#Missy's Dorks

[indulgentdaydream]

Jason Todd x reader where reader and Jason just cuddle in bed and Jason traces her frekles

"So pretty," he mumbles.

You giggle tiredly, already halfway to sleep.

Jason Todd doesn't get to use his hands for gentle things very often in general. But he'd be damned if he wasn't gentle for every second he had with you.

"Makin' shapes?" You peeked one eye open, seeing the admiration in Jason's face as his pointer finger ghosted across your cheeks, moving from freckle to freckle to beauty mark to freckle.

Jason hummed an agreement in response. He trailed his finger over your lips briefly before moving it down to your chin, across your jaw, and down your neck, ending on your shoulder where he started to trace more.

"What kinda shapes?" You asked.

A smirk pulled at Jason's lips, "Sixth dimensional ones."

You faked a gasp, "Six dimensional ones?"

"Yeah."

"What talent you have," You smiled. "It's hot."

Jason snorted, "Why thank you."

[flipjack]

Seven seasons with these goofballs!

[hype-queer-fixated]

starting my big finish journey with michelle gomez (obv) and i just got the missy series cds and was immediately rewarded

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

*clutching face in hands* Vaggie you can't just say "Whatever gets you there, babe" to your girlfriend while smiling like that. you can't do that after encouraging her to lean into being royalty a liiiiiiittle bit and try some aggressive kindness. you can't keep soothing her by touching her face whenever things get socially or emotionally too much and then call her 'missy' while carrying your weepy hell princess off to bed. not the awkward soft shoulder punch and fist pump of encouragement vaggie. it's too sweet. stop being so hopelessly gay and in love with her. Vaggie stop. Vaggie please.

“Well, I mean. You're the princess of Hell.” “So?” “So, you don't really use the power that comes with that- which I love about you, but- maybe you can. I don't know- command a little more... authority~?"

vaggie says, and then proceeds to completely melt every time charlie turns into an energetic dork or sad little princess blob.

[a-clown-with-wings]

can I mwah mwah mwah jinxy boo and missy, perhaps?

You dorks are gonna get me fired-

“Attention all customers of FazCo Entertainment!! Please keEP YOUR HANDS OFF THE MERCHANDISE!!! THERE ARE CHILDREN HERE!! WHAT IN HIDS NAME IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE!??!?

Ahem… Also, please know that everyone will receive one free small soda for Valentines Day!! Hurray, strawberry!!!

(Freddy, please stop “eating” the pizza. Parts and Services is fed up with you. The children can eat on their own.)

Thank you and have a Faz-errific day!

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

redemption : casual l Marcus Moreno

❤️‍ broken hearts seek redemption ❤️‍

Summary:  you misread his signals

Warnings:  one guy who has to find his courage; one mother who can't stand to look at him anymore; one girl who wanted to protect herself; fluff, Marcus has to get his act together

A/N: sorry for any mistakes. i'm really sorry. I was looking for some free time between other activities

your feedback is very important to me and I thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. 🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

first part is here >>casual<<

a few ways to break a heart [masterlist]

broken hearts seek redemption [masterlist]

"Enough! This is pathetic!"

Marcus looked up from his plate of cold scrambled eggs and his eyes moved at his mother, Anita. The woman was staring at him with her hands on her hips, she looked almost the same as when he was a kid and did something wrong.

He cleared his throat. "Is something wrong?" he asked.

"You! There's something wrong with you!" she replied in a raised voice. "I've been talking to you for fifteen minutes and you're unconscious."

"Sorry, Mom. I'm tired after yesterday's banquet." he mumbled, taking a sip of his now cold coffee.

"Oh, yes!" Anita shook her head. "I think you're more tired from staring at that poor girl all night."

Marcus' eyes widened and he shifted uncomfortably in his chair.

"I don't know what you're talking about." he stammered out confused.

"You looked at that girl like she was an abandoned puppy! Please, mijo! I've known you long enough to know you've fallen head over heels for her!"

He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, this banquet was torture for Marcus. For the past few weeks, every time he met you, in the hallway or in the cafeteria, it gave him heart palpitations. The worst thing was that he only talked to you about work, nothing else was out of the question.

And at this banquet you looked so beautiful that he couldn't help himself. He wanted to approach, say something, make some gestures... His mother must have noticed it.

"It's because of her that you've been like this lately, huh?" Anita asked, pushing out a chair and sitting down next to him "I can see that something's bothering you."

He nodded.

"Then why don't you go out with her? Ask her. Staring like that won't do you any good."

Marcus sighed "See, we've been on a date before..." his mother's face lit up in excitement "It was really nice. But... She told me a while ago that she wanted us to go back to just being work colleagues."

"W-What?"

"She said I wasn't ready to move on, and she couldn't just be my friend and..."

Anita's mouth fell open, and her son jumped as she slammed her hand on the table.

"You dork!" This time she slapped him on the shoulder "She's got a crush on you! Women don't say things like that without a reason!"

Now Marcus looked at her in surprise. "But she ignored my messages... She told me that, and now she doesn't even talk to me like she used to. Maybe she was right..."

Anita leaned back in her chair and rolled her eyes, mumbling something to herself. Then she made a quick sign of the cross with her hand and looked at her son, trying to stay calm.

"I saw how you looked at her, and she glanced your way too..." Marcus raised his head immediately "If you weren't ready you wouldn't be sitting here in such a pathetic state now. Please, mijo. Do something about it!" she grabbed his forearm and squeezed tightly "If this girl makes you happy, give it a chance. You've been devoting yourself to Missy and your work for so long, take care of yourself and your own happiness too."

"But what if she doesn't want me? What if you're wrong?" he asked, although deep down he was begging for what his mother was saying to be true.

"She'll tell you that. But you have to talk to her. You're fighting all these enemies, and you're afraid to talk to the girl you like? Please..."

The light in your window has been on for a while now. Marcus could see it clearly from where he was standing. His mother's words comforted him. He bought a bouquet of peonies, exchanged his ironed shirt for something more comfortable, and stood in front of your house for almost an hour.

Marcus Moreno could fight a hundred villains, but when he was about to stand in front of you he felt completely defenseless. 

A few deep breaths, he barely lifted his foot from the pavement and was about to take the first step when the phone in his pocket rang. He instinctively glanced at the screen, it was you.

"Hello?" he tried to sound natural, as if his heart hadn't sped up at all.

"Marcus?" he heard a slight worry in your voice, "Is that you standing in front of my house?"

He raised his gaze to your window and saw the outline of a familiar figure. Heat crept up to his neck.

He cleared his throat. "Yeah, it's me."

"Uhm. And why are you doing this?"

Marcus sighed deeply and was still staring at your window, although he couldn't see your face, he asked. "Can I come upstairs?"

The silence on the other side seemed unimaginably long, but when he heard a quiet "Yes." he felt as if he regained his breath.

It was a strange feeling, seeing Marcus in your doorway. He was clutching a bouquet of peonies in his hands, and his brown eyes were staring at you almost pleadingly. 

You didn't even have time to change, still in your comfortable clothes, without make-up, you greeted him at the door.

