#and go back and do continuity / cleanup later

[moonstruckdatingsim]

in celebration of me being able to post sprites to this blog without scaling them up, and have them show up nice (ON THE BLOG VIEW. theyll be tiny in your dashboard sorry), here r some new sprites i've been really enjoying :))

[dragonnarrative-writes]

Part 5.5 - After the reward, from Simon's perspective

Slasher Handler Masterlist

NSFW under the cut.

CW: Blood, bodily fluids, genitals, aftercare and cleanup, afab reader, feminine terms used for reader

When you finally go limp in his arms, Simon pants against the back of your head for a full minute. Holding you steady as you thrashed and cried, calling his name, calling him God, had taken more out of him than he’d expected. And that was before your nails scoring across his scalp blindsided him. The pain had knocked him into the kind of orgasm that makes a man worry about cramping.

He’d like to stay buried in you forever. But that’s not very practical, so he unwraps his arm from around your neck. It takes him longer than he would ever admit to be able to brace on his shaking arms and sit back on his heels. He allows himself a moment to roll his neck and shoulders while he takes stock of the both of you.

The sheets are a mess. He’s a mess, thighs and pubic hair soaked and tacky from the way you’d squirted. You’re no better, wet and shining down your legs. Your thigh is burning hot when he pushes your legs apart to get a look at where he’d come inside you. There’s no damage to your intimate parts when he uses gentle fingers to part your swollen folds, but you are puffy and hot. Seeing you dripping with him makes him lick his lips.

Blood drips from his eyebrow to land in the curve where your ass meets your leg.

He brings a hand up to swipe at his face, amused to find just how much blood is flowing from his hairline. Head wounds always bleed so damn much. He absently wipes his blood across your back before heaving himself up to stand next to the bed.

“Fuck,” he groans, looking down at himself. Your fluids are running down his leg.

He grabs a couple of towels from the closet in the all. Gives himself a perfunctory wipe down and applies pressure to his scalp as he retrieves water from the kitchen. When he returns to the bedroom, you’re shivering, in little bursts. It’s the work of a couple of moments to lift your hips enough to spread a towel under you. Then he climbs back over you, tucking you close.

Something in his chest turns over when you make a little noise and nudge your head a little bit closer. A drop of his blood falls to the side of your mouth. He smears it over your lips with his thumb.

Ten minutes later, you give a full body shudder and whine just at the edge of his hearing. He drops the towel he’s been propping his head against and leans down a bit to look at your face. It scrunches the way he’s seen you do when your alarm goes off. Then you’re groaning, shivering your way through what would normally be a full body stretch but looks more like the worlds least effective twitch. He doesn’t fight the urge to kiss your eyebrow when your eyes open, nuzzles the top of your head to smear more of his blood on your face.

You work your mouth for a few moments, obviously searching for something profound. You settle on, “Guh-uh.”

Not for the first time, Simon finds himself helplessly charmed. “’S ‘at so?” He tilts his head to better watch the way you lick his blood from your lips. “Interestin.’”

Your face scrunches up, and you give an aborted wiggle. “Muh?”

“Made a mess of me,” Simon continues, like you’re actually talking to him. He grins at the thought of how much you’ll stammer and blush when you get a good look at the bed. You’ve undoubtedly stained the mattress. “Got a towel, but we’ll need to change the sheets.”

Your sad kitten eyes are so full of emotion. “That much?”

Simon lets himself make a soft sound and an understatement. “Surprised me.”

You surprise him again when you slur, “’M sorry. Didn’t mean to hurt you.”

So you did notice the blood. He feels his face go soft. “Go to sleep, Precious.”

You hum and shut your eyes. He thinks that’s the end of it, but one of your arms twitches and flops its way up until your hand is over his heart. “Stay.”

His blood burns. “You’ll never be rid of me, luv.”

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Rabbitt's TWD Halloween '24

Witches and Woos

🐺 Daryl Dixon x reader 🌿

What happens when a witch and a werewolf decide they need the same clearing in the forest where the moon shines brightest.

The community you joined two days ago was a nice one. Or at least it seemed to be, as long as you didn't ask about leaving the gates during the night.

No matter who you asked if it was okay to go out that night the answer was no. And on top of that no one could give you a straightforward reason as to why they weren't letting you go out.

But that didn't stop you from sneaking out over the wall like you saw that kid do the day before.

Once your feet hit the ground you set out to the clearing you passed once before, it was the perfect place to work your magic.

You wanted to return the kindness of allowing you into the community with a blessing of crops, but you needed privacy and moonlight for it so your only option was to go outside the walls on the night of the full moon for the best results.

Your items in your bag made noise as you walked, already a hand against the outside to dampen it and a knife in your hand in case a stray walker came across your path.

You made it to the clearing without any unpleasantries and laid out all of the spell's components. Things were looking like it was going to be a quick and easy job, until a growl startled you.

"Leave." A deep snarling voice sounded as a large beast stepped into the moonlight.

"Shut it, I need to focus." You had spared it only a fraction of a glance before you went back to mixing herbs and taking a knife to your palm.

"These woods are protected. Leave." The beast stepped closer, heavy footfalls on the dirt ground. "I will tear you open."

You looked up at him, barely lifting your head. "You kill me and you'll curse your precious community's crops for the next couple of generations so you better sit your ass down, mutt."

A huff left him as he moved even closer, inspecting your works. "You cast blessings?" He tilted his head, hovering over your carefully arranged items.

"Yes I do, now get out of my goddamn light." With your now bloodied hand you shoved his snout out of reach, leaving a handprint on his nose.

"You are on my lands." He scoffed as he laid down, eyeing your work with great focus.

"Yeah yeah, boo hoo. Doggy wants his field back so he can run around in ghe moonlight. I'll be gone before you know it." You rolled your eyes at him and continued doing your thing, mixing all the spell's ingredients and speaking the needed words in a hushed tone. In the corner of your eye you noticed your canine companion walking off and lay down off to the edge of the clearing.

You moved on with the last bits of your spell and started cleanup when you heard a low grumble from the other end of the clearing where your lycantrophic companion had laid down. Taking him in for a moment you noticed his sleep was restless, panicked energy oozing off him.

With a sigh you sat back down and rummaged through your bag and took out various items, putting together a quick sleeping remedy from herbs. A lavender base with a few other ingredients made a mixture that should help him sleep more calm, so you put it in a small pouch and carefully nestled it between his forearm and cheek.

The next days were quiet ones for you. You had no job yet so all you did was get to know the layout of your new home and get aquainted with the residents.

Here and there you picked up talk of the full moon, and the creature you met but you kept to yourself in fear of letting it slip that you snuck out.

You also spotted someone new walking around a couple days later. He looked scruffy, tired and oddly familiar.

Just familiar until he came up to you and held out a pouch to you. "Guess I owe ya thanks."

You looked the man up and down, now easily recognising his features that matched your werewolf visitor.

"Keep it." You kindly declined the return of your product. "As long as you keep the strings tied it'll stay effective."

"Hmhm, thanks" with a nod a silence fell between the two of you, both unsure how to continue the conversation.

"Well, I guess I'll be heading home." You gave your basket of rations a pat and bid him farewell.

"Yeah, me too." Again he nodded and turned to walk off. In the same direction as you, so you fell into step with him jn silence again.

It wasn't that you hadn't met werewolves before, but this one was different. He wasn't begging you for cures or herbs, hell he even tried to return the pouch you offered him.

"So eh," you needed to break this awkward silence. "How long have you been like that?" You gestured at the pouch he had pocketed and got a long sigh in response as he blew out the smoke from deep in his lungs.

"Forty years, give or take. Was a teen." He gave you a look then. "N'you? When did ya learn?"

