#Two Toed Ping

[cannondisabledcharacters]

Today's disabled character of the day is Two Toed Ping from Legnd of Korra, who has facial scarring and polydactyly

Requested by Anon

[Image Description: Drawing of a man with a scar running over his left eye. He has short brown hair and brown eyes. He has a light skin tone and a thin brown mustache. He is wearing a brown jacket and red scarf.]

[allgremlinart]

idk if season 2 was soooo bad why did it have Mako getting called an incel by goons on a boat ? riddle me that.

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

I had this hilarious thought just now. Imagine when the bsd cast came in the real world, instead of their normal body, they enter as chibis. Or you could say as their wan! characters lol. The idea is VERY similar to the cat one lol

Recently, I was pinged by @legendsgates under a similar prompt. So, enjoy this short imagine.

The loud crash came from your bedroom. Chills ran down your spine. You were living alone, no roommates or pets. Besides, there are no trees near your bedroom window, so, you can't blame a curious stray cat.

Worst of all, you left your phone in a bedroom. You grabbed you trusty frying pan and tip toed to your bedroom.

The house was quiet. Yet, you can hear quiet footsteps, coming from your bedroom. You prepared yourself, abruptly opened the door, burst into the room, swung the frying pan and screamed.

"Die, you despicable dog."

A bunch of chibis screamed and huddled in a corner.

Chibi BSD Cast were trembling, looking at you. Oda's kids have tears in their eyes.

You blinked and dropped the frying pan. You felt like a total jerk now.

You sat on the floor and reach your hand towards chibis.

"I am so sorry, I thought, you were burglars."

After some whispering between BSD Cast, chibi Fukuzawa stepped forward and shake your hand.

"Apology accepted. We are also partly at fault. We should have chosen a better time to be transported here. Do you know why we are so small?"

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🐾 It's fascinating to live with a bunch of chibis. Interesting and hard.

🐾 First, BSD Cast now had their WAN! Counterparts bodies, voices and attitude. So, life truly became chaotic.

🐾 Five times per week, Boxzai will be chasing after Chuuya. Ranpo has rubber duckies (with Atsuduck and Duckzai), Fyodor complaining about Yokohama restaurants, subway and everything.

🐾 There is also a problem with clothes. Now, people either think that you had a bunch of kids at home. Or that you have become a volunteer in an orphanage.

🐾 And Chibi BSD always swarms you, when you return home. Because they missed you.

🐾 Still, you are happy to live with chibis.

🐾 Unfortunately, they returned to their original height without warning.

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You were carrying Dazai and Chuuya on your shoulders. They were bickering, yet, you didn't pay attention to them. You learned to ignore it.

You made a step forward. Two lights blinked near your shoulders.

And now, instead of light chibis, on your left shoulder you had 181 cm and 67 kg of Dazai Osamu, and on your right shoulder you had 160 cm and 60 kg of Chuuya Nakahara.

With a loud thud, you fall down, buried under Dazai and Chuuya.

Thankfully, no one get hurt. And you were really grateful, that you weren't carrying Fukuzawa and Kunikida right now.

[storiesofsvu]

Dirty Little Damsel

Emily Prentiss x reader x Alex Blake warnings: language, smut, name calling, derogatory talk, teasing, mommy kink, daddy kink, punishment, over stimulation, not really humiliation but maybe? the tiniest mention of spit, minor throat/face fucking. Pt 3 of can be read alone, but here is pt 1, and pt 2. Pt 4 will be incoming hopefully soon, and will be the complete fluff/aftercare directly following this, hence why it kinda cuts off outta nowhere.

The moment the jet touched down back at Quantico Emily had shot off a text to you to keep you updated on how long it would be until she was home. You spent the next little bit making sure the apartment was tidied up, lighting a couple of candles in the bedroom before cracking a window, letting the warm evening air drift through the space. Checking your phone you knew you had just enough time left to slip into something a little more intimate, something lacy, slightly see through, light blue with little fabric flowers scattered around it. After making sure your hair and make up were presentable you wrapped a silky robe around your body, padding out to the main part of the apartment to pour out a couple glasses of wine. Your phone pinged not much longer after that, Emily letting you know she was around the corner, what caught you by surprise was the request to pour out a third glass of wine.

While Emily knew exactly what kind of game you were playing at, you had no idea what was in store for you as the night wore on.

Her keys clinked in the lock and your ears perked up, looking toward the doorway as you dropped your phone to the kitchen island. You weren’t totally surprised when you saw that Alex was your guest for the evening, a smile breaking out on your face at the sight of both women making their way into the apartment. Giving them a moment to situate themselves, bags and coats finding hooks, shoes being toed off, unnecessary layers being removed before Emily moved further into the kitchen and you slid off your stool, sliding a glass of wine in her direction.

“How was the flight?” You asked.

“Fine.” She shrugged, picking up the glass to take a sip, then ducking to kiss your cheek, “I’m much more interested in what you’ve got on under here.” Her fingers came to toy with the knot holding your robe shut and you giggled.

“Just something I thought you might like.”

“Yeah?” Emily scooped up the other glass, turning back to the other woman, handing off the drink “something Alex might like too?”

“I hope so.” You practically pouted, looking up at the women from under your lashes as your fingers played with the tie.

“Well, why don’t you be a good girl and show us?” Alex asked, smirk on her lips as she took a sip of her drink.

Letting out a small giggle you swiftly undid the knot, slowly letting the robe fall over your shoulders, teasing them with glimpses of blue fabric until you finally let the robe drop to the floor around your feet. You couldn’t help but grin as two sets of eyes dragged up your body, pupils blown, hungry for what you were showing them.

“I like the flowers.” Emily commented rather nonchalantly, her fingers coming up to pinch at one of them softly as if she was examining it.

“It does make you look like a good little girl.” Alex murmured, taking another sip of her drink before placing the glass down on the island and moving toward you, “is that what kind of show you wanted to put on for us, hmmm? That you’re the sweet little innocent thing?” Two of her fingers traced across your collarbone and up your neck, curling under your chin to tilt your face up to hers, “our darling, gorgeous girl.”

Alex’s breath was hot on your cheek when she spoke and you felt yourself begin to tingle already, holding back a whine in order to not get teased. You were pleasantly rewarded when her hand cupped your cheek and her lips met yours in a tender kiss. You let out a happy sigh into the kiss, your hands sliding up her shoulders to loop behind her neck when she tugged you closer to her by your hips. Her hands looped around your waist, toying with the hemline of your panties while her lips continued to move with grace against yours. Gliding across your body her hands moved to your ass, squeezing tightly and you couldn’t help but rock your hips into hers. You were completely lost in the moment, blissed out at the feeling of her body on yours once again, letting out a moan as her tongue traced the seam of your lips. Her lips curved up into a grin at the way yours so effortlessly parted for her tongue to slip into your mouth.

It was at that moment you felt Emily come up behind you, her hand gliding up your back, fingers threading into your hair and you felt that familiar air of her wanting her turn. It wasn’t a surprise when she pulled your hair at the root, the surprise was with just how rough it was, yanking your head away from Alex with a soft cry.

“That’s enough.” She scolded, a heat in her eyes you recognized as one that meant she was about to do whatever she wanted to you.

“Sorry daddy.” You pouted and she gripped your hair tighter, causing you to gasp as she tsk’d at you.

“You really thought you were going to get away with it?” She jeered, “think you could put on a pretty little set and feign innocence? Like you aren’t the dirty whore you really are?”

Alex chuckled, stepping toward you once again, her forefinger and thumb pinching at your chin to turn your gaze back to her, “you were a bad girl sweetheart, and you know it.”

“And what happens to bad girls?” Emily husked into your ear from behind, still tightly holding your hair, giving it a hard yank. “Answer me princess.”

“They get punished.” You whimpered, “but—”

“Ah!” Emily swatted at your ass, “don’t fucking lie to daddy. You came without asking, when you knew you weren’t allowed to.”

“It’s a shame.” Alex’s fingers caressed your cheek, “had you been a good girl like we wanted you’d be getting rewarded for the rest of the night.”

“But someone had to go and be a stupid little slut, didn’t they?” She finally released your hair, nudging you down the hallway, “bedroom. Knees. Now.”

It was a mere second later that you were scurrying down the hallway, not wanting to warrant any further punishment from Emily, especially in front of a guest, you were in enough trouble as is. You could hear Alex and Emily making their way down the hall behind you as you quickly jumped up onto the bed, settling pretty on your knees, hands laid patiently on your thighs. Emily entered the room first, sauntering toward the bed as her hands made their way down the buttons of her shirt, sly smirk on her lips before she chuckled.

“How cute.” She grinned, glancing over her shoulder to Alex, “pet thinks she’s deserving enough to be on the bed.”

“You really weren’t kidding when you said torture.” Alex chuckled, her arms wrapping around Emily from behind to take over the task of undoing her shirt while her lips pressed a gentle kiss to the other woman’s skin. “Where do you want her?”

