg had gotten snared in a tree root and it caused him to tumble down. He winced with every hit he took. All the rocks and sticks were unforgiving as they left scratches and bruises on the poor boy’s face.

The Time Hashira’s face hit the base of another tree, causing his nose to bleed. “Gack! I was almost there!” Karu whined, his hair covered in dust. He shook himself off and crawled towards the tree. The boy swiveled his body and rested his body against the trunk.”

“I just wanna go home.” Karu winced as he held his twisted leg. Then, a strange noise came from up ahead. Someone or something was coming right to him. Karu gritted his teeth and pulled out his sword, waiting for an attack.

“You’re not going to do much with that, not in that condition anyway.” A familiar, calm voice called to him. “Mui?” Karu tilted his head in shock as he put his sword away. Muichiro, the Mist Hashira and half demon emerged from the bushes. His wavy arm blades shone brightly in the moonlight. “You don’t look so well.” Muichiro said calmly, yet having a concerned edge to it.

“I’m fine. I promise.” Karu attempted to stand, but his legs were too weak so he just ended up falling again. “No, you’re not, Karu. Anyone can see that you’re exhausted.” Muichiro tilted his head and bent down in front of Karu. “I just need to get home, then I’ll be fine.”

“I think it’s best if you stay with Genya, Kanao, and me for tonight. It’s not safe out here, not with Jackyll and Akuma running rampant. Besides, you’re good company.” Muichiro gave Karu a soft smile, which he couldn’t resist returning. “But how do you suppose I could get there? Your home is quite a ways away.”

Muichiro put a hand to his chin, thinking.

“I could pouch you.” He said flatly, as if that was a completely normal thing for humans. Karu’s eyes widened. “Mui, you know I’ve never been pouched before..and well..” He looked away from Muichiro, putting a hand on his scarred eye. “Hey, it’s alright. I get why you’re nervous, but I need to keep you safe, alright?”

Karu nodded, understanding that Muichiro would never hurt him. “Alright. Just let me out as soon as we get there.” Muichiro nodded as he got on his knees. “I will.” He then gently grabbed Karu by the shoulders and opened his maw.

Karu closed his eyes before feeling the warmth of Muichiro’s maw come over him. It covered him and the half demon’s teeth gently gripped his body as he started to swallow. The throat of the half demon was slick and soft. Karu let his body go limp inside the warm tunnel that eventually led him down to Muichiro’s belly.

The half demon’s tummy felt oddly safe as it cradled the Time Hashira. The walls moved around him and the half demon’s body created such soothing sounds. Although it was dark, the whole environment felt comforting and safe. Karu curled up within the half demon’s body.

Muichiro purred as he finished devouring his friend. He then placed a clawed hand on his slightly enlarged stomach. “Are you alright?” He asked calmly, knowing what the answer would be. “Yeah, it’s a lot better here than I thought it would be.” Karu’s voice was a tad muffled, but still audible.

Muichiro smiled to himself as he slowly rubbed his belly in an up and down motion. “I’m glad.” The half demon started to purr once again as he started to head towards his home. Karu could feel Muichiro walking away. His mind started to wander and he eventually succumbed to what his body had been craving for, sleep.

(Happy late Birthday, Little Man!)

[krizaland]

Frozen with Fear Chapter 10

LMK Wukong x Bao Li

Be warned: There’s a mutation ahead!

First Previous

Macaque felt a shiver run down his spine but the thought of Bao Li caused his courage to spike back up.

“Ugh! I don’t have time for this!”

And with that Macaque summoned a shadow portal.

Just as he was about to slink away, Wukong yanked him out of the portal.

“Oh no you don’t! You’re not going anywhere! Give me back my wife!”

“Argh! I don’t even have Bao Li anymore! She was taken from me!” Macaque snarled as he thrashed against Wukong’s grip.

“Do you honestly expect me to believe that?” Wukong seethed, his grip tightening.

“Look, you can kill me later, ok?! Right now Bao Li is in danger! We can’t keep wasting-ACK!”

Wukong wrapped his hands around Macaque’s throat, his ruby eyes burning with fiery rage.

“This is the last time I’m gonna say it: Give. Me. My. Wife. Back.”

Meanwhile, Bao Li was still trapped in The Spider Queen’s web.

Her shackles had been replaced with a sticky cocoon of webs as she was thrown into what looked to be a science lab.

In the center of the lab was a large purple computer with an exhausted looking Syntax typing away at its keyboard.

“You stay here for a bit while I get things ready for the celebration.” The Spider Queen snickered as she glued Bao Li’s cocoon to the wall.

“C-Celebration?”

“Yes! Everyone above is getting ready for new years! But once everyone sees what I’ve got cooking, they’ll be celebrating the year of the spider!” The Spider Queen cackled as she pulled out a small strand of brown hair.

Bao Li’s eyes nearly burst out of her head.

“Is that MK’s hair?!”

“That right! This little piece of that Monkie Kid will give me all the power I need!”

The Spider Queen let out a giggle as she played with the strand.

“Wait! If that hair gives you all the power you need then, what do you need me for?” Bao Li asked as she wriggled a bit.

“Is it not obvious yet-”-The Spider Queen caged Bao Li in with her legs- “-You’re going to lead that old Monkey King right into my trap! He’ll be so focused on freeing his lil’ butterfly that he’ll have no idea what’s coming!”

The Spider Queen peeled herself off the and looked over at Syntax.

“You finished tinkering yet?”

Syntax glanced over at The Spider Queen, his lime green-tinted glasses hiding his annoyance.

“I have constructed what you’ve asked for. The delivery systems are operational-”- Syntax grumbled under his breath- “-so long as the venom works this time.”

CRACK!

The Spider Queen dug one of her massive legs into the ground, scaring the daylights out of the poor scientist.

“The venom will work”

And with that, The Spider Queen dropped the strand of hair into a bright green cauldron in the center of the lab.

The cauldron gave off a bright golden glow.

SPLAT!

Out from the ceiling hatched a spider-like robot.

However it made contact with the ground

BOOM!

The robot exploded, sending The Spider Queen into hysterics.

“No! No! Noooooo!”

The Spider Queen gnashed her teeth as she stormed towards Syntax, shattering various vials and destroying every wire in her wake.

“I am the Queen! I am meant to rule this world! Not hide beneath it!” The Spider Queen seethed as she lashed out at Syntax.

She was about to stab Syntax but her distress got the better of her.

She shakily dropped her leg as tears poured down her cheeks.

“It can’t be over…”

“It doesn’t have to be.”

That familiar shrill voice made Bao Li feel like she was stabbed in the chest.

“W-Who said that?! Show yourself!” Commanded The Spider Queen.

An eerie hiss echoed throughout the lab.

Out from the shadows emerged a little girl dressed in a blue, bone themed dress.

Bao Li’s fear morphed into confusion for a moment as she looked down at the little girl.

“My apologies… I just I thought I might be of service.”

The moment that shrill voice left the little girl’s lips, Bao Li felt her fear come rushing back.

“Service huh? Hmph!” The Spider Queen folded her arms as her eyes narrowed, “Who are you?”

Bao Li let out a shriek

“Wait! No! That’s the-”

Another hiss and Bao Li was silenced.

The little girl turned back to The Spider Queen.

“I am merely someone who thinks that the great Spider Queen has been absent from her throne for too long. I believe once you rise, a thing even a celestial host cannot achieve will be inevitable: The final destruction of The Monkey King.”

The moment those words reached the Spider Queen, she lashed out a leg but stopped just inches away from the little girl's chest.

“Well don’t you have a sweet way of talking. Monkey King tore me from my throne! Took everything I had! What makes you think it’s so easy?!”

The little girl simply opened her hands to reveal a skeleton themed vial .

“I was thinking we we could use this.”

The Spider Queen’s eyes widened.

“My, my, my, I haven’t seen one of these in a while.”

The little girl looked over to the cauldron.

“May I?”

The Spider Queen nodded.

The little girl popped open the vial.

With a loud hiss icy cold smoke oozed out from the vial, turning the bright green venom into an icy blue color.

POP!

Another spider robot burst from the ceiling and jumped onto one of The Spider Queen’s legs.

The Spider Queen watched skeptically as blue electricity surrounded the robot for a moment.

Within seconds, the robot was fully functional.

“Well, well, well, looks like you’ve got your uses after all. Let’s give it a spin”

An evil smirk cracked across The Spider Queen’s face as she glared at Syntax.

Syntax felt a chill run down his spine as the Spider Queen cornered him, her maniacal laughter ringing in his ears.

“Wait! No! I helped you! You need me-”

Syntax let out a scream as the robot jumped onto his face.

Bao Li let out a yelp as turned her head away.

Syntax frantically tried to remove the robot only to clumsily trip over a wire.

The robot jumped onto Syntax’s back and dug itself deep into his skin, injecting every last drop of venom.

All Bao Li could hear were Syntax’s blood curdling screams as the grotesque transformation continued.

After what felt like a minute of suffering, Syntax had mutated into a spider demon.

His eyes gave off an eerie green glow as he bowed before The Spider Queen.

“My Queen~”

“Now that’s more like it!” Giggled The Spider Queen

Bao Li looked over and let out a horrified gasp.

“What have you done to that poor man?!”

“I’ve fixed his attitude problem! And now, I think it just might be your turn” The Spider Queen cackled.

Next

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[inventors-fair]

Treats of the Trick: Halloween 2023 Winners! ~

Congratulations to @coolcoolcooltighttightight, @just--a--penguin and @spooky-bard for winning this week's contest!

@coolcoolcooltighttightight — Food of the Fae

So yeah, I've seen Pan's Labyrinth an age and a half ago. Is this related? Probably not one-to-one but it's also a general mythos with some cool implications here. Blue food has always been a fun little work-around for lifegain for me, and I think that this card's pseudo-mixed-messaging prevents it from being too disjointed. Considering that you might want a mix of faerie and non-faerie creatures, one would think that things would get odd in deckbuilding, but I think that the fun of this is both for flavor and for limited, and the success is a meta one.

The creatures becoming faeries helps with faerie buffs, for one. I think that the activated ability should have a reflexive trigger instead of the kinda-replacement you have currently, but that still shows the fun of having the creature then benefit from faeries AND get flying afterwards. The more food, the more faeries you can make! Even a one-off of a bigger creature like a red brute or a green bigthing would be worth it in the shell. And eating the Food to make faeries? Fantastically done; a draft/sealed deck would use this for sure and it would feel right at home in the western European folktale side of things. Really cute and captivating! ... Oh no. It's got me.

@just--a--penguin — Many-Headed Splendor

Lots of these cards were really well-designed this week, but I had a hard time coming to grips with which ones were best balanced and stood out. Rereading it all, I came back to this card and thought about the design mitigations of having a creature's base P/T become 0. But the ETB replacement making it big like that? I think this card is a blast in a set with big-power-little-toughness cards, with counter synergies, Theros-style heroism, and just in general, it's a card that does just enough of everything to be clever.

The trample's what really sells me, honestly. If absolutely nothing else, it gives a creature some extra evasion for that point of damage. Two of these cards on the same creature is especially fun. I can envision a satyr or human or, I dunno, a Dominarian barbarian jumping out from the woods with a whole bunch of psychic heads growing from them, and feeling that expansion with the weakness inherent to the changed self, having it become splendorous in power but then defined by its new hydra nature, is very cool to me as well. We're in the valley of "they could print this card and I'd love it" and that's just a fun place to be.

@spooky-bard — Shadowtwister Crone

My fellow, my captain, my compatriot—I want this to be an uncommon so badly too but I'm almost 100% convinced that it needs to be a rare. But I don't know. I don't know! It's creepy and spooky and you're making a nightmare out of a scarecrow and I'm making a mountain out of a molehill. Remembering other effects similar to this...I can think of, uh, one, and I don't remember the name of it. It's insanely powerful and frustrating without proper removal, but ya know what, isn't everything in this damn game? Argh! Menacing scarecrows! I still love this card!

It's a little bit halloweeny, too, and looking through the winners this week, I actually didn't think about the halloween implications until afterwards. The faerie enchantment plays into established mythos, the hydra card is a solid fantasy card-game staple, and now we're more fully into in-world flavortown in a way that's oppressive on-board and a singular story that's... Heck, I dunno, I'm losing words for precisely what I'm trying to say here about how these cards feels different from each other in unique ways and why this card is a particularly emotion-driven one. Which is a good thing. You took a pushed piece of board presence and gave it a standard but effective creepy air. Perhaps I love the scarecrow and the infrequent kindred nature of those crow-scarin' sons of witches. Perhaps it's the way this woman turns things her scarecrows into nightmares and your creatures into shadows. I think you just nailed a bunch of good pieces together and I'm feeling the heat, so to speak. Is that so wrong? Is that helpful? Is she standing right behind me?