"Hi." he said quietly.

"Hi, Marcus." you replied, leaning against the door frame. "What brings you here?"

He wanted to say "you." He wanted to say everything that was swirling in his head and chest, but he didn't know where to start. Finally, after a long fight with himself, he stammered quietly.

"Can we talk?"

He deserved it. You didn't want to hurt him, you didn't want to stick a pin in his heart when he looked at you like that, because you felt that he didn't show up without a reason.

Some time had passed since that memorable conversation, and if you felt anger at first, it had already passed. You were tired and... you really missed Marcus. 

Even without taking into account what had happened between you, he was a good friend. You remembered how many times he helped you with the vending machine, how he stood up for you when Miracle Guy teased you, or when he helped you change the tire in your car when it was raining. 

On the other hand, you loved it when he talked about Missy, you helped him with paperwork and you remembered the way he liked his coffee.

Maybe dating didn't work out, but your friendship with Marcus was important to you. But were you able to bury your feelings deep inside?

You opened the door wider and gestured for him to come in.

"This is for you." He said, handing you the bouquet and smiling uncertainly.

"Thank you." You immediately smelled the pleasant scent of flowers and smiled involuntarily. "Would you like something to drink?"

"No, I don't want to bother you." He scratched the back of his neck. "I just wanted..."

You turned around and went into the kitchen to pull out a vase. "I'm still listening to you, Marcus." You said, glancing at him over your shoulder as you poured the water.

"I feel bad about what's going on between us." he began, and a strange shiver ran down your spine. "I mean... I miss you, a lot. I keep thinking about what you told me. If I did something wrong, if I hurt you with something, tell me, please. I want to fix it. I can fix it!"

"Marcus..." you sighed, placing the bouquet on the counter and turning to him. “I miss you too." his eyes sparkled with hope. "I'm not sure though..." you rubbed your temple with your hand.

If this conversation was going to be honest and true, you had to tell him everything. You couldn't move on feeling like you had unresolved issues behind you.

"I heard you talking to Miracle Guy." you said quietly, your gaze fixed on the flowers, because it was easier for you that way. "It was Friday, before all of this... I brought food, I knew you'd be at work longer. You were both talking, and I accidentally overheard it."

Marcus already knew what you were getting at. Miracle Guy implied that you and Marcus were dating, and he just wanted to cut the conversation short. He felt bad about it all, like he had disowned you.

"I don't know why I said that." Marcus replied. "We were so new to all this and I was afraid that maybe I was promising myself too much. Miracle Guy would have spread the word all over the place. I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable. Besides, if you didn't want to see me anymore, no one would have found out about us, right?"

You looked at him in surprise.

"Do you think I could be... ashamed of you? Marcus!" you choked out. "I thought I misinterpreted your signals and..."

"I'm sorry!" Marcus interrupted you abruptly and approached you, taking your hands in his. "I haven't done this in a long time. You're the first woman I've dated in years. I panicked. Because I really like you and... not only that. You're smart and funny, I feel really important around you. You really see me. Not the leader of the Heroics, not a single father, but me. I was afraid that if someone found out about us, this bubble would burst."

Something was tightening in your throat, and your eyes were burning strangely. You didn't expect this.

“Maybe I really misjudged this whole thing,” you replied quietly.

"I'm not surprised you drew such conclusions. I would have thought the same." he sighed. "Maybe if I had more courage..."

"Maybe if I had asked you right away..." you added. "I felt hurt, Marcus. I pushed you away because it seemed the safest. I didn't want to hurt myself any further..."

He nodded. His warm hands let go of yours and he took a few steps back.

"If I could, I would take it all back." he mumbled. "I really liked spending time with you."

"I liked it too."

A small smile crept onto Marcus' lips, as if a fond memory filled his head. But then he remembered his mother and everything they had talked about that morning.

"Give me one more chance." he blurted out and you lifted your head, surprised by his tone. "One chance. Now I'll do it right, like you deserve. I'm ready to move on, but I want to do it with you, please."

"Do you want to..."

“Go on a date with me,” he interrupted you again. “We’ll go to dinner, to a movie, to an amusement park, whatever. But I want to do it with you. Because I care, I really care about you.”

You bit your lip. A strange excitement emanated from Marcus and he slowly infected you with it. Maybe he was right? Maybe it was worth trying again? You weren't risking anything.

You finally nodded. "Okay." Marcus beamed and you smiled back. "I think it's worth a try."

"Maybe..."

The unexpected doorbell made you both jump. You quickly left the kitchen and opened the door for the young pizza delivery guy. After a few seconds, you were alone again.

"I was going to spend tonight with pizza and a movie." You said, smiling shyly at Marcus. "If you didn't have any other plans, maybe you'd like to join?"

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah, really serious." You put the box on the coffee table. "I have wine too, if you want. But if you have to go back..."

He shook his head. "No, Mom stayed with Missy so I could come over." you chuckled. "If you want me to stay..."

"Of course I do." 

Marcus felt like his heart would explode with joy. It wasn't what he expected, but he was grateful that he took the step and showed up at your place. The chance to spend the evening with you, pizza and a movie, was the best thing that had happened to him in a long time.

"But you're still going on a date with me." he said as you settled down next to him with a glass of wine in your hand. "That doesn't count."

"Of course. But what if someone sees us again?"

"Then we'll give them something to gossip about."

You smiled. This guy was worth another chance.

☆☆☆☆☆

Thank you for your time.

[hype-queer-fixated]

What I love is that you can name any character she's ever played and this could be a picture of any of them being an adorable (possibly maniacally evil) dork.

You can take the character out of Michelle Gomez, but you can't take the Michelle Gomez out of the character.

Michelle Gomez

[xxchaosjojoxx]

First love (Penguin x reader)

A/N: I was blushing writing this omg. More love for our penguin boy.

Song name is: First Love by Utada Hikaru. The english lyrics have a slightly different meaning than the japanese version, but I hope you don’t mind.

I was a former Youtaite and every now and then I still sing/cover songs. I’m not good at that but I enjoy singing. If you wanna hear the song the reader sings feel free to listen to my cover or the original song as well. (In the comments)

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You were humming while you cleaned off the tables in the bar you worked at. It was already dark outside and had nothing else to do right now, except waiting for customers. Your boss walked in. “Get ready y/n, pirates docked on our island.” He said and you were ready to greet them and serve them whatever drink they wanted. You weren’t afraid at all, you knew a lot of pirates, since you worked as a waitress. No one hurt you or was inappropriate towards you. Even if they were, your boss would kick their asses. You heard a lot of footsteps and you turned around, ready to greet them, but you froze. There were two men in front of you. Laughing at each other's stories. They wore hats. You could only look at that Penguin hat. “No way.” you whispered. They looked at you shortly, smiling, waving a short “hello” before walking to the end of the bar sitting at a table. The two men didn’t recognize you. Ok to be fair it was 10 years ago. 10 years is a long time though.

You were a waitress in Pleasure Town on swallow island together with Penguin. You worked a few years together. He was cute, funny and overall an adorable dork. You fell in love with him pretty fast. It was hard not to. But sadly, one day, he left with his friends on a submarine. After you read the news about the new pirate crew, named “Heart pirates”, you decided to leave as well. You had the hope to see them again, especially your first love.

