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fairy-lights-and-blobs · 2 years ago

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Alright, let's try and do something here, shall we?

Danny would tell you he was having a normal, not at all weird night.

That is, until he felt the weirdest summon ever tugging at his core, calling him through the Veil to answer the call for the Ghost King. The feeling from the ritual felt like what he'd expect old Pariah's ectoplasm to feel like, if it spent millennia rotting away, with no connection to the Realms.

Nowadays, Danny lived full-time in his Keep, what with everyone he cared about being ghosts, or Liminal enough that they would be happier among ghosts, so he didn't even bother changing his form. They called for the Ghost King, therefore he would answer. At least, even if the summoning didn't go anywhere, he would be able to purge the rotten ecto before leaving. So it was really no surprise to find himself hovering above a pool of the stuff, as it bubbled and oozed quietly, simmering with rage of those that took a dip in it, and the Former King's madness,

"Uhhhh, you guys know you have a pit of nasty sewer water in your basement, right? Because...that's just plain nasty, and you really shouldn't be swimming in it." Taking a good look around the place where the summoning occurred revealed a weird cult gathering: people all dressed in leather and silks, some old man that was clearly past his expiration date, a woman that looked like she belonged in a battlefield as an Angel of Vengeance, and a tiny child clutching her leg and staring at the entity the weird cult had summoned. Oh, the Old Man was talking, wasn't he? Oops, Danny might've been a bit...distracted there.

"-you will grant me your power and immortality, and in exchange we shall grant you any sacrifice you desire." Oh joy, another Death maniac...would it kill them to summon Danny for anything else? Like that sleepover he got accidentally summoned to, because a bunch of teenagers and their non-believer friend decided to put it to the test and summoned him. Needless to say, he gave them the old "be gay, do crimes, and touch grass" salute and left before anyone could try to ask him out on a date, or something. He's a tad too old to be dating teenagers, anyways. Ancients, Ellie would have a fit if she knew he'd called himself old. The little shit gave him a goddamn cane when he turned 30, as if he's going to wither away and die anytime soon...

"My Lord? Does the offer displease you?" The woman he has noticed before seemed divided between hoping it did, and not wanting to offend him, so he floated over to the ground to be more level with her. "Not so much displeased, as it is nonsensical. I'm already going to get those sacrificed souls when they grow old, and I have all the Time in the world to wait for them, and the stories they will tell when they cross into my domain. Why would I want souls? And besides, did you notice Mr. Raisin Man has already passed his expiration date years ago? He's almost as rancid as the pit behind me!" Oop, that was a sword in his chest. Wow, lady sure moves fast. He might've been dead if he was a human. "You will grant Ras al Ghul the respect he's owed, shade!" So, he's her dad, then. Fun.

"First of all, lady, that was a smooth transition from standing to stabbing me. Secondly, if you're going to try and kill me, at least take me out on a date before you take me out with a sword. And lastly, I dont know who that guy is, but I've never met a good Death cult, especially when their Leader looks like he's cosplaying a vampire." Danny closed his hands around her and gave her a smug grin as he opened a mini portal to his room and pulled the sword through "Also, since you went to the effort of finding the shortest way to my heart, I'm going to keep the sword to remember you by." Ancients, she just might find him stupid enough to send him back without a deal.

Unfortunately, Talia al Ghul very much had a type, and it's good-looking stupid himbo, so no dice on the dismissal. Now she was interested in this being, who laughed at Death, and had no care for any efforts made to kill him. And just as unfortunately, Ras was also interested, but instead in taking it's power for himself."Shade, as your summoner, I order you to strip yourself of your powers, and you will instead hand them to me. Do this, and I might consider sparing your existence-" too bad for Mr Raisin Man, Danny was neither compelled not eager to comply. "Yeah, I'm gonna stop you right there, buddy. You sound like a Frootloop, and I'm tired of dealing with those, so no dice."

Instead, what he did was float off the ground again, and plunge Ras' throne into a bubble of pure Darkness and shifted into his new Eldritch form, grabbing the man's head in hands that had too many fingers, sharp claws pricking at his scalp as the Entity stared him down with too many eyes, speaking in a language that made his ears bleed, from a mouth of too many sharp teeth, his tail curling around the worm's body in a freezing grip that left no escape. That's when the screaming started, as the Demon's Head was subjected to The Horrors, his mind deteriorating quickly, until he was an empty husk, mind drained of sanity (Frighty was gonna be so proud of him!!!!). He dropped the man, now even more of a raisin, and turned back to normal and he perched on the arm of the empty throne. "So, anyone else wants to try a similar deal?"

In the commotion of Assassins being frozen in place by the horrific sight, wailing at the death of their leader, the Pit bursting into a frenzy at the rage of it's King, and Talia considering if this was a good chance to take leadership of the League to herself, baby Damian had let go of her and stumbled his way to the entity sitting on Grandfather's throne. The baby innocently stared up at the man, gave him the biggest puppy dog eyes he'd ever seen (and Ellie had practically perfected them, so he'd know) and, as he almost fell over, Danny gently held him up and sat him on his lap, cooing softly at the baby. "What is it, little prince? Are you coming to get revenge for your Grandpa?" The child grabbed his hand and bit his finger as valiantly as he could, then looked up and squealed a loud, happy "DADA!!!!" and flopped against Danny's stomach like a contented rabbit.

The happy giggling of her son, alarmingly NOT at her side, as he'd been so far, had Talia turning around to the Entity, at the same moment he ran gentle fingers through baby Damian's hair and gave her a look she knew well from the time spent with Bruce Wayne. " I mean, I'm still waiting on your mom asking me out on that date, but I'd be happy to be your dad!"

That's it, no matter how Eldritch and horrifying he might've showed himself to be, this stupid himbo needed to know his place. And, as far as Talia was concerned, that would be at her side, as she ruled the League. He's a stupid idiot, but dammit if he wasn't the charming kind of stupid...

@fisticuffsatapplebees @skulld3mort-1fan you wanted a tag, dears, so here's your tag :D

I hope this is at least entertaining. I really need to start writing more often, and here on Tumblr, I get a great source of prompts.

I had a very cursed thought and I'm choosing violence and making it Tumblr's problem:

Bruce had his thing with Talia. It led to the Stabby Child that is Damian.

Except, Damian has 2 dads.

Bruce, biologically his Father, and Daniel James Phantom, brought to their world by the Lazarus Pit, who "convinced Ras to retire" (aka turned his mind to mush through Eldritch Madness of Revelation). Talia took over, and, thinking herself The Chosen One, allowed the guy to court her.

In fact she isn't some Chosen One. She's a badass woman who could kill Danny easily, and he's very into that. And it's not helping that she's very attractive, and her kid is very feral and like to fight, like baby ghosts also like to do.

Eventually the Bats get wind that there's been a Change in Management in the League, and they come to investigate. Bruce expects the worst, Tim is just praying Ras is dead and he can get his spleen back, Jason is mildly disturbed that it might mean Talia is leading the Assassins, and Dick is keeping Gotham safe while the others are out.

They expect a cruel dictatorship, or a mound of corpses piles in a corner.

They did NOT expect to see a tiny Damian fight a guy dressed in League armor, a Cape and a crown of black iron, who could've been Wayne Adoption Bait if he was younger, while the guy laughs and corrects his form. Every blow the child is allowed to land simply passes through him.

Talia got herself a very comfy throne (Danny gifted it to her, saying some cheesy line like "no other would be fit for a Queen like you") made of Starlight and Ice, from which she can watch her on and her Beloved bond and train, while her new and improved League watch on as their Prince takes joy in his training and the pride his parents have in him. Soon he shall move to Gotham to meet his other dad, and learn from him as well, so he may know his family and make his destiny as he wishes.

TLDR: Danny is a simp for strong deadly lady and a good dad to her kid. She's indulging in his attention and caring. The bats are confused. Jason can feel the Ghost Adoption that will be coming his way when Danny "Ghost King" Phantom learns of his existence. The League of Assassins, even while they kill people to maintain Wolrd Order, treat Talia, Danny and Damian like the spies in SpyxFamily act towards Loid and Anya :)

Bruce: *opens his mouth*

Talia: You can't adopt my love

Bruce: *closes mouth*

I go a little feral for Jason viewing Talia as his mom so I am 100% behind Danny adopting Jason. Maybe Tim follows him after learning what Danny did to Ras and let's him have his spleen back, tho only on the condition that his own doctors put it back in. Who knows what Ras has done to it and with ecto involved its better to be safe than sorry. Tim is amazed that they can put the spleen back in at all due to how long its been outside his body.

Is this going to turn Poly with Bruce/Talia/Danny? Cause I'd read that!

Lmao imagine everyone going on vacation in the Ghost Zone. I'd read that too!

#dp x dc #talia al ghul #danny phantom #damian wayne #league of assassins #ras al ghul #old man got made into a raisin

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dbunicorn · 1 year ago

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I remember when this movie came out. So disgustingly creepy/terrible. It's like being stalked by unstable idiots at airports, schools, restaurants, Canada, Costa Rica, Mexico, New Mexico, Florida, Oregon. God I loathe Oregon, Vietnam and new Zealand. Trump 2020. 🇱🇷 And on your own property.

Oops I said it out loud and typed it. Thank God children are safe in this country with it's Democratic institutions and intense legal framework. I know PM modi is here to celebrate internet shutdowns in the Punjab and the peaceful coexistence of minorities in Kashmir. That global free press thing and first amendment really seems to be working out. The heavy security at the airport at midnight felt really safe, even as a bunch of touts told me how unsafe I was.

Relax, calm down, you're safe, stay, thank you, you're so strong........Americans do lip service perfectly. It's not like you don't know where I live, you don't need the Hubble telescope to find me. I see your car regularly. 💋

11 years ago I wrote my local superintendent about the lawsuit that almost bankrupted the local school district, the raise the teachers wanted, and unfunded liabilities. I was such a Luddite then.....man did I get harassed. Wow things change so much. 🇱🇷🇨🇦

2 countries, 4-6 schools, same BS. Goodness, intellectual rigor and honesty makes me feisty.

Cuz perhaps Saskatchewan is an option...

Tell me a story imbecile.

#woodinville #washington #hypocrisy

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tathrin · 2 years ago

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#yeah kiss my entire ass cormac mccarthy What's up with Cormac Mccarthy? I've only seen some of the movies based on his books. Are his westerns hollow or something?

Ohhh ha ha ha so. This may not even be entirely his fault? I don't actually know enough about him and his writing to say for sure, because the one book of his that I did read filled me with so much rage that I would sooner set myself on fire than read another.

I was in college (art school, majoring in comic books) and I took all the writing classes that I could squeeze into my schedule because I love writing too (storytelling is where my heart lies, and I thought I would do that with pictures at first, but turns out I actually like writing prose more, oops). Well, my Creative Writing professor had clearly ended up at the wrong school somehow and was deeply frustrated about it — because let us just say that most of the kids at this school were not in my boat re: love of writing, and they only took classes like these because they needed a few non-art credits to graduate.

So the level of interest/talent he got out of his students was mediocre at best. (They weren't there to write, they were there to draw or sculpt or design. Of course 98% of them were half-assing or less their non-art classes.) So he was really excited to have someone who liked writing and was good at it and was excited to be there...!

But. he liked Literature. And only Literature. And I used the Capital L there on purpose, because he was one of those folks where you can just HEAR the sneer when he says "gen-re fic-tion," you know? Looked waaaaaay down his nose at all the stuff that I would consider actually good and interesting books in favor of Boring Person In Boring Life Does Boring Thing That Changes Nothing About Boring World, Wow What A Commentary On The Human Condition That Was! So Deep! Much Thought! etc type books.

(So you can see what I thought of the stuff he liked, too.)

So here I am, turning in all these stories with spaceships and witches and robots and shit and it's the best writing he's gotten from one of his students in years. He's thrilled! ...and so distressed because Why Won't I Write Real Stories? I could be Such A Great Writer if I would just get over my interest in this Genre Stuff! Woe! Alas! Weeping! etc. Someday I'll Grow Out Of It, Surely, Because I'm So Talented! All that jazz.