“On the floor.” She replied curtly, “where she belongs.” Emily allowed Alex to slip the shirt off her, her eyes glaring in to yours before flicking down to the floor and back up to you with a cocked brow, “and I do think she’s too dressed still.”

“Hmm.” Alex’s head tilted while she took you in before nodding to the patch of hardwood in front of Emily’s feet, “you aren’t going to continue to misbehave, are you sweet girl?” You quickly shook your head, standing from the bed but Emily’s hand caught your chin before you could kneel.

“Ah. Let’s see those tits.” Her hand reached around you to pop the clasp of your bra open and you let the fabric fall to the floor, your nipples hardening in the cool air. “That’s better.” Emily cooed before her hands reached up, pinching at your nipples and you let out a quiet gasp, watching the way her eyes dragged down your body. Your fingers had just began to dip under the waistband of your panties when Alex’s hand darted out, closing around your wrist.

“Those can stay.”

“What?” Emily laughed, glancing over her shoulder, “you don’t want to see that gorgeous pussy?”

“I thought we were punishing not pleasing.” Her hand squeezed at your wrist as she stepped away from the other woman, “I’ve seen your toy collection and I’ve got an idea.”

“Is that so?” Em raised a brow with a grin as she watched Alex move through the room, sifting through the bedside table until she came back with a small remote controlled vibrator. “I like the way you think Blake.” A gleam shone through her eyes as she took the vibe from her, turning to you as her expression changed, “dirty girl. You wanted to come so badly you broke the rule, so now… you’re going to come, again and again. Understood?”

“Yes daddy.” You replied quietly, nodding, your eyes wide knowing that you were absolutely in for it.

“Good girl.” Emily grinned, sliding the vibe into the crotch of your panties, pressing directly up against your clit, “what’s your word?”

“Kiwi.”

“So compliant now.” Alex commented with a smirk.

“She knows better, now that we’re home. Knows we can follow through.”

“We?” You asked meekly, gulping at the way Alex and Emily looked at each other with matching smirks.

“Oh sweet girl.” Alex chuckled at you before her lips began trailing up Emily’s neck.

“Neither of us are going to lay a hand on you.” Emily explained, shoving your shoulder so you would get down on your knees, “I thought you would be able to figure that out at the very least, or are you dense?”

“She’s not cretinous,” the other woman laughed softly, “just eager, lonely, a little needy, incredibly horny.”

“You’ve got that right.” Emily laughed, pinching at your chin again as Alex’s hands started to toy with her belt buckle, “now you’re going to stay right there and not move a muscle while we get naked.”

“Yes daddy.” You murmured with a quick nod.

“Shame you were so distracted the other night.” Alex purred, “daddy looked so gorgeous coming undone for me. I know you would have liked it, how you would have loved to taste her on my lips, hear just how loud she was moaning for me.”

“And now you’re going to hear how loud I can make her moan.” Emily grinned brightly before turning to face the other woman, her hands instantly slipped under Alex’s shirt, tugging it off over her head, quickly undoing her bra and letting it fall to the floor. She walked around Alex, her arms winding around her, cupping at her chest from behind while the brunette let out a satisfied groan, “mommy made me feel so good princess. I figure I should return the favour, what do you think?” Her fingers softly pinched at her nipples, rolling them between her finger and thumb.

“Fuck do that again.” Alex’s head dropped back onto her shoulder and your mouth fell open, wanting to comment but Emily caught you before the words could even come to mind.

“Ah!” She glared at you, “dirty sluts know better than to speak! You’re going to sit there, and you’re going to watch like a good girl.” Her breath was hot on Alex’s skin as she spoke, lips nearly brushing the column of the other woman’s neck, “this turns you on doesn’t it?” She grinned, “watching me toy with her?” Her hands continued to grope at Alex’s chest, squeezing harder while her lips kissed her neck, nuzzling deeper into her before her teeth nipped at the sensitive skin, tongue sweeping over the mark when Alex let out a soft hiss, “is it because you wish I was touching you? Or because you wish you were the one getting to fuck her, hmm? Or are you just such a needy whore that it doesn’t matter?” One of her hands brushed across Alex’s bare torso, tickling around the waistband of her pants before it sunk around to the back, groping at her ass, “so desperate that just seeing her feel good, listening to her moans, hearing her wet little pussy around my cock is enough for you to come?”

“Emily….” Alex warned with a near whine leaving her lips, her hand closing around the wrist of Em’s hand that was still pawing at her chest, moving it downward, “I’m going to need you to really touch me now.”

“I will.” She chuckled, hand sinking south while she held eye contact with you, “because good girls get what they want.”

You shifted uncomfortably on your knees, feeling yourself practically dripping into your panties at the sight in front of you as Emily’s hands swiftly undid the other woman’s pants before disappearing into them. It only took her a moment to find her clit, pads of her fingers pressing into it gently before rubbing a few circles against it, her free hand wrapping around Alex’s waist to keep her upright. Her hand sunk further between her legs, dragging through her wet cunt to bring the juices up to her clit and she continued rubbing.

“Fuck.” Alex’s hips bucked toward the touch and Emily hummed, her lips splitting into a grin when you let out a needy whine.

“Feel good?”

“Yes…” She breathed out, her eyes struggling to stay open as Emily increased the pressure.

“See?” Em glanced up toward you, “this is what happens to good girls.” Alex let out a gasp when her hand sunk lower and two fingers slipped into her pussy, “they get rewarded.” She kissed at her neck softly, her fingers starting a steady pace as they fucked deep into her, “they get what they want, get their pretty pussies touched, allowed to come whenever they want.”

“Do that again.” She groaned as the heel of Emily’s hand brushed against her clit and Emily repeated the motion, “oh god Emily…”

“See how good I’m making her feel?” She taunted, continuing to thrust her fingers, “could have been you if you decided to behave. I could have my fingers stuffed in that needy cunt of yours, making you come over and over again, oh princess you’d be squirting so hard you would be dripping down my arm by now.” Alex let out a little whine, squeezing around Emily when her fingers curled perfectly, “god you would love that, wouldn’t you?”

“Mmhmm.” You replied with a nod, trying to discreetly rub your thighs together.

“Bet you’d love to feel mommy’s pussy flutter around you too.” She grinned, nipping at the other woman’s neck as her fingers curled again, “you would make her so proud; I just know it. When you want to be good, you’re so good. But instead I’m the one who gets to make her moan.” Her fingers brushed against the sensitive spot inside Alex and she let out a small groan, her eyes scrunching shut.

“Please don’t stop.”

“Oh Alex, I wouldn’t dare.” She chuckled softly, her free hand reaching up to squeeze at her chest, “I’m going to make you come on my fingers,” a kiss pressed to the column of her neck, “make you drench my hand, ruin those panties. Then I’m going to make you come on my cock, watch the way you ride me, make this little whore watch the entire thing, wishing it was her. Fucking brat.”

Alex clenched down around her, her hips jolting upwards again and her nails dug into the skin of Emily’s arm, with each pass of the woman’s hand she could feel the heat building within her, higher and higher. She was sure her juices had soaked through her underwear, her skin burning with desire as Emily’s fingers curled once again and she let out a cry.

“Fuck!”

“That’s it baby.” Emily cooed, her hand picking up the pace, “I can feel you fluttering around me, let go….” her fingers flicked and curled with precision, “come for me… let the naughty bitch see how gorgeous you are when you come undone.”

Alex let out a series of whimpers and quiet swears, her pussy pulsing around Emily’s fingers, wetness coating them more with each thrust of her hand. She felt her entire body shake, tensing as she let out a cry and her orgasm washed over her, shaking lightly as Em’s hold on her tightened to make sure her legs didn’t give out.

The view of Alex coming could only have been better if she was fully naked, if you could see her juices smearing across her thighs, dripping down Emily’s hand, but it was still enough to have you whining quietly, your own cunt throbbing between your legs. You could feel your clit practically pulsing, already rubbing up against the vibe so neatly tucked into your panties and you were aching for it to be turned on. Alex’s eyes were shut, her chest heaving as she panted, Emily distracted as she gently fucked her through her orgasm and you couldn’t help yourself, your hands slowly beginning to wander, tracing patterns on your body, cupping your chest, pinching at your nipples. A hand found its way between your legs, pressing the toy harder against your clit and a moan escaped your lips, one loud enough to catch the attention of both the other woman.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Emily’s tone was harsh enough that your eyes shot open, your cheeks instantly heating in embarrassment of being caught, your hand stilling between your legs as Alex’s eyes slowly opened.

“Oh, sweet girl…” It wasn’t praise; the tone was sympathetic, apologetic even as she finally caught her breath, eyes boring into yours as you gazed up at two women, wishing you could lunge forward and tug Alex’s pants down, bury you face between her legs until she was moaning again.