You thought back to way before, and your mother. Oh how you missed her. "I was always told to keep nature and its creatures as friends. So my mom taught me from the second I could properly read." You laughed yo yourself. "Man, she would be smiling ear to ear if she learned I made a friend like you."

"Next time ya wanna go outside the walls, jus' ask me." With a short wave he turned up the path that led to his home where a bike sat in an open garage. "Name's Daryl, by the way."

With a wave of your own you gave him your name as well as you confinued on to your place down the street.

Tonight you'd have to light a candle and thank the moon for this meeting.

[kittyball23]

Moments (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: There were times, no doubt - even as much as he tried not to think about them - that some kind of event would make Branch remember his long-gone brothers

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“Oh, hey, Branch… just wondering if I could borrow something….”

Branch raised an eyebrow at Poppy, thoroughly confused. “What?”

“Your bunker!”

Before he could ask what she meant, dozens upon dozens of Trolls who had not been captured by the Chef Bergen came tumbling down the sloping tunnel that led down into his bunker. Some squealed in delight as they slid down, and as soon as they’d reached the bottom began to ransack the place, grabbing the food and drinks that were there.

“No! No! Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait!” Branch called out. But nobody was listening. He groaned, knowing that there would be a lot of cleanup to do to his brothers’ rooms once they were all gone and out of there. And they would be, if he could help it. But first, he had to talk to the pink princess, who had brought all the Trolls in there without his permission in the first place.

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Finally, Branch thought, observing the stunned look on Poppy’s face that was an expression other than the smiles and laughs she’d had for the past hour.

He turned away from her, continuing the trek through the forest and avoiding staring too long at the hurt that was in her eyes. He ignored the little feeling inside of him that made him feel bad for what he’d said, and vouched to listen to the side of him that had dominated his survivalist lifestyle. It’s the truth, he reasoned. And if she doesn’t like it, that’s her problem.

Poppy soon recovered and scurried up to his side in an effort to defend herself. “Hey! I know it’s not all cupcakes and rainbows, but I’d rather go through life thinking that it mostly is, instead of being like you.” She frowned slightly at him and vented the frustrations she had in her failure to get him to be a part of the Troll community. “You don’t sing. You don’t dance. You’re so gray all the time! What happened to you?”

Branch had to suppress a snort. You don’t know the HALF of it, he wanted to say. And Poppy didn’t need to know his business. She didn’t need to know what happened to his grandmother, or even before that event, when his four older brothers had picked up and left, leaving him to fend for himself with hardly a fair reason why. It had been his first taste of the real world and its cruelty. Something that Poppy clearly hadn’t been exposed to. But Branch knew better than to go make his comment and stir even more questions from the curious princess. He held up a hand and suddenly hushed her. “SHH!”

Poppy halted, her fuchsia eyes wide. “Bergen?” she asked.

“Maybe,” he whispered back.

It was only a few moments later, when Branch proceeded and when nothing ominous seemed to be lurking in the shadows, did Poppy realize what was really going on.

“There’s no Bergen, is there? You just said that so I’d stop talking!”

Branch stopped to answer once again. “Maybe.”

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Who does this guy think he is? Branch’s inner thoughts growled.

He and Poppy were wasting valuable time, standing here and putting up with this cloud dude’s antics. If Poppy really cared about the safety of her friends, then she’d see how pointless this whole thing was. But nooooo. She had to be there, off to the side, giggling at Branch’s perplexion and at how the socked cloud was snickering.

Yeah… he’s getting socked by the time THIS is over, Branch thought, and this time he wasn’t speaking of the cloud’s article of clothing.

Since the high-five had failed to follow through, Branch was now forced to implement a fist-bump. But he should have known better than to believe it was going to be that easy. As soon as Branch began moving his fist forward, Cloud Guy reacted with a series of hand motions that were literally anything EXCEPT the fist-bump that he himself had wanted to do. Branch was far too baffled to be mad when it was happening, having no clue what a ‘shark attack,’ ‘hand sandwich,’ ‘monkey in a zoo,’ and whatever other nonsense the cloud was saying even was… and thinking of a certain yellow-haired prankster who just might.

But the fleeting thought of his older, jokey brother vanished when Branch felt his arm hauled roughly from side to side, while Cloud Guy made engine-like sounds. “BRRRM! VRRRM! BRRRRRM! BRUUM!”

Then, he did something that made Branch’s patience wear even thinner than it already was. He laughed, an obnoxious, chortling laugh. And Poppy laughed, too!

“Okay, okay, okay,” Cloud Guy said, recomposing himself. “Now I’m thinking we hug.”

There went the last straw.

With a scowl, Branch grabbed a stick, broke it in half, and aimed the sharp ends at Cloud Guy with a menacing look in his eyes.

Cloud Guy finally seemed to get the message.

He stood there with his outstretched hands, turning a thundercloud-gray and raining a puddle of fear on the ground. He was in for it now.

With a shout, Branch gave chase, with Poppy running after him in alarm.

“Branch! No! Wait! He’s just a cloud! He can help us! He’s just a cloud! Run, Cloud Guy, RUN!”

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Here she was, at it again. Only this time, Poppy was refusing to drop the subject, and Branch couldn’t think of a way to divert the topic. She was being very blunt with him, and it was driving him up the wall.

“You have to sing,” she insisted.

“I told you, I don’t sing,” he argued.

“Well, you have to.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t.” They could go back and forth like this all day for all Branch cared.

Poppy frowned at him. “You can. You just won’t.”

“Fine. I just won’t,” Branch grumbled stubbornly.

“You have to!” she cried.

“NO!”

“Why not! Why won’t you sing?” Poppy demanded.

“Because singing killed my grandma, okay!” Branch finally blurted. He turned his face away from her and the rest of the Snack Pack who’d gasped at this revelation, so that they couldn’t see the tears forming in his eyes. “Now leave me alone…”

Poppy had gotten her answer, but even as he asked to have his space, he had known that she wouldn’t just stop there. Thankfully, her approach was less pestering than it had been a few seconds ago. She cautiously approached him, and spoke in a soft voice.

“How did singing kill your grandma?” Poppy asked. Then, even more confused, added, “What song was she singing?”

Branch sighed. “I was the one singing…” he admitted, hanging his head in shame as the horrible images flashed through his mind. Of how tall and ominous the Chef had looked when snatching his Grandma. Of her terrified face, fearful at first for nearly coming to lose her only remaining grandson, and then fearful for the fate that awaited her in the Bergen’s stomach. He’d turned gray once he’d come to the awful realization that nobody – not his parents, not his brothers, nor his Grandmother – were there with him anymore.

Poppy felt terrible hearing his abridged version of the memory, and she’d leaned in to give him a hug.

“Whoa, whoa, it’s not Hug Time,” he said, a little half-heartedly and not making any moves to shove her away.

“I just thought you could use one,” she replied, pressing him a little tighter against her.

While Branch didn’t allow the smirk that wanted to tug at the corner of his lip to show, he still did kind of enjoy the condolence that her hug brought.

Heh, his conscience even chuckled, I guess she does know the half of it, now.

But Branch would make sure not to have her find out the second half of his story until much, much later. His brothers were not relevant to the conversation. And, considering it from the point of view of Poppy and the Snack Pack, they probably sought it as a suitable enough explanation for his pessimism.

So Branch just let it be.

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Survivalism meant having plenty of tactics handy. So killing two birds with one stone, so to speak, was a very beneficial strategy. And it was working oh so very well for Branch as he, in a heartfelt manner, whispered elegant words from atop of Bridget’s head.

“Your eyes… they’re like two pools so deep, I fear if I dive in, I may never come up for air…”

Bridget repeated the words, a little hesitantly, to King Gristle, who sat across from her with a frown on his face, believing that she had been intent on mocking him before. As he heard her speak, however, his frown disappeared, and the Bergen was enraptured by the sudden compliments she was giving him.