More to come~ @abelzumi

[darknessawaits28]

Escape From Rapture {Bioshock Series} Part 3 [Final]

Hello my lovies! Hope you are having a wonderful holiday! I wanted to give yall another different story that was requested. It will be based on the Bioshock universe with a little bit of a twist. Here is Part 3, the finale. Thank you lovies for being patient, and so sorry for taking so long in releasing this last part. Hopefully you enjoy my lovies! Thank you all for your love and support! Stay awesome! :3 :3

The storyline was provided by @tim-ribbert-56, make sure to give them a follow! :3

Storyline:

So I got an interesting multi part story in the bioshock universe set two years before the events of the first bioshock

So set in 1958, the multi part story focuses on a woman called Susan who's been hiding ever sense raptured had fallen its been difficult for her especially trying to avoid splicers she hides in the luxury swimming area where she's been using it has a sort of make shift hide out

One day, she comes across a plasmid that she has never even heard of before the shrink plasmid it allows the user to shrink at will to any size they choose from the size of a doll to the size of a child or mouse. She's a little unsure if she wants to use it as she knows the effect plasmids have on humans, but she hasn't had her food supply, which has been low, and she's very hungry has her stomach growls so reluctantly she jabs the plasmid into herself as her body feels strange at first nothing happens but then she begins to shrink in a spurts as her swimsuit feels until she's the size of a doll buried under her swimsuit

She's amazed that the plasmid even worked and eats the now large food around her she tests to see if she can be returned to normal size, which works but the process takes time as she's now the size of a little sister still she's happy with the results

Over the next few days, she uses her shrinking abilities to her heart content as she uses it to sleep on a large pillow, wear children's clothes, and grow back if she ever has back pain however she notices she's been having nose bleeds which starts to worry her so when she reads the label sayings "warning this product has not been tested yet" which horrifies her as she just realised she inadvertently poisoned herself the label reads "Made by Dr Carol" she then heads off to find this Dr Carol and hopefully find a cure however things will gey very scary and complicated for her

Part 3: The Final Stretch: Where the Sea Meets the Sky

Walking through Rapture was a nightmare, having to go through countless splicers, lunatics, doctors, and the occasional camera system that always seemed to know when you were walking by. 

“Argh…..I feel so…strange” Susan groaned as she gripped the wall that was beside her, feeling her body ache all over. “What the fuck is going on with me?”

“Heya girly, ya got any Adam for me” A male splicer laughed as he appeared out of nowhere, readying his pistol.

“Shit!” Susan gasped as she heard the splicer and was about to turn around when her body quickly shrunk to the size of a pea.

“What the hell?” The male splicer gasped, looking around on the ground to see where she had gone. “Where did ya go girly?!” “What ya too scared to face me?!” 

Susan glanced down at her small form, finding it incredible that this plasmid could work so quickly when it seemed like it wasn’t working before, or working gradually. Within seconds, she rushed out of there as fast as she could, heading inside the ladies room of one of the ball room areas. 

“Okay, come on, grow” she spoke out loud, waving her hands, trying to see if that would work. “Oh come on, don’t do this to me” she growled, waving her hands again and saw that it didn’t work. “Shit!” she sighed in anguish, trying to figure out a way to survive like this for the meantime. “I guess I better head for the….” she groaned slightly, feeling that headache returning but with more force. “Ah” she gasped, touching her nose, and realizing that she was bleeding. “What….argh…” she groaned, completely passing out on the floor. 

When she came too, she gripped her head, noticing that the massive headache that she had before had disappeared strangely; and she also realized that she had grown back to her normal size, only she thought she did. “Oh thank god, I’m back” she chuckled, carefully standing up on her two feet but gasping when she realized how tall she was. “What the hell?” “Why I am the size of a fucking little girl?!” "She shouted angrily, causing a group of splicers outside the bathroom to become aware of the commotion. 

“Helloooo” A woman splicer calmly called, making sure to have her pistol drawn. 

“Shit” Susan gasped as she hid in the corner, quickly grabbing her shotgun, preparing herself for a fight.

“Francine, big boy is here, we gotta go!” A male splicer shouted to Francine. 

“Fine!” Francine growled, quickly running away.

“Phew” Susan breathed a sigh of relief, glad that she wasn’t going to need to fight her way out of this. Although, as she exited out of the bathroom, she ran into a big daddy, her heart sinking within her chest. “Crap.”

The big brute groaned slightly, glancing down at Susan, finding it odd that this little girl was roaming about without a protector.

“Hey big guy….uhh I’m just going to scoot past you….and uh-”

The big daddy softly groaned as he grabbed onto Susan gently, softly putting him onto his back. 

“Wait, wait!” Susan gasped as she was picked up by him and placed onto his back. “Huh?” 

The big daddy softly groaned again as he turned around to head out of the bathroom, beginning to roam around the halls. 

“Argh…” Susan groaned as she touched her nose, glancing down at her fingers to see blood yet again. “What the hell is wrong with me?” She coughed, her hand shaking as she reached into her pouch to grab the plasmid bottle and scanned it for anything useful.

“Look at this piece of crap!” “He’s carrying a little sister, get him!” Other brave splicers yelled, charging towards him to get to the ‘supposed’ little sister on his back.

“Shit!” Susan shouted as she put the bottle away in her pouch and held onto the big daddy, hoping that he could protect her. 

The big daddy roared in anger, its helmet changing to a bright red color in anger as it swung its drill in the splicers direction. 

“Come on!” The male splicer shouted as he hit the big daddy with his pistol but got instantly shoved back. 

“Ah!” Susan screamed when she nearly got hit by one of the female splicers that was trying to nab her.

The big daddy roared again in anger, using his drill to jam inside of the female splicer's rib cage and began to drill her into pieces. 

“This piece of crap is too strong, retreat!” The remaining splicers waved to their other companions and quickly made a hasty retreat. 

The big daddy groaned in pain as he grabbed Susan from his back and placed her down gently on the ground, making sure that she was okay.

“Listen big guy…I-I’m not a little sister…I just have a shrinking problem and….” She instantly went quiet when she saw him point towards the area where the only functioning bathysphere was, behind the broken rubble and in the water. “Oh” she smiled softly, glancing up at him when he patted her head.

The big daddy groaned back at her, slowly walking away to find another little sister where he could protect. 

“Thank you!” She waved to him, wincing violently when her body began to ache, as she grew smaller within a second and then back to her full size. “I don’t think this plasmid is working correctly…I think I’m going to need to see-” she quickly grabbed the plasmid bottle from her pack and glanced at it again, seeing that it was manufactured by Dr. Carol. 

“Where the hell is she located?!” Susan grumbled in frustration, wishing that she could simply escape and live her life happily on the surface. “Blah, blah, blah, the fabulous Dr. Carol, blah, blah….located in the….Sultry Distract….oh you’ve got to be kidding me” she sighed deeply, readying herself to head to the one district that she wanted to avoid with all the hookers and….strange dealings. “Here we go” was the last thing she said as she entered the elevator. 

Within minutes, she arrived at the district, already being blinded by the half naked pictures of women on the posters and the bright lights that signaled where anyone could come and have some fun. “Now where is…ah there’s the sign” She smiled, seeing in the distance the bright red arrow that said ‘Want a bigger genital, come see Dr. Carol.’ 

“Of course she would work on that type of growing and shrinking plasmid” she chuckled to herself, continuing forward until she reached her little workshop. 

Slowly but surely, the two doors slid open, allowing her to enter. The workshop was of course trashed, no doubt by splicers who were looking for more adam, but hopefully Dr. Carol was alright so that she could help her understand or cure her of this problem she was having with the shrinking plasmid.

“Hello?” Susan called out, hopefully to grasp the location of the doctor.

“Who is it?” An unfamiliar voice called back.

“Hi, my name is Susan, I’m looking for Dr. Carol to help me find a cure for this shrinking plasmid I took.”

“And why should I help you?” the voice grew dark. 

“Uh…I…I just want to get to the surface, but I can’t go up there with this problem.”

Without warning, a shriveled and deformed hand reached from around the doorway in front of her, causing Susan to step back slightly. “A-Are you Dr. Carol?”

“Yes!” Dr. Carol grumbled in anger, stepping out from around the doorway, half of her face completely being covered by an enormous growth, while the rest of her body was either deformed, shriveled, or covered in blood. 

“Can you help me….please.”

“I don’t help anyone anymore, they’re vicious dogs, the lot of them” she sighed as she cupped her growth in pain.

“Yes, but I am not like them, I promise you” Susan tried to reassure her, gently approaching her as to not startle or cause any problems with her. 

Dr. Carol glanced over at the girl trying to entice her to help her with the condition she claims she was having. “What is the problem?”

“I used your shrinking potion, my nose bleeds every so often, and I grow and shrink randomly.” 

“Hmmm, your genetic code doesn’t want to comply with my dosage” she chuckled, beginning to limp down the stairs to her lab. “Follow.”

Within an instant, Susan quickly rushed after her, entering her enormous, surprisingly not trashed, lab. “Wow, your lab looks beautiful.”

“Thank you, I try to keep it protected from those bastards out there” Dr. Carol sighed as she patted the lab table in front of her. “Sit.”

Complying, Susan jumped up onto the lab table and set her pouch beside her, close enough to reach for it in case Dr. Carol decides to do something. 

“Andrew Ryan screwed up this city.” “He dreamed big, wanting to give its citizens freedom that the surface would never give.” “But that dream ended in chaos.” “We humans are animals and will always be animals” Dr. Carol growled, grabbing a syringe and jabbing it inside a purple plasmid bottle, sucking up the contents of it. 

“Yeah, this is why I want to leave, I can’t be here anymore, it's too dangerous.” 

“And how will you get out my dear, there are no functioning bathyspheres left in this part of the city” Dr. Carol raised a brow as she pulled the syringe out of the top of the empty purple plasmid bottle and turned around to face Susan; lifting up her sleeve to find a perfect place to inject her. 

“There is one, it's just above, but of course covered in rubble, I just need this shrinking potion to work correctly so I don’t get crushed or hurt when I’m going through.”

“Really?” She questioned curiously, jabbing her in her arm, injecting the purple liquid within her. “That should stabilize the plasmid for you my dear, no more nosebleeds or random growing and shrinking.”

“Ah, thank you Dr. Carol” Susan sighed in relief, pulling her sleeve down and grabbing her things. “Dr. Carol, you….seemed kind of interested in the bathysphere, do…do you wish to join me?” 

Dr. Carol let out a tired chuckle, turning around to face Susan with a gun, “No my dear.”

“Shit” Susan tried to reach for her pouch but Dr. Carol shook her head. 

“I am not interested in going to the surface, I was waiting for someone competent enough to finish the job.”

“What job?” Susan questioned in curiosity.

“To kill me” Dr. Carol sighed as she placed the gun in Susan’s hands.

“What..but…why?”

“There is no cure for me my dear, I was bound to die eventually, but I don’t want to die in pain.” “Please, this is my last dying wish, end it for me.”

“B-But” Susan gasped as she checked to see if the gun was loaded and felt tears overflowing her eyes.

“Just promise me that you won’t forget the people down here, the good, hearted, innocent people here.” “The ones that gave their lives to save their families from the bastard lion that is Andrew Ryan.”

“I promise” Susan spoke as she pointed the gun to her head and shot it, a loud bang echoing along the walls, while a splash of blood hit her face. “Rest easy Dr. Carol, and thank you…for helping me” She sniffled, setting the gun down on the lab table, cleaned the blood from her face and then exited the lab.

Within the hour, she had reached beyond the rubble that led to the bathysphere, to her freedom. “Ah, thank you” she breathed happily within the big daddy suit, quickly stepping inside and taking off the gear. Pulling the lever, the glass door closed, beginning its ascend to the surface. “Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm” Susan began to hum, staring out outside as she saw the remaining parts of the city, some brightly lit and some crumbling into the depths. She had no idea why her family had decided to raise her within this dreaded city, but she was glad that she was able to finally leave and live her life happily on the surface. 

Soon enough, the bathysphere reached the surface, floating gently. With that, Susan pushed the glass door open, using her hand to cover her eyes from the blinding light of the sun. “Now how the hell am I going to get to land?” She questioned, until a passing boat noticed the floating craft and decided to help. “Ma’am, do you need assistance?” The older man questioned. “Yes please” Susan smiled as she jumped on his boat gently and pulled all her belongings from the bathysphere. And with that, she was free, free from Rapture, free from Andrew Ryan, free from the splicers, and…able to live her life in peace, hoping that no one else has to...go through the same trauma she had gone through.

“You know...when Mum and Dad put me on that plane to visit my cousins in England, they told me, 'Son, you're special, you were born to do great things.' You know what? They were right....".