You ran around, serving drinks and then you saw them. Bepo and Law. “Shachi and Penguin couldn’t remember me…they forgot about me too. I’m sure of it.” You thought and served them their drinks. A hand grabbed yours and you turned around, looking into Law’s eyes. “So it’s really you, y/n-ya” he said and showed you a small smile. You nodded happily. “So you recognize me?” Bepo nodded while grinning. “I said that you looked like y/n earlier. And I was right. Do you remember us as well?” He asked.

“Of course Bepo. I could never forget my favorite pirates.” You laughed. “We have to catch up soon, but sadly I have to work. Maybe we can chat after my shift?” You asked and Law nodded. “Sure. We will stay til tomorrow. So there is no rush.” He said calmly. You never interacted much with him back in the days, but you remember him being friendly whenever you talked with him.

You rushed over to the bar, refilling some glasses for your guests. “Mind singing us a little song, missy?” your boss asked you. With a grin you accepted his request. “It would be a pleasure. Like always.” Not only were you working as a waitress you were a singer in that bar for a while now as well.

He held a microphone in front of you and you accepted it gladly.

“Hello everyone.” You said and they were turning towards you. You could feel their eyes on you. “If you don’t mind I would sing a few songs for you to entertain your stay. I hope you will like it.” With that, soft music echoed through the bar and was followed by your voice soon after. You had a calm and soft voice. Singing was your passion and you enjoyed it since you were a kid. The pirates were looking at you. Humming as well, smiling or just enjoying the music. You looked at the table where Penguin and Shachi were sitting. They were grinning, singing as well. A smile was on your face.

After your performance you glanced over at Penguin before you walked towards Law with fast steps.

“Law, I have a request.” He was sighing. “Let me guess. You wanna join our crew?”

He looked at me with a stern look on his face. Without avoiding his gaze you nodded and gulped. “I could be your musician...or yor cook. Maybe I can be a log keeper as well. You know I liked those back in the days. Just please let me-” Law interrupted you.

“Ok ok. We will find something for you. Don’t worry. If you are really sure about that, pack your things. We will leave tomorrow morning. If you have a change of heart, stay here.” You nodded happily. “Thank you very much. Don’t tell Pen and Shachi please. They have to remember me on their own, ok?” With that you left the bar. Ready for a new adventure in your life.

The next morning you were standing on the deck of the polar Tang. Law coughed.

“Everyone. This is Y/N. She will be our musician and helps us in the kitchen as well. Give her a hand, if she needs something in the beginning.”

They were all welcoming you with a bright smile.

Penguin and Shachi were approaching you soon. “Hey I am Penguin and this is Shachi. It’s nice meeting you.” He said with a smile on his face. “You seem somewhat familiar. I knew someone with the same name as well.” You giggled. “What a coincidence.” Penguin and you were laughing. Shachi was kinda confused. “Ehm Pen? I guess Y/N is the same Y/N from back home. They look similar.” Shachi said and Pen froze. Looking at you with an intense gaze. “Wait…really?” He asked and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Why didn’t you say so earlier? Like yesterday in the bar?”

You had tears in your eyes from the laughter. “You guys forgot about me. So it was a decision to remember me…or not.”

From this day on, you got closer with your crew, especially Penguin and Shachi. The feelings you harbored back then blossomed again inside your chest. He was still the same cute, funny and dorky guy you remembered. But now he was more mature, and he was more attractive than the last time you saw him. Since the day you left Swallow island, you worked on different original songs and one evening you decided to perform one.

Your crew was sitting on the deck, smiling and waiting for a performance. Even Law was there, standing against the railing. Watching you closely as you stand in front of your new family. “Hey guys. I would love to perform a song for you, I wrote myself. I have never performed it before, but I hope you will like it.”

As soon as the music played, you felt really nervous. It was not just a normal song. It was a song dedicated to your first love. And he was sitting in the front row. Smiling at you, giving you a thumbs up, to cheer you up. You closed your eyes for a short while you started humming and singing the song.

As you sang you were looking directly at Penguin. You couldn’t avoid your gaze and you wouldn’t want it any different. Seeing his expression was the most important thing for you at that moment. Your singing voice was sweet and soft for Penguin and your crewmates. They were smiling at you and dancing a little while they were enjoying your song.

Your eyes were locked on his face. He was still smiling until you sang the refrain. He was confused and felt a little uncomfortable. It was a love song and you looked at him directly.

He gulped and felt a blush on his cheeks. // Maybe she sings it while looking at me, because she feels more comfortable while doing so? I have no idea. Don’t read too much into her actions.//

The past few weeks were fantastic. He found his close friend and had a chance to get to know her better. He enjoyed spending time with you like he did back then. You were cute, had a nice voice and were laughing at his jokes. Penguin has fallen for you slowly. Hearing your voice was magical for him. His thoughts were racing, thinking that you would maybe like him as well. But he knew that this was just a little dumb thing to think about. You were singing about your first love. It couldn’t be him.

After your performance you were shaking and you felt super shy. Bepo, Ikkaku and Shachi jumped up and hugged you tightly, praising you. You still felt nervous. Penguin’s expression changed every now and then. You didn’t know if it was a good thing or not. You went towards the railing, taking a deep breath as you adored the beautiful sight of the sea in front of you. Footsteps came near you. “You were fantastic.” Penguin said and you turned around. Your face was heating up. “T-Thanks”.

There was a silence between you. Penguins' voices filled the void. “You know…singing such a beautiful song with such a powerful message…it felt weird, that you looked at me the whole time… But I guess it wasn’t intentional.”

You studied his face. He was looking away from you, scratching his blushing cheek. You couldn’t help but smile, so you took a step towards him. “Was it?”

He was looking at you again. “Yeah I thought for a moment, that I was your first love back there. Funny thing, right?” He stuttered and felt nervous. There was no way, right?

A smile appears on your beautiful face. “Nah. ‘Was’ is the wrong word. You still are my first love, y’know.”

He froze while his face was now deep red. “W-W-Wait what?” He was confused. Did he hear you correctly? Are you messing with him?

“But how? Why? You never said anything at all.”

You were right in front of him, looking up at him. “What was I supposed to do? The day I was deciding to confess to you, you left with Law, Bepo and Shachi. I couldn’t tell you how I felt, after you said your goodbyes.” His hands found yours. It was a tingly feeling. “I told myself that I would tell you the truth, when I ever get a chance to see you again.”

Penguin was stuttering and his hand was sweating. “B-But a lot of time passed. How can you say that I still am your first love?”

You avoided his gaze while whispering. “You do know what people say right? You never forget your first love. All the feelings I harbor inside me, started to bloom again, as soon as I saw you again in that bar.”

You squeezed his hands as you decided to look him deep into his eyes. “Even if you don’t feel the same way about me. I would love to get a chance to give you the love you deserve, please?” Your smile was too cute for him to handle, so he nodded like a maniac. Leaning in, giving you a chaste kiss on your right cheek. “How could I say no to this and you? You wrote a song about me. I would be an idiot if I would reject you.” He grinned and you were happy that a new chapter in your life will start very soon.

