#Yup no texture here

[blackrayser]

Colored Character Commission for Kethos I made in August 2023. Isobel Veloise, the Breton companion knight you recruit in the High Isle Chapter ⚔️

[dark-and-kawaii]

༺ 𝒯𝒾𝑒𝒻𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝒫𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝓎 𝒞𝑜𝒸𝓀𝓈 ༻

I can't stop thinking about the tieflings and their pretty fire pokers so here we are. Please enjoy xoxo

Zevlor - Dammon - Rolan - NSFW - Cock Talk

Zevlor

His cock is by far the most fascinating.

Zevlor's cock is so pretty and girthy, definitely the biggest of the three. So if you have a size kink this is the route to take because you'll be amazed at the sheer size of it.

Don't worry though, he won't ever force it all in at once. Zevlor would never hurt you, EVER! He'll take his time with you, warming you up and slowly pushing himself into you until you're ready to take all of him.

I know you've seen his face, well im happy to tell you that his cock comes with ridges just like on his face. Oh gosh, and its so veiny. The texture of his cock is enough to make you have an orgasm, you'll be trembling under him as soon as it enters you.

Like you can also feel him in your guts and he's not even trying.

He's cut with a beautiful smooth mushroom head. It does take some getting used to when it enters you. But licking it is something you've become obsessed with because of how it feels in your mouth, so that helps lube him up before.

Fuck, this mans cock always makes you feel worshiped and adored.

Did i mention Zevlor's cock comes with a nice curve to it, yup, that's right. This gentleman was absolutely blessed by the cock gods and he'll be able to hit all your favorite spots. Please expect to cum multiple times while with this man.

Fear not, because while you're a panting mess with his cum dribbling out of you, Zevlor will go find something to clean you off with and even bring you a glass of something to drink. Bath? If he can, he'll provide you with one.

Dammon

Dammon, sweet sweet Dammon. This man has a very pretty cock, you're obsessed with it okay.

Dammon isn't as large as Zevlor but he still has a good length to him along with just the right amount of girth.

Just because he isn't the biggest doesn't mean he can't fill you, because believe me, he can.

Always oozing pre cum which gives his head a nice sheen to it. Oh god you love the way his precum makes his head glisten, you can't help but want to fall to your knees and lick it clean.

His cock is uncut, not too veiny but has a nice contrast from the head to the shaft for your pleasure.

When the two of you first experienced sex his cock was the right amount of sweet and painful.

Let's be honest this man knows how to use his cock okay.

The way Dammon works his cock into you makes you feel so loved and like you're the only one for him, but that's not always the case. Dammon has two moods when it comes to his cock, sweetest tiefling in the world, and also the meanest tiefling in the world.

He can work your body as if you were a goddess or he can use and abuse you as if you were some sort of sleeve made for his cock.

This is why he's perfect, because even after he's made you a mess and treated you like some fuck doll he's right there at your side kissing your forehead with his arms wrapped around you. He'll always have something ready to clean you up with and he's not the kind of guy to just up and leave after hot ass sex.

Rolan

Rooolan!! Our precious sassy Rolan. I love imagining his cock. Its so fun.

Its so pretty, like sooooo pretty and it hits all the right spots.

Rolan has a very sensitive cock as well, like all you have to do is touch it and his breath will catch in his throat.

Lick it/ Suck it and he becomes a squirming mess because he's so damn sensitive.

Teasing him is an absolute delight :D.

Not veiny at all but has a nice curve to it. Rolan also has more length than girth.

Be prepared because this mans cock will hit your cervix.

It might hurt at first which he has mixed feeling about. He hates that you wince in pain but at the same time hes so proud that he can do that to you.

Sometimes it might even bruise you so like i said, be prepared.

Eventually you'll warm up to it though and it'll become the best thing you've ever experienced.

Oh yeah, remember i said his dick is sensitve, well yeah in the start of your sexual relationship he doens't last long.

Like your walls clenching his cock has him a trembling mess and he's trying his best not to orgasm right then and there. He wants to last a long time for you but sometimes its just hard.

I feel like i need to add this but Rolan is 100% clean shaven. Like he hates hair down there on himself. He doesn't mind it if it grows out a little, but it makes him feel very unclean. He's a pretty tiefling and he wants to keep it that way.

[artinvain]

werewolf!Sevika chasing reader in the woods for kinktober 👁️👁️

(alpha!Sevika for extra flavor 🙂‍↕️)

YUP YUP!!!! KINKTOBER DAY 7 - ABO. alpha!sevika x omega!reader

cw: abo dynamics, breeding kink, needy needy sex - unfortunatley tamer than i wanted it to be.

no men, minors, ageless/blank blogs allowed!!!!!!!!

sevika would often say "the chase is always sweeter than the prize". well that was before she had met you, the prettiest omega in the world, the only person she'd drop to a knee for. when she first scented you it was winter, she'd all but visibly stalked your warm scent through the streets and lost you in the woods.

she hadn't seen you since, if you lived past the trees you were in a no-mans-land. she didn't know how you could possibly be safe there alone and no one but silco knew she had a task force dedicated to finding and keeping you safe.

it's six months before they get a lead, a scent that drifted into an opening, and there was your cabin, sizeable and lush with green and flowers of every variety and colour. sevika instructed her people not to make contact and tonight, she had called them off completely. tonight, you were hers and hers alone.

from here it was between the two of you. she waits until nightfall, the air crisp and cooling her sunburnt skin. sevika is on the edge of impatience when she hears a branch crack behind her. she turns at the sound, a waft of your scent overwhelming her as you leap off further into the forest. sevika starts running, she's strong one of the strongest alphas in zaun - any omega would kill to have an alpha like her. one hell-bent on their pleasure and the destruction of all who would cause them harm. and here you are making her chase you.

and sevika was grateful for the opportunity, she's stumbling into trees and breaking bark off with the force, chasing you in this place you knew so well - she could only chuckle when she finally picks your fresh scent up again, only meters from your home.

sevika opens the door and sighs at the sight of you clad in a short linen nightgown falling against your plush curves. "omega,"

it's more of a command than a call and of course you follow her voice until you're standing in front of her, the stallion of a woman, her chest puffed in pride her stance making you bare your neck and sevika moans at the sight.

"made me chase just to give in so easily," sevika places a hand gingerly on your hip, "s'a bit pathetic don't you think?"

you shudder at her words, falling into her chest as grips your hips and pulls you closer. "i can't help it when you're this close -" finally you look up at sevika with your big bright eyes and she's hypnotised. she knows in that moment that you could ask her to do anything, anything and saying yes to you - doing it would be easier than breathing for her.

"i couldn't keep running from the need - from you," you finally admit, your hand snaking into her soft hair and you mona at the texture. "i've been fighting it for so long," you moan, reaching up to brush your nose against her collarbone and it's then that sevika can really smell you, under the adrenaline and the fear - the lust and genuine need. your heat rising to the top of your skin as if asking to stop the niceties.

sevika swoops down to kiss you, already heated and moaning into your mouth at the taste of you. she's squeezing and rubbing you ass and tugging at you nipples until you're whining profanities into her mouth. sevika lifts you up onto a table in your living room and kisses down your chest.

the way you groan at the feeling of her mouth on your nipples, her fingers warm and rough squeezing your nipples. the pent up need pouring out in pleasure as you cum.

"fuck, i need to taste," sevika groans kneeling and pulling your legs over her thighs to kiss between them and then lap at your pussy, suckling and licking your clit. she groans loudlhy at the taste of your cunt, easing her tongue into you and feeling herself start to throb painfully. sevika sinks a thick finger into your pussy and grips your thigh to keep your legs apart as she eats you.

"god, fuck thank you alpha, thank you," you yell, mouth perpetually open as you grip her hair. when you open your eyes, she's watching you keenly, her brows furrowed moaning all the time, you cum and sevika buries her head impossibly deeper, her fingers reaching a deep hilt inside you.

the way your soft cunt is throbbing on her fingers she can't help the cum from spills into her boxers, her cock sensitive with need. "please omega, wanna be inside you - need to fill you up, cum inside you,"

sevika whines, standing and without a hint of effort she picks you up, grabbing hold of you pillowy ass and carries you into the nearest room, the one that smells most like you and gently lays you on the bed.