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What is the greatest lie every created? What is the most vicious obscenity ever perpetrated on mankind? Slavery? The Holocaust? Dictatorship? No. It's the tool with which all that wickedness is built: altruism. Whenever anyone wants others to do their work, they call upon their altruism. Never mind your own needs, they say, think of the needs of... of whoever. The state. The poor. Of the army, of the king, of God! The list goes on and on. How many catastrophes were launched with the words "think of yourself"? It's the "king and country" crowd who light the torch of destruction. It is this great inversion, this ancient lie, which has chained humanity to an endless cycle of guilt and failure. My journey to Rapture was my second exodus. In 1919, I fled a country that had traded in despotism for insanity. The Marxist revolution simply traded one lie for another. Instead of one man, the tsar, owning the work of all the people, *all* the people owned the work of all of the people. So, I came to America: where a man could own his own work, where a man could benefit from the brilliance of his own mind, the strength of his own muscles, the *might* of his own will. I had thought I had left the parasites of Moscow behind me. I had thought I had left the Marxist altruists to their collective farms and their five-year plans. But as the German fools threw themselves on Hitler's sword "for the good of the Reich", the Americans drank deeper and deeper of the Bolshevik poison, spoon-fed to them by Roosevelt and his New Dealists. And so, I asked myself: in what country was there a place for men like me - men who refused to say "yes" to the parasites and the doubters, men who believed that work was sacred and property rights inviolate. And then one day, the happy answer came to me, my friends: there was *no* country for people like me! And *that* was the moment I decided... to build one: Andrew Ryan

[unhingedbutpretty]

@devouringmadness for Felicitas

Nyssala had never been great with faces, especially after coming to the surface. To her, a lot of surfacers looked the same. It didn’t help that hundreds — maybe thousands — of people passed through Sharess' Caress every year, making it even harder for her to keep track of anyone.

Names though... now that was a different story. Growing up, she had spent plenty of time memorizing the names of countless important members of Menzoberranzan's noble houses — their children, their grandchildren. She had to recite her own lineage perfectly, all the way back to the very first wretched soul that decided to name her daughter "Yvonnel". It was dull, mind-numbing work, and more than once, she’d considered throwing herself off Arach-Tinilith's cephalothorax just to escape it.

But it paid off, it seems. Now, Nyssala rarely forgets a name, and Felicitas was one she didn't expect to hear at... wherever the hell they were now. The middle of nowhere, that is. Nyssala was on her way to try her luck knocking on a massive, grass-covered gate she found when she overheard people talking at distance, and the name was the very first thing she could understand. A known name could mean trouble. What if the other drow recognized her? And worse, what if she decided that killing Nyssala would earn her some twisted favour with Matron Quenthel? (Assuming Quenthel was still the Matron, of course. Things always tended to change too fast down there...)

No, no, no, I'm just being paranoid.

After all, if the Matron wanted her head, she'd have taken it by now... Right? And it's not like she could be sure it's even the same "Felicitas." There have to be plenty of "Felicitas" on the surface, right? Though... now that she thought about it, she hadn’t met a single other "Felicitas" since she got here. The odds were definitely stacked against her.

She quickly ducked behind a giant rock, hoping to stay out of sight. She'd observe this Felicitas first, check the vibes, and then decide if she would approach her or not. But from the other side of the rock, a group — adventurers, by their gear — suddenly came barreling in her direction. They were a mess. Wounded, dirty, and clearly running for their lives. She held her breath, expecting the worst, but they rushed past her without a second glance, their voices rising as they shouted at the closed gate.

"OPEN THE BLOODY GATE!!"

The shouting at the gate kept going, with people on both sides yelling and throwing insults back and forth. Whoever those folks were, it was clear that trouble was brewing, and Nyssala had no intention of sticking around to find out what kind.

"Oh, shit." She barely had spun on her heels when a pack of goblins came into view, charging toward the gate on massive wargs, armed to the teeth, snarling like bloodthirsty beasts themselves. Arrows whistled through the air, one zipped past her so close it ruffled her hair, embedding itself with a sharp thunk into the ground behind her. By sheer luck, she hadn’t been skewered.

A battle. Of course, there was a battle coming, and Nyssala, the absolute last person who should be anywhere near sharp objects and angry beasts, was right in the middle of it. She glanced around, panic rising. Goblins charging, arrows flying — she barely knew which end of a sword to hold, let alone how to survive this mess.

She tried to bolt, slipping away from the chaos, but a goblin, quick and sneaky, intercepted her. The creature bared its crooked teeth, sneering, "A drow! The boss is going to like you!" They lunged forward, grabbing her by the clothes.

"Take your hands off me! Ah!" She gritted her teeth, fighting to free her tunic from the goblin's grip. She couldn’t believe she was losing. To a goblin! This was beyond humiliating — definitely one of the most embarrassing moments of her life. "ARGH! YOU LITTLE- Go back to the anus that birthed you!"

She didn’t expect much, but then — whoa. A weird, almost electric sensation surged through her, and for the first time, she felt her words hit like a physical blow. The goblin staggered back, clutching his head, clearly in pain. The goblin's grip suddenly loosened, sending Nyssala stumbling back until she landed unceremoniously in the dirt, sitting dazed and annoyed.

Nyssala blinked in surprise, momentarily marveling at the fact that her insult actually did something — bardic magic? Was that real? But she didn’t have time to process it. Standing up, she turned and sprinted toward Felicitas’ group without a second thought. Vibe check be damned, survival was the priority now!

[justmanic03]

Amethyst - Chapter twenty-six

(A/N: Project Zomboid, anyone?)

Team Moon Grunt Robert sent out Zomboid!

Go! Lily!

"What in the name of Arceus is a ZOMBOID?!" Lisa screeched upon seeing the ugly creature. It looked as though a Garbodor had grown red fur and horns, with bright green orbs for eyes.

"A Team Moon staple, I'll have you know!" The old man grinned. He then proceeded to turn back to me. "Tsk tsk. You must be insane to pull out a grass type here. Use Flash Attack!"

Zomboid used Flash Attack! Gladimax avoided the attack!

"It looks like a fire-steel combo! Get Lily out of that battle!" Mackenzie yelled from behind me. I proceeded to withdraw Lily, and sent out Zelda in her place.

You're in charge, Zelda!

"It's about time you sampled the Opaquia way of doing things!" The old man rubbed his hands together, before instructing his Zomboid to use Flash Attack against Zelda:

It's not very effective...

Zelda used Waterfall!

A critical hit!

Following Zelda's catastrophic blow, the red Pokemon lost all of its HP except one unit.

Damn...

The opposing Zomboid used Spear of Destruction!

A giant steel trident spawned over its head, and was hurtled in Zelda's direction. The three of us covered our eyes as it hit her.

Zelda fainted!

"Think twice before you start messing around with Team Moon! Even the strongest champions around the world are unable to handle the horrors of Opaquia!" The old man smirked victoriously. I grimaced, before sending out Manganese. He was able to make a quick meal out of the Zomboid.

Zomboid fainted!

Team Moon Grunt Robert sent out Umbreon!

"Haha, bad move!" Mackenzie chuckled.

Manganese used Earthquake!

Umbreon lost half of its HP. The old man scratched the back of his head. "Hmph."

Umbreon used Dark Pulse!

Manganese avoided the attack!

"Whooooo! Hooray for speed!" Lisa chanted.

"Come on Y/N, you got this!" Mackenzie called.

(Time skip)

You defeated Team Moon Grunt Robert!

"Hahaha, that'll teach you, you old fool!" Lisa yelled. The old man grimaced, his grip on the tiki torch tightening so much that his hand quivered as he seethed with rage.

"Unbelievable..." he grumbled. "It seems as though Team Moon... is well and truly done for."

"So Freya was right after all," Mackenzie observed.

The old man cleared his throat. "Very well... you have remarkable strength, even I'd be a fool to deny that." He lifted his cane, gesturing towards the abandoned building with the ripped flags. "This place... is very dangerous. There are still some mutant Pokemon created by Team Moon that still inhabit it."

"We'll take them on!" Lisa spoke up fiercely. I couldn't help but smile internally at her dedication and determination.

"However, if anything were to happen to any of you, it's not my mess to clean up." And with that, he turned on his heel and trudged away.

"Well... THAT was insane..." Mackenzie spoke up. "Anyway... shall we?" The three of us turned back towards the building. Despite Mackenzie's hesitance, Lisa seemed thoroughly determined to see this through, and so, I nodded my head. The Elite Four and the whole region of Taldourse depended on us.

Lisa instructed her Gryffinblud to use Flamethrower, which burned away the boards blocking the entrance. "So you can actually be smart sometimes." Mackenzie observed.

"Excuse me, I'm always smart!" She corrected, flipping her choppy her over her shoulders. She led the way, Mackenzie and I following her into the building. Chandelure was able to illuminate the foyer so that we could at least see what was in front of us. As could be expected, the floorboards were very creaky, and these particular creaks were very loud in contrast to the deafening silence of the place.

"I'm not a fan of the amount of spiderwebs I'm seeing here..." Mackenzie said, his voice echoing throughout the halls. He was cut off by a shrill, piercing screech. "ARGH!!! What was that!!!!"

"Calm down it's just a zoobat!" Lisa laughed. "Mack, you wouldn't last five minutes in a zombie apocalypse."

"That's a pretty strong zoobat though." I observed, as the Level 85 Pokemon flapped its wings up and down rapidly. "Wait... what's it doing?" It appeared to be twisting its body, flapping around in various motions.

This was NOT typical Pokemon behaviour. I began to wonder whether it had been corrupted.

"Looks like it's going some sort of signal dance." Mack observed. "I've never seen a Pokemon behave like -- AAARRRGGGHHHH!!!!" Our thoughts were immediately cut off. I gasped as I felt a pair of very strong arms grab me from behind, lifting me off of my feet. My heart dropped to my stomach as I realised I was under physical attack, and same happened to Lisa and Mackenzie. That zoobat had indeed been signalling, and three Hitmonlees had appeared out of nowhere and grabbed us!

I thrashed around in the arms of the fighting-type giant, yet was completely immobilised.

"PUT ME DOWN YOU FAT-HEADED GOBLIN!!!" Lisa screamed as she flailed her arms and legs in Hitmonlee's arms. Mackenzie was just screaming incoherencies. I kicked and kicked and tried to punch, but it was no use. The giant Pokemon were carrying us down a very dark hallway, and our Pokemon had sadly retreated into their Pokeballs. There was no escape.

I was thrust from the Hitmonlee's arms and landed flat on my face on a cold, hard, dirty floor.

"This is NOT how you're supposed to pick up ladies, Buster!" Lisa growled. "OUCH!" She was thrown down on to the floor, landing beside me. The third Hitmonlee which had captured Mackenzie proceeded to toss him behind us. "Ouch! Maybe I should've come with a handle with care label."

SLAM!!!!!

That was it. We were locked up in the dungeon.

"That stupid senile rat led us right into a trap!" Lisa growled.

Then, seemingly out of nowhere, a fourth person spoke up. "Took you Slowpokes long enough to get to Opaquia."

My head snapped up, to see none other than Danny sitting in the corner, playing with a rock he had found.

"Danny! What are you doing here?!" I gasped as I rushed over to my long-lost rival.

"Since you Slowbros and Slowsisters were all preoccupied with Buzz's little mission, I figured I'd take advantage and get to Opaquia first." He said casually. "Then I ran into that stuck-up, psychotic harp lady. I told her I was going to be the next Champion of Taldourse and she just laughed at me. Said I was just some nobody from Unova. That made me angry, so I came here to Opaquia to battle as many Pokemon as I could and get stronger. But, it seems I bit off more than I could chew, and so I ended up in this place."

"Even though I can't stand that Freya, she appears to know exactly what she's talking about. I wonder if she has a history with Team Moon?" Mackenzie queried.

"Sure seems evil enough," I nodded my head.

Lisa then sighed, and spoke up. "Y'know, when I was younger, I always dreamed about the Opaquian Dungeons."

Danny only laughed. "I mean, I knew you were insane," Although he rolled his eyes, for a change, Lisa did not react to this. Instead, she continued to speak, in a softer, more emotional tone. "I always dreamed that I'd be a super strong grunt, and I'd be escorting and locking people up in these dungeons. But never once did I expect I'd be a prisoner in them myself." She then rose to her feet. "That's why we've got to get out of here. I can't help Crystal if I'm stuck in here!"

"And I can't earn my Champions title stuck like this!" Danny added, tossing his rock up and down.

"Yeah, not to mention this place is probably infested with spiders..." Mackenzie retorted.

"Okay, lemme think for a second..." I brought my fingers up to my chin as I wracked my brains for an escape plan.

This was NOT going to be easy. I knew Opaquia was full of unpleasant surprises, but I had no idea I'd be spending a night in one of the notorious Team Moon dungeons.