He wasn't a dick about it; he was actually a very nice fellow. We were COMPLETELY incompatible, but he was nice and so I tried to be nice in turn even as I gave my very honest opinions about all the boring-af shit he had us reading lmao.

So, I'm being A Good Sport about it every time he assigns his Boring-AF Projects where I'm not allowed to put in rayguns and magic swords and alien species and all the stuff that makes writing fun. But I still put in effort, and turn in good (if boring-af) pieces, and participate in class (and argue very politely for The Merits Of Genre Fiction), etc etc. He's delighted to have me, and I have no doubt that I was one of his favorite students ever, even though I had Shit Taste In Books. So he decides he's going to give me a treat! He's going to make our next assigned book a Genre Book! I'm going to be Delighted!

He assigns us Cormac McCarthy's The Road. I don't know if you've ever read it, but: don't. It was intolerable. Second-worst book I've ever read. It's a Post-Apocalypse story about some dude and his kid walking across the world to...idk. Walk? Be a Metaphor? I don't fucking know. Nobody has a name because That's Deep. And because we're being extra deep, we're going to Write Badly On Purpose because it symbolizes the Breakdown Of Society!

And by "written badly on purpose," I mean we're throwing out the entire concept of Writing So Your Shit Can Be Read By Human Eyes.

Apostrophes no longer exist! Commas hardly do either! Or sentences! Or quote marks! Or any form of useful punctuation whatsoever! Just a bunch of either fragments or endless run-ons trudging away into the abyss until you're ready to throw your soul down there with them just to fucking escape. Paragraph breaks only happen when a scene changes! Your eyes skitter-off the page as though it was coated with teflon, your energy sinking into a bleak grey misery that isn't even alert enough to qualify as despair. Every section leaves you a little less alive than before. This is drudgery, the very concept of dullness distilled into ink and printed out for all to read and suffer. I give you an except, but I don't suggest you actually read it because I'm not that cruel:

Oh my gods it was unreadable. I think my eyes actually bled. And to make it even more of a slog, it was clearly written by some dumb-fuck who'd never actually read any post-apocalyptic stories, and thought that he was Far Too Clever to need to do any actual research on the genre that he was "elevating" with his "literary style" or what-the-fuck-ever, because every character in it was so bum-fucking stupid that there was NO WAY any of them would have lived five minutes in an actual fucking wasteland. Also every single Wasteland Cliche that you can imagine, without a drop of originality or subversion or even lampshading or clever commentary or anything. It was all just...there. In the shallowest, blandest way possible.

(He also never actually defined or even hinted at What Happened, I presume because he was too dumb to figure out a backstory this was Literature and not Genre and thus Proper World Building Wasn't Necessary Because This Was A Metaphor Or Something idk fuck it. Like...sometimes there were gas-masks? but also people didn't need them? and there didn't seem to be radiation in a way that hurt anybody, but there also seemed to be Radiation Aesthetics going on...? It was just. so badly done.)

And our protagonists were SO stupidly incompetent. Just, complete idiocy, countered with Incredibly Convenient Random Happenstances (you would not believe how many Untouched But Easily Accessible Stashes Of Food these fuckers stumbled over oh my gods) to save their asses from their self-inflicted imminent death over and over and over again. An absolute travesty of a book, written in the worst fashion possible.

Needless to say, the essay I turned in on the book tore it about seven new ones. I SHREDDED it from first word to closing paragraph. Did not find one single redeeming or enjoyable thing about that clusterfuck of a "story" (and I use the term loosely) and I made sure everyone knew it. I wasn't shy about my opinion of the arrogant asshole who wrote it, either, and what I thought of the choices he'd made in writing that way, and the lack of talent and intelligence he'd demonstrated throughout.

My poor professor was devastated. He'd thought this would be my favorite book of the whole class! He picked it especially for me, as a treat! And I LOATHED it. (I hadn't realized it was supposed to be a gift to before I wrote the essay, or I probably would have been gentler in my disassembling of it. But I only discovered that when he handed the essay back. Poor man. I did feel a little bad about that. But oh my gods the book was horrible.)

So I have no idea what kind of author Cormac McCarthy is in general, or whether he's more tolerable (or even hypothetically enjoyable, I suppose) when he's writing whatever he does usually. This may be a complete outlier: an attempt to try something new (that failed abysmally) from a guy who normally writes Just Fine. I don't know! And I'm not interested in finding out, because to me he will always be the egotistical shithead who wrote the most spirit-draining, eye-torturing travesty of a book ever printed called The Road and he will not be forgiven for that crime.

#rants #i'm not tagging this with his name because i presume there must be people who actually do like his books because they keep selling somehow #and so i presume that whoever is in the cormac mccarthy tag doesn't want to read me shitting all over im so we'll just once again go with:#yeah kiss my entire ass cormac mccarthy #which frankly feels like the only tag i'll ever need to have on my blog for navigation purposes involving him tbh #least favorite books #me

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silvermuffins · 2 years ago

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Pokemon Scarlet Livblog! Part 8!

We sort of have my e key functional again. Sort of. sort of.

ah yes we are just outside Alfornada, time to catch some pokemon! like Peach the Klefki. And Zotini the Sinistea. hmmmm are there Gothita here or will I have to breed one of a Gothorita? ...OH WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT???? ESPATHRA?? oops i killd it. Dos it volv from Flittle???

aaaaaa i got attackd by a lokix in a wall...but hy Faxly is evolving! can swap out for Ralts

a quick google tells me I will have much better luck catching a gothorita and breeding a gothita. name her Chitekki.

I think we're ready for the town now. damn the music here is great.

One girl mentions cute pokemon mosaics on the observatory that look like old video games. we're gonna see some old sprites? YES OH MY GOD. AND PRE-GEN 3, AT THAT! MY CHILDHOOD!

ok gym time! Nemona is here ofc. oh we battle this time?

I am very overleveled! Wham wham wham.

seriously why does Nemona always look like she can barely control her tera orb???

Palermo has evolved into Gardevoir, and if Gooble also...yep, so we can use a stone and knock Gallade out of the dex, too! So next we grab Drowzee and....Haunter we need to trade for. Pichu I can do tho!

Okay, Gym Test time! ...exercise? Emotional Spectrum Practice? is this gonna be some kind of mindfulness manifesting thing.....

!!! DENDRA?! ohhhh so I got it wrong before, Dendra and Miriam aren't a couple. They're a polycule with Tulip, is that it? ....oh Dendra honey you had a type disadvantage.

how the fuck did I miss that that shortens to ESP. oh well, that was neat. i guess. Oh! And a battle! ohhhh there is more. and probably another battle. Jupe is overlveled and knows Bite so he's legit just chewing through every psychic.

yah time to chew through Tulip too....damn she's working two phones at once. a very busy lady. hm....i feel weird? something feels odd.

also a bunch of these gym leaders seem like...being GL is almost more Inconvenient assigned burden than anything? really feeling it between Larry and Tulip, somthing's odd about this league.

a slight miscalculation. No matter, Pebbles has things well in hand.

TULIP SAID MY BEAUTY RIVALS HERS???? oh and she does want to poach me. hm.

! RIKA....who is this sassy lost child. who let a child into the e4, i am deeply concerned.

climbs the mountain....hey I can see my house from here! wow what a stunning viw of the region.... eyyyy Hosenose is evolving, I can get this awful thing out of my party. mmkay I don't have a Slakoth so Bounsweet is up next. OOH THRE IS A DRATINI. fuck I accidentally killed it! oh there's another. fuck i killed that on too.

accidentally drowns

hy another dratini! oh thank god i didn't kill it this time. GOT IT name you a Snoo.

DIVES DOWN A SEVERAL HUNDRED FOOT WATERFALL WHEEEEEEE

where the fuck am i

okay w flew back to school but man i am Sleepy i am putting it down for now

Tomorrow we classes, bonding, and ideally beat up a titan and ortega. that will b in this post se you in a line break or two.

otay! I slept good and have nowhere to be for about seven hours.

School! ...I think there's one E4 we havn't met yet? or I just don't remember. Anyway classes

oh god we have finals

fani crying into a sandwich at 3 am as she tries to study

oh hey we're finally learning about the terastal phenomenon

ohhhh so Professor Sada invented Tera Orbs to bring Terastallization both out of Area Zero and into mainstream use. ...Clavell was on the team??? And didn't Clavell used to work with Jaqc?

i smell fodder for some creative work

FUCK first time I've ever got a class question wrong because competitive confuses the fuck out of me. dammit. I wanted a perfect grade in Pokemon, something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve.

OH YEAH I CAN RETAKE A CLASS we'll just pretend that never happened!. All better!

i am renewing my declaration to protect Mr. Saguaro at all costs

let's do some friendship before finals, shall we? awww Miriam. Oh! And I have a Pokedex updat for Jaqc! oh shit next he wants me to complete the dex. Well that was a goal anyway. We're working on it.

that is all of the friendship we hav for now. but now finals.

I apparently got something wrong on th biology finnal??? what??? can i retake? apparently not because I still passed. But thy won't tell me what I got wrong. oooooh that's infuriating.

well i aced everything else

NOW. FRIENDSHIP.

i love how all th teachers are kind of batshit insane. Riafort especially. I'm going after the ruinous pokemon, fuck yeah.

it's totally fine and normal to send a small child to remove the ancient seals on magic beasts of ruin

Grasswither, Firescourge, Groundblight, and Icerend...

oh my god Dendra really IS dating Miriam I am so glad.

you tell 'em, Hassel!

awww pawmi

......wait. wait oh no did he

NOOOO IT'S GALARIAN MEOWTH I HATE IT SO MUCH OH GOD. WHY DOES IT JIGGLE.

oh...so there was no special reason Tyme quit? ...wait. that was a year and a half ago. the same tim Team Star's flashbacks go to. I smell a deeper meaning.

oooh okay so I need sweet herba mistica to bond more with Saguaro.

ANYWAY! to the desert titan! and getting Lizamae the Hippopotas.

uuhhhhh sure is a giant spiky donphan over there. Whatevr, w have Cabrande th Sandile! okay now w ar in the donphan's turf, surely this is fine.

the donphan thing is the titan isn't it. oh boy.

SADA?! Great Tusk....came from the crater.....ohhhh boy so this ISN"T the titan?! Suuupr... Subdu it, huh. How about I catchit?

also onc again how the fuck does Sada always knw where I am and what I'm up to.

oh wait this IS the Titan

this Titan's quest is a bit less dangerous than anticipated.

buuut the titan was tougher than anticipated! woohoo! And Milady is evolving! So is Glimmer! SO I can slap a stone on Glimmer and move on with the dex. after th cutscne

Arven isn't sure Great Tusk is actually a Pokemon, but fls lik h's sen it. You dingus it's in the Scarlet Book. You showd it to me.

anyway time for Feelings. aaaa Mabostiff is healing!

HOLY SHIT I GT GLIDING NOW? oh and Koraidon is "that fellow" not "that brute" now, huh?

mental block....oh no. Oh no. Koraidon's the one who hurt Mabostiff, huh, and is traumatized into not taking battle form, as a result, is that it?

not every herba mistica has to have a huge effect or be effective right away. that's right. surely this isn't a sign that all our drams won't come true...

im gonna mak an ncounter: fire sammich in hops of special tauros...oh i haven't reloaded on ingredients since last gym

whaddaya know it worked right away, wlcom to the family Sombairas. ....if it will stay in the damn ball. FINALLY. Oh and tim to grab a Bonsly from the box.

okay! Ortega is next on my list of shit to do! so, time to fly to Glaceado's Grasp and get lost for a whil. Maybe fall off some cliffs.

excllent, another shot at Frigibax. ...I don't think I hav anything that can ffectivly weaken this thing so just gonna....pray to my ultra balls.

GOT IT you're Bururui.....i see the base. Right down there. Fastest way down is to JUUUUUUUUUuuuuuuummmmp......