"need you, sev, please," you gasp your eyes teary and your pussy pulsing, wet and sensitive. and "fuck, oh god, fuck you feel perfect," she's whining and trying not to cum when she eases inside you. sevika chokes on her moans, the sound of you heaving and the feeling of you bucking up into her has her cumming prematurely.

"shit mmhshit," sevika groans and still can't stop bucking her hips into you, sevika rubs your wet puffy clit until you're crying, shaking and making a mess on her dick

"need your knot," you whine, body shuddering as sev starts to snap and buck her hips against you -

"come on baby, one more f'me, just to make sure it takes. wanna get you pregnant," she moans, her knot swelling, your pulsating pussy so soft and fuck the way she's grinding into you - rubbing your gspot perfectly -

all that can be heard between the both of you is moans of glory and profanity, you grip sevika's arms, holding your hips down, "my pretty baby, gonna make you mine, cum on my cock honey,"

your eyes roll back when sev's hips snap hard into you and you cum, the feelking of euphoria prolonged when she cums inside you, her knot swelling, sevika leans over you in your final bouts of pleasure, kissing your face and holding you close.

🤫🏷️ @archangeldyke-all @sexysapphicshopowner @sevsbaby @iamaboringrattat @lavendersgirl @opropheticsoul @ariariarr @femme-historian

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

When you point out how neurodiversity affects whole areas of the brain, not just what we see as the presentation symptoms, it seems so obvious. I've known that many neurodivergent conditions have high rate of co-morbidities, but haven't thought about what that would mean. I really liked your explanation of what else dyslexia affects, it made me recategorise some of my sister's mom behaviours. I see time blindness, some executive dysfunction, organisation difficulties and go, yup, I've got that too, it's normal, and forget that most people don't struggle with that (I've suspected I have undiagnosed ADHD for years, but never got checked for it, since I suggested it my dad freaked out, insisting there was nothing wrong with me. I really should though)

May I ask how your synaesthesia manifests for you? I'm always curious about how neurodiversity manifests in people and how it affects them, because there are so many minor and major things not talked about. I apologise if that question makes you uncomfortable, you don't have yo answer it.

Anyway, thank you for your explanation! It made a lot of things click all at once for me.

If you want lots of examples of how my synaesthesia works, I have a tag you could trawl here. But, I have a few different types; the common numbers-have-colours one, but I also get textures and sensations and feelings, and about... literally everything. Numbers, words, people's voices, names, personalities, the plots of media, images, everything.

Soooo, yeah. Sensory overload is the big impact; trial and error over the years has shown me it's primarily auditory, so if I can wear earplugs I can cope for longer in 'busy' environments. The other thing is that it really does a number on my mathematical ability, though, because, I shit you not, the colours get in the way. When I was a small child I was shown that 3 + 5 = 8, and my brain went "Yes, orange + pink = brown, got it" and ever since then if I see a 3 and a 5 together in a sum it DOES NOT MATTER what the operator is, I immediately assume the answer is 8. 3 plus 5? 8. 3 minus 5? Also 8. 3 times 5? Buddy you'll never guess. But it's 8.

It takes conscious effort not to do this T_T

The other thing is that I really, REALLY suffer from this thing where someone goes "Hey, we should watch Program X" but the problem is, you see, the problem is, I cannot stand the sensation I get from the name Program X, and therefore I will not watch it out of disgust that is totally unrelated to the actual show. This applies to all media, places, human beings, etc. (It is obviously a thing I have to be careful of when it's human beings.)

I think everything else I have is ADHD-related though, so that's probably everything I can put down to the synaesthesia.

[enhancedpartytime]

Gear Station Beta Models!

yup! im not done with beta bw content! today i learned how to open and convert the 3d models from the game :D

gear station went through a bunch of small iterations, but i'll mostly only be covering the big ones here. special thanks to mike on tcfr discord for their bulk imd to nsbmd tool, made this all a lot faster.

first iteration, r5560, was just a placeholder. the next, r5587, a different placeholder.

r13174 is where we see the first unique model

then it stays the same until r13615, where we get the first version of the circular station! its got a different floor and walls, and most notably features a completely different type of train to what we see in the final!

by r21783 there is also a pillar, signs, and a pc.

r27157 is where we get the textures we're familiar with, such as the iconic orange stairs. the trains are also separated out into their own model at this point! they're a lot closer to their finals- but with slightly different textures.

from then until the final revision, r39606, is just a series of adding in all the little details, such as the colored signs.

the files for gear station can be found at /trunk/resource/fldmapdata/land_data/land_res/m_gstation01_00_00.imd and trunk/resource/fldmapdata/build_model/imdfiles/c04_gtrain_01.imd

i have also converted and uploaded every revision of both files for anyone to use! folders include the original imd files, and converted nsbmd, dae, obj, mtl and texture files. do be warned that depending on the file type and the program you open it with, some textures may not be mapped correctly. i recommend using the nsbmd files with apicula for the most accurate mapping.

[tocomplainfriend]

I am mad

Yup!

Bro shut up, she is white - being Latina is not a race, is an not the same as color skin. And she is a second generation immigrant too. So like... this isn't like a Salvadorian person doing a cartoon, is a daughter of Salvadorians... That grew in the USA. Being Latino doesn't mean you aren't white, you can be any race and Latino. Still wouldn't make up for the lack of representation or the existing racism. In the piece of media that's "diverse".

Salvadorian is not a race, LMAO. That's crazy- you think someone from Argentina who is white, is not white cause of their nationality??? Being Latino and having that culture does not equal a race. It's in itself a racist thing. This Latino = Race is terrible, It also comes from the idea of the "You are not Latino because you are not brown", assuming all people from Latino America are brown by default. You know how much has that happen to me? -AND MANY OTHER PEOPLE.

(I'm Latino btw)

I already have an older post about it, but - you can really see the lack of diversity in the show a lot. (Will talk about it even more other day).

Again the main thing you get is MEN, hypersexual skinny queer men (cis). You won't get to see female characters being well written, thought all the season 1 and all the episodes we got rn of season 2. All characters are skinny and similar body types and repetitive design choices. Funny enough, shows that lack of human characters still have better race-coding that helluva. (and well in hazbin you'll get POC characters that are gray, lack all ethic features... even when they are humanoid. So that is great.)

Bro you could, you imagine a character being black and having different textured hair, and you go to hell... AND EVEN THO YOU ARE HUMANOID- your hair became straight and spiky, and you are now a light gray? If you build a world like that... it just seems like the perfect racist excuse to delete ethic features out a POC character because you don't want to draw them. "Not going to a single hint of their race/culture unless it revolves on their death"... If the character became a fucking coin with dot eyes, maybe (not really, shows with no human/humanoid characters still are capable to race-code their characters). But all of these characters are humanoid- why do none of them have their different characteristics? Also, this is about a real person in the real world choosing how to design a character.

This tweet also implies that a black character when they were a life they had ethic features, but lose them when they go to hell. Which is even more fucking stupid.

If a white person with straight hair goes to hell, and their hair remains straight (assuming it has nothing to do with their death), why wouldn't there be black people with textured hair? This is dumb. This goes back to the fucking thing of "No black people in fantasy media", In the same way, it's stupid for fantasy stories to revolve around white people characteristics in fictional species and people in that world- not including all the rest of diverse human characteristics POC people have it's crazy. The biggest problem here is why the fuck all Viv's sinners characters (main characters designed by her) that are supposed to black (or mixed like Alastor) have 0 characteristic. THEY ARE HUMANOID, THEY AREN'T EVEN ABSTRACT OR AN ANIMAL OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT. She didn't want to draw that nor change designs, and wanted to justify the whole concept of Alastor even using Voodou.

HOW ARE ALL THE ANGELS THAT VIV WANTS TO BE BLACK (black voice actors specified, or are race specified) HAVE NOTHING??? LIKE HELLO THE 'I'm such a nice angel character girl' HAS SPIKY STRAIGHT HAIR??? SHE IS AN ANGEL AND BLACK, WHY DIDN'T YOU DID HER HAIR TO BE CLOUDS- It's THE EASIEST SHIT YOU COULD’VE DONE.

BOOM! A FUCKING TROLL FROM A KIDS MOVIE WITH DIFFERENT HAIR. BOOM! THE FUNK TROLLS ARE SO EXPLICITLY BLACK CODED.