Or, so it seemed. Branch was guiding her alright, but it wasn’t King Gristle who’d he had in mind when he was speaking. It was a certain Pop Princess, who, at that moment, was staring in awe at Branch as he continued.

“And your smile… the sun itself turns jealous and refuses to come out from behind the clouds, knowing it cannot shine half as bright…”

King Gristle chuckled bashfully when Bridget had finished repeating those words. “I kinda do have a nice smile, don’t I?”

Branch’s gaze shifted to Poppy, whispering the next words as he looked directly at her.

“Yes, you do.”

If Branch squinted his eyes, he could’ve sworn he saw Poppy blush, but the dim lighting underneath Bridget’s rainbow-colored wig was making it a little difficult to see all that well. There was a warmth tingling through him, one that he recognized would blossom whenever he thought of the princess, only it was more pronounced this time around. Had he really said those words out loud? He couldn’t help wondering which one of his brothers would be prouder – Spruce, for coming off as so incredibly romantic and likely winning Poppy over with his charming flattery, or Floyd, for how poetically crafted his words were. Either way, it had produced the exact effect that Branch had wanted.

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Branch flinched at the loud, bellowing sound that came out of the large creature standing before them. A second later, Poppy revealed herself from the inside of it, hanging casually and giving a cheery little greeting wave. Normally, a sight like this would have startled the blue Troll, but the fact that the queen did not show any fear at being in the mouth of the beast - and neither did any of their other friends - relaxed him a bit.

Because this mode of transportation was known as a caterbus, a hybrid living-vehicle sort of being that was perfectly safe to travel inside of.

Branch scrunched his nose. He didn’t mind the creatures that nature had… so long as they were smaller than him. Once they started getting bigger than the standard 5-inch height that Trolls had, he had his reservations. He supposed it was his former fear of Bergens at work. He could never shake off what could have happened if he’d not arrived in time for when the spiders had Poppy wrapped inside their silk.

Not that any of it would have bothered his oldest brother.

Branch rolled his eyes as John Dory’s face suddenly came into mind. With JD’s love for animals, he believed himself to be a whisperer to any creature, big or small. If Branch had to take a guess, John Dory probably had a pet of his own by this point (or several).

But he wasn’t going to guess about what his airheaded brother was doing.

If anything, he was going to take a guess at what Bridget and Gristle’s reactions would be when they learned of Poppy’s crazy idea to give the Bergens a proper holiday!

“Alll aboooard!” Poppy called out, and he and the Snack Pack took it at their cue hop into the caterbus and get this wagon train rolling.

Or rather, the love train.

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Branch shook his head, tilting it to one side and smacking it with his hand as though there was water clogged up in his ears. “Okay, maybe all the jazz hasn’t left my brain yet,” he mumbled, knowing just how out of sorts he’d been when the smooth musical notes had assaulted him on the raft with its soothing melody.

Cooper just laughed at him. “Oh, come on, Branch! It’s me!” the long-necked Troll assured. “Turns out I’m actually from Vibe City, just like my twin brother.” Cooper sidled up to the identical-looking Troll who’d been causing Branch to think that he was still hallucinating.

“What’s poppin’?” Prince Darnell greeted with a grin, as he and Cooper laughed with each other.

“I’ve got a twin brother!” Cooper exclaimed happily. He really couldn’t believe it!

Neither could Branch, who stood there gawking for a moment more while his gaze flicked between the two, back and forth, like a ping pong ball.

And neither could Poppy, who blurted out with “How is this possible?!”

Luckily, Cooper took the next few minutes explaining exactly how. And in the end, Branch found that it was a story of long-lost family coming to finally reunite, happily and heartily, together – at least, if any of the laughs and hugs shared between brothers, mother and father (aka, the King and Queen of Funk) was anything to go by.

Branch watched with a strange pang of envy that was very subtly in the back of his conscience, but still very much present. Envy for how… easy they made it look. Granted, though, Cooper’s story was different. It couldn’t be helped that he’d gotten snatched as an egg, carried off far from his homeland, and therefore separated for just about two whole decades.

A family reunion with his brothers, who had willingly ensured the separation, would be much different…

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Dance off?

Branch hardly had a minute to even think about what was about to happen before the K-Pop gang had hurled him over to them, untying him and promptly starting to bust some moves all around.

Branch was surprised by the sudden change in lighting, and the bouncy, foreign-sounding music that the five girls were making. The K-Pop leader had been right – Pop music was different from K-Pop. Branch didn’t have much time to start nitpicking the specific differences, as Wani shot him a hard glare, making him realize that they’d actually untied him so that he could join in their dance!

Flustered, Branch quickly plastered on a smile and began to groove along with them, surprising himself with how quickly he was able to pick up the choreography. By the time he and the quintet struck the final pose, the smile that he’d had on his face was real.

Wow… was it always this fun dancing in a group?

As if the universe had heard his question, it readily provided an answer when the Reggaeton Troll leader, Tressillo, suddenly grabbed him and hauled him over to their side of the clearing, starting to dance to their own unique beat. Now that Branch actually knew what was happening, he got into the flow much faster, and really was enjoying himself as he kept in time with the other three, shaking his hips and getting down with it.

Ooo, yeah! It really was still fun dancing in a group! They weren’t the exact type of moves that he, John Dory, Spruce, Clay, and Floyd would’ve done if they’d been performing for a BroZone show, but it didn’t matter. He liked the differences… and wished that the bounty hunters would see it the same way, instead of tying him back up and debating the matter.

“Why don’t we split him?” Wani suddenly suggested.

“Huh?” Branch gulped when he saw Tressillo agree to the idea. Just as they were about to close in and divvy him up, he managed to find his voice.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait… why does Barb get to decide which music gets to be saved? All music should be saved.”

The K-Pop and Reggaeton Trolls gave him a blank look. Then, Tressillo spoke.

“All right, Pop Troll, I’m listening…”

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By definition, Branch could absolutely say he was sprucin’ up.

Not that he’d use the term. Why would he, when it brought bad reminders of one purple-haired Troll who’d shared his name with the phrase?

Branch hurriedly focused on preparing himself for the occasion, which - he was quite giddy to tell anyone who would ask him once he’d leave the bunker - would be a date with the Pop Queen herself!

He slipped on his vest, shrugging it on his shoulders in a way that he felt to be ‘cool,’ like John Dory may have done.

He tugged on his new burgundy shorts with just about as much enthusiasm as Clay might’ve pulled off in the days that he actually enjoyed wearing the yellow-and-green Funderdrawers.

He fixed his Hug Time bracelet on his wrist, and adjusted a brand-new red bowtie on his neck, recalling how Floyd would’ve taken the same careful measures when clipping on his own accessory, namely, the pearl earring he’d constantly worn.

Last but not least, Branch grabbed a handful of snail-slime goop from a jar, and sleeked it into his dark blue hair, making as shiny and smooth as Spruce himself would have approved of.

Determinedly snapping on some earmuffs and clutching a fresh handful of flowers, he faced the chill afternoon air outside of his bunker with determination.

“Tis the season!”

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A/N: Alright everyone, this will actually be my last daily fic update for the time being. Stay tuned for an announcement that I'll be posting to my blog tomorrow! :)

[deadricslover]

relationship dynamics with SV5 pt. 3

heres's my masterlist!

a/n: you guys are really enjoying these?? @nervousloverkitten here you go 🤭

summary: yet again, more relationship dynamics with Seb.

warnings: none?

pairings: sebvettel x driver!reader

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clumsy gf x bf who makes fun of her for it

On a daily basis, you find new bruises in places you don't even remember hitting. It's so common and Sebastian's explanation is always 'its because you're so clumsy' and you do not appreciate it.