[lousyglitch]

No one asked but here's how I'd bring back Gallifrey, address the timeless child and still keep the thematic relevance of its commentary:

We know nothing about the doctor's original people other that they're near a portal and can regenerate naturally, so keep that. Don't make them a godlike super-dimensional species, just a civilization with a neat biological defense mechanism that lived near some dimensional rift. The doctor isn't some special chosen one, just a curious kid that happened to fall in the lions' den.

Say that at some point the time lords managed to find them and colonized their planet. Maybe that part of their history wasn't in the matrix because it's too secret or whatever. Gallifrey got access to the rift and just ruled over those beings for eons. Over time and with a lot of killing, the planet became mostly populated by descendants of gallifrey who still feel oppressed by the mainland, but also see themselves as superior to the native species.

When gallifrey got wiped out in the time war, maybe one of the things that contributed to their downfall was the fact that they weren't just fighting skaro, they were also fighting multiple colonies that were using the instability of the time war to free themselves from their colonizers. Make it clear that the time lords are just as supremacist as the daleks, they just prefer to conquer and exploit than kill everyone. They don't find the daleks morally disgusting, they find them uncouth. They prefer their sense of superiority coated with opportunistic politeness.

Make the new planet rule most of the universe. They built an empire when gallifrey got wiped out. They're now crossing the rift to expand their empire to our side of the universe. Maybe they got access again when Sutekh was scratching the walls of the time vortex. They're the new villains, and they seem unsurmountable. In case the analogy isn't completely obvious, the time lords are the british monarchy (as always) and the new empire is america.

They seem more modern than the time lords. Their decor isn't as tacky, most of the people living in the main planet don't see them as oppressive or even an empire, but for the natives, and for most of the rest of the universe, it's very obvious. There's a resistance forming inside, a movement by natives and allies to take their, uh, land back, if you will. But the empire dismisses them, and mostly worries about the "real threats" - go wild: Skaro. Mondas with super updated Cybermen that can teleport and shit, the pantheon, hell, whatever the fuck swarm and azure were supposed to be. Make them all fight the empire.

I know, it's not an action show, you can just imply that they're fighting while the doctor monologues through debree or tells us about how the hallways they're reusing for the 400th time are inside a cyber-armada spaceship or something. The important thing is that they all try to fight the empire and fail.

Then you bring back Gallifrey.

The timelords are now back, in an universe that barely remembers them. With no real status or power, desperately clinging to their perceived position through overvaluing ancient rituals and artifacts. A collective ego held together with bloated arbitrary ettiquete. The new empire completely owns these shoulderpadded dorks. They're pathetic and we can all see it. They barely even understand the post-time war, post-flux universe. Everything changed. Political affiliations, cultural norms, even time itself. They're silly little relics, a tourist attraction, clowns in embarrassing robes.

They try to fight the empire and... lose miserably, obviously. Get put in their place. The empire's got tech that can shut down rassilon's stupid glove with a single gesture. So they try to get the doctor to fight for them. Maybe the master / missy tags along. They offer the doctor everything - an army, a bunch of sci-fi weapons, the goddamn moment if you wanna get wild. But timelord tech isn't getting them out of this. Instead, the Doctor goes to the empire's main planet, finds its native people, his people, and helps in the revolution. Ideally he isn't the main star of it or anything, it was happening anyway.

The revolution wins, obviously. They have people inside the empire's ranks, they know their enemies, they were being underestimated in every step, and, you know, they regenerate indefinitely. None of the anti-regeneration techniques work on its originators. They're thoroughly made of life. "If you represent death, then surely I must represent life." They do what no one else in the universe could, and demolish the empire from within. The victory must come from the oppressed, or it's no victory at all.

It's doctor who, so most of that would have be crammed in the finale. A two-parter if we're lucky. But I think it could work. After that you have new story possibilites with the doctor learning more about his people as they rebuild, maybe taking susan! Meanwhile, you got the time lords pulling stupid stunts to regain relevance. Plus, you know, the usual stuff, fighting CG ostriches with blackbeard, uncovering a conspiracy in a reality show in pluto and whatnot.

There! A new dynamic that's not like the last 20 years of modern who and not quite like classic who either. New possibilities for commentary and thematic relevance. Is this me just coping with not having time to write a whole fanfic? absolutely. This ended up like 3x bigger than I expected and I need to work oh god oh no

[preservationofnormalcy]

Hi MISSI! Happy birthday!

Any way we can send you some birthday gifts? I was exploring off the map and found some cool cryptofauna insects, mostly moths, that I took photos of. Real neat iridescent colorations and real weird eyespot patterns, I figured you would appreciate them.

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[countrymusiclover]

32 - Acting like Teenagers

Part 33

Family is more than Blood

@icefrye19 @secretdreamlandmentality

Missy’s pov

A few days later it was finally Friday afternoon when I was waiting outside Mystic falls high school. My sister Alina was there with me. Swinging my legs back and forth sitting on one of the picnic tables I sighed where she finally broke the silence between us. “So why exactly are we outside the human high school waiting for somebody?”

“I’m waiting for Ethan. You can leave if you don’t want to be here.” I told her flipping my hair over my shoulders when I looked her way.

She sends me a half glare, gesturing to her growing belly. “Hey don’t be angry with me. I am very moody right now after this..”

According to our aunt Freya she was getting close to being five months pregnant. She was having to wear some of Jackson’s hoodies since she couldn’t fit into some of her clothes. Thankfully we could compel people not to judge that she was an eighteen year old pregnant girl. “Okay I’m sorry, Lina. I just wanted to feel normal for once given what we’ve been through the past few days.”

“Do you think mom is going to be okay now that her memories are back. I’ve never seen dad worry about the veins on her arms.” She pointed out to me tapping her fingers on her knees.

Shaking my head I wasn’t sure. “Mom’s been through hell and back. If anything she will be able to get through this. They are both tough as nails.”

“I suppose you’re right. We have to get our brave streak from somewhere. Now if you are wanting to do a party I’ll call Lizzie and see if she’s got any ideas.” Alina pulled up her phone texting the blonde Saltzman witch.

Shifting my attention away from her and her texting I saw the main school door get swung open and everyone started rushing outside happy the school day was over now. Scanning the crowd of people I shut my eyes trying to pinpoint his specific heartbeat. “Missy! Hey Alina, what are you guys doing here up here?” Ethan finally noticed us and he ran over smiling at us.

“We didn’t have class today and I couldn’t wait to see you.” I grinned sliding off the picnic table standing in front of him.

He nodded in understanding. “Nice. Who are you texting so much over there, Alina?”

“Our cousin Lizzie. It’s Friday night and we deserve to party tonight.” She responded by throwing her hands up in the air feeling embarrassed when he just stared at her. “I probably look ridiculous right. Pregnant girl wants to get her party on.”

My boyfriend shook his head in disagreement “it’s not lame at all. After getting cut from the football this morning I could use a good distraction.”