I think Pebbles is my best member against fairies?

okay wish me happy landing

??? I took a wrong turn and ended up in Montenevra?

and now Brahti volves into Sudowoodo, I can swap out for something else. Rockruff is up next! I know I've seen midnight Lycanroc around so im gonna assume I need to level this pup up at night.

oh yeah bass need three Pokemon....so what can deal with fairis? Pebbles, of course.... I might need to pull some friends out of the box, though. I need poison and steel. Thankfully Milady has evolved so we can swap her out. For Duchae, so we're still working on the dex! And...hm, maybe grab my Cufant if its level is decent, when Coppel evolves. Which is happening right now! Even though it's daytime! oooh mayb the Lycanrocs aren't version exclusive this time...

okay so w're grabbing Peach to tackle the base with. Not ideal but h.

where the fuck am i??? oops i drowned again....and if you close your yes~ does it almost feel lik nothing changed at all? and if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like I'VE FUCKING BEEN HERE BEFORE'

finally. hi clive. no cassiopeia doesn't seem to have any resentment or animosity toward Team Star.

honestly interesting geography, with this tucked away meadow...

oooh it's as I thought, Ortega is a Rich Kid huh.... Mr. Harrington is his privat tutor. H's so polite....

He's Clavell's predecessor?! Ortega is the mechanic...so he probably souped up the cars. He's the youngest? Oh...

Gommliah the Dedenne joins us.

These Star Barrags aren't gonna get any hardr ever, are they? sigh.

oh man Ortega definitely sounds like a spoiled rich kid.

silly little man. If you're such a Fairy expert, why were you so unprepared for a little pink menac with a great big hammer?

tim for some feelings!

A major incident avoided, but a hitherto unprecedentd scandal, with no records thereof...

Oh....the big boss took responsibility, and disappeared, to protect the others....nooooooo

....eighteen months of study abroad...and those eighteen months are almost up... Studying in Galar. Aaaaaa. And the Deputy deleted all traces of everything...to. Protect himself. Hm.

oh jesus that's kind of extreme....

So the old bullies all bolted and dropped out, and Team Star are the villains of the story? According to Cassiopeia.... What the hell is the truth, here?

Penny is pretty jaded, huh? And she really thiinks the Big Boss was stupid...

FOMANTIS. Purlui. Oh right I can chang out klefki. For Rolycoly! Which near immediatly evolvs into Carkol. Alomomola! Seenach. Ooh, a cave. Not an interesting one.

Gonna try a line break here to see if tumblr stops giving me grief.

Anyway my next goal is...the ice gym. Once again I think Pebbles takes center, steel is going to b a useful type, and Sotero will make great backup. Okay~ W fly to Zapapico! Aftr a quick run to school to do frieendship at Clavell. I'm gonna tell him long locks are cool because I like guys with long hair.

lol

Anyway! Zapapico! Becaus I have been told trying to get to the eighth gym from Montenevra is Annoying. Huh....buncha Pyroar....hav I ever seen a wild Litleo?

OOH this tunnel has a branchd off cave, I wanna see what's over here!

oh shit the lighting here is terrible for making a sandwich

oh snap there's a platforming puzzle. I hav to be at work in an hour.

oh there's MOR cave! where am i going???

found a pokmon center so i should stop and get ready for work.

actually i still have a nnoteworthy amount of time, so more exploring this second Good Cave!

goddamn where am i

oh okay

wait no

AAAAA CLIFF

oh shit it's black back there

okay that's the way i eventually Want To Go so w are back on track

AAAAA THE BLACK PASSAGE LED TO IMMEDIATE CLIFF

help

okay i figurd it out. and now I hav Fomoriel the Litleo. And Nenelii the Snom.

w leave off with me in a battle with an Espathra, our faces about two inches apart because we fell onto the same teeny tiny ledge. My battling Pokmon released somewhere behind me and promptly fell off a cliff.

Surely this will end well.

#letty plays pokemon scarlet #letty plays shit #livebloggin

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Fromis App Part 11: Switch Off - Gyuri

"Wow, is this everyone in Fromis? I think I recognize everyone, I thought the company was huge from the building!" you comment to Saerom as you follow her into their end of year party. It was effectively a club on the top floor of the company building. Open bar, a dance floor, a DJ—everything you need to let loose.

"No, it's just a bunch of servers and documents. Pretty sure you've fucked everyone by now, I think." You nearly drop the drink Saerom hands you as she comments on your activities offhandedly. "Well, everyone at the top level. Come on, we have a table." You follow behind Saerom, and she leads you to what was clearly a VIP area, corded off and behind a curtain. It opens up to an empty table and seats, but as soon as you and Saerom take a seat, everyone you know comes flowing in.

"Oppa! Glad you came!" Jiwon flashes her pretty eyes, blinking coquettishly at you while she scoots next to you. "We're going for round two later right?" She winks to let you know she isn't talking about drinks.

"Yah drop it! He's Saerom unnie's date!" Chaeyoung pushes Jiwon off the seat next to you. "You know, it's not too late for Christmas oppa, I've been naughty last year, I feel like getting naughtier this year... Oops!" She spills a little of her drink on herself.

"You should listen to your own words!" Hayoung pinches Chaeyoung's ear and pulls her off. Chaeyoung pouts and goes back out to replace her spilled drink while Hayoung takes the newly vacated seat. "Oppa, think you can talk to Saerom? I'll take sharing you with her."

"Saerom I think they're all drunk," you mutter as Saerom pulls an already tipsy Nagyung in.

"And you're the meat appetizer." Saerom laughs and throws Nagyung into your lap, who immediately clings on to you. "Let's see... Hayoung, Chaeyoung's outside, Jiwon, Seoyeon, Gyuri—oh, where's Gyuri?"

"Probably still in the basement, that nerd!" Nagyung nearly makes you deaf with her loud reply.

"Who's Gyuri?"

"Oh, you haven't met her yet? You should go get her then. Take the lift down to the basement, she's probably still in the library." Thankful to have an excuse to get away from all the other Fromis employees swarming you, you squirm out of Nagyung's grasp and hurriedly exit the "club". The rest of the building is silent, and the ding of the elevator rings loudly as you reach the basement. Through glass doors the shape of numerous bookshelves can be seen in the dim light, the library dark save for a light peeking through gaps in the shelves. You let yourself in and head towards the light source.

"Gyuri?"

"Yes?" Gyuri looks up at you, and she tilts her head when you stay silent. "Can I help you?"

You're still trying to process how pretty she looked under the otherwise plain desk light. "Ah, yes. Saerom sent me to get you for the party."

"Oh, is it that time already?" She turns back to her computer. "I almost have this though." You look at her screen and see her playing a game of Wordle. You lean over and scan the screen.

"Hmm, you have 'irate' and 'shoal', and 'S' and 'A' are in the right spots and you have an 'R'. That means 'U' is your only vowel left, so it's 'S' and then 'U', something, 'A', and something. And one of them is 'R'." You ponder for a moment. "Why don't you try 'Sugar'?"

Gyuri types in your suggestion, and she squeals when five green blocks show up on screen. "Yes you got it! Wow that was only three tries!" She blinks, and seems to notice you properly for the first time. "Oh, you're that guy on the app."

"That guy?"

"The one all the others can't shut up about. I just assumed you were a dumb meathead, or a meatstick rather, going by how they all talk about you."

"Uhh I guess?"

"Well, I'm glad you're not just a meatstick. Come on, let's go then." Gyuri turns off the light and grabs her jacket, motioning you to follow her out the library. She is surprisingly quiet though, and the ding of the elevator is still loud as you exit it at "club" level.

"Yah Gyuri why are you late? And oppa come here!" A half-drunk Chaeyoung waves you over to her as Gyuri takes a seat at the corner of the table. Chaeyoung places a drink in your hand, and before you know it you're doing a love shot with her, to loud protests from the others. Saerom thankfully calms the room.

"Okay okay, everyone is here and Chaeyoung is done hogging oppa." Saerom refills your glass and raises her own. "Cheers!"

"Cheers!" You're on your second shot in two minutes. The next few come quickly, as everyone is jealous about Chaeyoung getting a love shot with you, so you have to do one with each of them. By the time you're done the room spins on an axis, the lights blinding and blinkering.

"Whew, I need to get some air." You stumble and your hands reach for support, but miss and almost clear the table of drinks, if it wasn't for Saerom, who catches you.

"Ugh he drank too fast, Gyuri, can you help him out? All the others are too tipsy." Gyuri sighs and slips your arm over her shoulders, half carrying you out of the VIP lounge. As soon as you are out of the thick lounge air though, you head immediately feels clearer.

"Thanks, it's much better here, I can walk on my own."

"Are you sure?" Her hand doesn't leave you arm as you exit the room.

"Yes, I'm good now, sorry for troubling you."

"Not at all." Gyuri leaves you, but to your surprise she doesn't head back to the lounge. No, she heads for the exit.

"You're leaving already?"

"Yeah, we did the cheers, that's good enough, tell Saerom I left."

"You sure?"

"Mmhmm, I'll see you, and thanks for the help on the puzzle!" After taking a breather outside, you head back into the "club", and you note that things have calmed down somewhat—it looks like most of them are thankfully calm drunks.

But they are still dirty drunks. "Oppa! Are you back from doing Gyuri unnie already?" Seoyeon slurs her words. "Did you go ding-dong all over her back?"

"Yeah right, Gyuri unnie doesn't drop her panties for anyone with less than 400 IQ!" Nagyung declares loudly, rendering you half deaf again.

"Pabo, no one has an IQ that high!" Saerom declares with a giggle, smacking Nagyung in the head.

"Ow! E-Exactly! Gyuri hasn't gotten any!"

"Who knows, she never tells us anything!"

"Okay, are we done speculating about our coworker yet?" Saerom reminds them. "Gyuri doesn't want to tell us about her sex life, and that's fine."

"Why, are you going to tell us about your sex life?" Chaeyoung fires back, and Saerom turns red. "What are all the ways oppa has fucked you, and when can we expect that to be done to us?"

You and Saerom disappear under their hungry gazes, and after a few drinks a tipsy and giggling Saerom is shyly but truthfully telling everyone bawdy tales about what the two of you do, earning you looks of disgust, desire, and laughter, depending on the act. You cut the night short, making up an excuse and sweeping Saerom off her feet to retire for the night, to catcalls and many messages from the other Fromis employees on your phone. All but from Gyuri.

That changes the next week though, as you see that you have a direct message from Gyuri on the app.

Hey.

Hey, I didn't know you could send messages without matching first

It's a new feature I think, called DM, for direct message.

Creative acronym, what's up?

Would you like to do an escape room with me?

That was random, but it would be fun.

Sure, let me know!

"Hi Gyuri!" you greet her with a smile as she waits at the entrance of the escape room, called Midnight Guest. You couldn’t help but rove over her figure—a simple jacket over her top, her midriff a magnet for your gaze. Her powder blue skirt below reveals plenty of leg. The library stocked fashion magazines, it looks like.

"Hey, glad you could make it, let's go!"

The two of you are greeted by someone dressed as an hotel concierge.

"Good evening, you will be staying in room 469, said to be haunted by spirits and apparitions. You are tasked with uncovering the secrets of the room and dispelling any supernatural activity, but be careful, that room is said to receive frequent midnight guests, you never know what will visit upon you." They blink and revert to customer service mode. "Did you make a reservation?"

"Yes, Jang Gyuri, for two?"

"Ah yes, Miss Jang, right this way please." The employee leads you to one of many room 469's in the building, and with a flourish allows the two of you in. "Good luck!" The door closes behind them, and with a loud click you are locked in the escape room.

"Sweet, let's get to it!" Most of the puzzles were easy, some variations of riddles and pattern recognition, each key unlocking the next puzzle, and the multiple locks on the exit door eventually get unlocked one by one. Surprisingly, for someone who invited you to the escape room, Gyuri took a really hands-off approach, simply wandering around the room and looking for clues rather than helping you solve the puzzles in front of you.

The last puzzle was a tough one, a series of beep tones through a phone—has to be Morse, you think.

"Can you help me find a Morse code chart? It will have lots of dots and dashes."

"Oh, sure." The two of you look around the room for it, and by luck Gyuri finds one stuck under a nondescript table. "Is this it?"

"Great, thanks!" You take the chart and plant yourself in front of the phone, listening to the tones and trying to decipher the code. G-H-O—

"Hey, is that the last puzzle?"

"Uh yeah, we're almost done, there's only one lock left." Damn, missed those letters.