You were baking a batch of brownies for dessert as you and Seb had a group of people coming over tonight for a little catch up. You put a mug with some butter into the microwave to melt it so that you could add it into your mix and waited for it to melt whilst you read over the recipe so you knew what to do next. The appliance beeped and you took the mug out being careful of the heated handle, before trying to find where you were in the recipe, while you reading reading it you heard some splashing and you looked to your hand with the mug and saw it sideways, spilling all of the melted substance out of it.

"shit" you cursed, placing it on the counter right side up. You weren't paying attention to it and you payed the price. The butter started to harden on the cool surface and it was a bitch to get off. You spent the next couple of minutes scrubbing the workspace before melting a new measurement of butter, being careful to not spill it this time.

Later on in the day you were finally ready to start mixing everything together in the electric mixer your mother had given you. You added the dry mix to the wet and place the bowl onto the appliance and turn it on, heading to the sink to start the cleanup as much as possible.

"how is it going?" Sebastian asks when he steps into the room.

You turn around slightly glancing at him in a t-shirt and sweats before spinning back and continuing "it's...going" you reply unsure of whether to tell him the truth and that it was going pretty terrible or lie to him and reassure him that it was 'all ok'.

"what's going on?" he says with a little bit of urgency, you catch onto that and turn around to see the bowl of the mixer isn't attached properly and is spinning around with some of the mixture flying everywhere. You, yet again, curse and quickly turn it off, staring at it for a second, contemplating all of the choices you have made surrounding baking. Sebastian starts laughing and teasing you about the mess.

"what was it that you said before you started? 'I'll be fine. I will concentrate'." he giggles

"seb, stop" you plead throwing your head into your hands in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, love" he replies still laughing at it.

"I'll get it, don't worry" he says referring to the mess. you thank him, still slightly annoyed that he was teasing you.

"how is the garden coming along" you ask, as he has been setting up the garden and cleaning up outside in preparation for the guests.

"I'm finished now. that's why I came in"

A little 'oh' slips past your lips as he appears next to you, finishing the clean up. He takes some items that you have washed and tries them with a towel before putting them away. You were a little bit dysfunctional and Sebastian loved teasing you for it, but it was always innocent.

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always calm bf x always hyper gf

the heat in the car was slightly unbearable so the window was rolled down slightly while the music was playing from the aux and seb's hand was over yours on the gear stick. You two were on your way to a team meeting before the f1 summer break ended. You had a meeting with Ferrari and Sebastian had one with Red bull and you couldn't wait to see Fernando, you hadn't seen him all summer break like you planned. This was the longest in years that you hadn't seen him and even if it was just for a meeting, you were super excited to see him again.

Seb had noticed you smiling to yourself staring out the window, bopping your head to the music slightly.

"what's got you in such a good mood?" he asks you, taking you out of your thoughts.

"I cannot wait to see Fernando" you reply enunciating the word 'wait' seeming quite over the top, but you didn't care in the moment.

"you're going to a meeting that means the end of summer break is coming up" He replies smiling in confusion.

"I don't care. I want to see him" You smile. Your ability with words can't describe how excited you are to see him.

"you always seem to be really excited over the little things" He points out

"this isn't little, this is Fernando-- who I haven't seen in weeks" You argue back

"you were going to see him in a couple of more weeks anyway"

"too long apart" You reply, squealing a little bit.

"you're insane" He accuses

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gf who takes hours to get ready x bf who takes minutes

Sebastian had always accused you of taking so long to get ready but in all honesty you didn't think you took that long, you thought Seb just shape shifted and didn't actually change. Genuine accusation.

"Seb, have you seen my white shirt?" You shout from your bedroom

"no" He denies, walking in and seeing you in a different outfit from the last time he saw you

"you changed?" He asks confused yet again even though at this point he should be used to it

"yes, I didn't like the other outfit. Then my hair didn't go with the next one, so I changed again and now I cant find my shirt and I really wanted to wear that outfit" You ramble.

"stand up" He says to your frame sitting on the floor with crossed legs, rooting through your bottom drawer. You stand up and he looks you up and down, examining your clothing choice before looking back at your face and honestly telling you

"honestly, you look great" He says

You huff and roll your eyes slightly before turning to the mirror on the wall and eyeing up your pants and top

"it would look better with my shirt" You huff again

Sebastian walks away for a second and you thought you had acted like a child and made him walk away so you instantly feel bad. He re-enters the room with a bright white, ironed shirt in hand and you can see that it isn't yours.

"here. wear mine" He says, handing his shirt to you and your heart throbs slightly because of the gesture.

"are you sure?" You inquire

"of course I am" He responds as if it's obvious

"thanks, Seb" You reply taking the shirt and embracing him.

You put on the shirt and leave it open, the shirt draping over your sides and down to your thighs as it's too big on you. You adjust your top underneath the shirt and have a final look and you love it.

"is that it?" Seb asks from the bed behind you

"what do you mean?" You reply confused as to what he meant

"I thought you were going to button it up and wear it normally" He informs

"no, this looks better, I like this top and pants together." You reply

"I don't get you but I love it" He replies taking your hand and leading you out the door as he is so ready to leave.

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should I start a tag list? would people be interested in that?

[ruvviks]

it's been a hot sec since i've talked about cyberpunk and i was initially working on a fic that would tell the story of this whole thing, but i've abandoned it many months ago and cannot say when i'll be picking it up again SO! i've decided to instead make this timeline. sorry in advance for how much information is in this thing the cyberpunk extended blorboverse essentially refers to the story parallel to the in-game events of cyberpunk 2077 that @mojaves and i came up with. we don't really have a better name for it but at this point the term has been used so many times that i feel like everyone here knows what it is by now, but at the same time we've never really explained the full scope of what the story is by now (it's a lot sorry). so in an attempt to get you guys a little bit more up to date with it all, here's a semi coherent timeline that describes the core events of the story and every branching story that came out of it! for additional background information, you can check out the following posts (timeline 1 / timeline 2 / timeline 3) to catch up with the continuation of the in-game storyline that's referenced in this timeline, but it's mostly irrelevant to everything here save for a couple of referenced events that cross over between the stories. it all ties together very intricately sorry about that. don't worry too much about it i've included my taglist down below to make sure people who are interested won't miss this post, but feel free to skip over this if it's not your thing! won't be doing a lot of this kind of stuff in the future but i'm trying to get back to the cyberpunk roots so this is kind of like, a good starting point and reference point for later posts!

The story starts in early 2077 and is centered around Sebastian Vidal, gang leader of the Cobras and previous test subject of Arasaka Special Programs (the linked page is a lot of information but gives the most coherent overview of what the branch actually is). The current director of the SERPENT projects, Andrew Colton, and Dr. Alana Cartier, both want him dead, to tie up their last loose end before the rest of Arasaka can find out and shut down Special Programs once and for all.

Over the past months they’ve been hiring various assassins in secret, to try and get Seb killed; however, these assassins keep failing, and their latest attempt lies in the hands of Cassidy Shaffer, an ex-corpo turned assassin with a strong moral code and plenty of experience to his name. With little to work with, as his mysterious client doesn’t give out much information, Cassidy starts with what he thinks is gonna be a quick and easy job– but he ends up hunting after Seb for essentially a year.

During this year, the two men have a series of wild encounters that get more and more insane the longer it goes on; it includes, but is unfortunately not limited to, Cassidy biting off a chunk of Seb’s ear, the two of them running over the highway, the two of them getting handcuffed together and chased by the NCPD then hit by a car right in front of the hospital, and Seb sensually licking blood off Cassidy’s face after having stabbed him when Cassidy wanted to strike at a concert Seb is visiting.

All of it comes to a sudden stop when Cassidy learns his client has been lying to him the whole time, and since he does not appreciate lying clients he ends up jumping sides and teams up with the Cobras to do some cleanup duty in Arasaka Special Programs. He and Seb work together to go after a list of targets to get the still ongoing projects mostly to a halt, while remaining in the shadows themselves as to not draw too much attention their way; and during this collaboration they meet several people from their past, bringing back both good and bad memories.