“You little fucking whore.” Emily pulled her hand out of Alex’s pants, purposely sucking her slicked fingers into her mouth as you watched her clean the brunette’s juices from them, “such a fucking needy slut you can’t go a day without coming? Without touching yourself? Seeing this driving you too wild to actually behave? You should be reminded that good girls don’t fucking move until they’re told.” So distracted with berating you Emily didn’t notice the other woman moving through the room, “how are we supposed to make sure you behave tonight?”

“I think I have an idea.” Alex dangled a silk tie between her fingers, a sly grin on her lips as she approached you.

“And I am liking the way your brain works.” She smirked, nodding toward you before Alex walked around you.

“Hands behind your back pretty girl.” She instructed, free hand trailing across your shoulder, up your neck as she pushed your hair out of the way so she could lean down, nipping at your tender skin.

You followed her instructions, letting out a little whimper at the feeling of her hands on your body, knowing this was the only touching you were going to be receiving tonight. Alex intricately wound the fabric around you wrists, making sure it was secure but not too tight, waiting for you to give her a tiny nod before she stood up fully, looking back to Emily who had another instruction.

“Now… how about you get naked on the bed.” Em tossed the remote to the vibrator tucked in the front of your panties to her, “and had some fun with this.”

Alex slipped her fingers into the waistband of her pants and underwear, letting them fall to the floor before sitting on the edge of the bed, her hand scooping up the remote as Emily wandered through the room. She clicked it once, smirking at the way you gasped when it sprung to life, your hands already struggling against their bonds at your desire to touch yourself or either of the other women. The light buzzing echoed through the room, the toy on its lowest setting, just enough to rile you up but not enough to even come close to getting you off yet. You let out a little whimper, hips rocking upwards in search of more friction and Emily let out a dark laugh.

“God you’re pathetic.”

When you glanced up to her you realized she was tightening her strap around her waist, cock hanging heavy from it and your eyes widened, your pussy fluttering around nothing even though you knew there was no way in hell you were getting that tonight. A quiet yelp escaped your lips when Alex flicked the vibrator up a couple of notches and you trembled,

“Oh god…” You groaned, the pattern of the vibrations surging from one at a time, to two, then three, pausing for an undetermined time before restarting.

“Don’t worry…” It was Emily’s turn to pinch at your chin, jerking your head to look up at her, “this time you’re allowed to come.”

“Hmm?” You let out the curious hum, eyes wide as you stared up at her, trying to keep your focus as the toy continued to buzz against your clit.

“That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? To get to come?” Her thumb trailed across your lower lip, guiding you to open your mouth and you did so, “well now you’re gonna to get to come as many times as we deem fit. You were a brat, so now you’re nothing but a toy to be used, understood?” You nodded the best you could without moving out of her grip and she smirked, “good. Now prove you’re going to behave.” She pulled your mouth open wider before spitting into it, letting go of your chin and you stayed exactly where you were, waiting with your tongue out. “That’s daddy’s good girl.” She purred, stroking at your cheek and tapping the bottom of your chin, “you may swallow.”

“So much prettier when you’re following the rules darling.”

“You know…” Emily chuckled, “now I’m remembering something that you are really good at, compliant or not…” Her hand wrapped around her cock, lazily pumping it a few times, “go on and get daddy’s cock nice and wet.”

Quickly sitting up on your knees you lurched forward, lips wrapping around the toy and Emily let out a satisfied hum, her hand tangling into your hair. At first she simply held onto you as you began to slowly bob up and down her shaft, tongue tracing patterns around her cock. You groaned when it hit the back of your throat, your nose brushing against her skin and her hand tightened in your hair, pushing you even further down right as Alex turned the vibrator up and you let out a muffled yelp.

“You really are desperate,” She chuckled from the bed, “aren’t you pet? Are you going to come while choking on daddy’s cock? Hmm?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” Emily jeered, breaking the eye contact with you to glance over to the bed, smirking when she caught the other woman lazily playing with herself while she watched. You moaned around the toy, your pussy fluttering around nothing as the vibe continued to press into your pulsing clit, when Emily noticed your eyes fluttering shut, your cheeks hollowing around her cock she yanked you off. “Look at that.”

She turned your head toward the bed, laughing at the way your mouth fell open at the sight of Alex touching herself. You felt the pleasure surge through you, your thighs squeezing together while your arms tightened in their bonds.

“Daddy…” You whined, attempting to look back up at Emily and she laughed again.

“You want to come; you better make sure my cock’s in that mouth of yours when you do.”

Immediately you wrapped your lips around the toy, quickly bobbing up and down it, moaning the best you could as your eyes scrunched shut. The speed of the vibrator picked up again and you whimpered around Emily, your body tensing and this time the hand tangled in your hair began to shove you down onto her cock, her hips thrusting forward as she began to fuck your throat. Drool was pooling in the corners of your mouth, a muffled cry attempting to escape as your first orgasm shot through you and you shivered, nearly letting Em’s cock drop from your mouth. She caught on before you could though, roughly shoving you all the way down, the tip of her cock buried deep into your throat and she let out a groan, watching the way your body shook again with a very quick second orgasm. Smirking, she finally yanked you off her and you let out a gasp, panting as you gazed up at her, saying a silent prayer as Alex turned down the vibe.

“Little whore.” She laughed, rocking you backwards by the hair before she finally dropped contact with you, “such a fucking mess already.”

She was right after all, your panties were completely ruined, juices leaking through the fabric, a smear of drool on the side of your mouth, your eyes watering enough to smudge your mascara and there was nothing you could do to fix any of it. Her hand cupped your face, thumb wiping away the drool from your chin with a wicked grin before she stepped toward the bed, lazily pumping her cock she raised a brow at Alex.

“Ready for me?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe.”

“Yeah?” Em’s finger curled under Alex’s chin, guiding her to stand so she could swap places with her, perching on the edge of the bed. Her hands glided up the brunette’s hips, gently wrapping around her waist, guiding her to turn around so she could face you while getting fucked from behind, before pulling her backwards, a hand softly running up her spine, “ready to come on my cock?”

Alex turned the vibe onto a different setting, pulling a gasp from you, your thighs tensing, “oh fuck!”

“Eyes open pretty girl.” She purred from the bed, bracing a hand on one of Emily’s thighs and you whined as you struggled to do what was asked. The pleasure had barely stopped burning under your skin from the first set of orgasms and you weren’t sure you were quite ready for another one yet.

One of Emily’s hands remained on Alex’s waist while the other one wrapped around her cock, sliding the tip through her folds before lining it up and watching as Alex sunk down onto it, letting out a low moan.

“God that feels good.”

“Yeah?” Emily grinned, kissing her shoulder before glancing over at you, “you like my cock stretching you out?”

“Mmmhmm.” Nodding, her eyes gently shut as she began to lazily ride Emily, the toy dragging through her fluttering pussy, squeezing down around it already. The vibe suddenly sprung to life again and you let out a cry, the tears springing back into your eyes as it buzzed directly on your throbbing clit, your cunt clenching down around nothing, aching to be filled.

“Daddy!”

“You’re wrong if you think I’m going to take pity on you.” Emily snapped back, squeezing softly at Alex’s waist, urging her to bounce faster in her lap, “right now is about you watching how pretty Alex looks taking my cock.”

You let out a pathetic whine in response, your thighs quaking, “oh god… fuck… fuck!” The pattern this time got more intense, running at the highest level until dropping down to nothing, then shooting right back up. It was only a matter of seconds until you were crying out, moaning loud as you rocked up high onto your knees, your body needing to move in some way that the other women would hopefully approve of. When you came this time, you felt yourself pulsing harder than before, squirting as you moaned, your panties caught what they could, droplets hitting the floor between your knees. You were barely recovering when you heard Emily laugh darkly,

“God,” she groaned, “such a fucking messy slut.”

“Oh but she does look so pretty when she’s crying.” Alex replied with a moan, Emily’s cock hitting a spot deep within her.

“Well…” she taunted, lips pressing into the side of her neck, “make her do it again then.” She nipped Alex’s earlobe, “really make her cry. Then I’ll make you come.”

Alex’s hand scrambled for the remote, shooting you an almost apologetic look as she flicked it back to the setting that had driven you incredibly wild. You let out a shaky cry as it began to buzz once more, your pussy pulsing around nothing,

“Daddy please!”

“Uh-uh princess.” She replied with a huff, “daddy’s a little busy.” Her hands began to wander Alex’s body, cupping at her chest, rolling her nipples between her fingers, pinching softly while her lips made home in the crook of her neck, her hips continuing to thrust up, driving deeper into Alex. “And I know you want my cock, want that naughty pussy filled.”

“Please!” You sobbed, your entire body shaking as you pulled against the scarf keeping your hands behind your back, “need more…”

“More?” Alex asked with a groan, her eyes cracking open with a sly grin on her lips. She knew the more she could give you right now certainly wasn’t actually the more that you wanted, but who was she to deny you? Her finger pressed a button on the remote and your entire body jolted forward. Pleasure mixed with pain burst through your body, your skin slick with sweat as you yelped, a tear streaking down your cheek. “Come for us,” she purred, “come again sweet girl.”