"Hey—"

"One sec." You wave distractedly in Gyuri's direction.

"Oh, there's a label on the lock, it's a keypad. It says, 'Spirit in mass', what does that mean?"

"I don't know, let me figure this out first." W-E-I—

"Can you hold on to this for me?" Gyuri asks, and annoyed, you reach a hand out, taking whatever it is she gave you and stuffing it in your pocket without further thought. You tap on the table a few times as you listen closely, making sure you get the full message.

"Ghost weight 0g? What is that supposed to mean!" you wonder out loud. Turning around, you spot Gyuri simply looking at you, leaning against a desk. "Any ideas?"

"Yeah, come here." You walk up to her, and Gyuri hops on the desk. "I have several ideas."

"What are— mmph!" Gyuri pull you towards her, kissing you and letting you fall over her. She tasted sweet, and you find yourself wanting to taste more, your tongue brushing against her lips. She lets out a soft moan, and you remember where you are and jolt away from her. "What are you doing? We're in an escape room, they have cameras here!"

"Not here, this is a blind spot, I checked." That was what she was doing the whole time? Gyuri smiles at your confusion. "Check your pockets." You put a hand in your pocket, and feel something soft, some type of fabric? You pull it out, revealing what had to be Gyuri's underwear—simple and white, complete with wet spot. Hastily you plunge it back in your pocket, your cheeks burning.

"Are you crazy?!"

"No, I didn't want to ruin it any further." Your eyes are glued to her hand as she reaches underneath her skirt, and when they resurface her fingers are covered in slick. She places her hand on your crotch, staining your pants while you start to harden and stain your boxers. "With the way the others talk about you, I thought you were just a meatstick, but looks like you are a smart meatstick."

"Were you testing me?" Looks like Gyuri going for smarter guys is true.

"Of course, why would I let you do the whole thing yourself then?" She unzips your pants. "Well you have the grey matter, now let's see how much white matter you have."

"Right here? Can't we... finish this and get out first?"

"I told you it's a blind spot, and I can't wait." Gyuri takes your hand and guides you between her legs, the heat on your hand seeming to grow with every inch you get deeper beneath her skirt. Gyuri leans against you, her legs spread loosely. "Get me off!" she whispers.

Gyuri lets out a light moan as your fingertip brushes against her entrance—she is indeed sopping wet. Showing her appreciation she slips a hand into your pants, her soft hand grasping your rock hard cock, pulling it out. You hiss as she begins slowly stroking you, and pushed (and pulled) along by Gyuri, you plunge two fingers into her.

"Yes yes yes that's it..." Gyuri buries her face in your shoulder, but you can feel the vibration of her moans when you spread, scissor, and twist your fingers inside her, her hips gently rocking against your hand, just like what you are doing in her hand. The two of you fuck yourselves on each other, eager for release, and in the back of your mind, not wanting to take too long before anyone notices you two disappearing off the camera. You twist particularly deep into Gyuri, and as if you have twisted a knife in her she bites down on your shoulder before instantly coating your hand in her nectar.

"Shit!" you gasp when Gyuri grips you tightly, her muscles seized in orgasm. The sudden bite jolts your resistances, stunning you and allowing the pleasure to build rapidly through your core. Your fingers almost vibrate inside Gyuri as you climax shortly after her, spilling your load between her legs and on to the desk underneath.

The two of you lean against each other for a minute, your bodies heaving in rhythm, the escape room seemingly lacking in oxygen after the two of you burned it all up.

"We should clean up," you murmur in your ear.

"Purse." You grab her purse on the desk and Gyuri produces some wet wipes. The two of you hurriedly cleaning hands and desk.

"I'll step into view first, and then you can follow after," you tell Gyuri, not wanting to make it too obvious that the two of you just reappeared at the same time. But Gyuri simply steps out of the blind spot and pulls you along with her, leading you to the last lock of the escape room.

"Here's the final riddle, do you still remember the Morse code clue?" You rack your pleasure-addled brain and thankfully manage to come up with it.

"Ghost weight 0g? Yeah, but what does this have to do with 'Spirit in mass'?"

"That's for you to find out mister." She leans in and nibbles on your earlobe. "Get us out of here, and I'll bring you back to my place, and you can get me out of these clothes."

"If—If I don't?" Your mind is racing at the speed of light, doing everything to prevent that from happening.

"Then I go home, I get out of these clothes myself, and you can go home feeling dumb and blue-balled." Gyuri steps back, and you examine the weird keypad—it wasn't a regular phone pad, instead populated with random numbers and letters. What the hell is the answer?

"Spirit in mass, like in church? So wine? That's a spirit, right?" you mutter to yourself, not daring to look at Gyuri right now. You look at the keypad again, no 'W', or '-INE' for that matter. Mass as in... weight?!

You take a deep breath and press "0g" on the keypad before hitting "Enter", and to your great relief, in more ways than one, the door unlocks and you push it open.

"Congratulations! You have solved the Midnight Guest escape room!" The concierge babbles on and on about ghosts, thankfully none the wiser to you and Gyuri's "unnatural" activities. You smile and nod and allow them to escort you out, but your mind is only on one thing.

So is Gyuri, who grabs you by the wrist.

"You're coming home with me."

"Where was this Gyuri all this time?" You grab Gyuri by her toned waist as she pushes you against her bedroom door, your breaths hot and heavy.

"Just because I don't talk to the others about my sex life doesn't mean I don't have one." A nip on your lip serves as correction for you misconception. "I just haven't had any in a while."

"Nagyung said you don't 'drop your panties for anyone with less than 400 IQ', guess she's right," you joke as the two of you end up falling on her bed.

"I just want someone with some brain, is that too much to ask?" She moves down your body, working on your pants. With a wink she pulls them down before biting on your boxers, slowly tugging them down with her mouth, until your cock pops out, almost smacking her on the nose. Gyuri laughs and leaves you naked from the waist down before crawling back up your body.

"Did Nagyung ever say 'The quiet ones are the freakiest ones’? I feel like that’s something she would say."

"No."

"Good, she would be wrong. The quiet ones are the hungriest ones." She nearly sucks the air out of you when she crushes her lips on yours. Your head begins to spin from both the lack of oxygen and the intensity of the kiss, and thankfully Gyuri backs off you.

"Now then, as promised, for solving the escape room. You can get me out of my clothes." She leans back against her closet, and agonizingly slowly she moves her arms, raising them above her head.

"Go ahead."

You pounce on Gyuri, ridding her of her jacket, her pale neckline primed for marking. Mark her you do, your hands fumbling with her shoulder straps and not making any progress to both your frustrations. Gyuri helps you out, slipping off the straps and raising her hands back above her head again. Your hands slide underneath her top, making her gasp as you pull it up and over her, leaving her in a strapless bra. A simple snap, and you toss it to one side.

Her moan of satisfaction is music to your ears when you grab at her breasts, squeezing them before you replace your hands with your mouth, licking and kissing all over her chest. You keep at it for a little too long, and Gyuri gently but firmly pulls your head back to eye-level.

"Enough fooling around, strip me so we can get to it." Your hands are already on her skirt, and with a little fumbling to find the zipper, you quickly dispose of it, leaving her naked and pinned against her closet. "God just do me already." She pushes her hips against yours, but you have one last thing to do.

"Not yet." Gyuri is left bewildered as you step away from her, rummaging in the pockets of your discarded pants. "Please put these on," you ask, handing Gyuri her panties.

"What?"

"You said I could take off your clothes, I don't remember taking your panties off yet." With a grin Gyuri catches on, stepping into her underwear and posing for you. You sink to your knees, and much like she did earlier, you tug on them with your teeth, and with some squirming of her hips you slide them off her legs.

Gyuri's thighs were already shining with slick, and you couldn't help but move closer between her legs. Her scent entices you, arouses you, and greedily you dive in for a taste, much to her yelping joy.

"Ahhh!" One leg finds its way over your shoulder, and with your hands on her hips you sample Gyuri, burying you face in the apex of her thighs, pressing your lips against hers, your kiss no less intense than the one she gave you earlier, threatening to suck the juices right out of her.

"Enough, enough! Fuck me already!" Her nails dig into your scalp, and reluctantly you release the liplock on her, setting her back down on now wobbly legs.

Urgently you tear your shirt off yourself, and with a loud bang you shove Gyuri against her closet. Your aim your tip against her, both of you tensing at first contact. Gyuri wraps a leg around you and nods.

"Do—unnngh..." Gyuri's eyes roll in her head briefly as you slide almost all the way in her with one thrust, her warmth far slicker than you expected, your own legs almost buckling at the intense pleasure.

"Fuck you're wet."

"Told you I haven't had any in a while. Ah!" Gyuri can't help but moan as you bury the last bit of you in her. With a small hop she lifts her other leg, and you scramble for grip, cupping her pert butt in your hands as she wraps her legs around you. A satisfied groan escapes her when you push her against the closet, driving deep inside her again.

"Warn me next time you do that, I nearly dropped you," you mutter, earning a giggle and a look of apology. With a smile and a kiss you begin moving, and you moan loudly into her neck as you move in and out of her, pushing Gyuri up and down against her closet. The slick sounds of your thrusts into her are joined by the creaking of the closet door, protesting against every bounce of Gyuri on your cock. Neither of you hear the complaint, and every low moan of hers made you throb just that little bit bigger in her—either that, or she is tightening around you with every thrust. Or both.

"Fuck that feels so good!" she cries out, and you groan in agreement, loving the way she's wrapped around you. Your arms are burning though, and with a grunt you lift her away from the closet. It throws you off balance, and next thing you know you're on your back on her bed, a surprised yelp coming from Gyuri.

"You okay?"

"Never better!" She beams at you before taking over smoothly, impaling herself over and over on your cock. Her pace grows very fast very quickly, and soon she's gasping right against your ear. "I'm so close, I'm so close!"

"Cum for me Gyuri." You nip at her ear, thrust up into her, and she explodes on demand. Gyuri slams herself down on you before freezing in place, throwing her head back with a yell. You grunt, your fingers twisted in her sheets while you bear the brunt of her orgasm, her walls contracting wildly around you. Her abs flex in pleasure, adding to yours as you feel her squeeze you with every twitch of her tummy. It almost proves too much, but thankfully she relaxes around, and on top of, you before you lose it.

"I needed that, that was great," she mumbles between deep breaths.

"Yeah, well I need to cum, I'm close too."

"Go ahead, but I need you to get hard again after." You barely process the second part.

"Wait, you should get off, I'm going to cum in—"

"Doesn't matter." Gyuri seduces you with a whisper. “I want it in me.” With a soft kiss and grind on you, you groan do as she says, spilling inside her. She replies with a moan of her own, her walls milking your shaft, letting you ride your wave of bliss easily—it was almost a comfortable orgasm. "You're so warm."

"Are you sure that's fine? Make sure you take a pill or—"

"Shhh, save that talk for later. I need you hard again." Disregarding the load in her she lifts herself off you, letting your cum stain her sheets as she crawls down your body once more. This time she cleans you with her mouth, enthusiastically trying to get you hard again. The thought of her tasting both of you on your shaft is enough to get your cock rigid once more.

"Good, I think you have more than enough in here too." She cups your balls, squeezing a moan from you before laying by your side, gesturing for you to get on top. You do so, but not without worry.

"We shouldn't be reckless, it's not safe—"

"Hey." Gyuri fixes you with a hard gaze, her hands reaching for your cock and guiding you to her entrance. You look down to stop her, but her free hand grabs your chin. "Look at me, don't change the subject, we're here to fuck, everything else comes after." She bites her lip as your body moves on its own, already sinking into her.

"But—"

"No buts." Gyuri draws you into a kiss, one that is needier than ever, the two of you arguing with tangled tongues rather than words. You tense when her legs wrap around you. She breaks the kiss and smiles softly, but her words do nothing but make you harder than steel.

"I want you to switch your brain off and go to town on me." She sinks into the bed before throwing her hips up at you, making you moan at the unexpected move.

"Do whatever you want."

You look down at Gyuri, and her eyes are dark with lust before she closes them, lifting her chin ever so slightly. Ready for you to go to town on her. The marks you left on her neck are still there, and you dive into the proffered flesh, making a few more marks, moaning against her throat.