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Bro, you know this whole thing of people with textured hair have to forcefully straighten their hair or wear wogs to a job... because people consider it ""Unprofessional"" cause racism? The erasure and discrimination of POC people and their features is a problem. That's why it is important to people represent all of those things:

(Marvel's Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur)

The only reason of why Alas tor is even mixed is purely cause Viv used the Voodou symbols because she thought they were creepy and edgy. It's sucks that all the angels and sinners that are supposed to be black have nothing.

[radioactivedotcom]

🌵 succulent set 🌵 [conversions] - SIMBLREEN 2023 TREAT 06

yup. yupyupyup… you’re seeing this right, this is… 70 succulents, 3 big cactus, 15 pots, a wall shelf… and a cat sculpture. don’t ask me, it spoke to me.

i’ve only put under the cut the packages that are over 10k polygons, pls understand… this is… a LOT. all the plants are in the shrubs category. the pots are in the deco plants category and come in 6 swatches.. you can have fun matching the succulents with the pots of your choice :)

– 90 packages –

all lods

bgc

find them by typing [RDC] or Succulent Set in the search bar

credits for 3D models&textures can be found in the description boxes

recolors are very welcome!! (and yes you can include the mesh, in builds as well, as long as there’s NO PAYWALL)

– through here for all my s4 downloads –

tag me if you use!

download: sfs - mediafire (unzip and drop in your mods folder)

––– links not working? try right-clicking and opening in a new tab!

~ have fun ~

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items with high-ish polygon counts under the cut

Succulent 21: 12k

Succulent 31: 10k

Succulent 34: 12k

Succulent 42: 13k

Succulent 49: 10k

Succulent 54: 10k

[quillpokebiology]

You mentioned a couple of times Bisharp and Gallade pair well, do you have any facts or pic on this crossbreed? :0

Yup! Here is one with a Bisharp father!

Pokemon Crossbreeds: Knight

Knight is the name for members of the Gardevoir line whose father's were members of the Bisharp line. The breed was named after their more armored and knight-like appearance. They've been bred by humans for a long time, as both Bisharp and Gardevoir have been by humans for centuries.

Ralts

Knight Ralts gain larger and sharper horns, a split-colored head that has a slightly metallic texture, and a mark on their chest that resembles a chest-plate. Due to the larger and sharper horn, these ralts are able to pick up on emotions easier, which can be overwhelming for them. These ralts are more defensive and aggressive than standard ralts.

Kirlia

Knight Kirlia no longer have flaps of skin resembling a skirt, instead, having fat wrap around their legs which look like pants. They have broader shoulders, sharper horns, and a darker stomach resembling a chestplate. It still follows the defensiveness and aggression of Bisharp, and they are often seen leading packs of Knight Ralts.

Gardevoir

My personal favorite of this line. Knight Gardevoir gain a sharp horn on their head, a green top, green gloves, and a bit longer hair. Knight Gardevoir have been loved for centuries for their mastery over battle and their more serious and knowing disposition. They lead groups of Knight Ralts and Kirlia. Some ancient kings in Galar had a Knight Gardevoir. Mega Knight Gardevoir gain long hair and longer ears, resembling Kingambit more than regular Knight Gardevoir.

Gallade

Knight Gallade gain the crest of Bisharp, border shoulders, extra blades on their arms, and larger hips. Not much changes behaviour wise, as Gallade are already aggressive and noble pokemon, but many battlers love this breed for their extra blades and extra defense. Mega Knight Gallade gain longer ears and a black cape, resembling the hair of Kingambit.

//My designs can be used by anyone if you credit me! Talking about designs under the cut

I had the idea for this crossbreed but I put it in the back of my mind bcuz there was always something new ig.

Ralts was pretty easy to design. It's hair already looks like a helmet, so I just made it look more like Pawniard's helmet. Was gonna leave the helmet primary colored, but then I went hack and gave it two color to match Pawniard's more.

Kirlia was more difficult bcuz it and Bisharp don't have much in common, so I instead just made it more serious looking and gave it the traits I could; like feet, hands, shoulders, and a chestplate.

I traced an old Gardevoir crossbreed I made bcuz I prefer the one I made over the canon one (for tracing at least. Also, its called Chantelaines Gardevoir!). But my main goal was to make it look a bit like those Warrior queens you see. For both Gardevoir and Gallade, I primarily used Bisharp as inspo because it felt right, but I did put Kingambit in there top (the sword mustache becoming long ears, the triangle shaped shoulders, and the markings on the shoulders).

I gave Mega Gardevoir longer hair to match Kingambit's. I also traced an older piece, which was traced from canon, but I just used it for the small edits I made when I made it.

Gallade was nice, and lowkey inspired by Roman Gladiators. Random fact, but did you know gladiators rarely ever killed? It was like wrestling back then, so it would be expensive to have them die, and extreme violence in Gladiator fights was frowned on. There were some cases where murder in gladiator fights were encouraged, but not as many as you'd think. Anyways! I was so happy to fix Gallade's hip wheel bcuz while Gallade may be one of my fav pokemon and I think the hip wheel is a furled up dress, I can still find it weird.

Not much changes with mega gallade, and I kept the OG color scheme. Though, the cap was hard to color since I kept swapping from blue to green to black. Eventually I decided on black to match with Kingambit's hair since it already didn't have a lot of Kingambit traits.

[deniisu-sims]

Love Handles Bakery Agate Set - 4t3 conversion

Yup, I'm very aware Studio Papillon (can't tag her, maybe she deleted her blog?) converted this set first.

BUT

Despite being beautiful, the original objects are VERY high poly (the tiered stand is 36.6k ffs) and have way too big textures for their size (1k/2k)

So I reduced polycount, rebaked new multipliers (on much more lenient 512 and 256 sizes), enabled 2 recolorable channels, and now they're closer to gameplay friendly. Yes, they're still on the high side, but 7k (tiered stand, the heaviest of the set) is much easier on the game than the old versions.

I kept the slots almost in the same way as the TS4 version except for the cake stand - it has the larger central slot for the big cakes but also four small ones for smaller items.

The items come with a recolored EA limestone pattern in the presets, but they're meant to be used with my agate patterns right here. Yeah, this is part 2/2 of my little project.

All the gorgeous (and functional) pastries and drinks shown were made by the great @aroundthesims.

No original link - creator is inactive and their blog got deleted. Found the files on a random reblog.

In Surfaces > Misc and Appliances > Misc, $20 to $90. Search for Deniisu if you have one of the mods. BGC.

DOWNLOAD (SFS, package) DOWNLOAD (Dropbox, package)

[robertdowneyjjr]

tiramistake

for @meidui

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“Hey babe,” Steve greets as he exits the elevator and finds Tony splayed across the couch in the common room. He beelines towards his boyfriend as Clint follows him out with a plastic bag in hand.

“Got you dessert,” Clint says, placing the bag on the coffee table. “Your favorite.”

“Ooh!” Tony makes grabby hands at the bag as he lifts himself into a sitting position. “Gimme.”

Steve takes the container out of the bag but moves it out of reach just as Tony is about to take it from him. “Just so you know, I told him this wasn’t a good idea,” he says before handing the box over along with a fork.

Tony frowns. “That’s silly. Tiramisu is never a bad idea.” He eagerly opens the box, cracking the plastic lid as he does so. Without another word, he sinks his fork into the cake as his two friends watch. They know he never shares his tiramisu anyway.

A bit of cake drips from his fork as he lifts it towards his mouth. Weird, but he shrugs it off mentally. Maybe the cream just melted a bit on their way back to the tower.

He takes his first bite, relishing the richness of the chocolate powder. Then the rest of the taste hits him. He looks at the container and digs around the cake, analyzing it.

“It doesn’t taste like coffee,” he tells Clint. He lifts up another forkful, looking at the cake from every angle. “Why is there no texture? Where are the ladyfingers?” He takes a bite again. There’s nothing but cream and chocolate powder. And some orange liquid that keeps dripping off the damn fork.

“I think there’s a ladyfinger in the bag,” Clint says, digging through the plastic. He pulls out a small paper bag. “Yup, here it is.”

“A ladyfinger. Singular. As in one lone ladyfinger.” Tony squints into the paper bag as he takes it from Clint. “And it’s… crunchy.”