The toy jolted again and you burst, squirting harder this time, a small puddle forming on the floor by your aching knees. This time Alex kept the vibrations going at the same speed and you continued to cry out, your body shuddering, you were almost thinking about tapping out, looking up at the two women with a pout on your lips when she switched it back to a lower setting and you let out a sob of relief.

Emily chuckled, bracing her feet on the floor so she could drive up into Alex’s pussy harder, her hand drifting down from her chest to find her clit.

“You take me so well.” She murmured into her ear, “and I know you like it. I can hear how wet you are, feel you dripping onto my thighs.”

“M’close.”

“Open those eyes dirty girl.” She directed at you, “watch mommy come.”

You opened your eyes with a whimper, aftershocks still shooting through your body as you watched Emily’s fingers start to rub at Alex’s clit, pulling louder moans and swears from the other woman. The pace which she was bouncing in Emily’s lap began to stutter, her thighs starting to shake as pleasure surged through her body. She could feel herself clenching down around Emily’s cock, feel her juices coating it with each thrust of her hips. She let out a whine at the same moment you did, you’d shifted on your knees, the toy sliding in your panties just enough that it was hitting your swollen nub at a different angle, one that was about to push you over the edge yet again.

“Oh fuck Emily!” Alex moaned, her body shaking as her peak swam over her, Emily’s arm wound around her waist, holding her tight to her as she fucked her through her orgasm, gentle thrusts of her cock until Alex stilled in her lap, cock buried deep within her. She opened her eyes just in time to see your body convulsing as you let out a hoarse yelp, your body threatening to collapse forward onto the floor,

“Please!”

“Please what?” Emily taunted, “you want to come again?” She raised a brow but before you could even shake your head her hand reached out to the remote, flicking the vibe off and you let out a gasp of relief.

“Thank you.” You whimpered, tears rolling down your face, your body heaving as you finally let yourself start to relax, knowing you could come down from your high.

Alex rolled off Emily’s lap, letting herself collapse onto her stomach on the bed, Emily rubbed a hand across her back a few times to check in before she stood, crossing the room to you. Her fingers pinched at your chin again, tilting your head up to her, smirking at the state of you, utterly dishevelled, hair a mess, mascara running down your cheeks, smudged to high hell around your eyes, panties drenched, juices leaking down your thighs into the growing puddle on the floor.

“Learnt your lesson?” She asked and you nodded meekly.

“Yes daddy.” You murmured, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand when she shifted it up, “it won’t happen again. I’ll be good. Promise.”

“Good.” She swatted at your cheek, “now apologize to Alex.”

“M’sorry mommy.”

“Oh sweet girl…” She pushed herself up to sitting, crawling to the edge of the bed, “there’s no need to apologize to me. Besides,” she glanced to the other woman, “I think it’s rather safe to assume daddy enjoys punishing you.” She slipped from the bed, kneeling beside you as she undid the bind around your wrists, raising one arm and then the other to leave gentle kisses where the fabric had been digging into your skin. When she let them go you hunched forward, bracing your hands on the floor in front of you, letting out a few heavy breaths as the sensation began to come back into your arms. Emily’s hand cupped at your cheek again,

“Can you stand?” She asked, her voice much softer than it had been all night and you nodded after a moment, wincing as you started to get to your feet. You felt Alex’s hands on your hips, guiding you up before Emily’s arm wrapped around your waist, her lips brushing the side of your head, “you’re a mess princess….”

“You alright?” Alex asked, her hands cupping your cheeks, thumbs wiping away a few straggling tears, smudging the mascara off your skin and you gave her a tired nod.

“Mmhmm.”

“Good.” She pressed a tender kiss to your lips, “let Emily get you cleaned up, I’ll get the bed nice and ready for you.”

“How do you feel about a bath?” Emily asked softly, squeezing at your side as she guided you toward the bathroom.

“Sounds great.” You murmured, leaning into her embrace as she slowly lead you to the bathroom on shaky legs.

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[gatheredfates]

It's been a little while since I've prompted my server! With Sea's Community Compendium not needing an update this week (unless...?), I thought it might be the perfect opportunity. ⭐

What is SEAFLOOR?

SEAFLOOR's purpose is two-pronged! The first focuses solely on my community projects including, but not limited to; Compendium support, question-drive updates, miscellaneous resources and other bits and bobs. We also have dedicated channels for user sourced/submitted content including:

Resources, prompts and commissions! Every time I see a commission post, gpose prompts or resources that I think will benefit the community at large (especially if it doesn't fit in the Compendium due to time constraints), I'll add it there.

An affirmations channel! Exactly what it says on the tin. You can link positive words and encouragement to people and they can look in the channel if they need a boost.

Fics, drabbles & asks! If you want to promote your writing/work, especially from my question drive, you can do that there.

There are also a few channels specific to the social role.

An events channel! I try to link any upcoming events I see on the dash, though event owners can promote their own specific venues if they want.

Character profiles for RP and writing!

GPosing, LFG and modding discussions. ✨

The second purpose is what's implied above — a social aspect! I struggle with a lot of one on one conversations, so this server lets me reach out to lots of people without the pressure of missing messages. You do not need to join the social aspect to have access to my projects. It is entirely optional and there for people who want to say hi or meet other people in the community. If you just want to be pinged when a question drive is open or I have updated the Compendium, you're more than welcome to utilise the server just for that.

However, because of my time constraints, I have a series of rules that must be adhered to in order for people to participate fully in SEAFLOOR. Though they're explored in more depth in the server, the main crux are below —

SEAFLOOR is adults-only, 21+. This is entirely because I don't have the time to moderate a server that is friendly towards minors and I generally don't allow them in my space. This is for my own comfort, sorry! You're still welcome to utilise my projects.

As this is a server for adults, I expect you to act like adults. This includes, but is not limited to; enacting your own media literacy in muting, blocking and disengaging with people/topics you don't like; doing your due diligence to protect yourself and others with proper content warnings, spoiler tagging and triggers; keeping to Discord's ToS and respecting people's boundaries and privacy. If I have to moderate, I will be harsh in implementation because I don't have the time for it. Like all my projects, if it becomes too much of a chore or detrimental for my mental health, I will delete it without hesitation. This might be a 'public' server, but it is still my server. I won't hesitate.

In sum: 'Be excellent to each other'. Treat others how you want to be treated, don't start discourse and sort your shit in private. Use your common sense and don't be creepy/weird.

If this sounds like something that might be up your alley, you can give the server a shot here! There's a lot of fun, supportive people and I really enjoy the little community that's been cultivated. I hope you will too!

[kowachi]

Twelve Toed Ping, my Avatar Legends OC

"There was already a Twelve Toed Ping on the south side." - Two Toed Ping

Ping is a down on her luck Metalbending construction worker who grew up in Green Meadows, the most industrialized district of Republic City. Her home was destroyed during Kuvira's invasion and so she's been living in the refugee camps with her family (and best friend Bolo the raccoon dog) and taking on odd jobs for whoever pays well enough, including acting as occasional muscle for the Triads. Despite life throwing obstacle after obstacle in front of her, she remains a compassionate and kind person who always looks on the bright side and tries her best to help others (I went with the Idealist playbook!).

Unlike a certain other twelve toed character from the Legend of Korra canon, Ping does not actually have twelve toes, and instead earns her nickname from simply having unusually large feet and a rather low center of gravity.

[wilcze-kudly]

Random idea! What if Bolin was born blind? (or some other type of disability) Since Earthbenders can sense the ground, I think Bolin would have developed seismic sensitivity. And he would probably be very uncomfortable in the south and north poles. And in the tournament, if the opponents were waterbenders or firebenders.

Honestly, that would be very interesting and it would add another layer to his obsession and reverence of Toph, probably seeing her as an inspiration not only due to her skills as an earthbender but due to her managing to do so many things with her disablity.

Him developing seismic sense would be interesting, since it feels rather antithetical to his personality. It's a skill based around being mindful of your surroundings, focused and neutral jing. Things Bolin isn't really good at lol.

So I can see him developing seismic sense, but it not being as advanced as Toph's and that being a source of insecurity for him, as maybe he needs to use a cane in day to day life. I actually think he'd rely more on sound, especially in the probending arena, where it seems footseps and bending reverberate more.

It would make his potential relationship with the Beifongs more interesting too. For example Lin might try to train him more in seismic sense, and maybe feel more protective and attached to him due to remembering her mother lol.

I think Bolin being blind would make Mako like 10x more stressed lol. I think he'd be even more overprotective of Bolin, which would cause more of a rift between tham as Bolin wants to prove that he can handle himself.

Also could Pabu be Bolin's 'seeing eye' ferret is that possible because that would be cool as fuck. He already seems highly trainable so it wouldn't be a stretch. He could for example, help Bolin find things or warn him of incoming dangers and stuff, some of which he already does in canon.