Time to paint the town white.

"Fuck!" Even Gyuri isn't ready for your hard thrust, her cry vibrating against your lips. You pull almost all the way out of her, her legs stretching and trying to stay wrapped around you, before you snap back against her like a rubber band, your head spearing her open. Do it again and again, do her over and over. There is less moaning and more growling as you slam into her harshly.

It takes two bodies to clap, and if one is on the bed clinging on to you, then you just have to fuck Gyuri even harder. Grunt and pant as you slam powerfully into her in search of an ever louder clap, the clash of your bodies echoing in the bedroom. Not loud enough, so rail her harder. Lean into her chest, lick her, taste her—salty and wet, delicious! Play with her breasts, suck them, pinch them. Gyuri's whining, whimpering—that's no good, she needs to be screaming!

"Ahhh fuck, oh fuck!" Much better with her legs spreadeagled, your thighs pinning hers against the bed. Drive your heavy balls into her, the claps sound louder when you batter her senseless. Is she cumming? Not your problem, you're not close yet, that’s a problem.

Gyuri is lost to ecstasy as you solve said problem, every thrust of your meatstick suffocating her, like she is being stuffed with more and more cock, feeding her a thicker shaft with every, single, fucking, slam. She has lost track of her orgasms, simply leaking out along the side of your shaft when you pull out, the wet spot on the sheets growing ever larger, soaking into her bed. The bed is ruined, the sheets are ruined, and Gyuri might just be ruined, her vocal cords strained and hoarse, out of capacity to scream any further.

And yet you continue to fuck Gyuri. The air between the two of you has misted, condensed, covering the two of you in a layer of sex sweat. The claps become wetter, lewder, the sound of skin-on-skin enhanced by the sound of sweat and juice sticking on both of you.

Gyuri's face is slack, her mouth open, her tongue lolling a little out the side—so roughly have you fucked her pussy, dragging your shaft over every textured fold of her walls, that you've turned her silly, turned her dumb, turned the nerdy hot librarian at the company utterly smooth-brained. She's mush, putty underneath you, all she knows is the pleasure rammed into her between her legs, and soon you give her your own liquid pleasure.

"Gyuri!" With a groan of her name you slam deep in her one last time before painting her walls completely white. She barely reacts, save for a gasp and a shudder, her pussy milking you even in her cock-inflicted stupor. She tries to wrap her legs around you, but her legs lack strength, twitching feebly as you unload into her.

Not that you were pulling out anyways. Your primal brain makes you stay pressed down on top of her, determined to lock all of your seed inside her warmth. You stay on top of her, nuzzling and kissing her neck until you finally soften and slip out, allowing a few unlucky spurts to escape, joining the mess underneath her.

Gasping, you roll off her tiredly, the two of you staring at her ceiling, fumbling with the switches of your mind, trying to reboot. You manage to prop yourself up, looking at Gyuri's glorious and glowing body, her hips and thighs red from the intense fuck. Drenched in sweat she reaches between her legs, collecting your load on her fingers. Idly she traces lines on her abs, giving herself a paint job on the outside after your work inside her. She coughs and clears her throat, her voice raw from the screaming.

"We should have done this sooner." Gyuri dazzles you with a smile and pulls you in for a kiss—you allow yourself to collapse next to her, sleep taking your exhausted bodies.

You wake up the next morning to the sound of running water, and looking around, you find Gyuri missing from the bed, but the bathroom door was open.

"Good morning," you murmur as you surprise her in the shower.

"Hey, you're awake? So is the little guy it seems." Gyuri quips, feeling your morning wood against her. Reading your mind she turns around to face you, leaning against the shower stall. "We have a little bit of time."

"Good." With her legs lightly spread you hold on to Gyuri as you take her once more.

"Slower! I'm sore!" she yelps when you move a little too fast.

"Sorry." You kiss her in apology, and with a steady pace it isn't too long before you pull out and personally paint her abs, her defined muscles giving the thick liquid channels to trickle through before being washed away. Two fingers is enough to make short work of Gyuri, and she whines into your shoulder as you make her cum against the shower wall.

"You didn't have to pull out," Gyuri gasps when she's recovered her footing well enough.

"I know, I just wanted to do that." Even in the shower you can see her blush. "Besides, you haven't taken the pill yet have you?" you remind her, and Gyuri winces at your nagging.

"Fine, I'll take it after the shower." The two of you slowly get clean, both of you still sore from yesterday night.

"There, happy?" Gyuri pops a pill into her mouth while you get dressed.

"Yes. Thanks for... the date, I guess?" you say uncertainly.

"Anytime, I hope the others don't notice me taking up your time, I'm going to be messaging you a lot more often." Gyuri says, her hand squeezing your thigh before she leads you to the door.

"What do you mean?"

"Keep us hush hush, if you could? I really don't want them to be talking about me, just let them wonder."

"Sure, I won't kiss and tell, if that's what you're afraid of."

"Thanks, and thanks for the fun 'date', I'll see you around." Gyuri winks and sees you out.

Throughout the next week you are bombarded by messages from the other Fromis employees, all of them asking you some variation of:

Gyuri's walking funny, we know she DM'ed you. Did you fuck her? How was it?!

Looks like it’s Gyuri’s fault that they notice anything, but you are a man of your word, and you simply reply:

I don't know what you're talking about

You don't see Gyuri for a while, only exchanging texts, until one night there's a knock on your door.

"Hey Gyu—mmm!" Gyuri lets herself in and smashes her lips against yours. "It's so late, what are you doing here?"

"I’m your midnight guest, here to get fucked. I just need to stop thinking for a while, and you're the best at making my brain stop working." Without a further word Gyuri leads you to your own bedroom and pushes you on to your bed.

"This is our little escape room, okay?" Gyuri says as she begins stripping down.

"What do you mean?" You follow suit.

"There's a key in my pussy, and you're not leaving here until you get it out." She looked dead serious as she climbs on top of you, and you hold up a hand to stop her.

"I can't tell if you're joking or not, shouldn't we go to a hospital then?"

"No. I need your cum in me until it overflows and pushes the key out." You still can’t tell if she’s serious.

With a gasp she sinks on to your shaft, and in between kisses you have to ask her. "There's not really a key right?"

Gyuri gives you a withering look. "Do you feel one?"

"No."

"Exactly, but flood my pussy anyways, I'm not leaving until I'm satisfied."

Maybe the quiet ones were the freakiest.

A/N: I actually had the idea for this one before the Yiren one, but it didn’t make sense to go Sihyeon-Gyuri-Yiren, so I pushed this back to write the Yiren one. So back-to-back fromis app it is. I had fun trying to include some track names and DM lyric references in the story, so hope you have fun noticing them. Thanks for reading!

#smut #fromis9 #gyuri

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the-wereraven · 2 years ago

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Stray Game Thought-Log Part 1

Playtime: 4 hours

I'M A CAT

THERE ARE MORE CATS??

THIS IS MY FAMILY YEA

I CAN PLAY WITH THEM!!

YEAAA

Ohh where we going?

Am creeture

Jumpy jump

ZOOMIES

This seems precarious

NO BABY-

NOOOO BABY

Is this a horror game now?

No baby! D:

Go in there? But weird things went in...

I drop bucket

Ew what the fuck

*sees dead robots*

Let's get outta here cat

I am creeture *knocks paint cans off*

Fuck is this a chase sequence?

FUCK IT'S A CHADE SEQUENCE

EW GET OFF

*dies*

BOOK IT CAT BOOK IT

HOLY SHIT

IS THAT IT?

sssssssssss

Oh shit did I need the plug from just now?

Uhh can the door open- Nope

Oh I don't, good

Tiny drone

Why my cat walking weird

Am creeture *scratches carpet*

Ew the city looks disgusting what happened here

Oh ew more of those things run cat

Wait they're actually after me RUN CAT

JUMP CAT

EEEEE LET’S GO CAT

Omg robots

Aw friendlies!

I CAN GET A PONCHO??

Where do I go?

I'm lost

I came here before

Oh you the barterman

THE CABLES I NEED

I NEED DETERGENT

Oh music sheet yes

Ohh you the musician!

*spends an entire minute listening to the music*

What is this? *wears paperbag*

MY CONTROLS ARE INVERTED GET IT OFF

Oh it's off

WHAT DO YOU MEAN KNOCKING OFF THE PAINT HAD CONSEQUENCES??

NOOO I WANTED THE PONCHO

FUCK

Okay where do I go??

Uhhh

Ohh a library

There is a dead bot in here wtf

*realises jumping off book stacks makes them fall* HAHA

*zooms through books*

Oh here he is

Momo you good man?

Why are you dressed like that?

Journal hunt? Hey I got one already!

*kicks basketball by accident* Oh shit-

It didn’t hit Teddy thank god-

Oh getting here wasn't so hard

*accidentally breaks pot* Oops, let's get out of here cat

More music sheets! :OOO

*listens to some music again*

More books, books, books

*gets sad I can't get a poncho*

You're kidding, you're kidding

YOU WANT ME TO GO THROUGH THOSE?

ALRIGHT CAT LET’S GO

*dies twice*

YOU GUYS ARE DISGUSTING

Hack door? OH FUCK-

Wait, wait I see... fuck

I DID NOT SIGN UP FOR THIS

Do I really wanna go in here?

Oh my god there's so many

Oh god

GO GO GO OH MY GOD GO

RUN CAT

They can't reach me here can they?

God how many more are there

FUCK GO GO

JUMP PLEASE

Did they die? Why is there only one?

Do I really wanna leave this safety?

Fuck it LET’S GO

Oh of course they were thrash eating bacteria...

Literally types this so I can stop shaking because wow I'm shaking a lot

I just wanted a nice cat game but no I have to run from mutated bacteria *sobs*

Please don't come after me while I'm in a barrel

FUCK THERE'S MORE?

This place is large and empty and I don't trust it

*calls elevator*

OH FUCK

SHIT SWRPENRINE SERPENTINE

LET ME IN

HOW DO I GET IN??

*dies* >:(

*pushes a bunch of cones off*

AIYEEEEEEEEE

GET IN

DON'T COME INTO THE ELEVATOR PLEASE

*sobbing* Am I almost there yet?

Oh I'm here HAHAAA

Oh damn

Ah yes, the view of everything I had to go through

*crying* scritchy scratchy carpet-

What is this website looking password

Come on cat let's sleep

Ohh clever secret door password

WHERE IS THE BLANKET

WAS IT THE PONCHO??

OH so the paint ISN'T my fault

Oh the poncho is a mission item :(

NOOO I DON'T WANNA GO OUTSIDE

FUCK A CHASE SEQUENCE

HOLY SHIT RUN JUMP PLEASE GO CAT GO

AAAHHHH

I'm fine B-12 this is only the second worst fall I've had

What is this nightmare

Why is this place big and empty

Holy shit Einstein?

Fuck you want me to go out there again

This sucks (affectionate)

SHINE THE UV LIGHT ON ME DOC HELP

YES GIVE ME THE LIGHT

God I gotta do everything for you robots

GET SMITE BITCH

Please don't be more Zurks

Oh god the Slums thank god

*runs around the Slums for a bit*

Bye everyone :(

Adventure with Momo? :D

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T COME WITH ME

GOD DAMMIT

Fuck I hate this place

EEEEE

*runs back and forth several times to clear out the Zurks*

Alright cool *opens door*

*more Zurks pour out* FUCK

*peeks right* Dead end

*peeks left* WHAT THE FUCK

IS THIS RESIDENT EVIL NOW

AIYEE DON'T SHAKE ON ME

RUN CAT RUN

DIE BITCHES

Oh god are those eyes on the walls?

HHHHHHHHHHH

Wait

I NEED TO PRESS BOTH BUTTONS?

FUCK GO CAT GO

*dies*

*game crashes*

#stray game #stray #long post #stray spoilers #wereraven's stray thoughts

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commence-screaming · 3 years ago

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omg hi thanks so much for the warm welcome! so glad there's other people who enjoy the weird image of payday i have in my head... would be more than happy to chat and share ideas with everyone uwu

Yes you’re welcome! I guess I’ll give you the grand tour. WARNING: maybe finish the storyline before clicking on any of these people, haha. View at your own discretion, my post doesn’t have any spoilers but the ppl themselves do!!