[ladysunbite]

Through the haze that cloaked her like the shroud of snow she heard the murmurs of blood, of his blood, of her blood. It was even more murky than reading thoughts, but the general drift was clear. Argh, that was the usual trouble with humans. Nor kind, nor keen. Not even her child. The ground they danced upon was slippery at best and social blunders were inevitable. Especially when you let someone close enough to rip your neck open. What an irony. The sun-eyed wanted to say something, but the metallic taste filled her mouth. The a frown crossed her forehead. If her Temerian felt his pride bitten, she had it no differently. Only her own body was playing against her, to add spite to further disgrace. After a short consideration, the cultured vampiress took a twig from the ground and began writing upon the fresh snow. I AM TO DIE TONIGHT. LA COMPASSION HAS BEEN PROVIDED FOR. V. IS... That was the first time she allowed herself to look at her wrists. Both were adorned with wide bracelets tonight. Underneath, however, the sight was not beauteous. Maimed flesh, healing in sacred pattern, with bits of bone, incrusted with symbols not of this world. A sign of ascension. Pain gripped her temples, it took all her pride not to whimper or to moan like a little whimpering animal, a prey. They both had been prideful, that was a trait she liked in the wolf, the man. With a flash of a hand, the speed of a voice, she garbed the first bottle that slipped into her grasp - clawed, when she meant it not, what a slip of decorum - and took a generous sip. "Argh!" it was that brew she got for the Temerian, something from his motherland. The stuff was vile enough to let her fangs shoot out. It was a miracle she did not break the bottle here and there, but instead covered up by offering her companion - shocked, probably - a bowl and a goblet, both graciously filled. Shaming the preferences of others wasn't the refined vampiress' habit, after all. It was never her desire to demean him either. Never. Their relationship was strained and full of sharp corners, but contempt, a true acid contempt of a predator against a prey, a master over a slave, she never willingly showed or genuinely felt. Otherwise, Vernon Roche would have been dead long ago. If anything, Orianna would name her crime as being over-protective. She realized it only now. Betwix her desire to research his curse for her own means, have him kill for her as any sworn sword would, there was also an ever-present wish for his company. That's why she kept the collar, when it was all said and done, bore the offending scent of wet fur penetrating Mandragora's chambers. That's why she let him go in the end, least the reasonable, strategic part of her mind would win a parley and declared their questionable blood bond null, if he slipped and broke the laws he was never aware of. In the name of overweighting benefits of vivisecting the werewolf at the underground laboratories of Tesham Mutna, to gain the knowledge that would allow her to control humans more efficiently / find a cure for her ailing children. The temerian brew had one positive point, however. More paint banished the lulling arms of oblivion the sun-eyed was slipping in. For how long, there was not possible to say. ...IS BUILDING A TRENCH THERE.

Every child had a different way of battling the grief, and the girl had hers by its throat, keen on making at least one home safe. Even if the mistress wrinkled her nose at the ugly landscape, it was better than having her bashing her head against the walls and blooding her knuckles, wasting such a sweet sweet essence, or planning to run away, after Francis and into the maw of her own second death.

YOU WON'T FAIL ME IF YOU LIVE TO SEE THE SECOND CONJUCTION. CAREFREE AND DRUNK. LIKE AT THAT FEAST WHEN YOU ALMOST ATE ALL THE GUESTS. The recollection brought shaped her thin lips into a crescent. Few could appreciate his singing voice when he was literally howling and spotting a wolf's tail. The rest of him was human, a cryptic foul language included. For a wink of an eyes, just for a wink Orianna allowed herself to lean against the tree truck, and bask in the warmth of moonlight. What a curious sensation, that weird exhaustion, her bones felt like glass, like the cutting smiles of the stars.

What the fuck was she thinking, how was that a way to end a contest against someone, to merely find them and slap them around the head several times and just plop yourself right down onto them and sit on them, what on earth was she thinking with that, as if that was the right way to fight, and fragile, heck that had fuck all to do with it, he was humiliated with her antics and the way she had won the contest, even with the knowing she had.

That there was nothing he could do against her, she was a higher vampire, he was not, a wolf or not, he could have been a mage, someone from the wild hunt, heck he could have been a witcher, with an army with him, it mattered little, she was a higher vampire, the conversation in fighting someone like her, truly started and stopped there, she cannot be defeated nor killed, so the entire thing in fighting her and thinking you would win, was rather pointless and foolish to boot.

“Nope.” He said as he would get up and shake himself side to side for the moment to get the snow and the dirt right off him and back onto the ground where it truly belongs and nothing more than that, he was not harmed, by any means, he was just really fucking pissed off with her and that was a fucking problem.

“Work with Francis, have you hit your head.” He said, as he would plop himself down and sit there, panting, his back hurt, his head hurt, she had tossed him around, slapped him about and then she had the nerve to sit on him as well, great. This night just keeps getting better and better with each passing moment and now she had the balls, the fucking balls to ask him to forgive, forget and then work with this little shit of a man instead of pinning him down and eating his fucking face off him and ending his life, she was truly asking for far too much.

“You need to go and recover, go to sleep and heal.” As he looked at her and then away, if she was going to drop down here, he would leave her ass in the snow, he was not going to aid her this time around. He sighed and would get up again and walk over to her and look her up and down. “For old times.” And nothing more than that, for nothing other than the shit they have been through over the years.

“I’ll find him and work with him then and the girl as well, I’ll get her back.” If this was her trying to help, then he will finally shut the fuck up for once, stop fighting and being angry and pissed with her and listen, find her son, kill a prick, rescue a girl, the same old shit he used to do countless years ago, fucking hell, right back into the action already as he would nod his head.

“I will not fail you.”

[ggidolsmuts]

Dressed for "Success" - Ryu Sujeong

"Ah the sun's so nice! Oppa hurry up!" Sujeong takes your suitcase and pushes you out. "Just drop the stuff and go reserve a good spot!"

"S-Sujeong, I need to get the towels and my book!"

"Here!" Sujeong tosses you your book carelessly, and thankfully it lands securely in your hands. "I'll bring the towels, go go go, I just need to change!"

With an exasperated breath you leave her to it, going back to the hotel elevator. What was supposed to be a relaxed arrival in the morning became a delayed arrival in the afternoon, cutting short your weekend trip to the beaches. This resulted in Sujeong rushing you the whole way here—she wanted to get some sun in before the day was out. This weekend is luckily not too crowded, and you secure a spot not too far from the hotel. You trap your book between your arm and body as you lug a large beach umbrella over to the empty beach chair you had set your sights on.

"Argh!" Sitting down on the chair immediately was a regrettable choice, and the heat stings your skin as you jump up. You leave it be for a while, and now under the shade of the umbrella the chair gradually cools to an acceptable level.

"Oppa!" Sujeong comes running over a little later, dressed in a simple top and shorts, carrying a towel in her arms. "Nice you got us a good spot!"

"Mmhmm, its kinda hot though."

"Good thing I brought these then!" Sujeong brandishes the handheld electric fan in front of you, and you woop with joy.

"Nice! You're the best!" you sit back down on the chair, trying to angle the fan just right so that you could still read the book with both hands and not have to hold the fan up.

"Hey, shouldn't you help me with the sunscreen then?" Sujeong lies teasingly on the beach towel, running a foot over her other leg. You kneel in front of her and look left and right. With no one in sight, you lift a leg and kiss it up and down, brushing sand from her foot before kissing it. Gently she pushes you away, handing you the sunscreen. "Your kisses don't block UV rays, sadly. Sunscreen please?" Her legs felt extra creamy as you rubbed the lotion up and down her calves and lower legs before moving past her knee. You knead her toned thighs slowly, eventually drifting under her shorts. You pull your hands out to apply more lotion, and Sujeong hums in delight when you rub it in more firmly.

"I think that's enough oppa." She scoots away from you as your fingers tease underneath her bikini bottom. "You should do my back." You expected her to take off her t-shirt, but to your surprise most of the back is cut out, leaving only two thin straps.

"Sujeong! What is this top? Isn't it too revealing?"

"It's fine, I'll be wearing a cardigan most of the time."

"What about the straps, you'll get tanlines?"

"You're the only one who'll see it anyways," Sujeong dismisses you offhandedly. "Now come on!" She lies flat on the beach towel, resting her head on her hands. You gather more lotion before rubbing it all over her exposed back. Sujeong sighs in relief as your hands work her over, relaxing her with the impromptu massage. She becomes one with the towel, seeming to sink deeper into the sand. You kiss the back of her neck, and your fingers go to her dimples of Venus—familiar gripping points for a different kind of massage.

"Oppa!" Sujeong shoots you a warning look, but you push your luck a little further, your thumbs pushing her shorts down a little, dipping beneath her bottoms— Sujeong turns around to face you. You back away, expecting her to be mad, but Sujeong is blushing pink. She leans in to peck your cheek before whispering, "Please let me have a good tan? If you can wait till tonight I have something special planned for us."

"Is it something special in a good sense, not some random night tour?" You still remember the bug bites from the night tour she booked for the two of you last trip.

"Mmhmm, it'll be good for us." Her hand brushes your crotch for the briefest of moments—it was the most forward she has been with you, and you catch her pulling back to take her breath away, a fierce but short kiss that left her red-faced. "Oppa, there could've been people watching!"

"I look forward to it." You lean back on the chair, using the book to block your delicious view of Sujeong lounging, and the fan helps you calm down and cool off. The afternoon wind ruffles through the pages of your book, the shadow cast by the sun serving as your bookmark as it shades the words you have read. Eventually though, the weather places a damper on things quite literally, the sand around you beginning to get spotty and dark.

"Sujeong, it's raining, should we go?"

"Ah should we? But maybe the rain will go away soon? Make room!" Sujeong climbs aboard the lounge chair, half sitting on you. The pitter patter on the beach umbrella becomes more frequent, and it became clear that the sun wouldn't be appearing again for a while. The two of you cuddle for awhile, and she hugs your arm while watching the light shower drag into a long pour. 

Your hand eventually slips underneath her top, rubbing her toned tummy. Sujeong doesn't push you away, instead encouraging it, trapping your arm between her own arm and body. Her hand draws circles on the back of yours as you draw larger circles over her skin, and you lean in to capture her lips when she looks to you.

You deepen the kiss, your other hand pulling her towards you. The hand on her body becomes more firm, more demanding, and yet, frustratingly she grips your hand tightly when you want to go lower. She can definitely feel your hardness poking at her, but she shakes her head.

"Not here, let's just go back." Sullenly you gather up your stuff, leaving the umbrella there for now to make a dash back to the hotel. The elevator ride up is quiet, and you try to not let your displeasure show—little did you know that Sujeong had other things on her mind.

You drop your belongings by the bed, and you are pleasantly surprised by Sujeong dropping you on the bed, pushing you from behind and peppering you with kisses.

"Oppa, let's do something special now." You manage to turn and sit up, and in your lap Sujeong looks both cute and sexy, her cheeks tinged pink with want, her clothes wet from the rain, clinging tightly around her figure.

"I thought you wanted to do that tonight?"

"I can't wait any longer." With her admission your hands are daring on her body, roaming the extra skin her top affords you. At her urgent tugs on your t-shirt you take it off before pulling Sujeong back in, resuming the liplock you had with her. Your lips move down to her neck, her gasps and breaths harried as you worked on the straps of her top. As soon as she feels them loosen she lifts the rain-soaked cloth up and over her head, her hair tousled—she was already a sexy mess. She becomes a sexy naked mess soon after, removing her shorts and her juice-soaked bikini bottoms in front of you before tugging on your own shorts.

"Wait Sujeong." You pause her attack on your boxers to reach in your bag for a box of condoms, fumbling with it to pull one out. She works your erection out of your boxers, stripping the last piece of clothing for you before reaching for the foil-protected protection. You close your eyes as Sujeong bobs her head on your shaft, wetting it and preparing for the familiar but unwelcome feeling of snug rubber.

"Oppa."

You open your eyes to see Sujeong biting on the wrapper of the condom, as if preparing to tear it open. To your shock she spits it out to the side, pushing herself to her feet and getting in your lap instead.

"S-Sujeong?" You throb and flex, your shaft brushing against her slit directly.

"Let's not use protection." She kisses you passionately to interrupt any protest, grinding in your lap, against your shaft, as if trying to make you just slip into her.

"Are you sure that's okay?" Your hands hold her waist still, prompting her to whine.

"This is what I wanted to be special. People say to dress for the job you want, so I dressed for the fuck I want—" she sucks your bottom lip, stinging it with a soft nip. "Bareback, I want to feel you directly oppa."

There has been an imaginary line between you and her, one enforced by the use of rubber, and in an instant it is broken as she sinks herself down in your lap, your tip spreading her slit open. Sujeong bites on her own lip, the sensation overwhelming as she feels you flesh to flesh.