“You got cut this morning. I’m sorry I didn’t think that would happen.” I apologize to him remembering the day that he got injured because of Josie.

Alina’s phone vibrates when she reads the text out loud. “Ohhh yes! She said that we could have the party out at the old Lockwood mansion that was given to Mayor Donavan. That way there’s no way our parents or Uncle Ric can ruin our fun.”

“Cool. I’ll call some of my football buddies and see if they want to come hang.” Ethan points his thumb over his shoulder clearly excited.

Clasping my hands together I grinned at my boyfriend where I threw my arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around my waist mirroring the smile. “That sounds fun, E. I’ll text you the address later tonight.”

“I’ll see ya later M & M.” He walked away leaving us alone to watch him go find his other human friends. Wrapping my arms around my chest I smiled knowing that I had made the right decision to have him remember my secret.

My sister broke me from my trance. “I’m glad to see I was right about you two the day we met him. He’s a good little dork for you.”

“He’s not a dork, Lina.” I snapped at her.

She smirked. “Yes he is. He freaking reads comic books and gives you your own unique nickname. What else am I supposed to call that?”

“You still married the only guy you’ve ever known.” I taunted her with a hand on my hip.

My twin sticks her tongue out. “How long are you going to use that against me?”

“Let’s see I am a vampire now so…forever.” I tapped my finger on my chin in thought smirking when I finished my sentence.

She gently shoved me away. “You suck you know that. Just be lucky that I love you. Now we have a party to plan.” Extending my hand out to her she loops her hand with mine where I vamped us back to the mansion going to get the rest of our friends ready for tonight.

Raelyn’s pov

Sitting at the office desk in one of the mansions studies I sighed heavily running a hand over my forehead feeling completely exhausted. Even though vampires don’t need sleep I still felt tired after the past few days. Flipping through some pages of the book I was reading I heard someone come stand in the doorway. “Raelyn, you’ve been in here for who knows how long. Would you please inform me what you are so preoccupied with?”

“Not at the moment, Nik.” I didn’t lift my gaze up from the book slamming it closed shut with a snap of my fingers. “Grrrr. It shouldn’t be possible. I fixed the problem ages ago. I know it.”

My husband crossed the room leaning his palms on the wooden desk. “Raelyn, what are you rambling on about?”

“I saw my uncle Joshua and he warned me. He warned me that Rapunzel and Charming may have to merge like Jacob and I.” I answered his question by dropping another book on the desk that dealt with the blood relation of the Gemini family tree.

Klaus sat down on the edge of the desk, taking out his phone trying to gain my attention. “Hmm that’s odd. Alina just made a large charge on my credit card.”

“Yeah I heard her tell Hope about having a party at the old Lockwood house later tonight.” I replied, racking a hand through my loose hair.

Klaus sent me a half glare. “You’re telling me you knew about this and you did nothing to stop them. That doesn’t sound like you.”

“They're grown adults. I am currently trying to save our young twins even though I am certain that the blood spill I used years ago was supposed to protect any set of twins from our blood from merging. The only ones not spared were Lizzie and Josie.” Hitting my fists on the desk my sleeves had fallen down giving my husband the opportunity to see that the black veins were still there meaning I hadn't placed the Hollow's magic back into the white oak.

Klaus reached across the table snagging my wrist in his grasp. “Rae, look at me for a second.”

“Hmmm.” I made a noise lifting my gaze up to his blue orbs.

He replied to me. “I say we go out tonight. You and I. Crash our teenagers party. Take some alcohol and maybe sample some fresh blood.”

“They're kids. We can’t crash a party.” I told him, shaking my head. “Besides, we have to watch Henrik, Charming and Rapunzel.”

My husband snapped his fingers. “I already took care of that problem. Anticipating our children I asked Damon and Elena to watch them. Given that your brother and Hayley are out on a date tonight.”

“How the hell did you pull that off? Can they be compelled cause I swear they'd take vervain “ Leaning back in the desk chair I tapped my fingers on the old wood.

Klaus stands in front of me offering his hand to pull me up and out of the chair. “I agreed to pay for their kid’s school bills. But that shouldn’t be for a few years since they are only in elementary school. Now come on Raelyn.”

I changed into some ripped blue jeans, a bright red sleeved top with my hair slightly curled. I paired it with some short black boots. Klaus chose to wear his old gray and black jacket that he wore before we made our home in New Orleans. We walked in hand and hand seeing the mansion filled with teenagers dancing and bumping around drinking. “Remind me again why we came here?”

“Because we deserve a night out on the town. And because I have been morning in pain not having you at my side for days. So I’d like to take the win and spend the night with the woman I love.” Klaus turned to face me cradling my face in his freehand and squeezing our intertwined hands together.

Clicking my tongue I smiled up into his blue orbs. “Aren’t you a romantic, Mr. Hybrid. I only have one warning for you.”

“And what is that, heretic queen?” He asked, leaning down when I raised myself up on my toes.

Hitting my nose with his I giggling pulling my hand out of his. “Be prepared to accept defeat at beer pong.” I vanished into the crowd and the hybrid just chuckled as she left him standing there. For he had missed her very prescience that consumed his very being. And now he wouldn’t miss another moment.

I wasn’t sure how long we had been playing the game. But the kids we were playing with were close to passing out drunk. Raising a glass of wine to my mouth I downed almost half of it. “Alright Nikky, it’s your turn. But there’s only two cups on our side to your.. .five.”

“Don’t think you’ve won just yet.” He warned me by throwing the ball without bouncing it on the table so it landed right in the center cup.

Glaring at him I raised the cup drinking all the bourbon that we had poured into it. Lowering the cup I gagged at the same opportunity to hear cheering coming from the wine cellar in the basement. Pinpointing out our daughter's voices. “I can’t believe our parents are here.”

“Dad, probably saw the credit card charge.” Alina reported scolding her older sister. “Or somebody’s boyfriend blabbed to him.”

Landon nervously chuckles. “Hey has anybody ever done Never have I Ever and Truth or Dare?”

“That sounds like fun.” Ethan chimed in where I finally stopped listening in on their conversation.

Nik came over to me after the teenagers playing with us had left. He held the cup of bourbon in his hand and I sat down my cup feeling his freehand on my lower back. “We will mess with their fun in a few hours. I think we need far more drinks than what we have had.” He took my hand and we went in the direction of the kitchen.

Missy’s pov

We had decided to break away from the others at our school that we had invited to this party. That meant that it was me, Ethan, Alina, Jackson, Landon, Hope and finally Andrea all hanging out in the basement. It became our own little clubhouse area. “Never have I ever pulled an all-nighter.”

“Oh geez.” Ethan covered his face with his freehand while taking a drink from his red solo cup.

I turned my head at him. “When did that happen?”

“It was like an initiation into being on the football team. Conor wanted to find out who the weak team members were.” He explained simply,

Landon sat up holding out his cup to the center circle. “Never have I ever drank alcohol before I was 21.”

“Seriously Landon, that's everyone in this room.” Alina scolded him after taking a drink along with everybody else playing the game.