“I think you’re supposed to dip it in the cream,” Clint says. As if that’s a normal thing to do when eating tiramisu. Next to Tony, Steve covers his face with a hand and sinks deeper into the couch cushions.

“Remind me where you guys went for lunch again?”

His other hand joins the first as Steve mumbles, “That new Thai place down on 42nd.”

“But you got dessert where?”

“At the Thai place, obviously,” Clint responds. “I saw tiramisu on the menu and knew we needed to get it for you.”

Right. Obviously.

“You got tiramisu from a Thai restaurant.”

“Duh. It’s Thai milk tea tiramisu. Neat twist, right?”

That explains the drippy orange mess.

Tony places the container of cream back on the coffee table and stands up. Pointing at Clint, he demands, “Birdboy, come with me.” He pauses as he nears the elevator and turns back to Steve. “You’re coming too.”

He leads them to the garage and herds them into the first car he finds, then gets behind the wheel. For the first time in a long time, he drives silently, with no music playing or idle conversation to pass the time. Even as Clint asks over and over again where they’re going, Tony does nothing but stew in a deep kind of sadness that he had never felt before.

When Tony finally pulls over half an hour later, Steve sucks in a deep breath. “We’re really in it this time,” he mutters as he gets out of the car.

“Alright, Stark. This is getting weird. Why are we here?”

Tony can only glare at Clint for a moment before he turns on his heels and walks through the gates, knowing the other two men will follow. When he finally reaches his destination, he spares Clint only another glance before he faces forward again to look at Maria Carbonell Stark’s headstone.

“Apologize.”

“What?!”

Tony huffs and looks back at Clint. “Apologize to my mother, Barton. What you did today was disrespectful.”

“Excuse me?”

Turning once again to where his mom is laid to rest, Tony whines. “He gave me an abomination and called it tiramisu, mama. That was mean. And gross. You would be so disgusted. If he doesn’t apologize you should totally haunt his ass.”

“Hey! I don’t want to be haunted by your mother’s ghost!”

“Then apologize.”

“Fine!” Clint steps forward and grumbles, “I’m real sorry, Mrs. Stark. It won’t happen again.” He turns to Tony. “I hate you. But I’m sorry. I honestly thought you might like it.”

“You’re forgiven.”

Tony turns to his other side, where Steve is trying his best to muffle his laughter behind his fist.

“Now you. Apologize.”

Steve’s hands fall to his sides as his jaw drops. “Me? What did I do?”

“You didn’t try harder to stop him. You’re supposed to protect me,” Tony says indignantly.

“Alright, fine.” Steve sighs as he steps up to speak. “I’m sorry, ma’am. I’ll never let your son taste another bad tiramisu again for as long as I live.”

“Remember you can always haunt them if they go back on their word, mama. Okay, love you, I’ll be back soon!” Tony turns to go, holding Steve’s hand as they walk back to the car where Clint is already waiting. “Now let’s go get me some real cake.”

[vulpixisananimal]

<Null> {Mal Du Pays} (Siffrin) [Loop] [(???)]

[(Darkest of night. No moon in sight and stars that hide. The curtains were closed. They were closed, they really were closed. Actors milling about back stage, yet here you are, in the dusty forgotten corridors.)]

[(You woke up and couldn't sleep. Didn't want to. Finally, no annoying voices, just, you. Siffrin. Only Siffrin. Nothing more, nothing less. You stood there in the night for a minute, feeling the winds and the biting chill of the seasons turn to winter.)]

[(You walk to The Kids cooking supplies. You crouch down, and start rummaging.)]

[(You take a piece of carrot, and bite. Crunchy, different, tastes okay. You bite into an onion. Tasty, burns, good. Bread, boring, bleh. Garlic, oh that's a fun taste, strong, VERY strong.)]

[(Spices, too. You taste the cinnamon, thyme, ginger, good and textured, flavored, you cough a few time. Next is some drops of vanilla, peppermint-)]

"What're you doing?" [(You turn around. The Kid is there, it looks like having just woken up.)]

". . . Testing for poison!" [(You lie. What, would you say the truth? The truth that you hadn't gotten to taste something like this, REALLY taste something like this, for a long, long time? No. So you lie.)]

[(The Kid squints at you.)] ". . . Who're you?"

"I'm, Siffrin?" [(You reply.)]

"Nuh uh." [(They cross their arms.)] "'Frins weird but not THAT weird."

"But that's my name!" [(Keep your voice down.)] "Regular old helpful Siffrin, just, helping out?"

"Don't lie to me!" [(The Kid's trying to be quiet.)] "I know you're 'Frin 'cause you're ALL 'Frin but you're not the 'Frin I know!"

"Then just. Call. Me. Siffrin!" [(You're smiling.)] "Why don't you back to bed? Big day tomorrow, kiddo."

"Nuh." [(Big pout.)] "You gotta sleep too, not'frin. AND I still dunno who you are!"

"I said I'm-"

"I KNOW!!" [(The Kid barely contained their shout, then paused, then continued.)] ". . . Lulu's 'Frin, Null's 'Frin, 'Ays is 'Frin, you're 'Frin. Sif'frin got that name 'cause they're around a lot. You're 'Frin but you're also, uhm. . ."

[(You stare at them, still smiling. Then to the pack. You grab a bottle.)] "What's this?"

"Huh? Oh, saffron. 's Spice." [(The Kid shrugs, distracted.)]

[(You pause, then take some out and eat it. . . Tasty, floral, earthy, good.)]

". . . You're a weirdfrin." [(The Kid walked closer.)] "Weirdy weirdo weirdfrin."

"Yup! That's me! Weirdy weirdfrin Siffrin!" [(You turn and smile, holding the bottle up.)] "Saffron?"

"Uh huh."

"Do I really need a nickname if I'm Siffrin?"

"Uh HUH!" [(The Kid said insistently.)] "Same body or not you'd need a nickname!"

". . ." [(You hate it. So confident, mean, cooking good, kind now? The Kid was talking to you, talking to you. . . Normally? Fine. You put the cooking things back.)] "Saffron then. I liked it."

"Ok Saffron!" [(Well and just like that, you two were best buddies again. They helped put the mess away, but handed you the onion.)]

". . . . Onion?"

"You took a bite, dummy, eat it."

". . . Oh, right."

[(You take a few more bites of the onion, eye watering, it's, too much. You put it down.)]

"Heh, stupidfrin." [(The Kid looked so smug right now.)] "Punishment onion."

"Punishment onion." [(You agree solemnly, still smiling. You stand up.)] "I'm sleeping. Good night."

"Uh. . . Night." [(You turned away from The Kid. It all felt so alien, even still. . .)]

[(. . . You may never get used to this.)]

>>>

|You bolt upright. It's the middle of the night, you're, you're in a room, an inn room? Are you traveling? You are traveling, aren't you. You remember a lot of, walking. And before, fighting, no, and, before-|

|Red|

|The blanket feels heavy and inviting, and a second body lying in the bed was warm and soft, but, you had to get up. You stand, wobbly, your body feels wrong, very wrong, and small. Your vision is wonky, just, step by step. You walk to a little side of the room, mirror, mirror, mirror, you need, a mirror- there!|

|You can barely see yourself in this light. You, candle, or, crafted lamp, or- you find a small crafted light. With a spark you turn it on, a soft glow in the corner of a room and, and you look, in the mirror. . .|

|. . . . .|

|. . . . . That's not your face.|

|Your're, young. You look soft. You have messy darkless hair with dyed ends. You have one eye, and had scars down the neck. Your arms were short, you were short. You were breathing faster, you, you, this, you, you KNEW this body.|

|You're crying, no, nononono why, what's going on, why are, you, you remember, do you remember? No you do! Because, because it's, this body, it belongs to-|

"Siffrin?" |A soft, concerning voice came from accros the room. You whip around to see that other person, no, Isabeau. Isabeau was looking at you. You couldn't hide your emotions.|

". . . ." |You, couldn't speak. What, what do you do?!? Why are you here?!? You're and in their body, THEIR body, that body, person, someone, you, ruined the life of. Destroyed. Crushed. A-and, and-|

"H-heyyy it's okay, it's okay." |He was talking so softly. Like, like he cared about you?| "Are you new?"