Fun fact,I already do headcanon Bolin with a visual condition, farsightedness. He has very good aim and seems able to hit far off objects spot on, like he did with Wei and P'Li.

But he has awful handwriting, seemingly didn't recognise his own wanted poster as a wanted poster until Mako pointed it out, and didn't seem to recognise two toed Ping until he spoke up.

Sure, all those things might just be for comedy/Bolin being his dense self, but i do find this an interesting concept. Especially that Bolin might not be even aware of his own condition, simply thinking it's like this for everyone (which could lead to him feeling bad about himself). Since he wasn't exacly in a place to get diagnosed as he developed and grew, since he never went to school or a doctors office as a kid.

[dragonpilot]

Pumas F/o list!

Primary

Jin Kazama (Tekken) NO SHARING

Vega (Street Fighter)

Souther (Fist of the North Star)

Shin (Fist of the North Star)

Richard Miller (Time Crisis)

Jotaro Kujo (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure)

Secondary

Agito Kanoh (Kengan Ashura)

Thorkell (Vinland Saga)

Haganezuka Hotaru (Demon Slayer)

Abel (Street Fighter)

Phoenix (Every Journey ; PKMN NextGen OC Story)

Tyler (Pokémon Concierge)

Joe Higashi (Fatal Fury)

Tarrlok (The Legend of Korra)

Nezu Masami (Kengan Ashura)

Casey Jones (TMNT 1987 + 2003)

Toyohiro Kanedaichi (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure)

Akira Yuki (Virtua Fighter)

Geese Howard (Fatal Fury)

Saw Paing Yoroizuka (Kengan Ashura)

Minor

Maximillion Pegasus (Yu-Gi-Oh!)

Raihan (Pokémon)

Amiba (Fist of the North Star)

Garland (Final Fantasy 1)

Mokichi Robinson (Kengan Ashura)

Blader DJ (Beyblade)

Two-toed Ping (The Legend of Korra)

Zartan (GI Joe Sigma 6 + Renegades)

Questioning

Phoenix Wright (Ace Attorney)

Friends

Terry Bogard (Fatal Fury)

Shi-Long Lang (Ace Attorney)

Shinji Kasai (Fanganronpa)

Familial

Pocoloco (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure)

[stray-kaz]

Red Flag Week : a Bob Floyd x reader oneshot

Summary: Periods suck. Robbie doesn’t.

You woke up, facedown in the pillow, already groaning at the telltale ache sawing through your stomach. You burrowed further into the mattress, ignoring the alarm pinging from your phone. You had set it knowing you had things to do today: go to the library, grocery shop, and meet your sisters for lunch. But the beatdown ache from your uterus told you none of those things would be happening today. 

You should have known.

The duvet lifted, cooler air rushed in and a warm hand pressed down lightly in the small of your back, rubbing in slow circles.

“Red flag week, baby?” a low voice murmured. “You were groaning in your sleep, too.”

You nodded your head into your pillow and heard a faint sigh of sympathy.

“I’m sorry. You had big plans today, too, didn’t you?” Bob asked quietly.

“Yes, Robbie” you mumbled, pillow muffled and unwilling to roll onto your back to look at him. “Books. Groceries. Lunch.”

He huffed a laugh and you felt him tilt your head in one large hand to gain access to your cheek so he could plant a kiss on your skin.

“Very big, important plans” he teased gently.

“Not everybody gets to save the world, Robert” you replied dryly, shooting him a half hearted dirty look. “Some of us only get to read about it.”

He grinned at you; he wasn’t wearing his glasses yet and neither were you, so with your terrible vision combined, you could see maybe 75 percent of one another as he hovered over you, t-shirt clinging to shower damp shoulders.

“I only saved it once” he poked back at you. “And may I remind you, baby girl, that you live in this world, so it’s very important to me that I save it.”

Despite the hot ache in your stomach, you finally rolled to see him properly, leaning up on an elbow and clenching your jaw against the pain the movement brought with it. You hooked your fingers in the neck of his t-shirt and pulled him toward you, kissing him gently. You had to admit to yourself, your heart had swelled at his words, its beat picking up just a little.

“Thank you, Robbie” you mumbled against his mouth. “I appreciate it. And I love you.”

Bob smiled and bumped his nose against yours.

“I love you, too” he said, and reached up to kiss your forehead. “Now what can I do to help?”

You sighed and flopped back onto the bed, curling up into a ball to compress the pain.

“Heat, please” you groaned, closing your eyes again. “And the darkest chocolate you can find.”

He muffled another laugh in your hair as he bent over to kiss your head, and nodded against you.

“Heat and chocolate” he repeated. “Got it. Can do. I’ll be fast, I promise.”

“You know that’s never true” you said, and he tossed you a disarming grin before finding his glasses and sailing out the bedroom door.

It was one of Bob’s rare days off, but he was happy to do his bit to make you feel better. When he returned to the apartment you shared on the base, he found you already asleep again, curved on your side, your arms wrapped securely around your middle. He could hear faint snores coming from your side of the bed as he sat down on his side, block of dark chocolate in one hand and a heat pack in the other.

He just sat there for a minute or two, looking at you with your eyes closed, a faint crease of pain in your forehead even unconscious. Then he toed off his boots, placed his glasses and the chocolate carefully on his bedside table and climbed into the bed behind you, settling easily into the places he fit best and easing the warmed heat pack against your back, feeling the warmth instantly seep through the thin fabric of his t-shirt.

He slung an arm over you and nuzzled into the nape of your neck, hoping when you woke the sky would be clearer.

This time, you woke first and Bob only opened his eyes fifteen minutes later, suddenly aware that he was being watched. You were craning your neck to see him, smiling slightly. When you saw him gazing back, you resettled on your pillow and snuggled back into him, the back of your hips fitting neatly against his front.

“Thank you” you murmured.

“Feeling better?”

You nodded. He reached down and grasped your hips, holding you steady, nosing at the nape of your neck.

“How much better?”

You rolled your eyes at his tone and flipped onto your back, looking up into his face.

“I. Am. Bleeding” you reminded him. 

He shrugged one shoulder.

“I know” he said. “But you can still kiss, can’t you?”

You bit your lip on a smile and dragged him down, tugging on his bottom lip, fingers in his hair.

No pressure tag: @withahappyrefrain You don’t have to read, I just love your stuff and wanted to bring you in, in case :)

[ceruleanmusings]

Big Time Audition - Masons

while going through these ep rewrites i couldn't figure out how i wanted to include "big time audition" since the masons don't meet the guys until a few episodes later and this finally hit me! and it also has finally spurred me to re-write the fic depicting them first meeting the guys because, well, frankly I can do it so much better now and make sure each girl's personality stands out a bit more. but, in the meantime, you can see what they were like before the guys changed their lives. (again this is less a rewrite and more a long scene addition but, hey, semantics.)

@witchofinterest @raging-violets @partiallypearl @myloveforhergoeson

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The ping of an email sliding into her inbox set Jazz scrambling off her bed. Finally! Setting aside the half-assembled skateboard deck, trucks, and screws she'd been tinkering with, she landed on the hardwood floor with a heavy thud and grabbed her laptop off her desk. The slam of her fingers on the spacebar cut off the quick lick of a guitar solo slicing through the air. High-stepping over Mel's assorted Nikes scattered on the ground, she approached the pocket door in the nearby wall of her room. Extending her foot, she planted it on the door and slid it open.

It smacked against the interior wall with a heavy thud, revealing Sammi perched on the side of her bed, body curled over her legs where she applied nail-polish to her big toe while bending her head to hold her cell phone in place.

"Jazz!" she shrieked, unfurling from her position. Irritation weighed down her brows as she gazed down at the black line dragging across her toenails. "Do you see what you did! Now i have to start all over!"

"No one's gonna be lookin' at your toes, Sam," Jazz said with a roll of her eyes. "And if they're really getting that close, they have bigger problems."

"You're gonna have big problems! It's taken me two hours to get this design right!" Huffing, Sammi reached over to yank sheets of tissues out a nearby box. "God! if i can't fix this you owe me a new outfit."

"How?"

Sammi uttered a world-weary sigh and spoke slowly. "This design goes with a specific outfit. I can't wear the outfit without the polish and i can't wear the polish without the outfit. It doesn't make sense."

"You don't make sense," Jazz grumbled, resting her laptop on her hip. "Who cares if your toes and your eyebrows match?"

"Just because you dress like Tony Hawk threw up on you doesn't mean everyone wants to walk around looking like a grease stain. Some of us take pride in how we look." Sammi patted her large cloud of curly hair to emphasize her point.

"Yeah, yeah, hope when you swallow that pride you don't choke on it. Blue's not your color—literally." Jazz laughed and danced out of the way of Sammi throwing her large, fluffy pillow at her. "Quit with the dramatics! Look, Aunt Kelly sent us another round of audition videos! From Minnesota this time! —I know." Sammi held the same confused expression on her face Jazz was sure she'd made only a few seconds prior.