Jackson, who had his arm draped over Alina’s shoulder, raised his glass. “Never have I gone skinny-dipping?” My sister Alina slowly takes a sip from her cup causing me and Hope to gasp in shock.

“When did that happen and why didn’t we know about this before tonight?” Hope gasped.

She shrugged her shoulders, laying her head against her werewolf husband’s chest. “Possibly on our second date before he officially met mom and dad. And you can’t say anything but we got a little excited that night and I’m surprised he didn’t get me pregnant that night.”

“You took her virginity before you were married!” Andra nearly choked on her words.

Ethan made a look of confusion eyeing my twin and Jackson who sat across from us. It was a lot to just explain all the supernatural creatures that lived in this town. I hadn’t had time to explain the whole Mikaelson / Lane family details that he didn’t know about yet. “Wait a minute. Are you two married because you love each other or are you together because you got her pregnant?”

“Because we love each other, man.” Jackson answered the question.

The human boy in our group didn’t seem convinced. “I’m just asking because I don’t get why two teenagers are married but only one of you has had other relationships before you were married.”

“Ethan, you want to talk about odd relationships. We should talk about who is the weirdest supernatural creature in the room. I vote for Landon.” Andrea got up to her feet pointing her index finger at the curly haired boy,

Hope glared at her. “Why do you say that, Andrea? You know what, let's get back to the game. I dare you to chug hot sauce for 30 seconds.”

“No, I think it would be cool to hear that all supernatural creatures are here with me.” Ethan shrugs his shoulders, actually curious.

I raised my hand starting off the list. “I’m the only heretic besides my mother. Half witch half vampire..oh wait there’s aunt Valerie too.”

“Team were witches.” Alina raised her hand so Andrea and her high fived each other including Jackson.

Landon held up his hand. “Only phoenix.”

“Tribrid. Hybrid of three different creatures beat that!” Hope teased them by downing almost all the alcohol in her cup.

Running a hand through my hair I did my best to change the game back to what it was before we switched the subject. “Howl like a wolf to the moon, Ethan.” I eyed my boyfriend who got to his feet about to do what I suggested to him until Jackson spoke up.

“Hold on, Missy. I don’t think we’ve asked the very obvious question yet. Who here is still a virgin in all of our relationships?”

“Oh Jack.” Alina scolded him.

He chuckled, not backing down. “I dare them all to answer it since we know we both aren’t.”

“I’ll put it out there man as long as you don’t tell the guys on the Mystic High football team.” Ethan was the first to admit it, sending me a half smile as if he was worried I would out him.

Taking a long sip of my drink I wasn’t comfortable giving that out even though everyone in this room was either family or close friends. “I still am one. Sorry I didn’t tell you that yet, E.” I apologized before he placed his hand in mine.

“Fine. I ain’t slept with anyone either.” Hope blurts it out, getting to her face and heading towards the stairs to leave. “I’m getting us more alcohol.”

Landon nervously chuckles against the somewhat tense silence in the room that had been created. He leans back in the chair he was sitting in shifting his attention around. “Is anybody still open to Truth or Dare?”

“I think we should try and trick our parents. Specifically our father.” I smirked, getting a good idea in the back of my mind.

Ethan and Landon sent me a horrified look. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“Yeah, he's totally cool with it.” Alina responded, acting so much like our father than the rest of his kids did in the room.

Andrea throws her hands up in the air. “I’ve got an idea but we need to buy a Santa Claus hat and beard.”

“Ah I see where she’s going. Plus we’ll need to put it on him when he’s asleep.” Jackson leaned forward in his seat, interested in the plan.

Landon froze up and I could hear his heartbeat quickening up. “Wait a second, who exactly is putting the Santa hat on him while he sleeps?”

“Obviously you and Ethan.” Andrea sniped at him.

Ethan rubbed the back of his neck but he calmed down when I placed my hand in his other. “Why exactly is it just the two of us? Why not include Jackson too?”

“It’s a right of passage in this family. Jackson already faced him when he asked for Alina’s hand in marriage and he didn’t get killed over it.” I clasped my hands together turning around in a circle so both of the newbie boyfriends would understand what they were up against. “Our mother is totally okay with us dating any boy. It’s our father you have to worry about.”

“What have you got them into now?” Hope shut the door with her food coming back down the stairs carrying an unopened bottle of liquor.

Andrea finished the contents of her cup. “Simple the “Can They Survive Klaus Mikaelson Test”. If they come out of it alive then they have proven they are worthy to end up with a Mikaelson daughter.”

“Most importantly somebody better get it on recording.” I added laughing along with my sisters and cousin. The face reactions from my boyfriend and Landon were priceless.

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[ginger-grimm]

OC PRIDE CHALLENGE 2023

WEEK ONE: IDENTITIES

Day 4: Pansexual

–› Milo Gilbert & Lizzie Saltzman (Legacies)

“Why do I have to entertain him, mom? I don’t even like him. He’s a total dork!”

Caroline stopped in her tracks, turning around to face her daughter, an angry scowl graced her face. “We do not talk like that about other people, Elizabeth.”

Lizzie jutted out her hip, placing both hands on them in the process. She scrunched up her face.

Caroline scoffed, shaking her head as she mirrored Lizzie’s pose. “You’re going to hang out with Milo until Eleanor comes by to pick him up and you’re going to act nice the entire time. And if not, you can forget about spending the summer in Paris, little missy.”

Lizzie narrowed her eyes, glaring at her mother. “You’re bluffing.”

“Try me.”

Lizzie huffed, throwing her hands up in the process. “Fine! Whatever. I’ll entertain Count Dorkula.”

“Elizabeth!”

Milo skipped into the room, a giggling Josie following suit.

Lizzie rolled her eyes, listening to her sister and Milo gabbing on and on about another comic book he just read. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t into hearing Milo ramble. She loved how passionate he was about his interests. How kind he was to her, even when she was being anything but to him.

“Hey, Caroline!”

Caroline beamed at the boy. “Hey, sweet pea!” she greeted. “Mom dropped you off?”

Milo nodded. “She wants to talk you. She’s waiting by the gate.”

“Okay, I think I know what this is about. Let’s not make her wait. Come on, Jo, we’ve got some secret planning to do.”

As mother and daughter walked out of the school building, Milo beamed at Lizzie. “Count Dorkula is funny. Could be my superhero name in the future.”

Lizzie bit the inside of her cheek. “Sorry, I know I should be nicer. What do you feel like doing? Don’t say anything about comics.”

Milo opened his mouth, halting at the last part of Lizzie’s sentence. He rocked back and forth on his feet, hands clasped behind his back. “D&D?”

Lizzie’s brows furrowed. “What’s that?”

“Nevermind,” Milo said. “I could teach you some chords on the guitar.”

Lizzie nodded, finally contempt with Milo’s presence. “Fine. That seems acceptable.”

“Awesome,” Milo beamed again, planning their future wedding in the back of his head.

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[cozycryptidcutie]

I’m such a dork. Someone posted a pic selling plushies and called it five nights at Freddy’s and I was like UM actually that’s Huggy Wuggy and Kissy Missy from Poppy Playtime. I WAS SO EXCITED WHEN I SAW FNAF 😭 I was like WHERE???