Hhhhhh and if any of this is wrong, please feel free to correct me.

First I’ll introduce myself…

Herro, I’m DesBea! (Ao3) or des-paa-cee-toeee, or commence. I arrived in the fandom almost 4 months ago, now I’m a resident Bain stan,, (my friends call me a simp and it’s true)

I write angst and sometimes fluff. I draw a lot but it’s all spoilers, come to think of it ALL MY WRITING IS TOO. I love metaphors and pronouns, they’re so cool. Also IMPORTANT: I have a noodle brain and I’m forgetful, please be patient with me I’m tryin—

I started off on PS4, (I don’t recommend that)

I’m Infamy VII on PC right now and am willing to help users here on tumblr if they message me! If you’re doing Career I’m more than happy to oblige?? (That would be my fourth time playing through the whole thing)

I might’ve accidentally converted the PAYDAY tumblr fandom into really liking Bain, oops. I’m not sorry though.

Now for other people:

Me telling ppl about angst fic concepts

@artcupcakes or AC! Does some headcanons and is just a nice person to interact with. I think AC’s pronouns are she/her? Ships WolfHox, MasterGuide/NaviMind and uhhhh wait that’s all, right? I think I saw her tag Houston/Chains once, don’t quote me on that. Part of the SNEAKY TAGGING SQUAD. Stans Duke.

Very talented artist and is making a good foray into writing! She likes being asked questions (though I think we all do?) and has a bunch of motivation to do everything. I talk to her and she’s amazing, VERY COOL.

(accidentally tricked her into shipping Bain with Dallas, oops… I don’t even write rrooommancceee)

@what-yadoking-likes or Yado! FUNNY PERSON. The screenshots I took makes it seem as if she’s a major Bain stan, not really though I just thought it was funny. Only writes and rarely draws but like. The best writer out of all of us;; she’s so good at describing things what?? She put her skill points into being an author! Knows more lore than I do.

Does the most random headcanons… very popular for GOOD REASON, she’s great!! Ships WolfHox, MasterGrinder and sometimes MasterGuide/NaviMind.

(OOPS OOPS I dropped my Bain headcanons sorry— wait you ship them more now? Is this because of me???)

@hoxooster or I call him Hoxo! Very talkative and usually reblogs other people’s posts! He’s one of the Payday content regulars, and I find myself super engrossed in the real life stories he tells in his tags. Hoxo has a penchant for relating posts to experiences he’s had and wow. Also talks a lot, VERY NICE TO HOLD CONVERSATIONS WITH.

LOLLLL okay I got permission to tag this dude so here he is. @existentialcrisisetcetera or Bandit reached out to me a couple weeks ago because they liked all the spoiler ANGST ASKS I gave to AC.

Don’t let these screenshots fool you, they like angst TOO like me?? A WEIRDO. (affectionate) Does better metaphors than everyone I’ve met like WOAHHHH. Is the type of person to cry and then immediately go “body horror? favorite trope :3”

Doesn’t post Payday stuff, but is a very awesome supporter and I appreciate them. Also likes Bain so that’s a plus in my book. (actually I think we all do after those asks/detailed posts I did, not including the next person because—)

@bainposting spoilers everywhere for this dude, BUT. Apparently has been stanning Bain for all alone for years. If you find a stray voice line tag kaz and send it over to them(?) bad memory I forget pronouns. Also will do random text posts like the second pic. Really funny.

Anyway, welcome! I’m super biased towards my DUDE and have only been here for a little while so. There’s more people like s-w-a-n and jacket-enjoyer but I’m shy and don’t want to tag people that I haven’t interacted with too much ; ; sorry you guys.

#payday 2 #no spoilers for once!#tw cursing #it took forever because I asked permission from these people #of course they’re not the ONLY ones but they are the ppl I’m familiar with #funny story; I made the SHIP NAME for Bain and Dallas but I don’t actually;;;;#oops.#sorry if I insulted you guys O - O #so about Bain… you catch a glimpse of him in the Web Series but I assume you haven’t watched it so I censor it #I usually draw how I think he looks like. that’s a web series spoiler ig sooooo don’t look #hhhhhhh AC is awesome. drew fan art of MY FAN ART AAAAAAAA I had a heart attack when I saw it on my dash #Yado is amazing. does headcanons if you ask. does Joy’s interviews! CONTINUED SPOILER FIC PROMPT BECAUSE I ASKED #Bandit AAAGHHH good. GOOD. better writer than me and agghhhh #YES YES I actually want you to contact me if you wanna play or something I looovvveee playing #I’ve done a bunch of DSOD stealths #you know why? because BAIN HAS DIFFERENT DIALOGUE #he compliments you more ; ; MY GUY #I never get tired of that #anyway WELCOME your art style is very nice to look at

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safertokiss · 4 years ago

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There’s No One Else

A/N: Heyooo! I loved this request so of course I had to write something for it. It’s my first MGG fic, but it was super fun to write and I plan to do more fics for his other roles. Thanks for the support and all the kind words!<3 P.S. I decided to try out 2nd person in this one.

Request: “Can you do an angst/smut with Matthew but it's the set of criminal minds and they are shooting a scene and reader likes Matthew but she is keeping it a secret? sorry if that didn't make any sense. I love your writing!!” ( @victomizedbyreginageorge )

Pairing: MATTHEW GRAY GUBLERx FEM! READER

Category: SMUT, slight angst, and of course fluff

Word Count: 5.2k

ENJOY!:)

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MASTERLIST

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Ever since you were a child, you knew that you were destined to be on the set of a production studio, surrounded by the biggest stars the business had to offer. Granted, you had always assumed you’d be the one in front of the camera rather than behind, but I guess beggars can’t be choosers in this world.

It’s not that you disliked being Khalia Dark’s assistant. She was a world renown celebrity, loved by all who were graced with her presence, from afar that is. Anyone who had the “honor” to get up close and personal with her, yourself included, knew she wasn’t the sweetest of the bunch. If you were to use your own words, she was a mythic bitch. Adored by millions, envied by more, which was pretty much the case for all of the A-listers out here anyway. Although you could do without the woman being in your vicinity, you didn’t mind being her servant most of the time.

More often than not you were certain she forgot about your existence all together, which usually gave you a chance to breathe for a bit. While your job brought about many positives for yourself, for example the extensive knowledge of posh coffees that you would have memorized for life, the highlight of the endeavor was without a doubt the exclusive access to the extravagant movie and TV sets that the queen bee happened to be appearing in each given week. Today, much to your excitement, was one of those days. Usually movies were more her forte so it was always a nice, refreshing change when she booked a role for the small screen.

Her newest conquest in the industry just happened to be one of your favorite shows to have ever aired, Criminal Minds. Of course you were trying to remain professional, but it became increasingly difficult the closer you got to the studio lot’s entrance. The child in you was screaming with joy at the prospect of being there, surrounded by some of your favorite actors and actresses in the industry. You couldn’t even consider the possibility that you would get to meet Matthew Gray Gubler, the object of your affections for as long as you had been watching the show. That simply was a no go. You were positive that if at any point in time he was in your vicinity, you would simply lose consciousness, and that wouldn’t exactly be the best first impression. The further you walked onto the set, the more amazed you were. You were so familiar with it after years of watching, it just felt like a second home. After breaking out of your stupor, you quickly spun around to try and locate your boss, immediately colliding with whatever was in front of you, letting out a small “oomf”. Well. Whoever.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t paying atten-.”

You immediately froze mid-sentence when your eyes caught up with your actions. Fuck. This is not happening. It was him. Standing less than a foot away from you was the one and only Mr. Matthew Gray Gubler, live and in the flesh. Fucking hell.

“Hey it’s no problem, I promise. Don’t worry about it. I’m not exactly the most coordinated person on the planet either, trust me”, he said, chuckling lightly. Running a hand through his unkempt curls, he momentarily let his eyes roam your frame before seemingly snapping out of it, clearing his throat and extending one of his strong looking hands towards you.

“I’m Matthew by the way.”

You, however, were still frozen in place. Realizing how stupid you looked just standing there, openly ogling the man in front of you, you quickly met his hand, a nervous smile adorning your face. His hands were so fucking soft.

Chuckling once again, he seemed to be waiting for something.

“And you are?”

Oh shit. You hadn’t even introduced yourself yet! So much for first impressions you thought.

“O-oh right! Sorry. I'm Y/N. Ms. Dark’s assistant”, you stuttered out, entranced by the specimen in front of you. “Wow, that’s a beautiful name. Well I guess it’s fitting. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”

Wait a second. Had you heard those words correctly. THE Matthew Gray Gubler just called you beautiful? You must’ve been dreaming, there was simply no other explanation. But when you glanced at him he was once again trailing his eyes all over you. Holy shit. You thought you were going to implode on the spot.

“Th-thank you”, you muttered shyly, feeling the blush spread across your features faster than a wildfire in a dry forest. After your weak excuse of an answer left your lips, the two of you just continued to stare at each other for what felt like hours. Eventually you were broken out of your trance by the director calling all of the actors to their places across the lot.

“I-um-I gotta go do a scene, but it was a pleasure to meet you Y/N. I hope I get to see more of you around here.” With a quick wink in my direction, he was off in the direction of the other actors swarming to the set from their trailers. For the third time in the last five minutes you were frozen to the spot in which you stood on the pavement. What in the actual fuck just happened? He called you beautiful. He wants to see more of you. HE WINKED AT YOU. This time you felt like you were truly about to lose consciousness so you booked it to the bathroom to calm yourself. After splashing some water on your face, you felt your body temperature returning to a somewhat normal degree and decided you should probably go to the set in case the Queen of Hearts needed anything from you.

When you approached the scene that was being filmed, you were able to deduct fairly quickly what the plot revolved around. Apparently Khalia had been hired as the episode’s damsel in distress victim, typical. She was definitely the type to rely on others for pretty much anything. That wasn’t what was catching your eye though. Even from where you were standing you could clearly see her making eyes at Matthew. I guess you couldn’t blame her, he was gorgeous, but it still made you feel so insecure. It really just served as a reminder that people like him would never go after people like you. They want the ones who count. They want Ms. Khalia Dark. In what world would someone like him want a nobody like Y/N Y/L/N? There wasn’t one that came to mind. And while this revelation was pretty damn heartbreaking, you couldn’t say you were shocked by the cold, hard truth.

Feeling like you had lost a war that hadn’t ever really even begun, you turned back to look at Matthew, deciding to make the most of however short the time was that you’d be here. However, he was nowhere to be seen. You quickly realized that while you had been distracted, the scene had switched to something else, one where Matthew appeared to be absent.

“Hey again!”

You literally jumped off the ground and let out a little yelp at the noise, you were so startled.

“Oops, I’m sorry! Didn’t mean to scare you, sweetheart,” he got out between adorable giggles. Damn, this man was gonna be the death of you. Literally. If he scared you like that again, you might actually have a heart attack.

“Jesus Matthew! A little warning next time!” You couldn’t help but join in his giggling after a few seconds. Returning his gesture just made the two of you laugh even harder until both of your chests hurt like hell. His laugh was angelic. Perfect. Just like him. For some reason, after you guys had calmed down a bit, you noticed him once again looking you up and down, admiring your body. You even swore you saw him lick his lips. You must be imagining things. Weird. Very weird. Bringing his wandering eyes back to yours, a goofy grin was plastered across his face. You hadn’t even realized you were biting your lip until he reached towards you, dislodging your teeth from the soft skin. “Don’t do that,” he said with a much more serious expression adorning his features. Before you really had the chance to decipher what had just happened, a loud voice cut through the air directed towards you both, causing you to put a bit of space between the two of you. You were able to easily recognize the sultry voice as Shemar’s, turning towards him, a smirk on his face.

“What’s going on that’s so funny over here,” he questioned before his attention shifted to focus solely on you. “My, my. And what’s your name sugar?” You were starstruck for what felt like the thousandth time that day, standing there with your mouth awkwardly hanging open.

“Hi, I’m Y/N. I work for Kahlia, her assistant actually. Nice to meet you”, you answered brightly, a polite smile gracing your lips.