Why Aunt Kelly and Uncle Gustavo's last star search stop was in Minnesota of all places, she didn't know. Especially in the middle of winter. Uncle Gustavo didn't do well with the cold. Or people. Or cold people. So this was Hell and Hell freezing over for him at the exact same time. He was not going to be in a good mood.

"Hurry up! I want to see if these people are terrible too."

"Relax, no one can be as bad as Opera Guy," Sammi said with a scoff. "For one, he chose a terrible song for his range. Two, I could have done it better. And three, his shirt was untucked, his tie was too short, and he thought square toed shoes fit this century. He should have called me for help. He would've looked at least half-way presentable, which is the best he could have pulled off."

"Isn't most criticism supposed to come with a compliment somewhere."

"Sure," Sammi said with a shrug. "He'd never be able to afford me."

"Don't break your arm congratulating yourself," Jazz said. "Just hurry up!" Her feet slapped against the ground as she ran out of their connecting rooms, Sammi's phone conversation fading behind her as she jumped down the stairs, slamming to a stop on both landings. Navigating around the corner, she burst through the kitchen and went straight for the connected living room.

A stack of neatly folded blankets sat on the nearby ottoman, the creases so sharp it could cut glass. Just the way their dad liked it. A tray filled with a half empty glass of orange juice, toast two bites away from being finished, a mug with a dredge of dark coffee remaining, scattered silverware, and a balled up napkin balanced on a haphazard scattering of cycling and running magazines on the nearby coffee table.

And Mickey moved about straightening it all: adjusting the dented pillow left on the recliner, tucking the transfer board between the chair and end table, moving the lone navy blue slipper—left foot—to sit just beneath the coffee table, pulled the extended foot rest back in, and rolled up the long cord of the nearby vacuum around her arm.

"Hey." Jazz waved her arm, her voice and movement breaking Mickey out of her productive haze. She paused in the cord rolling, eyebrows lifting in a silent question. Or at least Jazz guessed from her head being pointed in her direction; her long locs hid most of her face. "We got more audition videos from Aunt Kelly. The last stop in Minnesota." Mickey's eyes slowly moved from the tray to the blankets to the recliner and back to the tray. "I'll get Mel so you can finish up," Jazz continued, "But Mick, seriously, Dad's not gonna care if it's not all spic and span by the time they get back."

Her mouth twisted to the side and she was quiet as she placed the wrapped cord around the back of the vacuum. Stepping on the petal that unlocked it, she turned to maneuver it out of the room, stopping only to say, "It matters to me" before passing.

Jazz stepped aside. Mickey preferred to keep everything in the right place to make his life easier. Jazz very much preferred that their dad was still around to have a life.

She made a beeline for the garage, a wall of sound knocking into her once she popped the seal on the door leading off the kitchen. Their dad had made it soundproof the day Mel got her first drum-set for Christmas on year. He re-enforced it every couple of years, for their' mom's sake since she worked most nights he said.

Mel's arms were almost a blur with how fast she hit the drums and symbols in succession. Her shoulders rose and dropped and her body moved along to a groove Jazz couldn't hear, half from the steady drumbeats and half from the large headphones Mel wore over her ears. With a grin, Jazz tiptoed forward until she stood behind Mel, able to see the lines of bright purple weaving into her long, dark braids. It was a recent changeover from her usual cornrows. It made playing goalie in soccer easier without having to fuss about her hair. As captain of the team, she didn't let anything get in her way. Literally.

"Yo!" Jazz snickered when Mel jumped at Jazz's shout after yanking a headphone off her ear. The drumbeat finished off-time due to Mel's flailing. Yanking the other headphone off, Jazz jerked her head backward when Mel whipped around with one drumstick pointed right at her nose. "Easy Jack Sparrow, you'll put an eye out."

"You're mixing up your movies," Mel pointed out, curling in the drumstick to spin it around her fingers. Her chest heaved and Jazz didn't need to check her pulse to know it was high. She swore Mel used drumming as an excuse for exercise as well to keep her skills up. As she liked to point out, you can't have an out-of-shape drummer and Mel needed to work twice as hard to get even some semblance of recognition for her contributions to their school's jam band or percussion section.

"Speaking of movies, we have a new installment of America's Funniest Audition Fails!" Jazz wiggled her laptop around as if displaying a prize on a game show. "Come on!" She started bouncing on her toes. "I want to know if they all sing with those accents."

Mel hummed. "That's assuming they're all able to keep time." That was a sticking point for her from the auditions in Salt Lake City, Philadelphia, and Houston. Most of the auditions, really. That even the well-prepared singers couldn't seem to stay on time with the music they chose. They either rushed or dragged, or worse, changed the arrangement to something so flashy it didn't showcase their voice but rather pointed out the sharp strains, the flat hits, or displayed their flaws rather than their strengths. She went on a rant about each location's auditions for days. (Though that could also be leftover disappointment at not being allowed to audition in D.C., even though they weren't accepting drummers.)

"Well, here's the good part! You can take all the videos of the bad ones, explain why they're so bad, and throw in some of your drum reels and send that to Uncle Gustavo!" Jazz said with a sparkle in her eye, a finger pointed upwards in the air. "All Mom and Dad said was it wasn't a good idea to audition. They never said you couldn't show them your reels by accidentally sending them a link in an email you never meant to send."

Chuckling, Mel grabbed a gray towel with faded Gatorade logos on them and wiped sweat off her brow. "Remind me to hire you as my lawyer."

"Why? They can't get mad at you for that."

"No, but they'll be impressed with how much you can twist their words to fit your needs before they ground you for a month."

Shifting her finger from vertical to horizontal, Jazz wiggled her finger between herself and Mel. "You mean ground us."

Mel laughed and shook her head; her braids swayed as she swung one leg over her stool. "No, I mean you. I'm an innocent bystander."

"Annnd that's exactly where you'll stay if you don't take this chance," Jazz said. Mel's smile immediately dropped to a frown and she scratched at her hairline. "It's an opportunity of a lifetime. You want it bad, so you keep saying, but you're going to let something as small as an email stand in your way? What's that phrase?" She tapped her chin. "Ask for forgiveness rather than permission?"

"Will that still hold up when I shove this down your throat?" Mel asked, waving her drumstick at her.

Jazz grinned, pushing it away. "You know I'm right!"

"No, you're annoying."

"Same thing!"

Laughing, Jazz ran out of the garage, making it to the living room in time for Mel to jump onto her back and the two to slam down to the couch. Jazz managed to move her computer out of the way in time, twisting herself to take the blow of the soft landing. Sammi and Mickey trailed in a few moments later, squeezing themselves onto the couch in their usual order: Sammi on one end, then Mel, Jazz, and Mickey on the other end. Stretching her legs onto the coffee table, crossing the angle with the thin metallic red band over the other, Jazz balanced her laptop on her lap and pressed play on the video.

They laughed, cringed, groaned, and booed through the clipped together reel of auditions. Some people were flat, some were sharp, some didn't even sing, instead choosing to do an interpretive dance about acid rain and a mime act. Unsurprisingly, Gustavo whisked them off the stage fast yelling about how a mime can't have seriously tried to audition for a singing competition. (Plus, he found mimes creepy.)

One girl stood out, someone named Jenny Tinkler, simply because her audition started with her taking in a deep breath and then the shot cut to a firefighter using a fire extinguisher on curtain, some tiles hanging from the ceiling, the recording tilted, a few holes in the wall of the stage, and Jenny running around with security guards chasing after her all the while screaming "But I'm gonna be the next Gwen Stefani!" Kelly could be see in the background, wiping leftover extinguisher

"Whoa," they girls uttered in unison.

"She should come with a warning label," Mel said.

"So should her outfit," Sammi said. "Bows that big only belong on big presents."

"The dog was cute though," Jazz said. They all voiced their agreement as she fast forwarded through the next clips. It was a blur of color, of scuffles, of someone jumping off the stage, of—

"Wait! Go back!" Mel jabbed at a button on the keyboard, sending the reel backward.

"Hey!"

"Just—look!"

She hit another button and the video started playing again. A boy walked on stage wearing audition number 810, wearing a gray sweater and brown pants. He introduced himself as Logan and, instead of singing, started beatboxing.

"Not bad," Mel said after an approving hum.

Gustavo didn't agree by yelling Logan off the stage like everyone else. Mickey made a noise of sympathy at the zoom-in on Logan's shellshocked expression and robotic walk out of the room.

811 was next, a boy in a blue hoodie named Carlos who swung the microphone around until he farted into it, causing Jazz and Mel to crack up and Sammi to utter a sound of disgust.

James was 812, a tall boy with a confident stride and his chin held high. He took his time before he started, looking at his feet, taking a breath, and positioning the swoop in his hair.

"People say I'm the life of the party... 'cause I tell a joke or two..."

"Wow." Sitting next to her, Jazz caught Mickey's soft uttering of awe. And, out the corner of her eye, she watched Mickey sit up straighter and lean closer to the screen.