One of these people is Hanan Chisaka, the Head of Security at Special Programs. She ends up becoming the next test subject of Project Cobra after the last successful subjects, Xavier and Gabriel Mason, end up escaping in the midst of the chaos of Hanako Arasaka’s capture in mid-2077. Once Seb’s best friend and Cassidy’s mentor, she’s now forced to hunt the both of them down; but in their final confrontation she snaps out of the controlled mode Arasaka keeps her in and runs away with them, effectively leaving Special Programs without any test subjects. Another one of these people is Reid Bennett, Cassidy’s ex and ex-coworker back at MaxTac. He still works for the corporation and has been on an ongoing investigation into Arasaka Special Programs; seeing Cassidy alive and well, working together with Seb no less, piques his interest and he continues to look further into the case, which will cause him to make a very big mistake later on in the timeline.

By September 2078, Seb and Cassidy have successfully taken down all their planned targets and retreat back into the shadows, leaving Special Programs with many losses and no test subjects. With the APEX program discontinued a month earlier (incident discussed in this fic, which is a continuation of the in-game events), and Hanako Arasaka recovered and ready to take the corporation back from the hands of her corrupt brother, Special Programs ends up having to retreat for the time being, and cook up a new plan in the background.

Special Programs by this point is run by Andrew Colton, Alana Cartier, and Kaida Akiyama, three players who have been in the game for a long time already in the SERPENT projects’ runtime. Colton and Cartier are married– Cartier used to be married to Seb and cheated on him for a good amount of time when he was still at Arasaka– but their marriage is starting to fall apart. Akiyama has had to watch over Special Ops agent Ambrose Hawthorne for a while during his chase after the Mason twins, which ended up with the twins dead and Hawthorne going into early retirement (Arasaka doesn’t know the twins faked their death and Ambrose is now dating one of them lol), and xe is now determined to help Colton and Cartier get Seb back into Arasaka so the projects can continue.

Cassidy’s initial plan was to leave as soon as the collaboration would come to an end, but he has found his place with the Cobras and instead ends up officially joining them.The next chapter in the story is a more laid-back and easygoing chapter, in which Cassidy learns to be part of real life again, and in which Seb learns to let people get close to him again after spending years trying to convince himself he doesn’t need any help. Over the course of a little over a year (all the way to November 2079), the two grow even closer than they had already done, going on gigs together and, you guessed it, slowly but surely falling in love until they inevitably end up together at the end of it.

Not long after the two get together, Reid returns into Cassidy’s life. He wants to try and be friends again and Cassidy gives him a second chance, though this soon enough turns out to have been a mistake, with Reid trying to create distance between Seb and Cassidy and then going as far as trying to sell Cassidy to Kang Tao (one of the few corporations that have been hunting Cassidy down for a while now) in exchange for his own freedom from MaxTac (where he would have otherwise been stuck at for probably the rest of his life). Naturally, Reid can’t watch Cassidy get tortured for long and leaks his location to the Cobras, who find and free Cassidy and take Reid into captivity instead– he does not get killed, but instead has to sit out some time at a safehouse somewhere in solitude, where he gets to decide what kind of person he wants to be in the future.

This brings us to Elysium; a gorgeous spaceship which was supposed to be a relatively cheap escape from reality for everyone who wanted a refreshing break from Earth, but through Arasaka sponsorship has become just another cash-grab project to compete with the Crystal Palace– and considering the megacorporation has its greasy hands all over it, the secret labs in the spaceship are used for a series of very unethical experiments. Naturally so, it would be the perfect place for Colton to continue his SERPENT projects without the risk of Hanako Arasaka finding out and shutting the place down. He sends forces up to Elysium (obviously after his other attempts at relocating the project to space have failed tremendously, having lost contact with every single crew in the smaller Arasaka stations in orbit around the planet), but since he’s not there himself his cousin (one of the CEOs of Elysium), Maxwell Crane, unbeknownst to Colton, takes control of the SERPENT projects in space instead. From the earlier linked Special Programs page: “Project Eryx used the technology of previous projects, but took a completely new approach in the hosts it used; rather than focusing on the human psyche it attempted to create a new type of cyborg which would lack the humanity that caused previous projects to fail. The Cobra chips were no longer used and the software was instead installed directly onto the host’s mainframe. The flexibility of the new hosts– more robot than human, and in some cases the entire human aspect was lacking altogether– allowed for experimentation with highly advanced cybernetic enhancements and military grade tech and upgrades, turning the test subjects– dubbed ‘prototypes’– into dangerous, unstoppable killing machines.”

Things settle down for Seb and Cassidy, but this moment of peace does not last long. In January 2081 the two find themselves traveling to the spaceship Elysium, to investigate a curious situation in the laboratories– they’ve been hired by Arasaka without their knowledge and it’s a setup to get Cassidy killed and Seb back in Cartier’s control.

While in space, they learn that the secret labs have suffered an outbreak of the above mentioned prototypes. They quickly connect the dots and realize Special Programs is back in the game, and they work together with security guards Aubrey Valentine and Leon dello Russo to try and fix the situation before it gets out of hand. Obviously this fails tremendously and Elysium ends up on a complete lockdown after a ship-wide outbreak, which is eventually contained in late March of that year, with CEO Maxwell Crane dead, leaving only his wife Kinsley Osborn behind.

Elysium continues to exist and is rebuilt after the crisis, and Kinsley Osborn can now finally turn it into the retreat it was always meant to be. Previously, most Elysium employees were to be stuck in space for the rest of their lives; however, with Arasaka out of the picture they are free to leave as they please, which results in a gigantic cut in total employee count in the months that follow.

Seb and Cassidy return to Night City and take Aubrey and Leon with them. Aubrey reunites with his sisters; Becca, James, and Rikki, and soon after his return to the city he opens an LGBTQ+ nightclub called Bodytalk with them, found Downtown, City Center, in June 2081. Not only is it a fun place to hang out at, it’s also his main hub as a fixer, and he starts a collaboration with the Cobras to get business going between the gang and the club; and soon enough it grows into a large and powerful network of connections, which is the foundation on which the rest of the stories are built.

After this point in time, many many more things happen but it would take me another hour or ten to go into full detail of all of that, so instead here’s a quick rundown of some of the other things that Bodytalk gets involved in:

Reid Bennett is handed over to Aubrey and he starts working at the club, and he becomes a very valued employee as well as a good friend to many now that he’s no longer fucking insane

Kaida Akiyama returns from Elysium and shows up to Hanan’s doorstep, to ask for her help with getting out of Arasaka for good; much later on, xe starts working for Bodytalk as well, in an attempt to put xyr past behind xem and become a better person

Urban Dynamite starts performing at the club regularly, and it becomes their home base

Luna Serratos, Cassidy’s ripperdoc friend from all the way back to killing era, gets involved in the Harbinger case from Maelstrom (one of the gang’s most feared members); turns out the Harbinger is in fact Reuben de la Rosa, a by then 22-year-old kid who has ended up in Luna’s care with his friend Noah Telavera after the two got caught up in an explosion. She requests the Cobras’ help with getting Maelstrom to let Reuben go

Officer Michele Diaz from Militech (who used to be Cassidy’s boss) is demoted following the lawsuits after the Elysium incident, and her investigation into the incident in hopes to get her job back leads her to Bodytalk; she begins threatening them and sends the whole club and their allies into uncertain times

Many people get married. There’s so many fucking guys here we went a little insane with the numbers but there’s several weddings and there’s a whole polycule going on too feel free to send asks about this if you’re interested