“Trust me, the pleasure is all mine sweetness”, he concluded with a wink. While the action was endearing, it had nowhere near the same effect on you as Matthew’s did. You had always adored Morgan on the show, but you didn’t really know Shemar well enough to have any serious opinions about the dude. Matthew, however, you knew everything there was to be known, from his haunted treehouse to his love of Halloween. You weren’t proud of your obsession, but you couldn’t deny the unbelievably strong attraction you had for the man to your left. Regardless, the interaction caused a blush to spread, though this time it was caused more by being flustered rather than speechless.

You were about to say something else to try and salvage some of the pride you had just lost, but you were beaten to the punch by Romeo himself.

“Nothing’s happening over here actually, Shemar. I was having a private conversation with Y/N and I’d appreciate it if you let us get back to it. Thank you.” Matthew’s voice had picked up an edge and his eyes were dark. Like really dark. Although the situation was super uncomfortable and kind of unsettling, considering how feral he looked, you couldn’t help to think about how HOT it was. How hot he was.

“Woah, sorry kid. I didn’t mean to interrupt, just thought I’d introduce myself.”

Seeming to notice his mistakes, Matthew’s eyes quickly returned to their normal color and he stuttered out an apology, with slightly labored breaths.

“No, no I’m sorry man. I didn’t mean to snap like that, just been kind of on edge today”, he said, darting his eyes towards you quickly before redirecting his attention and clearing his throat.

“It’s all good Pretty Ricky, I get like that sometimes too. I’ll catch you guys later. It was nice to meet you Y/N”, he spoke before turning and retreating in the direction of the cast trailers. Shifting your focus back to Matthew, you could tell he was still a bit tense. You gently placed your hand on his shoulder to grab his attention, quietly asking if he was ok.

“Hmm what? Oh, um yeah. Yup. I’m-I’m good. All good. Like I said just a little on edge today. I haven’t had enough coffee”, he hastily responded. Before you could push further, the silence was broken by a shrill voice you were too familiar with, Khalia, unfortunately calling for your assistance at one of the most inopportune times. You turned back to him and gave a sad smile.

“See you around,” you asked, with just a little too much excitement laced in your voice.