"Sam?" Jazz appealed.

Sammi nodded once. "He's good," she stated, running a ring along a chain around her neck. And she'd know, she was born with near perfect pitch. Which she loved to remind them about any chance she got. Which Jazz understood, despite how annoying it could get. Any way for them to be different.

"So Minnesota does have some talent," Mel remarked.

Not that Uncle Gustavo agreed with them. Before their very eyes, he started shouting about how the James guy had no talent (Mickry gasped at that) and how he was wasting his time. Then all hell broke loose when some blond guy sporting some impressive eyebrows came into the shot, yelling about Uncle Gustavo not having any talent and then singing about how he was a "giant turd" which started a brawl with security guards.

"Whoa! And I thought people from Minnesota were supposed to be nice!" Jazz said between her laughter which started up again when an older black woman started beating up the security guards with her cane.

"Uncle Gustavo kind of deserved it," Mel said. Sammi nodded in agreement.

"Let's see it again!" Jazz went backward on the clip only to jerk out of the way when Mickey's arm extended past her face, her cell phone in hand. "What the-?" her cry was cut short at the snort she emitted when spotting the deep disapproving frown on Mickey's face. "Oh, this'll be good."

With a sigh and half smile, Mel took thr phone out of Mickey's hand and held it up to her ear. Jazz leaned closer to listen, the buzz on the other end trilling three times until it was picked up.

"Hey Mel," Aunt Kelly greeted her warmly. "Hey girls. What's up?"

"Mickey's mad at you," Mel singsonged.

"How? What did I do?"

"We saw the auditions. Mickey's mad you didn't pick-"

"The hot guy," Jazz cut in.

"The hot guy," Mel repeated, "812."

"That was Gustavo, not me. You know I don't have much of a say."

"Then how do you call yourself a talent scout?"

They didn't need to see her face to know she rolled her eyes. "Look, Gustavo's looking for a certain thing and he didn't have it. So Mickey can be mad at him."

"She is. You should see her face."

"Send it to me. I'll show him."

Snickering, Mel took out her phone to snap a pic of Mickey's still present frown, now with her arms crossed, and quickly sent it over. "For what it's worth, if he went this far and still didn't find someone, that guy may be his best shot."

"Try telling him that."

"We will! We can spam him!"

"Jazz."

"I said spam him. We won't do anything else. This time. We got grounded hard for signing him up for that toupee of the month thing."

"You. You got grounded," Sammi, Mel, and Mickey said in unison.

"Anyway, he seems to have his mind set. I'll try talking to him. He might not want him after being escourted out by security."

"Or, maybe that's the fire he's looking for!" Jazz said. "Just think about it! He'd have a built-in bad boy type!"

"We'll see. I talk to you girls later. I think he's about to yell at the bellhop. I love you. And stay out of trouble."

"We always do," they chorused before saying goodbye and hanging up.

Jazz drummed her fingers on her laptop, a slow smile pushing onto her face.

"Oh no," Sammi groaned at the sight of it.

Mel sighed. "You gonna order something?"

Jazz nodded.

"You gonna send it to Uncle Gustavo?"

Jazz nodded again.

"Are you gonna send a mime to glare at him?"

"Nah," Jazz said, shaking her head. "I could send Mickey to do that for free." She laughed, leaning out of the way of Mickey's attempts to hit her with a pillow.

"Well whatever it is, I'm not going down for it this time," Mel declared. "...Let's go to the library and use their computers. At least that way the IP can't get directly traced back to us."

"Good idea!"

All at once, the girls lept off the couch and raced each other for the front door.

[rosenallies]

for a drag racer au prompt maybe Marcia telling the other two they’re pregnant 😚

Marcia is meticulous, organized and tidy they kept track of everything in their life.

When they woke up early on a cool November morning expecting to find that their period had come but it hadn’t, an unfamiliar feeling rushed through them. They’d been trying for months to get pregnant, but had given up in the recent months unable to handle the meltdowns that came when their period did. They were always emotional close to their period, but this was something else. Not Sasha or Anetra could find a way to pull them out of the depression that spilled over into the days after their period, so they figured if they stopped trying then the effect wouldn’t be so disastrous.

They tip toed back to the bedroom, poking Sasha in the side since she was the lighter sleeper of the two still in bed.

“Sash- I’m pregnant,” they whispered into the darkness, “I’m pregnant, Sash, wake up!”

Sasha’s eyes flew open at the frantic way their voice sounded. Clutching her chest, she breathed, “Marcia, what’s the matter?”

“I’m pregnant,” they all but squealed.

“Pregnant? We stopped trying, I didn’t even know you had any tests left after we threw the ones we had left away,” she stopped, the look on Marcia’s face suddenly giving her a realization, “you took a test, right? That’s how you know?”

Marcia shook their head. “No, but I’m late and it feels somehow…different this time. It’s like I know it. We need to go to the store to get some tests to be sure, though. I want to post it on instagram!”

Sasha sighed sadly. “Honey, you’re only a day late? I think we should wait a few days and definitely longer to tell people even if it is positive.”

“I know, I know, I wouldn’t post it until I was a few months along but Sash, I’m telling you. It’s different. We just need a test to confirm.”

“Darling, a test might not even be able to tell yet.”

Marcia looked as though they might cry, their lip wobbling. “But-“

Sasha sighed. “Okay, okay, we’ll go to the drug store. Go wake Anetra for me? She’ll want to come.”

Smiling, Marcia nodded, skipping with a nervous excitement back to the bedroom to arouse Anetra.

Once Anetra was coaxed from bed, they all piled into the car and headed for the drugstore where Marcia proceeded to buy a bag full of tests.

‘Just in case,’ they’d said.

Not too much longer after that, they’d all crammed themselves into the bathroom, watching Marcia pace while they waited for the timer to be up. Anetra was quiet while Sasha whispered sweet nothings to them, Anetra had no interest in being pregnant herself, in fact, it scared her half to death, and everytime Marcia fell into a depression from not being with child, guilt pinged Anetra hard in the chest because she knew it couldn’t be her to provide a child for them to raise.

Finally, after what felt like forever, the timer went off and Marcia’s breath hitched. The others had not gotten their hopes up but Marcia was sure there would be a little ‘+’ on the test.

“Count of 3?” Anetra said softly, nervous herself.

“1,” Sasha said.

Anetra sucked in a breath. “2.”

“And 3,” Marcia finished, picking the test up off the counter, holding it in their hands for a moment before turning it over, Anetra and Sasha peering over their shoulder.

“Oh my god,” Anetra gasped first, breaking the silence.

Sasha nodded in agreement with Anetra’s sentiment, though ever the most practical she suggested Marcia take another test.

Lo and behold, the second test gave the same answer.

“I’m pregnant, I knew it,” Marcia said, tearing up.

It suddenly set in for all three of them and tears gathered in all their eyes as Sasha and Anetra fussed over Marcia, who smiled tearfully, placing a hand on their tummy. “They’ll be a summer baby.”

[cannondisabledcharacters]

Accepted Characters 8/12/2024

Murray from Full of Beans

Jamie from Pollyanna Grows Up

Pollyanna from Pollyanna

Leo from Dusk Diver

Casey Jones from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2012)

Daisy Mae from Animal Crossing New Horizons

Olive from The Odd Squad

Two Toed Ping from Legnd of Korra

Kisuke from Muramasa: The Demon Blade

Sonia (Numbuh 83) from Codename: Kids Next Door

Helen Koizumi from Chargeman Ken

Pyra/Mythra/Pnuema from Xenoblade Chronicles 2

Janaff from the Fire Emblem series

Masamune from pop'n music

Daisy Mae from Animal Crossing New Horizons

Kurumi Ebisuzawa from School Live!

Ignatius from the Fire Emblem series

Benny from the Fire Emblem series

Captain Hook from Namesake

1980 Request remain

[thestoriesincoffeestains]

Happy Headline [Katyrina/Darcy]

@aquamanandfriends​

[ Previously On ]

The next few weeks, months, flew in a blur of mundane activity. At first, Katyrina wondered if it was best to give Darcy space--to let him distance himself from her before it had any impact on his reputation at work. She busied herself trying to repair the damage Dimitri had done to her life, which--as Darcy promised--wasn’t as extensive as Katyrina thought, if only because Darcy had warned her bosses of what happened. She picked up shifts at The Little Shoppe of Flowers, started freelancing at local funeral homes again, and enrolled in two night classes to begin earning her degree. 

Even with her schedule full, her thoughts lingered on the man who not only saved her life, but gave it new vigor. After a week since falling asleep in the security of his arms, Kat started texting him, making no reference to the case or her kidnapping. An unusual animal friendship video here, a good morning selfie there, a genuinely curious D&D question or headcanon about her underdeveloped fairy character there. More than once, she invited him over for dinner--or breakfast, when their night shifts ended in sync. Each time, Katyrina toed the line, but never crossed it; brushing her knee against his beneath the table, sitting close to him on the couch, kissing his cheek goodnight, but never more. Never a public date or the first kiss they deserved. 