"Ahh— mmmm!" Sujeong muffles a loud moan into your shoulder, she had imagined it to be good, to feel like her fingers when she tried putting them in, but not this good! She felt every inch of you intimately as she sank deeper and deeper on you, and you felt absolutely hot inside her, a warm living being, throbbing and pulsing with need.

"You feel so good..." she mumbles, already lifting herself off your lap before dropping back down, a sharp intake of breath from both of you indicating just how deep she took you—it felt like you had pushed the air straight out of her lungs. You try to respond in kind, but all you can manage is a moan as she coats your shaft with her slick warmth over and over again. You had been looking forward to doing this eventually, the next step in your relationship with Sujeong, but you never thought she would initiate it this quickly, certainly not this weekend, certainly not now.

Unable to put your thoughts into words, you hug Sujeong tighter, making her lean back a little—it allows you to capture a perky breast in your mouth, and with the lack of muffler she can't keep her loud husky moans down. It is extra loud when you swirl your tongue around a stiff nipple, and the bedroom never sounded more erotic as she rode you harder and harder, moans interspersed with the clapping of your bodies, with the lewd schlick and squelch of your connection.

"Oppa, oppa it's too good!" The two of you are lost in lust, primed for detonation. You start pulling her down on you forcefully, supplementing her own movements, and it sets the two of you off. "Wait, I'm going to— fuck!" Sujeong cries as she reaches an intense peak, her walls massage and seem to suck you deeper into her, and you make her scream when you push her peak even higher with your own.

"Haaannnghh!" Sujeong groans in ecstasy, her abdomen impossibly hot as you fill her with seed for the first time. She has felt you throb in orgasm before, dumping your load into a rubber, but never so directly, and her body reacts to the cum, strengthening her orgasm, making her milk you even more urgently. Rhythmically she rides and clings to your length, squeezing you for everything you have.

"Oh my god, oh god..." she gasps, slowly coming down from the delightful high. She moves gingerly, her nerves on fire, hypersensitive and overpleasured. She feels wet and sticky down there, and for a moment she thought she squirted and made a mess, but no, you were the one to make the mess inside her, small trickles of cum leaking out—you had thoroughly filled her, and then some. You continue rocking against her, and she can't help but whimper, letting you drain the last few spurts into her. It made her feel dirty, but she was dirty with you, and that made her feel amazing.

"I love you." A mini-climax rushes through her when you mumble it into her suddenly sweaty neck. Now she felt loved and wanted, and she drives herself down on your softening shaft, as if willing you to get hard again, wanting you to put more into her.

"Love you too." Sujeong captures your lips needily, and the kiss only breaks when you finally slip out of her, a flood of white following her out.

"W-Will you be okay?"

"Mmhmm, I told you, I want this, so I already took precautions."

"You are amazing." You kiss her and hug her close, your heartbeats eventually slowing down to an acceptable level. "Shower?" Sujeong tightens her arms and legs around you.

"Carry me?" A wide smile is plastered all over your face as you bring her to the bathroom, kissing her against the shower wall before finally letting her down. The two of you wash each other tenderly, and as you get below her waistline, you're surprised by just how much leaks out of her.

"That's a lot..." Sujeong gasps as you rub a finger between her legs, collecting your own cum on a finger before the water washes it away.

"Oppa put all of that in me." She takes your hand and rubs it further on her slit before bringing it to her mouth and sucking it clean. You briefly part her lips with your fingers before kissing her again, pushing her against the shower wall. You sense the smile on her face when you poke against her thigh. "I want more of it." Sujeong turns to face the wall, bending slightly over to brace herself.

There's no way you are able to resist her offer, and this time your thumbs dig into her dimples of Venus as you thrust forward into Sujeong. Her moan is loud and resonant, echoing and overpowering the sound of running water. The cum still inside her enhances her creaminess, and you soon have her on her tiptoes, driving up and forward into her. You turn the shower off, a distraction to your fucking, and the claps of your wet bodies is even more erotic.

"More oppa, more!" Sujeong cries out wantonly, and finally getting to fuck her raw instead of being ridden unlocks something in you. She finds herself on five toes as you lift one leg to the side and get even deeper inside her. Fully pinned against the wall, Sujeong relishes your rod pounding and grinding her senseless. Now she is truly being fucked, it makes her feel claimed, taken by you her lover, and then—

"Cum for me." You surprise her by bring a hand down to her clit and pressing on it, and Sujeong wails in climax and shuts down. She trembles and quivers against you, her toes curling uselessly in the air. This time she does squirt around you, her slick splashing on the shower floor between your thrusts. You can almost feel your balls shrink as you push into her one last time before reaching your own orgasm, shooting your load up into her, filling her up just like she wanted.

"Ah..." Sujeong can only manage a hoarse whisper at the exquisite heat between her legs, especially when she is back on two feet, the warm liquid trickling down her thighs as you hold her tightly in an embrace.

"Good?" You brush her wet hair, making sure she was ok with your roughness.

"Great." Her legs felt like noodles, but in your arms Sujeong has never felt more secure—there's no way she's ever having you use condoms again. "Help me clean up?" This time the two of you properly shower, and somehow you manage to get dressed without jumping each other again. Yet the expensive dinner reservation you made feels almost cheap and worthless as the two of you are hungry for something more than food. The dishes seem to fly by before you are dashing back to your room in record time.

"Oppa, think you have more for me?" Sujeong's in your arms, all dolled up and looking lovelier than ever.

You lean in for a kiss and mumble into her neck, "I'll try, not as much as before."

"I'll take whatever I can get." She pulls you towards bed, lying on it so you can get on top and undress her. 

“I love you,” you whisper, slowly pulling the straps of her dress down.

“Love you too, now give me everything you have.”

The rest of the night barely involves any sleep as you make Sujeong feel loved, then fucked, then loved again as you take her and she takes you, enjoying the next level of intimacy your relationship has reached.

Housekeeping gets to cleaning the room after the two of you checkout the next morning, bleary-eyed and shaky-legged. They happen upon a wrapped condom on the floor, and a little further in the corner a box of condoms, forgotten and unused.

"Poor guy, guess he didn't get lucky."

Oh how wrong they were.

A/N: Happy belated birthday and comeback/debut to Ryu Sujeong! That beach pic has been on my mind for a long time, and I finally managed to come up with a good pun to write about it. I could’ve done a quickie, but yeah, happy to come up with the whole “bareback” thing lol. Thanks for reading!

Disclaimer: Occasionally it is hot to write about stuff like getting rid of condoms/protection, and I have a creampie/breeding kink, as you will notice in my stories. In reality though, relationships are not dependent on whether or not you use condoms or other forms of protection instead, use whatever protection is best for you and your partner that you agree on. Understand the pros and cons of each, and the risks of unprotected sex. Be responsible to yourself and your partner.

Now go listen to her comeback/debut Pink Moon! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e3Tg0o2O4wg

[tparker48]

Request for Tinytoy0

The night would still be young as the party continued in the lounging area. Bailey sitting at the bar as the music filled his ears. Letting it draw his attention as he took a swig from his drink. But drew elsewhere when a very lean guy sat next to him.

"Give me two glasses" they said to the bartender. Watching them walk away before looked towards Bailey. "What's up?" He said to him.

"Hey." Bailey responded.

"Never seen you around here, you must be new"

"Well, only partially new, been here for about a week. Though still getting my bearings" Bailey responded, taking another swig of his drink.

"I see, I see" the guy responded, the bartender arriving back with his drinks. Placing the two glasses in front of him, but moved the other slightly to the side. Hovering his hand over it before moving it over to Bailey. "Here, one on me." He offered.

Bailey was cautious at first as he looked at the glass, unsure to take it as held his in his hand. But shrugged the thought aside, it couldn't help to be courteous right? drinking the remaining liquid, he grabbed the extra one. "thanks." He said in response, toasting the cup to him before downing it in one go. But winced as he slammed it down. "God that stings."

"Like it, it's got my own special taste for it."

"When you certainly got your own taste, Are you trying to kill me?"

"Heavens no! Well at least not exactly. Just showing you a little about what this town's drinks have to offer." He responded Bailey starting to get up from his seat, but the guy's hand stopped him as he held his arm softly. "Wait, I didnt mean to overstep. But, how about I make it up to you."

"Oh? And how would you do that?"

"Oh I can do that in many ways. Some physically" he leaned closer to Bailey "or sexually."

Bailey was taking off guard by the suggestion as he stepped back from them. The hand pulling him back as a hand laid onto his pants. Making his bulge flex in its state, but clenched it in rage before placing a hand on their shoulder. "Why you litt-"

"Its a simple offer, you don't have to take it. However, I don't think you'll want to be so pent up. There are many sharks who like to take control that fire of yours."

"Control me? Fat chance, I'm a top. Im not one to ache in the knees like these other pups."

"Oh yeah? Well then.." The guy pressed closer "show me."

"Alright, I will!"

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A couple of minutes later, Bailey and his acquaintance made their way to the back room of the hotel. Stopping at a changing room as the two entered inside. Switching the lock to occupied to stray away any lookers.

"Argh!" The guy huffed, tossed over to the cushioned sofa as Bailey approached. "So strong."

"So you want me to show you what I can do? Then I hope that ass of yours is ready to use crutches" stepping forward, Bailey unfastened his pants hastenly as he threw his belt to the side. Throwing down his pants before aligning his cock forward. Ripping of theirs as he hoisted his jeans down to his ankles. But felt a little dizzy as he as he held his head in comfort. "Rrrngh.."

"Something the matter? Don't tell me your getting cold feet."

"Like hell I am!" Bailey barked, grabbing onto their thighs before gripping along his asscheeks. Spreading them to reveal his anus in the center. Sticking his ccok head against it as it pressed firmly into the orifice. Inserting it. He began to slowly gring into His waist. Sinking his cock into his hole as it began to widen. Letting it loosen a bit more before he pulled the shaft up to the tip. "You're gonna regret getting me pumped up. You-" As Bailey was about to speak, a pulse moved through his body as his body raced to the floor. The world around zooming upwards before being overshadowed by misty skin. "What the-" he muffled, beginning to fight against it as it hugged at his sides. The blubbery flesh smothering his words before the mounds squeezed together.

"Well that was easy, took a little bit longer than expected though.." the guy announced, feeling Bailey rub between lower part of his asscheeks. Getting up, he dusted himself off before stood up from the sofa.

"Mmm..mmph!" Bailey muffeled more, finally managing to pierce through the thick muscle muscle. "Gah-hah! What's going on. Why am I small!" He yelled, Struggling between the mounds as they bounce back from from his pushes. The earthy scent filling his nose as the hole underneath puckered at his feet. But was shocked when a pair of hands reached down from the sides of the giant ass. Prying them apart as he landed ontop of the sofa. Looking up to the half naked dude as he turned around to see him. " Wait a second..That drink you gave me..you drugged me!"

"I wouldn't exactly call it a drug..more of a potion."

"Potion?!"

"Now that the pleasantries are out the window, allow me to inteoduce myself. My name is Carlton, Dr. Carlton if you will. A scientist with a knack of messing with sizes. A pleasure to meet you."

"You're a scientist that messes with other people's sizes. You're sick in the head-grck!" A thumb pressed down on Bailey as it mushed him into the cushion.

"Mad, not sick. Not that it matters at this point. All of my greatest works are admired one way or another. As will you too after you partake in a few tests."

"Tests?" Bailey asked him, but received no response before a hand came down toward him. With little time to escape, he was hoisted up into a pinch as Carlton brought him to his waist. His free hand at his cock as he peeled back his foreskin. "hey! Hey! I didn't agree to be-mph!" Thrusted forward, his words were cut off as flesh raced towards him, the loose skin overlapping his body as he plunged into its embrace. Bumping into the pocket below, his face was smothered in sweat built up along the loose skin. Fingers beginning to prod at his legs to burrow him deep, the flap closing over his feet as the cockhead against him sealed his way out. His kicks knocking into the backside of the head to get free. But were blocked and absorbed into its fluffy sides.

"They always seem to try to have a say in the matter. But doesn't matter once I got them." Carlton finally spoke, poking at the bulge underneath his foreskin watching it wobble in place before a lump stretched out from it. Putting his cock back into his underwear as he put back on his pants. Making his way out the change room before heading out to his car. A little sway added to his step with the additional company stashed underneath.

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Making his way home, Carlton went into his room as he shut the door behind him. Pulling ooen a panel behind the door as he stepped inside. Leading him into a wide room, materials would be all over the place. Chemicals sat at the top of the shelf, some bubbling as fire torched into the flask. A computer resting along the table as it awaited to be used. But received no attention as Carlton walked towards the mats off in the distance. Drawing out his cock as he let his length droop off his pants.

"Grghgrgh! Mph! Mph!" Bailey's muffled voice echoed from within. The bulge bouncing up and around the skin as he felt a slight punch absorb into it.