". . . N-new?" |You finally say, your voice feels wrong.|

". . Haaaave you walked around? Like, this? Before?"

|'Like this' does he mean in a different persons body? Or outside of the house? Of frozen time? Just, answer.| "I. . . I don't think so?"

"Okay!" |He smiles at you.| "Don't, uh, freak out? So uh, youuuu're kind of sharing a body with a few people- oh crab are you okay?"

|Huh? Are you- oh. You touch your cheek, you're crying.| "I. . . I'm sorry, I don't know why. . ."

"It's okay, this stuff's confusing, haha. . ." |He looks away, he's worried.| ". . . O-oh! Sif keeps a journal, I think there's some stuff in there about, all this?"

"O-okay. . ." |You walk back over to your side of the bed with the lamp. There's a pack, yours? You think? After a bit of looking, you find a book you think is right, and open it.|

|. The inside cover has a couple pictures pressed into it. The first is a childs drawing of five figures, the one in the middle has an arrow with the word "You!" pointing to it. The second one is a smaller one with another figure on it. The first page had a big, bold, "DON'T PANIC!!!" at the top. Too late, but you read on, and, Universe willing, you would feel better after.|

|"If you're reading this, you're probably confused on what's going on." The handwriting was neat and deliberate, if this was to be a message to you, well, it was well crafted. "I'll try and explain things nice and quick, but you'll get the idea soon enough."|

|"You're sharing a body with me (Siffrin) and four other people at time of writing. Don't ask why, the brain just, kinda does this sometimes? I dunno." Ah yes, this was making you very confident. "This book we've been using to try and remember things, and note down who else we're sharing a body with."|

|"You see those pictures? That's our family! We're traveling with them all now, and they all know about our whole "body thing", so feel free to talk to them." Ah, that makes sense. The big, tough looking one must be Isabeau?|

|As if on cue, you turn to see him offer you a glass of water. You take it, smiling. He smiles back.|

|Back to the book. "There's some papers on this stuff in our bag if you want specifics, and at the back of the book we've been writing down who's in our little "system." So feel free to add yourself! It'll save everyone a headache." Can't you just, dissapear for a bit instead? "Lastly, we've also been writing down events daily starting on the next page. Leave a note on the latest entry when you read this. K?"|

|"We're all in this together, okay? Welcome to the club. - Siffrin."|

|. . . . You wanted to throw up.|

|You wanted to scream and cry and run away and dive into the ocean. You wanted to punch something. You wanted to see something break. You wanted to see the stars, you, you, you didn't want this. Right? N-no you, you don't deserve to be here. You SHOULDN'T be here. You felt, strange, like, you're not, who you think you are. . .|

|You remember yourself. You remember fighting yourself. You remember, pain, suffering, tears- Oh stars you can't think about that. You got a headache, and were crying more. You drink some of the water, calm, down. You just need water, and to breathe. Breathe in, hold for 1..2..3.........9..10.. And out. . . .|

"You okay?" |You hadn't noticed, but Isabeau had moved next to you.|

|You nod.| "I am. . . Okay. Just, okay."

"Well, uh, I'm here to help, okay?"

|You nod again, then back to the journal. You flip to the back of the book. At the top of the back page was one big title with stylised stars around it.|

|"CONSTELLATION"|

|. . . Oh, a collection of stars. It is what you all were. So, that's the name of your group? Cute. You look at the entries.|

|"Siffrin. He/they. I'll be in charge of the body the most."|

|"Loop, They/them~ Your wonderful, helpful Loop~"|

|"Mal Du Pays. It/its. Protector. Dont hurt the body and we're fine."|

|"Null. He/him. That's all you're getting."|

|"Saffron. He/they."|

|You were a little curious, or worried, why the last entry didn't have more detail. No matter, there were more in detailed descriptions on the next couple pages, too. . . You, you should add one.|

|. . . . . . . . . . . .|

|"Asterion. He/him."|

|The name just, came to you. You don't know why, but, you knew that was your name. Asterion. Oh. . . Or was it Asterius? You felt both were right, but, the first you. . . Liked more. Either a father of a tyrant king, or monster said king was cursed with. . . You didn't put more details in the journal. You didn't want to. And, if you did, you had a terrible feeling they'd. . .|

|. . . . You look at the latest journal entries.|

|Earlier Today: "Got into town! We'll take a day to relax, Wolworth is just a little bit further. Still glad that talk about Saffron went well - Sif"|

|Yesterday: "Fought sadness. Getting repopulated. Very weak. All is good. - MAL"|

|Two days ago: "Well it looks like lovely our new addition made the decision for us! He woke up in the middle of the night and scared Bonnie oh so badly. Eating an onion? Spices?!? Ugh, at least we have a name, now. Saffron. - Loop<3"|

|. . . How. . . Eventful? You have strange, phantom memories of these events. Remember remembering, like you should know it but don't. . . You leave a note under the latest entry.|

|"Woke up at night, not sure why I am here. Isabeau was able to help." You think for a moment. . . "I will not cause trouble, I am just very anxious about all of this. I may hide, but, thank you for the introduction. - Asterion"|

|You stared at the letters you wrote on the page. Reading and re-reading them a thousand times at least. . . They wont find out. They, can't find out. Please, don't find out. . .|

|You take a breath, and hold it, then release. You close the book and put it to the side.|

"Better?" |Isa asks. You drink the rest of the water he got you.|

"I. . . Yes." |You turn off the lamp and lay back down, staring at the ceeling.| "Yes I, I think I'll be okay."

|. . . Eventually, you close your eyes. Isabeau gets closer to you. As if on instinct, you fit yourself into his arms. He's warm, strong, and protective. . . Oh. . If he knew. . .|

|You had no plan. What WAS there to plan. You, lost. You lost one hundred times, in fact. Your title will live down and be remembered by all as one of doom. Oh. .The man who nearly saved a country. Well. . . Oh would it have truly been saved? Would it not just be forgotten in time as your home was?|

|That made it hurt all the more.|

|You, were not, him.|

|You felt with every bone in your body that you were that tyrant frozen in time. But you know in your soul you were not. The memories you have of those bloodiest of battles. . Oh. . They showed a villain who was cruel. So, so cruel. . Oh you could never do such a thing. It hurt to think about. It hurt to remember. And it hurt, it hurt in your stomach when you, you. . .|

|. . . You need, to sleep. . .|

|. . .|

|Your name is Asterion. And you are The King.|

[jisungchan]

30 minutes | na jaemin

or: where your friend convinces you to get a massage for the first time

further on this drabble i wrote read part two, 60 minutes, here!

⚔︎ warnings: masseuse!jaemin x collegestudent!reader, afab! reader, hella petnames from jaem (angel, sweetheart, etc.) softdom!jaemin, nipple play, fingers in mouth, fingering (f!receiving), lighttttt praise (more like encouragement idk), NO race specific descriptors (skin colour, hair texture, etc.), NO body type specific descriptors (size of reader body parts, height, weight, etc.), no piv... jaem does NOT whip his dick out sorry... if i missed anything lmk!

~2k word count

a/n: giving the people what they wanted (by people i mean me and two others)

with the stress of school, your friend had just the thing she said would help you relax and destress.

“i’m telling you! a quick 30 minute massage is perfect to help you work out all this tension in your body!’ your friend said, walking behind you gripping your shoulders.

“i’m not sure, i’ve never had one before; it’s making me even more tense because i’m nervous…” you trailed off, thinking about being practically naked while a stranger felt all over your body. 

with no time left to turn around, you two walked into the doors of the small massage parlour.

massage parlour near your college town. the inside was dim, with warm lamps illuminating the front room. there were green plants everywhere - hanging from the ceiling, the walls, and some on little plant stools. the faint smell of lavender and eucalyptus coming from essential oil diffusers filled your senses as you got closer to the front desk. standing behind the counter was a friendly woman, in about her late 30s, she smiled as you two walked up.

“brought a friend this time, y/f/n?” 