Weeks dissolved into months until the morning her phone pinged with a news alert: Kingsley Apprehended at Estate, Charged With Kidnapping, Money Laundering, Tax Evasion... Katyrina stared, certain she was dreaming or hallucinating, before shoving her phone aside to refocus on applying makeup to Mr. Swanson, an elderly blond gentleman who needed a touch of concealer to hide the bruises on his face. It was late, chilly as always in the funeral home’s basement. Tala’s podcast played from her earbuds, keeping her too distracted to notice the sound of a door creaking open. 

[alexagirlie]

January Omegaverse Challenge 2024

Day 8: Surprise (Masterlist) Fandom: The Last Kingdom Pairing: Sihtric/Uhtred Rating: M Summary: Uhtred comes home on his birthday and Finan has left him a very special surprise. Modern au. tags: birthday surprise. light bondage.

Uhtred arrived home that evening to a surprisingly quiet and empty house. He frowned and strained to catch any sound deeper in the house but his mate Finan must not be home. He hung his keys up on the hook next to the door and spotted a note on the table they kept against the wall next to the hall closet. His name was written on the outside in Finance elegant penmanship.

Uhtred snatched it up and eagerly opened it so he could read the contents. Finan didn't usually leave him notes like this.

'Happy early birthday my Love. I had to pop in to work for a few hours but I left a surprise for you on the bed. I hope you like it.'

Curiousity peaked Uhtred toed off his shoes and padded down the hallway and up the stairs to their bedroom. Right before he opened the door his cell phone pinged with an incoming text message. He paused to pull his phone out and saw a new message from his mate. Finan must have seen the door alert and sent Uhtred a message knowing he was home.

'Yes I mean it.'

Uhtred smiled to himself at the cryptic words and sent a quick text back. 

'Meant what?'

'You'll see. Go enjoy your present.'

He grinned harder as he slid his phone back into his pocket and finally opened the door to their bedroom. The light was off so the room was shrouded in darkness. He flicked the lightswitch on and gasped loudly at what greeted him.

On the bed was a sight he never thought he would see, but that both he and Finan had spoken about together and had both fantasized about. An Omega. A naked and aroused Omega. Uhtred's crush from across the street, Sihtric Kjartansson.

Uhtred and Finan were an unusual couple to say the least, as it was rare for two Alphas to pursue any sort of relationship, let alone become mates, but they worked well together and Uhtred had never loved anyone as much as he loved Finan. But lately the both of them had been struggling with the feeling that something was missing, someone was missing from their bond and both had felt an immediate connection with the Omega that had moved in across the street from them.

Sihtric was charming and friendly and so beautiful with dark hair that was a decent, pullable length on top with the sides shaved short. He had cheekbones for days and the most unique eyes Uhtred had ever seen, one was a beautiful warm brown while the other was a bright blue. Uhtred had never seen eyes like that before and he often found himself lost in them whenever he and Sihtric spoke.

Eyes that were now watching Uhtred with a mix of mischief and nervousness as Sihtric was sprawled on the bed, naked with his hands above his head and secured to the headboard with a length of Finan's softest ropes. A blood red ribbon with a massive bow was wrapped around his cock which was standing at full attention, red and wet at the tip.

Sihtric grinned shyly at him. "Surprise.”

tags: @gemini-mama

[a03-anxiousandafraid]

I'll just do a D for draw and W for write to make it easy to parse! I hope you're having a good day and have fun doing these!

🌼 D, 🎀W, ♬: W, and ☁: D

Thank you so much for the ask!!! ❤ and that's perfect ty ty :)

🌼 I have a pair of black joggers that have quickly become my favorite pants for comfy time and I'm embarrassed to say I actually bought them because a fanfic made them sound comfy. BUT THEY WERE CORRECT! I also have 2 shirts I got for free from my first job that are just stupid soft and are just the coziest so I wear them interchangeably. When I draw I'm usually contorted sideways in a terribly unhealthy way on the couch and these let me be weirdly flexible. Also I am wrapped in a blanket 99% of the time as well hahaha

🎀 omg could list a lot of people hahaha Yall on here SO kind and supportive and inspire me a lot. When talking about ideas or reading other people's writing I have to say farore-or-less, deiliamedlini, and embywolf have been incredible motivators for me ❤ (and art wise I'm constantly inspired by newtsnaturethings and redundantz) --removing the @ so I don't accidentally ping everyone and annoy them haha--

♬ I am SO distractible. I am so impressed by people who can listen to themed playlists while they write because if there are lyric I CANNOT focus and write. I love putting on live bossa nova youtube videos because it's a comfortable cozy ambient that makes me feel like I'm in a coffee shop but without the extra noise and people :) "Cozy Coffee Shop" and "Relaxing Jazz Music" on youtube are two of my go-tos

☁ HAHAHA okay omg so believe it or not my guilty pleasure in drawing is to draw anthropomorphic or semi-anthro characters. Nothing nsfw, I am not talented enough for that hahaha, but I've always loved drawing animals and creatures ever since I was a kid but for years tried to force myself to draw people so as a little treat I let myself sit on the couch late at night and draw cute little cat people and D&D character ideas that have horns just because 😭

Thank you so much for these <3 I feel like yall are getting a glimpse into my scampy raccoon life hahahahaha but it's always fun to answer stuff :)

[randomingoftherandomness]

27 for the romantic confession dialogue prompts, pairing if your choice :3

Mon Veraaaa ﾟヽ(o♡o)/ Thank you for the prompt! I think I will go for Mowen x Lan Jue (with a h i n t of mowen x lan jue x zhang ping) :) It's been a hot minute since I wrote a fic,s o o...

No. 27: “i feel your absence in everything that i do alone, in every place i go without you.”

~*~*~

There's a certain beauty that dances on Peizhi's brow when the moon is bright enough to skim the rims of their drinking cups. As if some deity from above would like to linger on him for a just moment more, sighing for a heart's beat longer.

Mowen can empathise.

It's now deep enough into the night hours that he should probably call it quits and make his way home. In a carriage, of course, he knows better than to drag his feet, stumbling halfway across the city to his own manor.

"When do you leave for Yiping?" Mowen asks, darting his eyes over to Peizhi, feeling his traitorous heart kick a half-beat at the smile that curls on his lips.

"In a fortnight."

"He'll be happy to see you," Mowen tries around the clicking of his throat. I know I would be, he doesn't say.

Peizhi's laugh is deep and melodious in the night air between them. Tinged with the sweetness of the wine, Mowen indulges in the sound. Allows himself to be warmed by the timbre even as he has to look away.

"Will you miss me?" He teases gently, rolling the wine cup between his fingers. "Because I will."

When he doesn't receive an immediate answer, he swallows tightly. Is this the moment Peizhi feels like he has toed a line? Before, Mowen had accepted that between them, there was never a need to quantify this ephemeral thing between them, never had a cause or reason to feel as if he needed an assurance.

But since he'd come back from the South, since the incident...

In his quiet moments, Mowen sometimes wonders what would have happened if Peizhi had loved Gu Qingzhang just that bit more. Just that bit more that it was enough to close his eyes to what he had planned.

(In those same moments, Mowen imagines a reality where Peizhi would love him with even a fraction of how much he loves his Shulin)

Just when Mowen begins to thread through those first syllables to deflect, to play his question off as a joke, Peizhi speaks.

“I feel your absence in everything that I do alone, in every place I go without you.” And that, in all its midnight sincerities, has Mowen breathless, eyes wide and on Peizhi as he climbs to his feet, coming to crouch in front of him.

Warm eyes search his own and Mowen is speechless. The air rushes out of his lungs in an exhale as he lifts a hand to touch the corner of Peizhi's smile.

"You..."

"Me?"

Mowen shakes his head, pursing his lips tightly in a failing effort to hide a smile of his own. "Incorrigible."

"But I'm not a liar," Peizhi says, his hand cupping Mowen's jaw. "Not to you. Never to you."

Mowen levels him with a look. "Only for good reasons!" Peizhi sputters, embarrassment colouring his cheeks a faint pink that dances delightfully all the way to the tips of his ears.

Pulling him closer, Mowen buries his face to a shoulder, sighing deeply. "I'll miss you when you're not here."

"I know you will," Peizhi's voice is a soothing rumble to his cheek. Clever fingers move to settle at his nape. "Which is why I've asked for special dispensation for you to come with me."

That has Mowen pulling back, lips parted in shock. "Peizhi!"

"Giving credit where credit is due, Zhang Ping helped!" He answers, laughter sneaking in between each word when Mowen begins to shake him by the shoulders. "He helped a lot!"

Groaning, he folds himself back against Peizhi's body, shaking with the laughter of his own. "What am I going to do with the two of you?"

"Well," Peizhi hums, pressing their cheeks together. "Just know that we will always feel your absence when you're away from us."

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