[crissiebaby]

The Padded Palace Act III: Chapter 18

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, crossdressing, inappropriate language, humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, and other ABDL themes. Be sure to check out the link in the description if you need to start all the way back from the first chapter in Act I! I hope you enjoy!

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“You’d better stop wiggling, Girly Gary, or else I will beat your butt so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week,” shouted Aanya, eliciting a chorus of oos from around the hotel room as she haphazardly taped a whopping fifth diaper around Gary’s waist while blindfolded. 

In spite of his best efforts, Gary found it nearly impossible to hold still with how Aanya, along with the four caregivers who came before her, used their hands to explore every inch of his body in the midst of the diapering process. It wasn’t as though they were trying to make Gary all squirmy. That was merely a side effect of the game. 

“Hehehehehe!”

Perched atop Latasha’s lap, Skye giggled mischievously as she watched her sissy bestie, Gary, turn a deeper shade of crimson with each new player who approached the changing table. She placed her lips around the spout of her sippy cup and swung her head upward to take a big sip. All the while, she kept her Mommy in the corner of her eye, making sure she was firmly distracted with the game at hand.

“Glad to shee you’re havin’ fun, cutie,” said Latasha, petting her baby girl’s hair while doing her best to keep her eyes locked on the show that Aanya and Gary were putting on. Given how rocky the evening had gotten thanks to her spat with Elma, it was nice to ease back and not have to play dutiful host, even if it was only for the duration of a silly game. That being said, she found her attention being constantly pulled toward Elma every few minutes.

Unlike everyone else in Latasha’s hotel room, Elma’s focus was not on the rousing game of Pin the Diaper on the Dork. Instead, she was too busy doting on Missy as she used one hand to bottle feed her darling sissy, while the other hand controlled the Hush plug that was tucked away alongside Missy’s twitchy prostate with a small remote. “I bet that feels nice, huh? Feeling all that cream swirling around in your tummy; nowhere to go with your favorite booty toy in the way,” she said, revving the vibrator’s speed up a few clicks. 

Having a full view of the erotic display that Elma and Missy were making, Latasha bit her lip, her kitten growing moist over the fierce display of dominance. Sadly, it wasn’t all blushy thoughts for Latasha. Watching Elma’s dutiful care made her feel a tad nostalgic for Diaper Dom days. She downed the rest of her mixed drink and let the cup roll off the bed before drunkenly wrapping her arms around Skye as if physically clinging to her caregiving role.

“Hey! Earth of Latasha!”

“Wuh?!” slurred Latasha as her attention was suddenly pulled back toward the center of the room where Aanya was waiting for her with a paddle in hand.

Making a show out of flipping the hilt of the paddle to Latasha with a single hand, Aanya was more than happy to keep the game rolling if the drinks that Latasha was pounding had finally gotten to her. “Uh oh, I think we got a baby brain on our hands,” she teased, causing Latasha to blush slightly as the room erupted into laughter.

“Ha, ha. Very funny. Gimme dat paddle. I’ww show you how ish done,” responded Latasha, batting her eyes as she listened to the sound of her own voice. She knew she was drunk but wow, was she slurring her words! She made a mental note to refrain from any more alcohol until she’d downed a tall glass of water to balance her out a little. Shaking off the surprising affectation, she nudged Skye off her lap and began to inch toward the edge of the bed.

*GASP!*

In an instant, the room went silent. All except for Latasha as she reached for the paddle in Aanya’s hands, only for Aanya to pull back at the last second. “Shtawp pwayin an hans it- *cough* -hans it ova,” she said, attempting to clear her throat as her sloppy speech only got worse. It was only when she looked up at Aanya’s shocked but smug expression that she realized the entire room was staring at her, “W-Wuhs up?”

“I’ll tell you what’s up, Tish,” said Elma, grabbing Latasha by the wrist and yanking the seasoned caregiver to her feet.

Latasha attempted to rip her arm back but was unable to thanks in large part to her insobriety. “Wuhs da big i…dea…” she said, her sentence trailing off as she gazed upon a large, wet circle on the bed in the exact spot she had been sitting. Her eyes quickly traveled south, growing wide as they found a matching spot on the crotch of her pants, “D-Das nod possibwe…Skye musta-”

“Oh-ho-no, don’t even think about blaming this on Skye,” said Jesi with a cute but sinister chuckle as she ran her fingers along Skye’s tender thighs, finding nary a drop of moisture anywhere, “I think it’s safe to say someone’s not Big enough to drink anymore.”

“Not Big enough for pants either, I’d say,” said Aanya, sneaking around Latasha and giving her butt a light smack with the paddle. The supposed caregiver could only yelp feebly in response.

Things were rapidly getting out of hand for Latasha. Her pupils darted from face to face, finding there wasn’t a friendly pair of eyes in sight. Even Skye seemed to look at her with a kind of condescending amusement that made her feel like the smallest person in the entire convention. She opened her mouth to protest her new status only to be immediately silenced by the bulb of a paci-gag. 

“Thanks for getting us all warmed up, Garbear…” said Jesi, hugging her sissy baby close as she helped him down from the changing table, “...but I think we’ve got a new dork to play with.”

Placing the spout of her sippy cup in her mouth satisfyingly. Skye smiled as she watched Elma, Aanya, and every other caregiver in the room encircled Latasha with hunger in their eyes. From the crushed-up pieces of Lisp Lolly that she snuck into Mommy’s usual cocktail, to the liquid in her sippy cup that she let dribble onto her Mommy’s lap, her plan had gone off as spectacularly as she’d hoped it would. No doubt, any CG found wetting themself at a diaper convention was doomed for regression. All she had to do was give everyone the proper motivation. “Habe fun, widdwe Tish,” she said under her breath, smirking like the scheming Little she was.

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“Caterpill-MMMF!” shouted Connor, cut off as his mouth was filled with a thick, pacifier bulb. He attempted to muscle it out of his mouth but Stacy was sure to hold the binky firmly between his lips. He winced in pain as Ellie kneeled down over his gut to straddle him, agitating his bowels in the most aggravating way possible.

Rushing to Connor’s aid, Riri aimed to push Ellie off of Connor in the hope he would be able to overpower Stacy on his own. Sadly, Ellie was quick to hunker down, locking her knees alongside Connor’s hips and wrapping her arms around his torso like a spider monkey. This made it nigh impossible for Riri to unlatch her fellow Little from Connor’s body.

Unable to make any headway with Ellie, Riri turned to Stacy, hoping she could talk some sense into her before it was too late. “Connor’s not ready! He’s never even messed himself on his own and you’re expecting him to do it in front of us. What’s your plan? To scare him away for life?!” she said, sticking purely to cold hard facts due to who she was dealing with. Any appeal to empathy would surely fall on deaf ears with Stacy. The only way to get through to her was to make it apparent that this would likely stunt Connor’s enjoyment of ABDL, perhaps permanently.