“Y-yeah. Of course!” He seemed to have perked up a bit and gave you a wide grin. With a small wave, you were off to do whatever in God’s name the queen wanted from you now.

~~~

The week you were on set was surprisingly going by pretty damn quickly.

As much as you were anxiously awaiting the end so you could be free from Khalia for a bit of time, you couldn’t help but lament the fact that you would have to leave what felt like your second home. You would have to leave Matthew. That’s what hurt most of all. The two of you had become quite close in the short time you had been on set. Well, maybe not close per say, but comfortable? Sure. You guys were comfortable with each other, maybe a little too much on your end. Since that moment with Shemar and his outburst, the tenseness never seemed to dissipate completely. The two of you had shared some quick glances while he was filming a scene or while you were navigating the complex maze that was this sound stage. Whenever the two of you were near each other, he always appeared to go out of his way to get some kind of contact with you, whether it was his shoulder rubbing against yours or his fingers brushing yours as he passed by you. You, still in the mindset that someone as amazing and talented as him would never want anything to do you with you, didn’t really think much of his actions, simply playing them off as accidents and coincidences.

Although you caught him staring at you on more than one occasion during your time there, you definitely spent the majority of your time ogling the fine specimen. You didn’t understand how a person could be so perfect. Seemingly no flaws. Sure, you had known pretty much every fun fact about the man when you had arrived on set a couple days ago, but now that you had spent some time with him, you were even more enamored. Matthew was an enigma and you wanted him. So fucking bad. Unfortunately, so did basically every other girl on the planet. You really shouldn’t be wasting so much time thinking about him, but at this point you were just in too deep. Watching him do his thing on the sound stage was like watching your own personal exhibition, so much talent pouring out of him he shouldn’t have even been allowed to do what he does. The world would certainly be a lot darker without his geniusness though so you supposed it was ok. As the scene you had been watching came to a close, you decided you really wanted to talk to Matthew again, missing the sound of his velvety voice as he focused on you and only you during the few conversations you’d gotten to have so far. Just as you were about to reach him, though, Khalia appeared out of nowhere directly in front of him with the same look in her eyes she had given him your first day on set. Hunger. You didn’t really know what to do now so you just kind of stood there watching the interaction. The conversation was just out of range, but you could tell she had said something that had made them both laugh. You also watched her place her hands on him in a very flirty way. And much to your dismay, he didn’t seem to be that bothered by it.

You knew that you had absolutely no right to be jealous of her advances, seeing there was nothing between the two of you, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit hurt. You had known all along that he didn’t have those kinds of feelings for you, but the cold, hard truth being presented on a silver platter right in your face sucked. A whole hell of a lot. Deciding to leave the two of them to enjoy their moment, you turned and made your way to the snack table on the opposite side of the room. As you got closer, you noticed Shemar lingering around it, seemingly snacking on something among the array of treats presented on the table.

“Hey. Nice to see you again”, you said with a small smile, alerting him of your presence.

You had gotten a bit closer to him over the last few days, getting to know more about him, rather than just his character. He was a really nice guy. Very charming, much like his TV counterpart.

“Y/N! Hey! How are you today?”

“I’m ok. Not one of the best, but hey I’m alive I guess”, you said with a sad smile. Worry quickly spreading across his face, he pulled you into a hug, gently caressing your back.

“Hey don’t say that babydoll. It might not be the best of days, but everyday is worth living in my eyes. We’re all so lucky to be given the chance to be here so why not say fuck it and make everyday a party.” You pulled away from him chuckling at his words, feeling slightly better than you had before. You were grateful for Shemar helping you out when you needed a mood boost.

“Thanks Shemar. You sure know how to make a girl feel better.”

“Anytime baby girl”, he said with a wink, making you giggle again at his silly nicknames and behavior towards you. A little bit more at ease, you let your eyes survey the room real quick, eventually landing on Matthew. A very angry and annoyed looking Matthew. He was staring directly at the two of you, his hands balled into fists at his sides, his breathing heavy, his eyes as dark as could be. Less than a minute later, he turned around and stormed off in the direction of what you assumed was his trailer. Quickly focusing on Shemar again, you excused yourself and then immediately ran off in the direction he had headed just moments before.

You were able to locate the trailer simply labeled “MGG” fairly quickly and you cautiously approached the steps leading up to the entrance. Would he even want to see you? Why were you special enough to even be this close to his trailer? Before you could second guess yourself anymore, you speedily climbed the steps and knocked on the door, an action based solely on the fact he was without a doubt upset about something and apparently it was your fault to some degree.

You heard some rustling behind the door before his voice rang out.

“Who is it?”

Shit. He sounded really upset. Pushing aside the anxiety bubbling in your chest, you decided that you were curious more than anything and wanted to know what you had done to get his panties in such a twist.

“I-It’s Y/N.”

Immediately the door swung open, making you jump slightly. Without saying a word, he grabbed your arm and dragged you over the threshold, handling you like a rag-doll. Once you were inside he released your arm and began pacing around the trailer, breathing pretty heavily. Maybe it was a mistake coming here. You thought you should probably go and leave him alone for a bit so he could cool off.

“I-I shouldn’t have come here. I’ll leave you be”, you sputtered out, quickly making your way towards the exit. However, before you could even reach the door, his deep voice echoed through the trailer.

“Why did you let him touch you like that?”

You froze mid-step, unsure of how to respond. “Huh?” Wow, nice going Y/N. Really scraped the dictionaries for that one.

“Shemar. Why did you let him put his hands on you and touch you like that?” As he spoke his question, he slowly moved towards you, like a predator eyeing its prey. What was he talking about? Why did he care that you and Shemar had shared a brief hug? And most perplexing of all, why in the hell was he looking at you with such fire in his eyes.

“I-I don’t know what you mean Matthew.”

After his name fell from your lips, you saw his mouth twitch as he moved to close the gap between the two of you, leaving just enough space that your breaths intermingled, but no actual physical contact was occuring.

“You’re mine, Y/N. You. Are. Mine.” What did he just say? Were you imagining this whole situation in some sick dream of yours? Your brain was struggling to catch up.

“What are you even talki-.”

Before you could finish your sentence, Matthew had surged forward, clashing his mouth against yours, hungrily devouring your lips like they were his favorite meal. You moaned at the contact, letting the shock envelope your entire body. He was ravenous, tongue pressing against your lips, begging for entry. Finally processing what the hell was happening, your mouth quickly opened and welcomed his needy tongue, feeling it tangle with yours as he released the most delicious moan you had ever heard in all the years you had been alive. His hands moved frantically, hastily ripping at the clothes covering your body, desperate to feel any part of you that he could.

You couldn’t even comprehend how this was happening. Matthew wanted you? Not only did he want you, but he was acting on it too. Fuck. He had said you were his. Did he really mean that?

Breaking away from your lips to pull your blouse over your head, you could’ve sworn you heard a growl escape his throat as his eyes hungrily drank in your appearance, left only in your bra and panties. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous. How are you so fucking hot?” Holy shit. The pure lust that dripped in his words made your legs feel like Jell-O, barely keeping it together as he shed his own shirt and began unbuckling his belt. Apparently that was what caused the wire in your brain to snap, your body surging forward to reconnect your lips and rake your nails down his chest.

“Please Matthew”, you whined, not even entirely sure what you wanted him to do. You just needed more.

Groaning at the desperation evident in your voice, he let his hand drift down your body, toying with the waistband of your panties. “Please what? What do you want from me, sweetheart?” His words made you whimper, grasping his hand to try and maneuver it underneath the damp fabric covering the place you needed him most.

“Uh uh uh. I want you to use your words princess. You can do that for me can’t you?”

Nodding your head fervently, you pushed aside any embarrassment you felt and answered almost immediately as the words left his mouth. “I want you to touch me! Please Matthew, I’m begging you!” As soon as you finished your desperate plea, his nimble fingers had ripped your panties down your legs and he was guiding you towards the couch conveniently located nearby. The two of you stumbled onto the cushions, Matthew hovering over you pinning you down, his large erection pressing into your thigh through his pants. You choked on a breath as one of his long, narrow fingers entered you swiftly, pumping in and out of you at a brutal pace, soon followed by two more. You were a whimpering mess as Matthew had his way with you, perfectly curling his fingers to hit your special spot over and over again. You needed him inside of you now or you were gonna explode.

“You’re so wet sweetheart. This all for me”, he questioned cockily, savoring the sounds pouring from your lips, cherishing the way your body writhed underneath his.

“Yes Matthew! It’s all for you. Only you”, your words were accompanied by a long, drawn out moan.

“Good girl”, he growled as his fingers picked up their pace, pushing you dangerously close to the edge. Matthew must have picked up on the fact based on the way your muscles were clenching around his digits and the way your breath was becoming more and more labored.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me, little girl. Come all over my fingers.” His graphic words made your eyes roll back in your head as you felt your orgasm crash through your body, Matthew continuing his ministrations throughout the entirety of it. As you came down from your high and opened your eyes, you were met with the beautiful vision of Matthew sucking your juices off of himself, staring intently at you with lust-filled eyes. “Mmmm, so fucking sweet baby”, he moaned as he licked the last bit away. Realizing you simply couldn’t wait any longer, you grabbed onto his forearm, pulling him to you as close as physically possible.

“Matthew I need you inside of me right now. Please. Please, I need you.” You felt like you were on the verge of crying, you were so damn desperate for him. You didn’t miss the way his eyes instantly darkened even more after hearing you beg him to fuck you so viscerally.

“Baby, I really want to feel you bouncing on my cock. Can you do that? Can you ride me like a good girl, sweetheart?”

Not even bothering to answer his questioning, you mustered up all of your strength to push him up and off of you, allowing yourself to straddle him on one of the cushions. You made quick work unzipping his pants and signalling for him to lift up his hips, allowing you to hastily pull down both his slacks and boxers in one go. God, you were so fucking horny and needy for the man in front of you, you felt like you were going insane. Actually, scratch that. You were already long gone. Finally having removed the last barrier between the two of you, his strong hands grabbed your hips and positioned you over his throbbing cock, slowly letting you lower yourself down. Both of you released matching groans at the overwhelming feeling.

“Fuck, princess. You feel so fucking amazing”, he moaned before gently grasping your hips, encouraging you to start moving. You couldn’t control the string of whimpers that escaped your mouth as you started circling your hips, gradually picking up your pace. It felt so fucking good, incomparible to anything you had ever felt before. As your speed increased and he began thrusting upwards to meet you, his hands reached behind you, finding the clasp of your bra, practically ripping the garment off of your body. Without any barrier blocking your breasts, he sat back and ogled you as they bounced in sync with your rapid movements, eventually needing more and grabbing the pillowy flesh with his wandering hands. The stimulation only made you move faster, desperate for the addicting friction that you could feel radiating throughout your whole being. You felt Matthew’s grip on your hips tighten exponentially, in order to get your undivided attention.

“I bet you thought you looked real cute flirting with him like that, didn’t you princess”, he sputtered, his voice strained and hoarse. The sound of it made your insides quiver even more.

“I-I wasn’t f-flirting. I w-was just being n-nice”, you stammered, feeling your climax slowly building more and more with each thrust. He growled and immediately picked up the pace, speaking his next words clearly for you to understand. “That’s bullshit baby and you know it. Do you really think he could fuck you like this, sweetheart? Do you think his cock could fill you up this perfectly? Make you feel the way I do?”

“N-Noooo! No, of course not. I only want you!” You were a moaning, whimpering mess as you gripped his shoulders trying to maintain your balance, his thrusts launching you into a whole other universe. “What was that, little girl? I couldn’t really hear you.”

“Fuck! Matthew! I only want you! There’s no one else!” You couldn’t control yourself any longer. You lost the ability to move as he wrapped his arms around your waist, slamming into you so fucking hard you swore you could see stars.

“There better fucking not be, little girl. You are mine, sweetheart. All fucking mine. Mine!” His words make the chord in your stomach snap, your climax overtaking your body dangerously fast. “MATTHEW!” Your vision was spotty, muscles clenched incredibly tight, when you felt his cock start to twitch violently inside of you.

“Fuck! Y/N! Oh my god!” As soon as the words left his mouth, you felt his cum fill you up completely, warmth radiating throughout your body as his dick pulsated inside of you.

You collapsed against his sweaty frame, holding on for dear life. “Matthew, Matthew, Matthew”, you muttered as you fought to regulate your breathing. Both of you were shaking, thanks to the world-shattering orgasams you had just experienced, his hands gently rubbing your back, soothing you. “Shhhhhh, breathe little girl”, he whispered so warmly it made butterflies bloom in your stomach, a stark contrast to the way he was speaking moments ago.

Pulling yourself upright, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from his. After a few seconds had passed, a huge grin slowly formed on his beautiful face, letting out a light giggle. “Hey.”

Feeling a smile form on your own face from his silliness, you couldn’t help but fall for him even more. “Hi”, you shyly responded, reaching up to poke the dimple that was visible on his face, giggling when he playfully stuck his tongue out, trying to reach your finger with it. Completely absorbed in the moment, you had forgotten that he was still inside of you and you were probably hurting him, not that he was gonna complain. You slowly lifted yourself off of him, both of you wincing slightly at the sensation. He immediately pulled you back to him afterwards and continued to rub your back like he had before. It was so comforting, you were scared you were gonna fall asleep in his lap, which you pretty quickly concluded wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, noticing the way his eyes seemed to droop as well.

As you felt yourself starting to drift off, you heard his soothing voice near your ear. “I’m really sorry I got so rough Y/N. I didn’t mean to act like that. I just got so jealous seeing you with him and I didn’t know how to control my emotions. I didn’t know how to tell you how I felt.” He sounded genuinely sad when he spoke, the guilt evident in his quiet voice.

“Matthew, baby, don’t be sorry, ok? I really enjoyed every second of it, I promise. As for Shemar...you have absolutely nothing to worry about. I’ve only ever had eyes for you. You’re kind of stuck with me Gube.” You felt the chuckle vibrate through his body at your words and you lazily smiled against his chest.

“I know, sweetheart. I know.” You heard him hesitate and you wondered if he was going to finish his thought, hopefully before you knocked out cold. “Would you-would you maybe want to go out with me this weekend? Like on a-a date? You felt your heart swell in your chest at his question and slowly nodded against him.

“I would love that, Matthew.”

Cherishing the feeling of holding each other in your arms, the two of you quickly succumbed to the drowsiness, falling into the most comfortable slumber you had ever experienced.

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Screenshot: Adrienette that’s borderline crack in the best way (Teen&up)

It was a nightmare. He hadn’t meant to leave his phone unattended, Alya had asked him a question and when he put his phone down to give her his full attention, Nino had picked it up to check the time and instead was greeted with a private Instagram account Adrien had created with the specific purpose to lurk in peace.

“No way, dude. Do you just stalk a bunch of Ladybug look alikes in your spare time?”

Adrien gaped, too horrified to process his world falling apart around him.

“Wow, look at this one, she looks almost exactly like ladybug!”

“Let me see!” Alya sounded too eager.

He’d never admit it, but there were more than just a few girls on his private Instagram that looked “exactly like” ladybug. And no, it wasn’t just a uncanny accident.

But the account his friend happened to stumble on was his favorite, a well off Russian Instagram model who’s handle was Steelix.

She could pass for a perfect Ladybug, if not for her brown eyes. She was perfect in almost every way, and posted great *ahem* material. Ladybug was the fantasy girl of his dreams and anybody that looked liked her was at risk of being followed and stalked by his private finsta page.

His private page he was privately ashamed of.

That his best friend was now holding up to show his own girlfriend, and the girl Adrien quietly, sort-of had a crush on. This really was his worst nightmare. He tried to snatch the phone from Nino but to no avail. “It’s just some girl. I like her photography.”

“Yeah sure that’s why you liked all her recent pictures and wrote in the comments ‘omg’ with a heart face, a drooling face, and two fire emojis.”

Adrien was red in the face, his mouth gone completely dry not knowing what to say.

“Wow Adrien, these are the kind of girls you like?” Alya asked.

Adrien glanced toward Marinette, and the look on her face was perfectly surprised. Ironically, her face was one of the ones he lives to see grace the screen of his dirty private Insta. Marinette had great Ladybug features right down to the freckles on her nose. The only bad thing was Marinette rarely posted any selfies at all, and although her account was an interesting documentary of her handmade fashions, it did not serve the dirty purpose his fake account had followed her for.

“So what?” He finally grabbed the phone from Nino and was getting back some of his composure, although his face was still deeply flushed.

“Oh no reason.” Alya’s smile was wicked, and it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

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Marinette ponders what she just witnessed while Alya blabs in her ear. She wasn’t holding the phone, but it sure looked like he was following a lot of slim girls with shoulder length black hair. If she didn’t know any better she would think he would have a type... And he certainly did nothing to dissuade that idea. He turned beet red and made some dumb excuse about photography. And that girl.. the one whose photo he had commented on, Marinette knew her. Well, she had previously followed her. Steelix has such a similar face structure to her own that she had been a phenomenal teacher of makeup to Marinette. She knew all the right things to use and what products would work on her just by watching what Steelix recommended. She had loved following her for her beauty content, but when her account started becoming more of a travel diary with pictures of her on island beaches in bikinis with inspirational quotes covering the captions, Marinette had to find other places to search for helpful information.

All of these thoughts were making her wonder about Adrien, and the things she had neglected to notice about him.

“If Adrien likes shorter, dark haired girls than why doesn’t he comment on my selfies like that?”

“Umm interrupt me, much?”

Oops, she didn’t mean to say that outloud.

“But maybe because you never post any, especially not to insta.”

Marinette thought about this. It was true she used her IG story to post updates on her Latest creations, and her grid was very much like a well thought out catalog. She was very proud of that page, but it was definitely not the place where she’d be posting cute sundress selfies.

“I use my Snapchat for personal stuff like that.”

“Exactly. And I bet you haven’t even given Adrian your snap.”

Marinette frowned, stealing a glance at the boys table. “No, I guess I haven’t.”

“Well what are you doing sitting here talking to me for? Go get his snap and start using it for evil!”

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“Hey Adrian! Wait up!”

Adrian was more nervous than he should have been when his friend approached, but he kept the feeling off his face. “Hey Marinette! What’s up?”

She stopped right in front of him, “I was just thinking about earlier, how you have a private instagram account.”

Adrians stomach dropped. Had she figured him out? Did she know he was using her and girls that looked like her to quiet his drowning ache for Ladybug? He was so ashamed of himself. He was weak, so desperately weak.

“And it just got me thinking that I’ve known you so long and we don’t even have each others snaps.”

“I’m so- wait, what?”

“Snapchat. We don’t even have eachother added. So, want to be friends?” Marinette held out her phone, snap code ready for him to scan, her happy little pigtailed Bitmoji smiling up at him.

Something warm ticked his belly. “Yeah, definitely.” He pulled out his phone and added her to his seldom used snap account.

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He has to add her on his old account, the one with the list of contacts from kids that once gave him their number. There really isn’t that many.

Adrien finds out quickly that Marinette posts her selfies on snap, and keeps her instagram clean and more professional. Very smart for a girl who is looking to go to college next fall. He clicks on her daily story; a picture of her in her bedroom mirror, a picture of fresh croissants and danish, a picture of Alya, Rose and some other girls at her lunch table, and then finally a selfie. A picture taken from straight above, she was lying down in her bed, light pink and white pajamas that looked like they may have a ribbed texture to them. He could see the edge of the selfie stick she was using to get such a wide angle, the idea that she had planned this sleepy in bed photo turned him on more than he could have ever dreamed. He could see the tops of her exposed thighs where her matching pj shorts abruptly ended. Her lean, exposed belly led up to the cropped short sleeve tshirt, that was so on-trend and so Marinette that he had no doubt she’d made it for herself.

Best of all, her blue eyes stared right back at him through the camera and her lips were puckered just right.

It was as he was getting himself all worked up thinking about the blue of her gaze, easing his own back down her body when he realized something else; she wasn’t wearing a bra. And the way she had arched her back to show off the muscles of her stomach only made it more obvious; and Adrian couldn’t believe he didn’t notice them before. Tiny peaks hidden behind soft pink fabric. He was going to lose his mind.

His heart was beating faster and he swallowed back guilt as he unzipped his pants. Her body was amazing, and he was insanely greatful she left this on infinite. He worked himself till climax thinking about what her nipples must look like beneath that thin pajama top, and what it might feel like to taste them. He kept working himself, more gently, thinking about that face, those lips and those eyes and how bad he wanted her to swallow him. Who? Marinette or Ladybug? Honestly in that moment he didn’t feel like he was using her pictures as a ladybug substitute. He cleaned off his phone and thought seriously if he should use his tablet to take a picture of the screen just so Marinette wouldn’t know he screenshoted her. Another, dirtier part of him wants her to know. Wants to comment on her pictures like he’s some random thirsty nobody. Tell her how she makes him sweat, how he can’t get enough. He wants to use his private page to stalk her, too.

Damn sometimes the lines get too confusing.

He sits there, weighing his options. This picture was too good for him to let go. But he didn’t want to look like he was chasing after Marinette’s thirst traps when he knew he was still just a dirty pervert for Ladybug. Adrien felt like screen recording would be even more creepy than a screenshot, and almost made him feel like he was coping out, being a chump. But if he did screenshot her what would Marinette say? Would she ignore it? Would he be sad if she did?

Adrien shook off his intrusive thoughts and screenshotted his new favorite photo. And for good measure; and maybe so he could feel like he was making a move instead of just drooling over his classmate; he sent “wow” with an emoji it took him way too long to choose. Stuck between the drooling or hot emoji he finally got fed up with himself tapped his screen and sent it off without letting himself immediately get anxious. He made a decision, over analyzing himself won’t help anything. Now he just had to wait for Marinette to respond.

And then he could freak out again.

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A/N: a work in progress, can someone help me come up with their snap handles? I don’t like the ones I have right now. Adriens is supposed to read as (BeAgreste= be•our•guest). I dunno! I’m not good with puns it’s the best I could do! Please help me!

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