"Calm down, calm down" Carlton said, unable to help himself from giggling from Bailey's efforts. Massaging over the lump to stimulate the flesh more. Beginning to grind the hood over his cockhead, before peeling it back slowly behind it. Stopping over the lump when arms emerged out from it. Slapping against tip as Bailey struggled to get free. "Hm hm" Carlton chuckled, rolling the foreskin back more to reveal the flesh inside.

"Mmph..nnn!..Gah" Bailey gasped, his head popping out from underneath the skin. His arms pushing at it to let the rest of him out. Plopping to the ground of the mat as he landed with a wet splat.

"Welcome to my lab my honorary lab rat. Make yourself at home."

"It's Bailey you jerk!" Bailey scorned, getting up from the damp spot on the floor. But struggled as the sticky surface from the foreskin stuck to him.

"Bailey.. right. Well Bailey, I hope you are ready for the test I have in stored. Your gonna be front and center for it all."

"Like hell I will! You tricked me into doing your sick offer, then you kinapped me, and now you want me to participate in your tests. No thank you!"

"Oh come now, I'm sure it wasn't that bad. You wanted to prove you're the top dog right? Well, you had your chance, but I wasn't quite convinced otherwise. Even before the shrinking. Besides, you look way more cuter than you were before. Like a new born ken doll brought to life." Carlton said.

Upon the response, Bailey foimd himself begin to fluster. His face becoming red as he quickly looked away. "I-I..I am not cute!"

"Sure you are.."Carlton added, taking off his shoes as he tossed them to the side. Leaving his socks on before stepping onto the mat. "but alas, I suppose all that barking you did before was all a bluff. Like rest of the littles puppies right?"

"You lousy-..No! Its not a bluff" Bailey retorted, stepping closer to Carlton as he stopped at his feet. "I am a top and nothing will change that! And if I have to have to get through you to get it, then I will!"

"Will you now? Is that a challenge?"

"You bet it is!"

"Heh." Lifting his foot, Carlton stepped over Bailey. Watching him wince down below before he moved further down the mat. Heading towards the far wall as he held onto a lever. "Alright Bailey, I'll bite." He agreed, flipping the lever as the room began to change. The walls spreading further apart as the mat began to extend. Traveling down the room as the equipment collected themselves into the walls. Stretching to the entrance ahead as a line drew over the floor.

"What the?" Bailey puzzled.

"Let's test that bite of yours top dog. If you can get across this mat and reach the door without me stomping you, I'll consider changing you back. But if I catch you.." He clicked on a button, a ray rising up from the table behind him. "Then I'm shrinking you more and will continue my tests. Do we have a deal?"

Bailey was hesitant as he looked at the ray. Choking on his words before he finally gave his answer. "Deal!"

"Then it's settled then.." Carlton stepped forward, raising his foot towards Bailey. "Let me be the first to start us off!"

"Ah crap!" Bailey yelled, leaping out the way before the foot crashed down. The mat turning from the impact as the wind carried him to the side. "That..was close." Bailey blurted to himself. But forced himself to focus as another foot lunged towards him. Instinctively rolling out the way as the heavy thud echoed next to him.

"Almost had you that time, you really are a nimble fellow." Carlton commented, raising his foot into the air. "But don't think I'll take it easy on you because of it!"

Bailey started to run as the foot crashed down. Hearing its boom echo behind him as he raced down the mat. Gazing at the door as the exit sign hovered above it. It seemed so far the path along the mat stretched out, But he had to make it there if he wanted to have his size back. Clenching his fists, he motivated himself to run faster. His feet kicking with all their might as they carried him along. But a foot cut their motion as a socked foot crashed in front of him. bumping into its side as he Looked up the leg to see another foot race toward him.

"Incoming!"

"Gah!" Bailey yelled again, hopping over the top of foot as he jumped a few inches ahead. The loud crash piercing the silence as he landed back on the mat. But couldn't catch his breath before he proceeded to waddle forward. The sounds of loud stomps echoing behind him. The line just within sight as he kicked his tired legs faster. "Almost there, almost there!"

"Wow you're quick one.." Carlton's voice boomed. A shadow casting overhead as he jumped ahead of Bailey. Crashing down in front of him before turning quickly. Lifting his foot up like a panel as he waited for him.

"No no no!" Bailey cursed, his feet tripping over themselves as he toppled forward. The foot in front of him lifting up higher as he planted against the heel. Bouncing to the floor as he laid there dazed. But refocused as the foot began to lower.

"Game." Carlton became to say, beginning to lower his foot.

"No."

"Set."

"No no no!"

**Thud** the foot came down as Bailey started to run. Fumbling to get up to his legs before the toes arched overhead. "Match." Carlton finally finished. Placing weight on his foot, he leaned into his knee. Looking at the flailing arms sticking out from underneath the fabric. "Ooh so close Bailey, you almost had it for a second there."

"Bastard..you cheated. Your size is bigger than me.."

"And yet, you still decided to challenge me." Carlton responded. ""And lost. Which means" He lifted his foot up a bit before pressing a button. The ray beginning to spark as its nozzle extended towards them. Lowering as it aimed at Bailey underneath. "Time to collect that size of yours."

"Wait! No, No noo!"

**zap!**

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After being shrunk down, Carlton continued with the rest of his tests he had planned for Bailey. Sitting along the couch as he watched Tv, a couple of fruit snacks in a bowl next to him. A string laced to the side of it, Bailey was tied on the other end. Pouting in his shrunken state as he gazed at the window. Stressed at the new size he missed seeing the clear sky outdoors. But even that was taken away as the wooden edge blocked his view. But looked back when a tug came along the string.

"Hey little bud, it's snack time again" Carlton announced. Bailey shuttering at his words before he turned toward the bowl. Picking one as he slumped his way towards the side of the couch. Carlton leaning down next to it as he smiled at Bailey.

"Aaah" he opened his mouth as he laid his tongue out like a welcome mat.

Bailey shuttered again the maw that aimed toward him. The hot breath washing over him as the old snacks he ate still remained. Making him fan at the air to comfort his nose.

"Coma un!" Carlton teased, flicking his tongue out to Bailey.

"Nrrgh." Bailey groaned, tossing the fruit snack onto the tongue. Its surface quickly coated with saliva left on it before it was flicked towards his gullet. The back of the tongue lifting up as the fruit snack disappeared. A light gulp signaling its descent before the tongue lowered down. A satisfying sigh coming from Carlton as his breath washed over him again.

Bailey fanned the air to comfort his nose again, but wasn't able to ease it before the mouth opened again.

"Another one" Carlton said. Bailey proceeding to get another as he held in his arms, tossing it inside as it bounced on the tongue. But muscle would lay flat as the fruit snack rolled back out. Landing at his feet before it retracted. "Uh-uh, no tossing. I want you to put it inside." Carlton said.

Bailey was confounded as he looked up at the giant scientist, looking at the fruit snack before he looked at his mouth. The throat dancing from its entrance as the uvula above swayed in place. "There is no way im doing that!" He thought himself. Taking a step back, but was pushed forward when a hand reached behind him.

"Now now, don't get cold feet. You're way too adorable just stand there like a deer in headlights. Buut if you want a little nudge.." carlton pushed his hand closer "I'm much more happy to-"

Bailey fanned at the hand behind him, swatting at the thick digits before moving ahead.

"hehe, alright then top dog.." Carlton replied, opening his mouth once more as he flicked the tip of his tongue imward. "Ruh hea" he pointed a finger inside.

Bailey wimced again as the maw opened toward him, but forced himself to shake it off as he carried the fruit snack in his hand. Moving closer to Carlton, he stepped upon the tongue. His body quaking from its sponge like surface as he tried to get his balance But they seemed to not register as each step slipped off the tongue. Tripping him as he landed along its center. The bit sized gummy landing in front of him as it rolled down the fold.

"A lita ma!" Carlton jumbled through his words, waving his tongue around to motivate the shrunken tiny. Bailey finally managing to get up when he grabbed one of his molars. Hoisting himself up into the mouth. Picking up the fruit snack, but didn't like holding it as its sides were drenched in drool. Making him hurry faster as he waddled up the tongue's length. Leaning over the fleshy hill as the throat gaped open. The muscle clenching with anticipation as it awaited its treat. Then, with a final push, Bailey through the treat into the tube. The back of the tongue rising over his hand before the rest of the tongue pushed him into the cieling. The mouth soon closing as Carlton began to move from the outside.

"Mmm-mmm" Carlton hummed to himself. Swallowing the fruit snack he was fed, but kept his tongue in place as he pinned Bailey inside. Folding the sides around him like a taco as he pounded at its sides. Turning off the Tv, he sat along the couch for a bit and toyed with him. Curling his tongue around before letting up the pressure. Pushing him along the side of the mouth and glossed Bailey onto his right cheek. Pressing him into the fleshy pocket before moving him over to the other. It was like rubbing around a sucker the more he thought about it. Sucking the air inside with a swift inhale. Letting the drool inside inside mix with Bailey before draining it into his cavern. He enjoyed the action, pressing softly at the bulge in his cheek as it pressed back. Bit soon drew his attention towards the door when it opened suddenly.

"Aaaa!" A yawn pierced the room. A broad figure coming from behind the door, stretching between the frames. "Is it the afternoon already? Hardly thought I'd wake up so soon." He said, making his way into the rest of the room. Stopping near the couch as Carlton sat at the far end. "Was wondering where you ran off too Carlton. Fishing for studs again?"

"Mor o les Terry.." Carltin replied, continuing to swish his tongue around. A kick soon extending out from the cheek.

"More of less huh? And what's that in your mouth?"

Carlton tilted his head up a bit before he opened his lips. Lifting his head up to the light above as it shined inside his clear white teeth that glistened in place. And in the center, Bailey as he was entangled underneath the sides of the tongue. But just as he fumbled to get to his knees, Carlton closed his mouth shortly after.

"I see, you went to the bar again." Terry said, shaking his head as he approached. "Wasn't that last one enough for you? Barley had enough time to play with them before you lost them."

Carlton swirled his mouth around as he adjusted himself along the couch. Holding his hand out in front of him before he spat out Bailey. "It wasn't that long. I just needed a little more time with them. It's not my fault that window was open now was it Mr. spring cleaner?"

"I'll spring clean your ass if you test me"

"Oh ho, will you now? With a lip like that you just might end up as my lab rat" Carlton responded, but was caught off guard when. They Jumped ontop of him.

"And if I do, im gonna make sure to blow you til the cows come home" he responded. The two of the looked at each other for a split moment as they gazed into each others eyes. But soon turned into a light kiss as the two locked their lips gently.

"God I love it when you say that" he said.

"You and me both ya stud" Carlton replied.

"So who's the squirt?" they replied.

"A little pick up I ran into on the way out the bar. Guy seemed pretty cute enough on the outside, so I decided to take them with me."

"Heh, you and your selected favorites. They're not teddy bears"

"True, but they sure act like one" Carlton responded. Holding up Bailey as he struggled in his palm. Rolling him down to his fingers before he dangled in mid air. "Besides, you think of them as side toys to get you off."

"Because they are. And they get you hard too"

"Pff, no they don't"

"Uh-huh. Well then how about I prove it to you, the one who blows first gets to cook breakfast."

"Breakfast? You cooking? Hah, now that I would love to see. Alright you're on!" Cartlon responded, the two of them making their way to the couch. Sitting down next to each as they pulled down their pants. Exposing their thick bulges, they each flexed with anticipation. Carlton soon holding up Bailey as he presented him to his boyfriend. "You're gonna have a part in our fun too bud." He announced. Holding him between the two of them.

Bailey fanned at the air as he yelled at the top of his lungs. Refusing to partake in their little activity as he flailed around. But his voice only came as squeaks to the two giants.

"Well he's certainly a fiesty one, I like that."

"you'll find he's got quite the kick. Now let's get down to the rules. We have a timer here that'll count how long it takes for one of us to get hard. The one with highest time, shall be the winner. Deal?"

"It's a deal. A feasible feat to say the least. Heh, for me." Terry said proudly.

"Well then hot stuff, you'll go first"

"Gladly" Terry said, plucking Bailey from his hands into his. Lowering him down to his crotch, he opened the waistband out a bit past his inner thigh. Letting his cock breath for a moment before hovering Bailey above it.

Bailey couldn't help but flail more in disagreement. Yelling at the tip of his lungs for their attention. Hoping they would reconsider as he caught a glimpse of the glistening skin down below him. But he received no response before the fingers around him dropped him inside. The waist band racing back to Terry as it snapped back in place. The fabric surrounding it wrapped back over his thick arch of the bulge inside. Bailey's outline on top of it as he spread eagled along the length of his shaft.

As his underwear snapped in place, Terry crossed his arms together. Letting his bulge do the work, he let it flex slowly on its own. Feeling Bailey wiggled around inside as the lump lifted into the fabric. "See? Nothing to it." He said proudly.