As much as Stacy hated to admit it, Riri did make a good point. Logically, letting Connor keep his messy cherry until he wanted to pop it was far wiser than pushing him to do it here and now. Unfortunately, it wasn’t logic that was holding her back from showing Connor mercy. Between Riri’s constant nay-saying and Connor blowing up her power position in the Palace, a sense of vengeance was welling up inside her. One that wanted to make sure Connor didn’t weasel his way out of the mushy tush that he’d had coming for a while. “Weren’t you the one going on about Padded Palace rules only, like, a second ago? Babies are supposed to use their diapers here, remember? That’s Latasha’s number 1 rule,” she said, invoking the will of Latasha to her advantage.

“That rule only applies to us and you know it!” shouted Riri in response, refusing to let Stacy get away with twisting the Palace rules to suit her needs, “Connor’s a caregiver, not a Little.”

Scoffing at Riri’s assertion, Stacy cackled in Riri’s face. Releasing her grip on the binky in Connor’s mouth, she waddled around Riri to Connor’s lower half and placed a firm hand on Connor’s diaper front, which was once again tenting out thanks to Connor’s undeniable hard-on, “Caregivers don’t get turned into horny, little brats by their Littles! I’d say he’s right where he belongs,” she said firmly, shutting Riri up once and for all.

*SPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT!!!*

“Uh oh! I think he’s gonna blow!” said Ellie, drawing both Riri and Stacy’s attention down to Connor’s lower half as his gut let out a long, wet fart involuntarily. An unfriendly odor soon surrounded the three girls, causing them to wrinkle their noses in preparation for a far more pungent scent.

With Ellie settling the lion’s share of her body weight on his core and Stacy fondling his padded member, Connor was doomed from the moment he allowed these rotten girls to diaper him. He should’ve known better than to trust Stacy and Ellie, but mostly Stacy. He let his guard down and once again, it had bitten him in the ass. And worst of all was how eagerly his body responded to everything the girls were throwing at him. His body quivered as shockwaves of arousal coursed throughout his veins, tormented by the constant pressure being applied to his prostate.

Beads of sweat dripped down Connor’s forehead as he felt his insides liquefy. Clawing at the carpet beneath his fingertips, he futilely held out as long as he could. Tragically, it only spared him a few seconds at most. As the guttural pressure mounted to a level that Connor had never experienced in all his life, his sphincter finally gave out on him. He cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure, gasping as his mind went blank. It was all over but the crying.

*BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRT!!!*

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December 30

pairing: Marcus Moreno x reader

warnings: references to sex, alcohol consumption

words: 613

a/n: a little out of order but this is cute and they are dorks, also another bonus pic use!

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You woke up when the sun streamed in through the window onto your face and rolled over, groaning. The sun felt brighter than usual and you tried to hide your face in Marcus’ shoulder, but his collar got in the way. 

Why is he wearing a collared shirt to bed? You thought grumpily. Then you sat up quickly, because you didn’t remember going to bed. Looking down, you saw that both of you were still in regular clothes, on top of the covers, with only the fuzzy blanket usually at the foot of the bed covering you. 

You smacked your hand to your forehead and laughed; you had completely missed New Year’s Eve. The last thing you remembered was sitting in bed with Marcus, watching the TV coverage of the countdown, and setting a timer for 11:45pm so you would have time to go to the fridge for the champagne in time for a toast. But now it was, according to the clock on the wall, 8:45am and you were many hours into the New Year. 

Marcus started shifting, waking up both from the sun and your movements, “W-what’s going on?”

You turned to him with a pout, “Baby, we slept through the celebration, look at us, we’re still in our clothes!” 

He rubbed his eyes and then looked first at you and then himself, “Shit, honey, we’re getting old if we can’t even stay up till midnight.” 

You laughed and hid your face in his chest, “It’s all Missy’s fault. If she hadn’t gone off with her friends, she would’ve kept us up.” 

“Good plan, always blame the tween,” Marcus agreed, wrapping his arm around you and encouraging you to cuddle into him. 

With a smile, you kissed his pec and then said, “What do you think, should we get up and make breakfast?” 

Marcus looked down at you with a smile of his own and told you, “I think we should get out of these clothes first.” 

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Some sex and a shower and some shower sex later, the two of you were dressed for the day in pajamas with absolutely no plans to leave the house. Missy would be dropped back off around dinner time, so you didn’t even need to get in the car. 

The two of you decided to make some cinnamon rolls from scratch, since you had plenty of time and got more than eight hours of sleep so you had plenty of energy. It was a sticky, messy process, but so much fun with Marcus.

Once they were in the oven, Marcus pulled out the bottle of champagne and some orange juice, “We can have mimosas since we didn’t get the chance to have any last night, honey.” 

“Ooo, very good idea, baby,” you told him, grabbing his bicep of his free arm just to have a nice, strong part of him to hold on to, and kissed his cheek. 

Marcus finished pouring the drinks and handed your champagne flute to you, turning so that you could cheers, “Happy New Year, honey.”

“Happy New Year, baby.”

You both took a sip and then leaned in for a kiss, a long, deep one that nearly made you spill your drink. And as you kissed him, you made your plans for the rest of the day: get mimosa-tipsy while you waited for the cinnamon rolls, eat the cinnamon rolls, cuddle on the couch, have more sex (not necessarily on the couch), watch movies, have leftovers for lunch, watch some TV, maybe take a nap,  and, when Missy got home, make spaghetti for dinner. All in all in your mind, the perfect start to a new year.

🏔🏔🏔

[bruiscs]

working on fleshing out my muses, and also added a new one. if any of these dorks interest you, like this and i'll come to you. these are just a few ideas off the top of my head for vibes but i'm open to anything as long as it's not against my rules

bree takata - 24 - lesbian - bartender

cliche bartender plots such as "your muse is getting harrassed/got stood up and bree steps in to pretend to be their girlfriend" and "you got wasted at my bar and your friends ditched you so i'm sitting up with you until you sober up enough to get a cab except now we're banging against the bar and i'm making you breakfast in the morning"

crime-adjacent shit bc she almost made it through pharmacy school before getting busted for dealing. knows how to make illegal chemical compounds and drugs. like jesse pinkman but not as much of a dumbass. give her a rival dealer's wife/gf to lust after and also so she can get her ass kicked

will show up at a wedding/family reunion/private event as a plus one for pay if your muse needs to get someone off their back

angela baker - 21 - pansexual - competitive cheerleader

something something locker room sex

angela can be intense/abrasive and takes cheerleading seriously but only because it's meant to be her ticket away from her family and break a generational cycle - think missy + isis from bring it on. give her someone who gets her out of her head and helps her make bad decisions.

cheerleader and the nerdy girl, cliche tutor plot and angela gives her a makeover and takes her to a party to get drunk for the first time and they hook up, idk like full on 90s shit - alternatively, make it like jennifer's body lmao

jude yen - 25 - bisexual - forensic scientist

peg him 🤷‍♀️

your muse starts dating him to get access to the crime lab and the sex is really good but whoops they catch feelings and it gets messy; alternatively the same plot but make it blackmail + corruption

maybe i'll give him a vigilante verse. he's basically barry allen but his mom's still alive and he has no super speed. beat him up