Cobra Cybernetics releases a new line of cyberware, which is incredibly buggy and dangerous to the public; it’s brought to the club’s attention and it makes them realize that Luiza Vidal (Seb’s sister), who not that long ago asked them to kill her husband (William Colton (Andrew’s brother), CEO of Cobra Cybernetics), has gone missing; they now need to get involved without getting the news out that they actually didn’t kill William and that he is still alive somewhere, while also balancing out dynamics between Biotechnica (angry at Cobra Cybernetics for stealing their designs) and Arasaka (the actual reason why Cobra Cybernetics’ designs look like Biotechnica’s designs, because William stole designs from Special Programs after halting their partnership after the Elysium incident, but these designs had been stolen by Arthur Jenkins from Biotechnica even BEFORE that to be able to hijack the European Space Council’s cybernetics following the Frankfurt incident. Are you still with me)

Vitali Dobrynin (fixer and main character from the in-game events storyline and the continuation of it; Vincent “V” Mayer’s boyfriend) ends up visiting Bodytalk after meeting Aubrey at a Fixer Council meeting, which happens in late 2083; this essentially ties the two main storylines together, which means that yes, a lot of the characters from the two separate storylines end up meeting :]

Officer Ulysses Dimakos (used to work with Reid at MaxTac) is sent to investigate Bodytalk following the Cobra Cybernetics scandal, and ends up teaming up with the club to get MaxTac on a dead trail in exchange for his freedom of the corporation

On top of the Bodytalk / Cobras centered storyline, there’s a couple of side stories that are still connected to the whole thing but are more of a standalone thing with only a few touching points to the rest of it all:

This obviously takes place a lot earlier because it’s already mentioned above, but Special Ops agent Ambrose Hawthorne is tasked with chasing after the escaped Mason twins; naturally he lets them go and ends up going into retirement, and Xavier Mason later on ends up becoming Bodytalk’s part-time repair guy on account of knowing Kaida

Gabriel Mason ends up in a car crash with retired security specialist Ames Ortega, who was also in Elysium during the incidents there, and the two end up babysitting Ambrose and Xavier’s kids together while those two are helping Hanan with getting Kaida out of Arasaka (Are you still with me. Blink if you can hear me)

Mercenary Frankie Sayyad gets a promotion from his fixer, Vulture (real name Diana Crane, Maxwell Crane’s older sister and cousin of the Coltons), and becomes one of her Bloodhounds; he works together with Evelyn Harris, Nimue Nkuna, and Beckett Rydel, the latter being one of the very first test subjects of Arasaka Special Programs, and the four accidentally get themselves mixed into a mystery concerning their secretive fixer

Caleb Harris, ex-security at Biotechnica, ends up back at Club Bodytalk not long after the conclusion of the Cobra Cybernetics scandal, and starts working for Aubrey; he is partnered up with Ramiel Al-Masri, a mercenary who has been working for Vitali Dobrynin for a while and has recently joined Aubrey’s mercenary roster too, and together they dive into a series of gigs neither of them had expected

Journalist Bodhi Shankar has finally found more evidence and information surrounding the mysterious cult gang Umbra and its so-called Prophet, Thiago Salazar; however, his antics have led to him accidentally becoming part of the gang himself, and he has to figure out a way to get Thiago to stop listening to the supposed deity that the gang worships known as Scintilla, before she makes him do things that will get many people killed

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[barrenclan]

Ranger, Ranger, Ranger. The Machiavellian mutt we all love to hate. As we near towards the big finale in issue 44 and the epilogues that ensue, there is no doubt his role will become larger and larger. So, it’s time we start predicting his actions, reactions, and potentially his fate.

First, we must understand his character as well as his whole Bonnie and Clyde act with Hacksaw. I’ve checked through the comic to find their appearances and my search has found that Ranger is seemingly never seen without Hacksaw. However, Hacksaw is seen a few times without Ranger(in issue one, albeit implied and very brief)(And in issue 27, where she spies on the Barrenclan territory) it might be interesting to note that they are not mentioned alongside Prowl in Thrasher’s monologue in issue 13. Ranger definitely could not do all the menace behavior and projects and whatever shit he’s on, or at least it would be toned down, without Hacksaw. After all, she was the one who killed Saturn, the one who caught RainHaze in the first place, and is always by Ranger’s side whenever he’s talking to RainHaze, probably to bodyguard. The main examples of when Ranger has seriously fought are probably the pheasant he gave to RainHaze(might have been Hacksaw’s kill though) and when he was punishing RainHaze for lying. Issue 24 seems to be the main scene where we get a little peek at what is cooking in Ranger’s little brain cells. He doesn’t seem to really be invested that much in routine control, it’s the “projects” that he really cares about. It seems to be implied that RainHaze might not be the first poor creature this beastly brainwashed has sunk his claws into. However, something to note in issue 31(not the flashback part) is that Ranger does not seem that happy. He seems almost frustrated even though ordering around RainHaze and making him suffer seems to be his favorite thing in the world right now… or is that just a temporary mask he put on to trick RainHaze? Maybe Hacksaw’s words in issue 24 affected him.

So, our current takeaways:

-Ranger depends on Hacksaw as muscle to keep him safe

-Ranger’s main form of activity is his “projects” whether that be just what he’s doing to RainHaze or other fucked up things

-Ranger seems to be a bit in a rut with RainHaze right now

Now, to what Ranger might do in the near future of this story:

Well, we might need to know the extent of how far he wants to go with RainHaze. Does he just want him to love killing? Does he want to ensure RainHaze doesn’t hate him? Is this kind of a, “You’ll thank me later” situation he’s got with torturing RainHaze? Because he knows that RainHaze is part of BarrenClan, he’ll definitely want himself, Hacksaw, and RainHaze to have front row seats for whatever shenanigans Deepdark’s going to do when he pull up to their crib. But something Ranger should keep in mind is that if RainHaze has nothing left to lose, there’s not really anything holding him back from revenge. I’m sure Ranger knows this small risk, and either doesn’t care because he’s confident it won’t happen, or will just have his wifey do the cleanup. If things were to go his way, he’d probably just continue to brainwash RainHaze, wait for him to enjoy killing, and then move on to another project. I wonder if all his victims have a therapy group.

Now, before we go into my main theories for what Ranger’s conclusion will be, I want to discuss something a little extra. If there’s anything this comic is known for, it’s the big, fat, juicy EXISTENTIAL CRISES(and the generational trauma). Maybe, Ranger might get one. More likely not though.

So the two routes I think the story will take with Ranger

He Wins:

Until BeeFace and PlumStripe, and maybe CootStorm, we haven’t really seen antagonists be punished for their bad acts. I don’t think Razmerry is going for the route where Defiance gets away with everything though. But you never know. Maybe he gets no external punishments but it’s more of the internal horror, like the ending of American Psycho.

He gets a comeuppance:

This can come in many forms. Maybe he and Hacksaw die together. Maybe only Hacksaw dies, leaving him probably all alone. Existential crisis optional. Maybe RainHaze gets his revenge, by doing something Ranger did to him. It would be a cool scene if Ranger begs RainHaze to kill him, only for RainHaze to refuse. Maybe Hacksaw leaves him, as she seems a little annoyed with this whole project thing, “It’s either me or him!”

Welp, that’s my ramble. PatFW got that magic that got me doing a full analysis of Coyote Patrick Bateman.

You wrote a wholeass essay on my weirdo coyote with the whimsicality of Lemony Snicket... I'm in LOVE with this. I'm never gonna stop thinking about Machiavellian mutt. Coyote Patrick Bateman. Beastly brainwasher....

This is so good! I'm glad you're excited to see where these guys go!