"Just wait til the time starts" Carlton replied, pressing the button on his phone. The time beginning to race as it began to climb. "And further more, just having him on your cock is child's play of pleasure. How about you put your money where your mouth is" Leaning down on Terry's hips, he grabbed at his crotch with his whole hand. Scrunching and turning it in place to soften up the surface. Moving Bailey along with it as he moved his fingers along his lump. Rotating around the shaft before pressing it into a pocket. Finishing, he retracted his hand, looking at the crotch for any sign of the little guy. But found nothing but light shift beneath the roundness of his balls. "There."

"Nnng! Alright..you called my bluff there" Terry admitted.

"Can't let you weasel out this bet." Carlton taunted, letting the timer tick away as he observed his boyfriend's process.

Meanwhile, Bailey would be in complete disarray within the confines of his prison. Skin pressed everywhere around him as its warm surface stick and peeled of of his body. The thick muscle of the cock at the top of his head, as it laid its weight into him. And the bulky balls beneath his feet, cushioning against him as they disrupted his balance along them. Refusing to give room as they shifting and morphed around his body. the two mushing together as Bailey wrestled with bits of pubic hairs that wrapped along his legs. "How is it that I'm the one to get into these scenarios!" Bailey cursed, Streching into the crotch to ease his legs. But was forced to crouch back as the weight increased. A grunt echoing from the outside, but couldn't see much past the dark fabric. "dang it, let me out already!" He yelled again, pushing into the cock once more to get there attention.

"Mmm..little guy's really putting some effort. Not bad." Terry respomded, watching below as bulges danced around his crotch. His cock beginning to stiffen as its outline slowly began to grow

"look's like its not the only thing putting in work. Is that pre I see?" Carlton pointed out to his underwear. A light wet stain trailing along the tip. "Time up!" He happily announced.

"What? No fair! We didn't say anything about signs!"

"The key word was "get hard". That means anything goes. But hey, you lasted 10 seconds at least. Congrats." Carlton teased, sticking his tongue out for a momemt, but stopped when Terry tackled into him.

"Is that so? Well then how about we even the playing field..." Terry announed.

There was bits of shuffling going on along the outside. The bulge beginning toss and turn, the cock above turning over to the left of Bailey's body. The balls moving themselves out from underneath as he backward into the cock underbelly. The pressure beginning to increase, and the space within becoming more cramped. Bailey wasn't having it, continuing to bat around at the walls.

The air inside getting musky as it made him and the skin around more humid. "Come on...let me out!" He yelled. Now resulting into bucking into the shaft. But only made it slouch more as it laid across his shoulder. The heavy pulse booming into his ear as its flexes pushed the side into his head. But just as he was about to hit it again, the fabric above opened.

Lowering down the cock like a curtain as the shaft sprang out from underneath. Bailey along with it as they landed against Terry's palm. "Ah..finally" He stressfully sighed, but soon widened his eyes as Carlton's crack presented himself to him. The smooth mounds jiggled to an abrupt halt before they started to lean back "oh no, oh no no no!" he started to panic. Beginning to wiggle around underneath the cock to get himself. Pushing against the foreskin that drooped over it as his hands slipped in and over surface. But to no avail.

"Hey, save that energy" Terry said. Clenching his fist around his cock to Correct. But he still kept going as his arms pounded at the cockhead. Stimulating the organ as it slowly began to grow. "Fine.." He finally conceded, pinching at Bailey's sides, lifting him up to the front of his cock.

Aligning him near the slit before proceeding push him into the lips. but were halted as the little guy held against the rim of the hole. Refusing to go inside as the slit pouted between his hands. But wasn't long before he gave way, stuffing Bailey's torso deep inside the hole. Leaving only his legs sticking out as he placed a thumb over him. "Its already hard as it to contain your wiggling, but I suppose that will do." He replied, corkscrewing his waist behind the lips to secure him.

"Sounds like my lab rat's giving you trouble." Carlton responded.

"And you're in even more trouble than he is.." He remarked, but grinned as he gripped at his cheeks. Prying them apart to reveal his tight hole in the middle"But don't worry, I'll fix that.."

"Ah great" Bailey cursed. "This is the last place I wanted to be! Grch..it's so sticky in here!" He pushed into the tube's walls to push himself out of the lips embrace, his hips bucking against as the lips to set him free. but to no avail, the slit held a tight grip on him. Clenching firmly as he slip deeper. The orifice puckering around his waist as it held him in place. He pounded at the walls to get Terry to release him. Listening to the Sound of them chatting behind the thick walls and churns that echoed from it. But vanished, the area soom beginning to move. Feeling pressure at his feet as he felt the lips tighten up to his ankles. Grinding soon filling the void as Terry began to grunt.

Outside, Terry commenced with his payback as he placed his cock inside Carlton. Lodging his shaft all the way to the base, he slowly began to move his hips in place. His light stride turning into a fast pace as his hips connected with his. "I hope you're ready." He said intimately, thrusting into him as he held his hands at his cheeks.

"Oh noo, Im starting to feel like I'm going to regret what I did" Carlton said playfully, leaning down along the couch as Terry pounded at his ass. A hand on his cheek as he focused on the feeling.

"We'll see if that mood changes when I fill you up" Terry retorted, grinding his body faster as his hips bounced against his rear. His body getting warm as his cock began to stiffen.

As the tension increased, Bailey was having trouble getting his balance. The grinds around him rocking his body up and down the tube. Dunking him into the pre that spilt inside as he became coated in its substance. "Peh!..mm..peh! God that's salty!" He pushed into the walls, spreading them with his hands as spat out droplets that touched his lips. But only barely before the walls began to harden. Forcing his hand to squish into him. The heat beginning to warm the shaft as the walls contracted closer. Hugging into his sides as their heavy pulse echoed into his ears once more. "Ah..come on" he gritted from his teeth. Prying at the walls with little space he had, but went nowhere as his hands slipped against the coated walls. Tucking against them as he was sandwiched between the walls. Forced to wriggle around as the pre began to collect inside the tube.

"mmm..it's getting a little loose back there" Carlton groaned, feeling Terry's cock slip in and out of his chamber. His hole wrapping the ring around his cock before widening out for the rest of its length.

"Good, because I'm hot and ready. And this little guy's making me harder" Terry grunted, feeling his shaft begin to swell as the fluid began to race. Bailey sinking deeper as his cock grew more tighter. Bucking his hips forward he locked hips with Carlton as his humps increased. Its light claps beginning to echo in the room as two got closer

As the grinding got faster, the walls contracted more as cum began to fillinto the urethra. Covering over Bailey's hands, it lubricated his hold on the walls as he started to slip up tube. The cum turning into wads as the sphincter above grew closer. "Grrgh! I don't know how much of this I can take!" Bailey gritted, holding on as best he could. the sphincter clenching and spilling more cum out from its lips. Refusing to find out what lied beyond it as he as he arched his fingers into between the tight folds of flesh. Receiving a moan from the outside before the walls drew him closer, the sphincter ahead now nipping at his hair. "I can't..hold on!" He struggled, doing his best to hold onto his grip. But grew tired, his limbs failing him as his energy loosened. Letting him slip deeper into the tube, the pucker beginning to gape to enter him inside. "No..No!" Bailey gritted, making eye contact with the sphincter. Watching his body inch closer as the hole blew salty air into his nostrils. Beginning to crown around his face as more cum expunged out from its depths. Pouring heavily into him as a puddle captivated over him. Climbing up his body as he was submerged in the seed. Forced to hold his breath, he was afraid he would as swam around. The walls keeping still despite his struggles, but soon found himself carried up the tube as they suddenly clenched. Racing towards the opening, the pink walls were replaced with white fluid. Carried off by the cum, Bailey fainted as its substance washed over him.

"Aaaah" The loud moan echoed in his ears, darkness soon taking over as his body disappeared.

**********************************************

Several hours have passed since Bailey blacked out. The image of Tim's cock still filling his mind as he patted away the walls. But seemed relentless as they went nowhere. "Mmm..nnn" As the walls continued to raced, he noticed them starting to fade into darkness. Patting at them once more, but the texture felt different. It was soft, warm even. And..fluffy? Coming to, he was snapped back to reality as he arched himself up. "Gah!" He gasped, wakening up from his slumber. Finding himself laying on a soft bed, the sound of sizzling lingering off in the distance. "Was that a..dream?" He muttered to himself, having a slight headache as he held a hand to his forehead. But looked up when a shadow shifted overhead. Carlton hovering above as he gazed at Bailey.

"Well well, look who's finally up." He announced. "Did you sleep well?" He asked Bailey, still groggy as he sat up in his bed.

"Thought we lost you in there. Would have been ashame if we lost another one" Terry responded. Grabbing his plate of eggs and bacon before he sat at the table. "Bottom here really wanted you inside him. I guess you twohave that in common.

"Oh come on, I wanted to see what his limit was. Besides, it seems you enjoyed it most than I did. Releasing your load into me and all."

"Serves you right for testing me.."Terry responded. Spooning in a couple of eggs into his mouth.

"Rrr...I don't have the energy to deal with these two right now.." Bailey grumbled. But looked up as Carlton stood closer.

"We still got lots more planned for you later. You left quite the impression on me. So as thanks, I've agreed to keep you for as long as possible. Catch up on a few test I have to run." Carlton said.

"Don't forget your sexual duties. You're not living here for free afterall." Terry chimed in.

"Yes yes, that too. They'll be plenty of time for that. But first.."Cartlon reached into the glass room. Making Bailey wince as he braced himself to be grabbed. But only the sound of clanking greeted him as he looked ahead. A very small plate resting near the bed as it towered a bit. "You need rest and energy before we go again. A lab rat can't function otherwise."

Bailey was confused a bit as he looked at the plate of eggs he was given. Hesitant at first to inch closer to it as he looked cautiously at Carlton. But received a light pat from his finger before the giant figure moved away. Leaving him to observe the plate of food as he inched closer. Taking a piece of the egg as he chewed on the end of it. It was slightly soggy as it was freshly made. Its texture soft and warm, but a little salty along the surface. But despite its salted taste, it seemed rather good as Bailey kept eating. "Hmm..maybe it won't be too bad staying like this.." He muttered to himself. Continuing to eat his food. Looking at the two above as they chatted throughout the day.

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Tianlang-jun dumped Liu Qingge before the Council in a mess of chains with Liu Qingge’s own belt bunched between his teeth. Tianlang-jun wiped away non-existent sweat and grinned brightly at their audience.

“Whew, apologies for the wait, what a nice little pre-coitus workout!”

The Head Demonic Elder banged a python-rhinoceros skull onto the sound block on her podium before Tianlang-jun had even finished speaking.

“The Assertions ceremony regarding Tianlang-jun’s claim to the human realm has begun, the Council is in session. Tianlang-jun, will the sacrifice you’ve brought be invoking its right to protestation today?”

“I think not,” Tianlang-jun replied. “Hence the gag—”

Liu Qingge promptly spat the gag out and declared, “go fuck yourself.”

“Oh,” Tianlang-jun said, “I guess he will be.”

“You may deploy the gag,” the Head Demonic Elder sighed, amidst the chorus of much more salacious, much more sinister calls to Bring the gag! Bring the gag! The Head Demonic Elder banged her skull again. “Order in the chamber!”

The same demon clerk they’d seen wheeling in gear before scampered forward with an expandable ring gag, which Tianlang-jun took absently. He eyed Liu Qingge’s mutinous expression and totally did not hold back in the ensuing punch-elbow-leg sweep-wrestling of Liu Qingge to the padded ground.

With their limbs and bodies all entangled, Tianlang-jun used the opportunity to murmur, “what happened to cooperating?”

“I am cooperating,” Liu Qingge growled back. “Stop holding back.”

Tianlang-jun drove a fist into his gut, feeling wounded.

“I’m not holding back.”

“Then you’re a lot weaker than I—argh!”

Shoving the ring gag between Liu Qingge’s teeth with one hand, Tianlang-jun used the other to first widely display Liu Qingge’s dislocated ankle to the Council and then to hide and push it subtly back into place. Liu Qingge, with cold sweat dotting his brow, rolled his eyes but at least opted to play along, going limp from ostensible pain just long enough for Tianlang-jun to strap the gag into place.

“Foolish human,” Tianlang-jun hummed, stroking Liu Qingge’s chin. “I’ll have to take your mouth now.”

“Fuck his throat—”

“Order!” Another bang of the skull. At this rate, Tianlang-jun thought, the Head Demonic Elder would do more banging than he would this afternoon. “The sacrifice’s protestation has been noted in the official records. Tianlang-jun, your rebuttal may begin.”

“Great.” Tianlang-jun got his cock out to rebutt. “May I get a chair—or actually, will you fetch the bean bag chair from the antechamber—”

“Motion denied.” The Head Demonic Elder had her face buried in her claws. “We’re on a time crunch here.”