“yup, if you think i’m stiff, wait until you see her.” 

you simply rolled your eyes, taking in the rest of the surroundings as your friend finalised the appointment with the receptionist. finally, she led you two to the hallway, where there were only 4 different massage rooms. she gave you each a fresh warm towel and robe and notioned to your rooms.

rooms,

two opposite rooms.

sensing your confused face, your friend laughed at you, 

“what, you thought i booked us a couple’s massage or something? go! i’ll see you in a bit, hopefully you’re feeling better then.” she snickered and disappeared behind her door. 

following suit, you went into the, once again dimly lit, room. this time, peach and vanilla hit your nostrils. the room was quite small, a cushioned table sat in the middle. similar greenery around like the lobby, with a sprinkle of pink flowers. you start to undress, simply taking off everything but your bra and underwear, opting to leave them on for some sense of privacy. you slip the robe on and sit on your phone, waiting until the masseuse comes in.

after a few minutes, you heard three knocks at the door. jolting up, you meet eye to eye with him.

him…

why were you under the assumption your masseuse would be a woman? you had no clue. wondering if your friend might have strategically picked out the masseuse for you.

“hi sweetheart, i’m jaemin, and i’ll be helping you out today, is that okay?” he asked with a sickly sweet grin. stepping into the room completely and shutting the door behind him. he donned a simple black shirt with loose jogging pants, a comfortable pair of slippers at his feet. you couldn’t help but take a deep breath, he was hot.

his arms had a few veins slightly protruding up to his biceps, which seemed to be fighting against the hem of his sleeve. his chest held itself in a proud position, square and present, which was a contrast to how small his waist was, disappearing under the fabric of his tee. his collar exposed some of his collarbone, shining in the warm lighting of the intimate room. his face, he had plump lips which adorned a small smile. his skin was glistening from within - looking as plump and bouncy as his lips. his hair set a bit messy, but not enough to take away from his beauty, though you’re not sure if anything could take away from his attractiveness.

“hello? you doing okay there angel?” he asked again, teeth showing as he laughed a bit at your obviously flustered state. 

“oh! uhm yea, all good!” you replied quietly yet eagerly - eager to get this massage over so you  can curse your friend out in the car. 

he walked over to you, making your heart race even faster. “let’s take your robe off and get you ready, yeah?” he asked as one of his hands went to undo the tie and the other went to your collarbone, slowly peeling it off just the top half of your body. 

he chuckles again as he sees you in your bra and underwear still,

“trust me princess, it feels much better with all of your clothes off.” 

he then turns you by your shoulders, facing away from him, as he undoes your bra clasp, lightly grabbing the strap and placing it on the pile with the rest of your clothes. 

sensing your rigidness, he leads you to the table, all but two steps, and helps you lay down, keeping you facing away so you don’t expose yourself to him.

he places the towel over your lower half, then finishes taking off the rest of your robe. 

being in such a vulnerable position, you felt goosebumps all over your body, awaiting his next move. you were face down through the hole in the table, trying your best to regulate your breathing. 

“first massage, is it?” he asks, rubbing his hands with a faint sweet smelling oil.

“y-yeah…” you stutter, trying to make yourself as comfortable and relaxed as possible. 

he chuckled, “it’s okay, i’ll take good care of you, but you have to relax, can you do that for me love?” he asks, hands softly hitting your back, starting to rub the oil all over. 

you mutter a quiet yes, letting him get to work. 

he starts on your lower back, working out all the tenseness from your lumbar, working his way up to your mid back at your waist. admittedly, it felt nice. you could feel your mind emptying as you worked his magic with his hands. working his way up to your shoulders, he put a bit more strength into massaging the knots out.

“what’s got you so stressed, hmm?” he asks, seemingly genuinely. 

“school.” you say flatly, focusing on the way his large hands work their way into the grooves of your muscles and release tension. 

he moves down your arms, massaging your biceps and forearms, making his way down to your hands. he takes your one hand in his two, and slips his fingers in between each one, lightly yet firmly squeezing along all sides of each digit, making sure you feel him on every area of your body. he takes your palm face up in his hand, using his other to gently press into it. using his thumbs to splay across the skin. you feel your hand submit into his hold, reveling in the way it feels. once he’s done with both hands, he delicately places them back at your sides.

he walks down the table to your legs. starting at your feet, he works similarly as he did to your hands, working his way up to your calves, he feels the muscle and uses his flat palm to firmly rub up and down. moving onto your thighs, he wraps his large hands around each thigh, using his thumbs to manipulate the flesh and dig into your softness. as he inches closer and closer to the cusp of your rear, he again has his hands wrapped around your lower hips, using his long thumbs to swipe just where your rear ends and your thighs meet. he fingers are so lengthy, you can feel them dangerously close to your pelvic bone, almost skimming the outer edge of your panties. you lightly moan at the feeling, hoping it was quiet enough for him not to hear.

what you didn’t see is how his ears perked up to the beautiful noise that just came out of your mouth. he looks up at the back of your head, which seems to be pressed into the head rest a bit further than before. he releases your hips from his grip and goes back to your shoulders, flipping you around.

your face immediately blushes and your eyes widen, arms quickly going to cross against your chest. 

“this is a full body massage, so let’s see how your chest feels, yeah?” he asks, the same utterly sugary smile adoring his lips as before. you simply nod and slowly lower your arms back to your sides. looking to the opposite side as to try to hide your face from the embarrassment present. 

he reaches for more oil, this time drizzling it directly on your chest, causing you to hiss and arch your back at the cold sensation. his smile turning a bit more devious at your reaction. he reached down and takes each breast into each hand, taking the malleable tissue and squeezing it every which way to his liking. he lets one of your breasts go, opting to softly caress your stomach, while the other lingers to pinch your nipple. 

“ahh! jaemin!” you squeal, back attempting to arch, but his other hand on your stomach presses it back flat. 

“shhh, it’s okay, it feels good, doesn't it?” you nod, one hand up by your mouth, as he continues to twist and pull at each nipple. eventually, the hand on your stomach goes down under the towel, toying with the waistband of your underwear. as he continues his efforts at your chest, his lower hand then moves to feel the seat of your heat, gently pressing to feel your wetness seeping through the thin material. your breath hitches once you realise, and you snap your head back forward to look at jaemin, who is already looking at you. 

‘how about i massage her too, hmm?” he asks, and you just can’t say no when he looks at you with a face that looks like he genuinely wants to help you. 

you eagerly nod your head yes, but he tsks at you. 

“words, darling. need to hear you say you want me to feel her.”

you squeak out a yes, please. and that’s all he needs before he throws the towel off of you.

“‘i think she’s feeling a little neglected, let’s fix that.” is the last thing he says before he pulls your underwear down and off, you bare cunt, glistening with evidence of your need. he taps thrice at it, making you cover your mouth to muffle your yelps. he moves your hand down, and places two fingers in your mouth. 

“full body massage love, gotta make sure every part of your body feels my touch.”

his eyes are glued to his fingers massaging your pussy. his fingers glide teasingly up and down your slit, catching your clit every time he goes up. a muffled please tries to speak around his fingers, and he smiles softly before circling around your pulsing entrance. your hips jolt up in an attempt to push him inside, where you need him the most. sensing your urgency, he pushes a single finger in, tantalsingly slow, and you sigh in relief before he pushes another one in you. clamping down on him in shock, you moan as you’re lightly gagging on his fingers. he slowly motions in and out, shallowly thrusting his fingers into your dripping sex.

“there you go love. you’re so tight, need you to relax a bit for me.” he says as his finger goes to your clit, giving it dainty circles to help you ease up. finally allowing yourself to relax back on the table, your body starts to rock back and forth as he quickens his pace. you suck harsher on his fingers, and he looks back to you with adoration written all over his face before looking back to your gushing cunt. your slick is dripping onto the table underneath you and getting all over his hand. the sound of you squelching around his fingers and the moans coming from your mouth are barely disguised by the faint sound of the parlour’s ocean waves music playing in the background. 

he finally starts rubbing firmer shapes onto your clit, and you start whimpering harder around his digits, your eyebrows furrow as he starts curling his fingers inside you, hitting a new spot which has your eyes fluttering and your heart racing. his fingers leave your mouth and grab you by the chin, moving you to face him. 

“open your eyes when you cum for me sweetheart, need to see what that pretty face looks like when you finally relax.” you try your best to keep your eyes open, thighs threatening to shut around his hand as you get closer and close to coming undone. 

“please please please jaemin, wanna cum…” you mutter, one of your hands trailing down his chest to feel his abs under the fabric. 