[messycunt]

hucow trey<3

He is the most helpful boy on the farm! Always helping in the kitchen if and when he can. Keeping the rowdy boys of his bard in order to the best of his ability, helping with cleanup after a local show when him and his handler stay behind for awhile. Trey is definitely not the big prize winner amongst the beautys on Night Raven Farms, but he's certainly a prize for any handler to have:)

...So why can't you just 'relive' him? You tell him how he's so good, so why can't he have your attention now?

Trey really tries to be patient when it comes to his milking rituals, but he can only handle so much before he bends you over the fence and does as he pleases. You can't cry and beg your way out of this one, "I'll get in trouble if your milk doesn't make it back up to the house:(" You say..yeah, well you should've thought about that before you came prancing around and gave the usually relaxed Hucow blueballs.

-🌸

I’ll flesh out the hucow AU more later but for now keep in mind we're goin off hentai logic so just try not to think abt it too much, kay?

hcs + a blurb, not proof read

cw: Male lactation, afab reader, hybrids(hucows), noncon(groping and frottage), not proof read :P

You're not Trey's handler and honestly? you're pretty sure he doesn't even have one so you’re the closest thing he has to a caretaker. Not as if that would come as a surprise, he's so much more well behaved then certain other members of his barn(ehem ehem Ace and Deuce) the constant supervision probably isn't necessary. Probably.

It’s more so like you’re around to make sure he doesn’t work himself to death, though he insists that he’s more than capable of carrying his work load.

He's big and caring with a lush deep brown-green hide and a pair of noticeably stubby horns.

His sweet demeanor and helpful nature mean he'd make for a more than worthwhile companion and you would happily take him off of NRF's hands, uh, if you had the money that is… and if he was for sale to begin with

Too bad those circumstances are never going to aline :( but at least you get to spend time with him AND get payed :)

Not being a show cow means that he doesn’t have to worry about the stress that some of the prize bucks like Vil or delicate steers like Riddle do.

He does however help out with almost every physical job that there is to be done around the farm as well as at local shows and markets

Other than assisting with his milkings or helping him with washing and brushing out his tail and just being there to make sure he doesn’t pull something you don’t really do much, not that watching him carry out bales of hay dripping in sweat or giving him full body massages during down time are things you would get bored of.

Sneaking peeks of him out of the corner of your eye when you think he isn't looking(he is) is something you admittedly feel guilty for, but maybe you wouldn't if you were paying enough attention to notice him sneaking similar glances of your figure.

You’d be surprised at the effect that a half buttoned flannel and some daisy dukes or even a pair of overalls could have on him.

All of the little things you do drive him up the fucking wall

You’re either making his life hell on purpose or you really are a hapless airhead.

Hugging him close enough to press both of your chests together when complimenting him on the pastries he had given you to snack on that morning, cream moving from your face to his as you placed a kiss on his cheek in thanks, letting him rest his head against your lap during the both of your mandatory lunch break instead of letting him continue on working like he planned to.

You care so much about him it's cute! If only he could repay your kindness with equally innocent intentions.

But back to the milking thing…..

It took some getting used to at first, from a mental standpoint you were anticipating it to be a nerve-racking task for both parties involved.

Trey was unexpectedly calm the first time, for having someone who was basically a complete stranger clumsily knead and pull at his chest gingerly in delicate preparation before setting the suction of the milking machine several levels too high anyway(his nipples were sore for days!)

His milk has a subtly smooth buttery taste and is perfect for pairing with pastries or making creams to go in coffees and teas,,, not that you’d know this ofc.. not like you would try sneaking a few sips after one of your weekly milkings or anything.

You felt eyes boring holes into you from behind as you set aside the third full milk canister of the day. Trey had been acting strange lately. Not making eye contact or engaging with you. He wasn’t ignoring you, not necessarily, but the most you would get out of him was a grunt before continuing on without so much as a word. Maybe it was something you said? Or you crossed an invisible boundary of some kind? You had made that mistake before; accidentally using a moisturizer that belonged to one of the blue ribbon show bulls, earning a thorough chewing out from him. Who knew farm animals cared so much about their skin care routines and what was his stuff doing in the main house anyways?

A pair of heavy hands on your hips and a head resting on your shoulder dragged you out of your thoughts. “Ah, Trey you startled me silly” the jump of your exaggerated delayed reaction almost knocked over one of the milk cans. Attempting to balance out the new weight on your back before bending down lower to set the tin back up you felt something hefty, hard and hot pressed against you from behind. That explains it. “Hey if that’s the, uh, if that’s the problem you’ve been dealing with we don’t have to do anymore work for the day! We should get you to the breeding stables and pick back up tomorrow yeah? Or have Ace and Deuce pick up where we left off instead.” One of the hands slipped down to roughly tug your shorts down the other ripped your top off of your body. You let out a sound akin to a pathetic dog whimper. “I’ll be fine. I wouldn’t want to burden them by taking a half day when I don’t need to. Not when I have a grade A heifer to fuck right here and now, all to myself too. I’m real lucky huh?”

How he was able to speak so casually of such things was beyond you and being as completely thrown off as you were made formulating an adequate response harder than it logically should have been. Your bewildered state gave him enough space and time to manipulate your body to his liking. Back arched to his liking and bare tits pressed against the cool sheet metal of the milking room wall putting up a fight didn’t even cross your mind. You had witnessed him throw around things three to five times your size with ease enough times to know that whatever fight you could put up was not going to stop him. “Trey sweetie” the pet name burned on your tongue “I'll get in trouble if your milk doesn't make it back up to the house. Just let me do that first and then I promise to help you out alright?” He went right back to ignoring you.

The wet head of his dick pressed against your panties as he rubbed his shaft up and down against the lone thin piece of fabric protecting your most delicate parts from him. You groan in annoyance and swallow the drool pooling in your mouth. If he couldn’t take ‘maybe later’ for an answer he definitely was not going to like the sound of ‘no’.

Blinking away tears you reared back and prepared yourself to take the biggest dick you had ever had the displeasure of being abused by.

You never did get to take that milk to the main house.

11.28.22 - more

[000noway]

Obey me In search of a smile (Pet Version)

This is based off the Card story!!

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Part 1:

A week had passed since the mud incident, and MC had nearly completed the new scrapbook. However, one crucial photo was still missing: the very first picture they had taken with all their beloved pets. The absence of this treasured memento had driven MC into a frenzy.

The living room had become a disaster zone. MC was tearing through drawers and cushions, shouting "Where is it?! WHERE IS IT?!!" at the top of their lungs.

Mammon and Beelzebub, caught up in their owner's urgency, were also wreaking havoc, upending furniture and scattering papers everywhere in their enthusiastic search.

MC's friend, watching this chaos unfold with growing alarm, turned to Lucifer with a pleading look. "What should we do?"

Lucifer, maintaining his usual composure, simply turned and walked out of the living room, leaving MC's friend even more bewildered.

"Maybe we should all calm down a bit?" MC's friend suggested nervously.

This earned them simultaneous glares from both MC and Mammon.

"Calm down?!" MC exclaimed. "This is no time to calm down!" They spun to face Mammon and Beelzebub. "You two, search the rest of the house!"

The dogs gave what could only be described as salutes before bounding off to different rooms. Moments later, the sounds of crashes echoed through the house.

Despite MC's friend's protests, the destructive search continued for several more minutes. Just as it seemed the entire house might be turned upside down, Lucifer returned, Leviathan slithering alongside him. In Lucifer's mouth was the missing photo.

MC's eyes lit up as Lucifer gently deposited the picture into their hands. "You found it! Mammon! Beel! Come back, we've got it!"

The two dogs came bounding back into the living room, tails wagging excitedly as they crowded around MC to look at the recovered photo. All three were beaming with joy and relief.

However, their celebration was short-lived. They looked up to find Lucifer and MC's friend fixing them with stern glares, eyebrows raised in matching expressions of disapproval.

"What's wrong?" MC asked, still clutching the photo happily.