“How thoughtless of me, my apologies,” Tianlang-jun said, truly sincere as he sat his ass down on the floor. At least it was lined with spider demon silk. He brought Liu Qingge’s head with him and with his attention on the Council, failed to successfully insert his cock into the gag the first time. Liu Qingge growled when Tianlang-jun’s cock nearly got his eye. “Just some kind of cushion then—I have a bad hip, see—”

One of the other Council Elders whipped a seat cushion at him, yelling for Tianlang-jun to get on with it already. Tianlang-jun batted grateful eyelashes at her and stuck the cushion beneath one thigh. The resulting angle nested Liu Qingge’s head in his lap just enough that the Council Elders wouldn’t be able to see just how much of Tianlang-jun’s cock was in Liu Qingge’s mouth.

Liu Qingge frowned up at him and Tianlang-jun wiggled his length in past the gag, beaming.

“Choke on my enormous demon cock, human!”

He gripped at Liu Qingge’s hair, trying to make it look like he was ruthlessly shoving his cock down Liu Qingge’s throat while he was doing no such thing at all. In fact, Liu Qingge was still frowning up at him, displeasure and complaint clear in his eyes and that was just uncalled for, okay? Tianlang-jun even gave his head a little shake, side-to-side, so the Council Elders could at least hear some semblance of wet choking, couldn’t you be a little more cooperative Peak Lord Liu and slather just a bit more saliva on the inside of your m—

Liu Qingge muttered something undoubtedly rude and promptly buried his face in Tianlang-jun’s lap. As a physical matter of property, Tianlang-jun’s cock slid all the way down his throat.

Liu Qingge made one choking noise, and then went completely quiet and lax.

Mouth dropping open, Tianlang-jun stared down at the human deep-throating him. He stared long enough for one of the Council Elders to start grumbling, and then for Liu Qingge to lift one critical eyebrow.

Then he finally gave Liu Qingge’s head one disbelieving, incredulous bounce on his cock. No choking. Another bounce. Still no choking.

“Will you be fucking the human’s throat or what—”

Tianlang-jun hauled both himself and Liu Qingge to their feet, sticking two fingers unceremoniously past the gag.

“What happened to your gag reflex?” Tianlang-jun asked as he dug around, eyebrows near his hairline. “What did you do?”

Liu Qingge seemed like he was not only permitting Tianlang-jun to dig around his throat, but even opening his mouth wider for access. The gleam in his eyes was smug, all, I got rid of it. What, like it’s hard?

Oooh kinktober prompts!! How about public sex with Tianliu? Maybe demon weddings, esp for the emperor, require public consummation. Or it's during the war and LQG gets captured and TLJ has to fuck him to show that they dominate their enemies (if he doesn't do it then his general gets to, and that guy is brutal).

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“Oh totally, yes, I took over,” Tianlang-jun lied. “I took over the human realm completely. Spilled blood, death everywhere, so on. It’s all mine now.”

“Finally,” the Head Demonic Elder sighed in relief, resting her second forehead on her palm. “We’ve kept the Grand Chaos waiting long enough. You’ll have an appropriate representative from the human realm ready for consummation and sacrifice then?”

“Right, right of course. What time is the Council available for that again?”

“Our agreement was for one shichen from now, I believe.”

“Brilliant. How masterfully efficient of the Council. And certainly, my human will be ready. In one shichen. And just to confirm, our agreement is that all realms under demonic dominion will be spared by the Grand Chaos That Swallows Everything, correct?”

“Spared?!” a Council Elder spat. “The Grand Chaos does no sparing, no realm will be spared—”

“Pardon my misspeak!” Tianlang-jun laughed very loudly. “Look at that, I’ve been mercilessly slaughtering so many humans that I’ve picked up their speaking habits, spare me spare me, ha! Haha! What I mean to say is, the Grand Chaos has accepted that the demonic dominions are our farmlands and pastures, so will not devour them in its wake, yes?”

“That is correct, yes,” the Head Demonic Elder confirmed, sounding about a thousand years older than her millennia.

“Farmlands and pastures and brothels,” another Council Elder leered to the hoots and nasty chortling of the rest.

“Yes, with the sex slaves,” Tianlang-jun said agreeably, pouring that Council Elder a fresh drink. “We sure love our sex slaves.”

“Great.” Standing up, the Head Demonic Elder snapped all of her knees straight in clear eagerness to get out of the tedious meeting. “Council adjourned then. Tianlang-jun, your personal claim to the human realm has been accepted pending clearance after the Assertions ritual. Council will reconvene in one shichen to oversee said ritual and bloodwork.”

“This Lord humbly thanks the Council for all your hard work! See you all very soon.”

//

“Bring your wife!”

“She’s pregnant,” Tianglang-jun gasped, affronted.

“I’m pregnant,” Su Xiyan confirmed, soothing a hand over her very flat stomach. “My doctor said that getting railed and bled on an altar isn’t good for the baby.”

“Come on Peak Lord Liu,” Tianlang-jun cajoled. “You’re the first human I thought of besides my wife.”

“And you’re the one most likely to survive,” Su Xiyan pointed out.

“I said no!”

“Fine,” Shen Qingqiu sighed, voice tight and exhausted. “I’ll do it.”

“Bro—”

“Do not—” He jabbed his fan into Shang Qinghua’s chest with a flash of teeth. “—talk to me right now, this is your fault.”

“He who understands me is Peak Lord Shen,” Tianlang-jun proclaimed with a serious hand over his heart. “For the sake of not only humanity but all its great works of literature, you can sacrifice your virginity to demonic cock in front of a group of perverted—”

The moment Cheng Luan’s edge bit into his neck, Tianlang-jun bit back a smile.

“Peak Lord Liu has something to say?” Su Xiyan murmured in the mild way she did whenever she was about to unleash her most creative hells upon people. If she weren’t really truly pregnant, Tianlang-jun would already be making love to her over the sacrificial altar right now.

“I,” Liu Qingge bit out, all gleaming glares and venom practically dripping off his chin, “will do it.”

Though Peak Lord Liu wasn’t a bad substitute at all.

“Hero,” Tianlang-jun nodded with feeling, “among humankind.”

//

“Peak Lord Liu, I know you have no reason to trust me but I would just like to say—”

“Save it,” Liu Qingge growled. He was shedding all the outer layers of his attire and leaving them in neat, martial piles. Tianlang-jun had the portal to the demon realm ready on the other side of the room whenever. “I already agreed. I’m not going to back out now.”

“Yes, Peak Lord Liu’s integrity is indisputable. Yet I would still like to assure—”

“Are you,” Liu Qingge demanded, “going to go back on your word, let the whatever Chaos thing come, and destroy the home of your wife and future child?”

The blunt question battered its way through Tianlang-jun’s amicable manners and hit upon something a lot more tender and urgent underneath. The polite smile disappeared from his face.

“Of course not.”

“Then we are in agreement.” That tone was probably the closest Liu Qingge got to petty sarcasm. Tianlang-jun examined him, pride a little pricked and interest more than a little piqued by his response.

“I can seriously hurt you once the ritual begins. I can ruin and destroy you.”

Liu Qingge grinned, fierce and lusting for battle, an expression which very many of Tianlang-jun’s organs responded viscerally to.

“You can damn well try.”

“I,” Tianlang-jun murmured faintly, turning to the door, “need to speak with my wife before we leave. Do pardon me, Peak Lord Liu, I’ll just be a moment.”

//

Su Xiyan’s expression was one of cold fury, and for the first time since this whole debacle began, Tianlang-jun felt wrong-footed.

“Furen?”

It was a beat before Su Xiyan could make herself open her mouth to speak, and by then, Tianlang-jun had already lined his tongue with apologies and promises to take her and their future child away to the demon realm, let the Grand Chaos swallow this one, what did he care?

“The sheer lack of consideration langjun has,” Su Xiyan said icily, “telling me this mere moments before leaving. Shall I lie alone in our cold marriage bed and wait for you to be done fucking?”

“No,” Tianlang-jun began, “no of course not, I won’t—”

Then Su Xiyan was shoving him behind a tree and pressing their mouths together. She kissed the same way she took over her sect, consummate, greedy, and sure—and clever with her resources. Tianlang-jun felt her take one of his hands to slip between her robes and when she press it up hard between her thighs he heard—

“Will you play the tyrant then?” The husk of her voice washed into his ear and drowned him instantly, it felt like. She was so turned on and he in turn wanted— “Wrestle the uppity human into submission the way he wants you to?”

He crooked his fingers and worked at her hard. She inhaled on a sharp smile and bit his neck until she drew blood.

“You,” she hissed as she ground down on his hand, “will tell me everything.”

“And bring him back to share,” Tianlang-jun promised in a gasp, because that was his wife’s heat around his fingers, his wife climaxing on his palm. What was the Grand Chaos when everything was so beautifully, lovingly in order here? The Demonic Council and its bunch of buffoons (except the Head Demon Elder, Tianlang-jun was alright with her) could go stick its head even further up its own ass after the ritual; Tianlang-jun would bring Liu Qingge and give them the show of the century.

They would not be touching his humans, not while he was on watch.

“Think of me,” Su Xiyan told him. “The three of us together. How we can have him.”

“How can I say no,” Tianlang-jun murmured, “to an order like that?”

//

“Peak Lord Liu. A word, if you please.”

Su Xiyan blinked back tears demurely, with dignity.

“My husband’s heart is larger than mine,” she announced. “He wants all of humanity saved while I just want my family. Cang Qiong does not need to worry about Huan Hua’s priorities, though surely you won’t deny me my resentment for taking this liberty of my husband.”

“I don’t—” Reeling, Liu Qingge unconsciously closed the collar of his inner robe tighter as he glared at Su Xiyan. “I’m not taking liberties, there are no other options.”

“There are no other options,” Su Xiyan glared right back, anguish swimming in her eyes, “for my husband either.”

Liu Qingge looked briefly stricken, like he hadn’t thought of that possibility.

“You will treat him right, and you will not abandon my husband to the Demonic Council.”

“Of course not!”

“And upon your return, we will talk.”

“Cang Qiong,” Shang Qinghua spoke up with a nervous look at the setting sun, “can prepare compensation.”

“We can,” Shen Qingqiu agreed once Shang Qinghua elbowed him in the side, shooting the increasingly bewildered Liu Qingge a solemn look. “Liu-shidi will personally see to it that Su-zhangmen’s wifely sacrifice is repaid in kind.”

“So will the two of you please kindly go save the world now?”

Liu Qingge was arguing but he wasn’t about to say no, not against all that. And Su Xiyan, in her infinite glory, got to slap Tianlang-jun’s ass on their way out.

//

“You don’t want this.”

They were waiting in the antechamber behind closed doors as the Demonic Council gathered, and Liu Qingge was squinting. Tianlang-jun almost asked how poor his vision was if he couldn’t even tell how eager Tianlang-jun was, but thought about it. On some level, he supposed it was true, that this wasn’t something he sought out. Had he had his way, he and Su Xiyan would be seducing the mean and handsome Cang Qiong Peak Lord together.

“Can we kill the Council?” Liu Qingge wanted to know, and Tianlang-jun laughed.

“As unsavory as their practices are, they are the only thing standing between humans and merciless entropy.”

“And you would truly do this much,” Liu Qingge said flatly, gaze boring into Tianlang-jun over tightly crossed arms, “for all the humans. You could just steal Su Xiyan away.”

“Then who will write and perform all your neat little dramas?” Tianlang-jun replied with a light smile.

Liu Qingge was quiet for a little while. A demonic minion scampered past into the Council Chamber with a cart full of leather and metal restraints, whips and crops and the like. Tianlang-jun held the door open for her.

Then:

“This can be a drama.”

Tianlang-jun stared at Liu Qingge, uncomprehending.

“I’m angry, and I’m no good at acting.” Liu Qingge’s fearsome growling was belied by an uncomfortable squirm as he, Tianlang-jun was realizing, tried to comfort Tianlang-jun about the whole situation. “So you will have to overpower me, but I…won’t make things too difficult for you.”

You can damn well try, Tianlang-jun wanted to badly to say. Instead, he had a warning.

“The Assertions ritual will require you climaxing.” Several times, he did not say. No need to frighten the human off for real.

“Then I’ll do my best to cooperate.” Liu Qingge looked like he wanted to chew the words up and spit them out in pieces rather than speak them, but speak them he did. And if Tianlang-jun knew anything about the Baizhan War God it was that he was a man of his word. “Do what you need to make that happen. And do what you need to finish yourself off as well.”

Though he hadn’t agreed at the time, Liu Qingge seemed to have taken Su Xiyan’s instruction to treat Tianlang-jun right to heart. Tianlang-jun had to stop himself from smiling like a flattered sap.

“I believe we,” Tianlang-jun murmured, holding out a hand just as the Council Chamber opened, “are in agreement.”