“you can do it angel, just stay focused on me.” he says, guiding your hand further to feel his throbbing erection under his pants. you groan at the contact and your eyes flutter back up to him as he goes impossibly harder on your poor weeping pussy, aching to come undone. 

which you do, as soon as he gives you one particularly long and hard thrust. you let out a broken moan as you shake around him, his hand still going at it in your overly sensitive cunt, riding you through your orgasm. your head falls to your side, and you buck your hips as he slowly stops his motions. he brings his fingers up to his mouth, licking them clean as he hums pleasantly at the taste of you on his tongue. 

you breathe out deeply, letting out a long sigh as you feel the towel delicately wiping you dry from your sweat and slick. 

“how about next time you book a 60 minute massage? i don’t think i got your throat good enough.”

a/n2: RAHHH so hear me out... 60 minutes part 2, then 90 minutes part 3... let me know... read part two, 60 minutes, here!

[littlespacereader]

Hiii I hope your doing well I saw your spooky requests so I hope this is good enough

Do you think you can write something with (either Tom's or Andrew's)Peter parker with a little wanting to be Spiderman for Halloween and maybe helping them make a custom suit?

Literally so cute!!! I definitely to go with Andrew’s Spider-Man to change things up a bit! I hope you enjoy this story!! I made it so you as the reader can decide what your Spidey suit looks like! Enjoy!!❤️💙

Little Spidey❤️💙🎃

Caregiver! Peter Parker & GN Little! Reader

Tags- custom Spidey suits, trick or treating, Peter goes by Papa, Halloween, drawing, creating a suit together

Y/N ran into Peter’s room with another beautiful masterpiece of a drawing. They happily held it close to their body, as if it was a surprise.

Peter smiled seeing his little one run over with such enthusiasm. “What do you have here? Another master piece for Papa?”

He held his hand out for it but Y/N hesitated.

“So you know Halloween is just a couple of weeks away?”

“Yup, you tell me at least once a day.” He smirked.

“I know. But I’m so excited!! And…And I think I got my costume figured out! I wanna be your sidekick!” They smile back to him, clearly excited about the idea.

“You wanna me a mini me?” He smiled back, “I’ll have to run to the store and get more blue and red fabric-.”

“No Papa.” They stopped him tugging on his arm. “You’re misunderstanding. I wanna be your sidekick. My own Spidey!”

They turned the picture around and happily show it to Peter. The drawing is a picture of them in a custom Spider-Man costume, unique with their own colors and design.

“Could we make this?” They asked.

“Could we- Of course we can! Wow!! I love the design and the colors and everything! I love everything about this!” Peter looks from the photo and back over to me. “You ready to be my Little Spidey sidekick?”

“YES!!!” Y/N starts jumping around, so beyond excited.

That afternoon was spend going to the fabric store, getting all the colored fabrics, making sure they weren’t too inchy or anything texture wise that felt wrong.

Then it was off to the sewing machine back home to start to put all the pieces together. Peter sewed on the machine and Y/N sat beside him, watching the whole process.

It took a couple of days, a couple of fittings and a couple of adjustments, but by Halloween night it was ready!

“Don’t peek!” Y/N said grabbing their suit and running off to the bathroom.

“I won’t! I’m keeping my eyes closed.” Peter sat in the living room, his heart beating with excitement for his little one. He hope their suit was everything they could want.

“Okay, keep your eyes closed!”

“I am!” Peter could hear their feet walking across the room and stopping infront of the couch.

“Ready?” They said beyond excited.

“Ready!”

“Okay….OPEN!”

Peter opened his eyes and gasped. He looked in awe, seeing his Little one dressed up in their own Spidey costume. While he knew what it looked like having worked on it for over a week, it was something else seeing them put it on.

“Y/N!! You look amazing!! Wow!!”

Y/N was practically jumping up and down, “You like it?!”

“I love it!! But more importantly do you like it?”

“I LOVE IT PAPA!!” They yelled excitedly. Y/N runs and hugs Peter, “Thankyouthankyouthankyou!!”

“Of course!! I’m so happy you love it!” Peter laughed, hugging them back.

“Okay,” they broke apart and Peter grabbing their trick or treating bag. “Time to head out!”

“Wait!” They grabbed his arm halting him in his tracks, “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Where’s your suit?”

“Where’s my….” He paused, thinking it over. “I can’t go out with my Spider-Man suit. People would know my identity.”

“No they wouldn’t!” They giggle, “They would think you were dressing up as Spider-Man!”

Suddenly it clicked in. He smiled, ruffing their hair, “You’re so right. You’re just so smart my smart cookie. You wait here, I’ll go grab my suit.”

Peter dashed off to his room in the apartment and after a few minutes he walked back out, his signature red and blue suit on.

He smiled, putting his hand out to Y/N, “Ready to take on New York myLittle Spidey?”

Y/N smiles back, “READY!”

[otomiyaa]

Day 27: Picky

Joe x Cherry | Nim's Lovely Tickletober 

Word Count: 700

"Needs more salt."

"The texture is odd."

"Too bland."

"...What did you put in this?"

Joe's eye twitched as he listened to all of the criticism coming out of that pretty mouth. "Picky aren't we?" he sighed.

Cherry just continued to taste. "Don't ask me my opinion if you're going to whine about it."

Even though it was still October, Joe was already busy with a new special menu for the holidays. People liked themed dinners, so he was trying to prepare a limited menu to celebrate Christmas, and had his lover Cherry be the test subject. His opinions were more negative than expected.

"Can you at least say something about the way it looks? Christmassy right?"

"Yeah. But it's about the flavor, not how it looks. You're a cook, not an artist."

Joe observed Cherry and wondered if maybe this was just a bad day for him. Being the creative one, the Cherry he knew would enjoy pretty food like this. He was usually critical but not this negative. There wasn't even the tiniest compliment on anything Joe had created this evening, not even sarcasm or a joke. Maybe his mood was just bad...

"Alright, I'll take it. I'm going to improve it, then I want you to taste it again," Joe said.

"Wait.. Right now?" Cherry asked.

"Yes, right now. Just another tasting. You can still eat something right?"

"Well, yes."

"Good. Then before we do that," Joe said, and he rolled his sleeves and walked around the bar. Cherry followed him curiously, his head turning, until Joe was right beside him.

"What do you want?" he sighed. Joe smirked and leaned in.

"A kiss," he said, moving closer. Cherry rolled his eyes.

"Fine," he said, and he leaned in as well to accept the kiss.

"And a tickle," Joe said right before their lips touched. Cherry was simply too late to respond. Joe already caught his lips in a forceful kiss, and both his hands latched onto Cherry's sides and squeezed.

Cherry jerked heavily and he let out a cute little moan, but Joe took this chance to add some sweet tongue to the kiss, tasting the remains of his own menu while he drank Cherry's restrained laughter.

"Hmhhheheh J-Joe hmhh!" The muffled and pitchy giggles sounded adorable. Even though he enjoyed the kiss, Joe decided it was better to hear more of Cherry's voice, so he finally released his lips and let himself take in that sweet joyful laughter.

"Joe you dihiiiiick!" And curses. Joe smiled while his fingers continued to tickle Cherry.

"Tickles?" he asked teasingly.

"Nohoho I hahahate you!" Cherry howled. Hehe. Joe let his fingers climb a little higher, aiming for Cherry's underarms and loving how he tensed up completely and tried to defend himself.

"Love you too, darling." He dragged it for a little while longer, teasing his beloved Cherry and making him laugh until tears were in his eyes and his face was all red.

Joe then gave him another kiss and returned to his position behind the bar.

"You - are - such - an - ass," Cherry said breathlessly.

"Yup. But I am your ass. Ready for the next tasting?" Although Cherry didn't respond, by the time Joe served the dishes again, having used Cherry's feedback for some improvements, and Cherry tasted it, there was a sweet, soft look on his face.

"It's good."

Joe smiled. "And?"

"It looks nice. The taste is better too. I think it will make a good menu," Cherry said. Joe grinned merrily and reached out with his hand, taking Cherry's hand in his and squeezing it gently.

"I'm glad you like it better now," he said. Maybe it was just the few adjustments he had made, and he was overthinking this, but he was pretty convinced that tickling Cherry helped lift his mood.

He seemed less negative and more supportive.

"Except this here," Cherry said with a smile, and he pointed to the plate that had the dessert on it.

"You have to bake this longer. And less cream. It's also a little too sweet." Pfft, less negative, but still critical, as he should be.

"Got it ma'am," Joe chuckled, and this time he didn't even bother walking around the bar. The hand that was holding Cherry's pulled until he bent forward and he could kiss him. He already couldn't wait for Christmas!

[iicomet]

(Every year, he receives a box.) (Happy birthday, Chung Myung.)

 Every single year without fail, Chung Myung receives a small box of mooncakes sitting on his opened windows he swore he had closed. Even as the cold air forced its way in and kissed his skin, causing goosebumps to rise from his neck, Chung Myung felt a sense of warmness at the sight of the familiar box. Although he isn't sure who gave him the box, he always had an inkling of the gifter's true identity. But if he tried to ask them about it, he would always be met with a confused hum and a swift denial. Perhaps they took him for a fool, because the small glint of happiness shining in their eyes always seemed to betray their nonchalant attitude. He wasn't going to complain though. A gift is a gift, and who was he to reject such kindness? It's definitely not because it brings a smile to his face or because the gifts always seem to be of his liking, it's just because he is a benevolent person who knows how to be grateful. Yup, that's definitely it. As one hundred years passed, Chung Myung still finds himself looking at the windowsill that feels oddly empty on his birthday. As he attempts to walk closer towards the closed window, his eyes caught a glimmer at the corner of his sights, distracting him from his reminiscing. A polished decoration atop a box that stood so out of place as it wasn't there in the morning. Chung Myung walks towards it, eyebrows raised. His expression morphing into one of surprise and curiosity when he finally examined it closer, a deep sense of nostalgia and hope filling him briefly. Why? It was just a box underneath a tree he often hid away in in his youth. But, he knew, it wasn't a mere package, for it held the intricate design he was oh so familiar with, and the insides that used to be filled with joy and blessings. It was a box they would always give him on his birthday, with ways even he could never decipher.   But how could it be here? He was sure he wouldn’t be able to receive such favors after a hundred years. After all, the original gifter was long gone. But, he as well, disappeared before, so who’s to say that the other wouldn’t reappear as well? It was a far fetched theory, but he brushed it off as he held the box in his hands, looking at the small card on top of it with his name signed on the top, the sender’s signature missing as always. The handwriting never changed, remaining the same standard elegant mess. He couldn’t help the smile from forming on his face, feeling a wave of nostalgia when the smooth texture of the wrapping grazed his skin and reminded him of the feelings from a century ago. It was a box filled with memories and happiness, a box that brought the guilt and longing of the sender to the hopeful receiver. A gift that wished him a happy birthday, even after a hundred years of death.

[marble-parents-au]

Acquired Child

Cw: abandoned baby, mentions of alters being a 'problem'

Tim groans as he slowly wakes up. The sun was too bright and water was softly lapping at his thighs. He briefly wonders if Masky dragged him out into the forest again. The texture of dew-wet leaves and sticks under his chest answer him.

He layed on his front on the forest floor, a bone deep ache attached to every joint. Yup, Masky threw them into a body of water, in the middle of winter no bloody less. He groans again, rolling over onto his back to try and see if he recognises anything.

The trees and branches all look the same to him after years of doing this. He pushes up onto his elbows and drags himself further up the river bank. From the thighs down his legs are drenched in water and he can already tell he's gonna have a hell of a time walking back with his old leg injury.

That's when he finally hears it, just as he's sitting up and starting to dry off. A cry, small and meak, but clearly from a very young child.

To his left lay a small bundle and moving closer on all fours confirms his suspicions. A baby, very small too, can't be much older than a newborn. An arm peaks out of the bundle, reaching for him as it sniffles. He can't help but wonder who would leave a baby out here, again, in the midst of winter.

He lets the baby grab one of his fingers, bulky and long compared to the chubby little hands. The blanket is mostly dry, but the slight wetness on it, despite the sun doing it's best to dry it up, gives him the impression that the baby had been in the river.

So at least Masky had a good darn reason to chuck them into freezing waters.

He sighs and wiggles his finger free, standing up to see if his legs work properly. It takes a good minute before he finds his balance again, but thankfully he does. Then he picks the baby up, only now noticing it was shivering and it's little fingertips we're starting to turn blue.

He figures he'll be fine in just his winter flannel and shirks off his jacket, also mostly dry now, to wrap around the little bundle. That should do until they get back home.

Tim glanced around, now with a baby in his arms, and picked a random direction to start walking in. That's usually how he found his way out of the forest after these situations. It hadn't taken long before his uneven gait lulled the little guy to sleep.

It was another hour before he reached a path that he recognized. It leads almost directly to the little house he and Brian lived in on the outskirts of the forest.

Brian, right. How was he going to explain a random baby to his lover? Hopefully Masky hadn't kidnapped the kid, but he wouldn't put it past said alter if he saw the parents being nasty to the kid.

Another half hour walk before they finally reached the little house. Tim just wanted to take a shower and sleep in a warm bed, but the light shining through the kitchen window told him Brian was awake already, so he'd have to explain himself before he could do either of those and his leg wasn't helping. Every step sent fire from his shin up to his hip and he momentarily resented Masky for causing them that injury, even if it was indirectly and years ago.

The front door was unlocked and he kicked his shoes off immediately once he got inside. As he'd thought, Brian was in the kitchen, apparently making something for breakfast.

"Hey Bri," he says as he walks into the kitchen. He's learned to announce himself because if he accidentally sneaks up on Hoodie, he's bound to get a knife or gun pointed at him. He still doesn't know where or how Hoodie got that gun, but they can never seem to find and dispose of it when he isn't around.

Brian turns around with a massive smile, "Morning Tim!" His expressiveness already tells Tim it's Brian he's dealing with and not Hoodie. That, and he was talking, which was a dead giveaway.

Brian's eyes look him over, giving him a sympathetic look at his disheveled appearance and then stops on the bundle in his arms. "Tim... Is that a baby?"

Tim chuckles nervously and hands the kid to Brian, who takes it like it's second nature. "Found a kid out by the stream where I woke up. No idea who or what it is and no other humans in the vicinity. I couldn't just leave the kid there," he gestures slightly, wanting a smoke but the packet he had was soaked through. He'd need to buy more.

"Okay, I get that, but what are we supposed to do about them? I know we talked about maybe expanding our little family, but seriously, this could be someone's kid that Masky just grabbed," Brian worries, turning to shut off the stove after a moment.

"You think I don't know that? But Masky isn't one to go stealing kids, adults maybe," he had a vague flashback to that tape where they were kidnapping Jessica, but a kid seemed improbable. "Just let me grab a shower and clean clothes and we can decide what to do next," Tim sighs and when Brian gives him a nod, he takes that as his cue to go do just that.

After a quick, warm shower and a change of clothes that weren't covered in mud, river water and forest debris, Tim rejoins Brian in the kitchen. Brian was cradling the kid in one arm and using the other to eat, occasionally taking a sip of coffee. Across from him, on the table, stood another plate and steaming cup, which Tim assumes is his then.

Just as he sits down, Brian gets right to the elephant in the room. "So maybe we should ask around town if anyone has a missing baby or knows about one."

Tim nods, taking a bite of eggs. He hadn't realised he was hungry until he was tasting food. "That could be a good start. We don't know how long we'll be saddled with this kid, so maybe we should get it some supplies," Tim suggests. He'll never get used to just how amazing Brian's cooking is.

"Like a change of clothes and diapers," Brian adds, getting a nod from Tim. "What do we do if we can't find their parents though?" Brian adds and the way Tim paused tells him he hadn't thought of that.

"Then maybe we get paperwork done and adopt them," Tim adds with a shrug, drinking some of his coffee. Brian was thankful he had finished his food or he'd have choked.

"Just adopt them? Just like that?" Brian seems flabbergasted and Tim isn't sure why. "Dear, I know we talked at vague about adoption, but we aren't in any situation to take on a kid now."

"We'll make it work, besides as long as we don't get the cops involved and we twist the arms of people at the office where we'd have to do this paperwork, we'll be fine." Tim shrugs.

Brian would admit he hadn't thought Tim of all people would get attached to a random kid he picked up in the forest. "Alright, and I agree, no cops involved."

With that settled, they finished breakfast. Tim climbed into bed afterwards, while Brian set out to head to town and get a head start on trying to find the kid's parents, nevermind the fact that they were still wrapped up in Tim's old yellow jacket.