MC's friend gestured around the room with an exasperated sigh. "Maybe take a look at the state of the living room?"

For the first time since their frantic search began, MC, Mammon, and Beelzebub truly took in their surroundings. The room looked as if a small tornado had torn through it. Cushions were strewn about, books and magazines littered the floor, and a lamp teetered precariously on the edge of an overturned side table.

MC's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Oh... we might have gone a little overboard," they admitted sheepishly. Mammon and Beelzebub whined in agreement, their ears drooping slightly.

Lucifer and MC's friend rolled their eyes in perfect unison, a mix of frustration and fondness in their expressions.

As the reality of the cleanup ahead sank in, MC couldn't help but chuckle. "Well, I guess we know what we're doing for the rest of the day. Who's up for a tidying party?"

Mammon and Beelzebub's tails began to wag tentatively, always eager to please despite the mess they'd helped create. Lucifer snorted, shaking his mane in what seemed to be a resigned "what am I going to do with you all" gesture.

Part 2:

The next day, MC and their friend were lounging on the living room floor, flipping through the newly completed scrapbook. The brothers, except for Lucifer and Belphegor, were scattered around them, peering at the photos with interest.

As they turned the pages, MC's friend suddenly noticed something odd. "Hey, I just realized... there aren't any clear pictures of Belphegor. His cage is always cut out or obscured somehow."

MC nodded, a slight frown creasing their brow. "Yeah, it's pretty hard to get the whole cage in a photo. The store owner never told us what kind of animal Belphegor is, and we're still not allowed to open his cage or remove the cover."

Their friend's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "You mean you don't even know what kind of animal he is?"

MC shook their head, their expression a mix of frustration and concern.

As they continued flipping through the pages, MC's friend pointed to a photo. "Oh, here's a good one of you and Belphegor. You're reading manga to him, right?"

The photo showed MC sitting next to Belphegor's covered cage, an open manga in their hands. But instead of bringing a smile to MC's face, the picture only made them sigh heavily.

Noticing MC's reaction, their friend asked gently, "What's wrong?"

MC bit their lip, their eyes fixed on the photo. "I... I feel like Belphegor doesn't like me," they admitted softly. Beelzebub, hearing this, let out a worried whine.

"At first, he used to make these little sighs that sounded happy, you know? I thought we were bonding. But a few days after I adopted everyone, something changed. It was like I suddenly got this vibe from him that he didn't want anything to do with me."

MC's fingers traced the outline of the cage in the photo. "I tried reading him funny manga to cheer him up, but... nothing worked."

Their friend tried to reassure them. "Maybe you shouldn't worry about it so much. I'm sure he'll come around eventually."

But MC just stared at the picture, their voice quiet but determined. "Belphegor is a member of our family. I don't care what kind of animal he is. I just want him to be happy."

Just then, the sound of a bus pulling up outside caught their attention. MC and their friend quickly gathered their school things, heading out the door with hurried goodbyes to the pets.

Part 3:

The brothers gathered around the scrapbook, their expressions a mix of concern and contemplation.

Asmodeus sighed dramatically, "It's such a shame. Belphie does have a nice smile - second only to mine, of course - but he never shows it anymore."

Beelzebub's ears drooped slightly. "I can't remember the last time I sensed Belphie being happy. And every time MC's in the same room with him, he just gets... annoyed."

Leviathan nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I was there when MC was reading manga to him. I sat there for hours, hoping to sense even a little happiness from him."

"In the end," Mammon chimed in, "MC read through every last volume, and Belphie didn't seem to enjoy it one bit."

Satan, ever the observant one, added, "I'm not that surprised. Even when he was out of the cage, he never held a smile for long."

The others murmured in agreement, the atmosphere growing heavier with shared concern.

Beelzebub's tail swished anxiously. "I would really like to see Belphie smile again."

Satan's eyes gleamed with determination. "Then it's settled. We're going to find a way to force a smile out of him and get a picture for MC."

Later that day, the brothers put their plan into action. Leviathan approached Belphegor's cage first, holding a limited edition figurine. "Hey Belphie, I got you this rare collectible!"

Belphegor's voice came muffled from the cage. "Not interested."

Next, Mammon tried his luck with a shiny new wallet. "Look, Belphie! It's got lots of pockets for... uh... whatever you keep in wallets!"

"No thanks," came the flat reply.

Asmodeus flounced up with a selection of beauty products. "Darling, I've brought you the most exquisite fur care routine!"

"Pass," Belphegor grumbled.

Frustrated by their failed attempts, Mammon blurted out, "Come on, Belphie! We're just trying to get you to smile for a picture for MC!"

Leviathan and Asmodeus shot Mammon exasperated looks, their plan now exposed.

From within the cage, Belphegor's voice took on an angry edge. "So that's what this is about? You're trying to manipulate me into pretending to be happy for that human's sake?"

The brothers exchanged worried glances, realizing their well-intentioned plan had backfired. Belphegor's discontent seemed to have only intensified, leaving them at a loss for what to do next.

Beelzebub, always the most sensitive to his twin's moods, approached the cage cautiously. "Belphie, we just want you to be happy. We thought maybe if you smiled, even a little..."

"I don't need to smile for anyone, especially not for that human," Belphegor interrupted sharply. "Just leave me alone."

The atmosphere in the room grew tense. Satan, ever the strategist, realized they needed to regroup. "Come on, everyone. Let's give him some space."

As they moved away from the cage, the brothers shared concerned looks. They had hoped to bridge the gap between Belphegor and MC, but it seemed they had only widened it.

Part 4:

Some time later, Beelzebub returned to Belphegor's cage, a peace offering of treats in tow.

"Belphie?" he called softly. "I brought you some of my favorite snacks. Want to hang out for a bit?"

After a moment of silence, Belphegor replied with a reluctant, "Fine."

As they shared the treats, Beelzebub decided to try one more time. "Hey, Belphie... do you think you could smile? Just once?"

Belphegor's response was immediate and firm. "No."

"But it would make MC happy..." Beelzebub started, only to be cut off by Belphegor's sudden outburst.

"Why should I care about making them happy?" Belphegor snapped. His voice turned cold as he continued, "That human is lucky I'm caged up. Otherwise, I would've hurt them from day one."

Beelzebub recoiled, shocked by the venom in his twin's words. "Belphie, you can't mean that..."

"I do mean it," Belphegor insisted. "You can't hate humans forever," Beelzebub tried to reason.

"I can!" Belphegor yelled, his anger palpable even through the cage. "They're all the same!"

Beelzebub shook his head firmly. "You're wrong, Belphie. MC is different, and deep down, you know it."

"How could you possibly know that?" Belphegor scoffed.

"Because," Beelzebub said gently, "you still have the pillow MC gave you. You could have rejected it, but you accepted it and kept it."

There was a long pause, the silence heavy between them. Finally, Belphegor spoke, his voice quieter but still hard. "The only reason I keep it is because it keeps me warm at night. Nothing more."

Beelzebub's ears drooped, sensing the finality in his brother's tone.

"Just... leave me alone, Beel," Belphegor said, sounding tired.

With a heavy heart, Beelzebub complied, padding away from the cage.

After Beelzebub shared what happened, Satan's tail twitched with determination. "That's it. The only way to make Belphie smile is by force. We'll ambush him while he's sleeping."

Mammon scratched his ear. "I dunno, Satan. That seems kinda... extreme?"

"Do you have a better idea?" Satan retorted.

Asmodeus fluffed his fur. "Well, I suppose if it's for a good cause..."

Later that night, they crept towards Belphegor's cage. Satan carefully pulled back the cage cover while Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Mammon wielded feather dusters, ready to tickle their brother into submission. Leviathan held a phone in his tail, prepared to capture the elusive smile.

"Ready?" Satan whispered. "On three. One... two... three!"

At first, their plan seemed to be working. Belphegor stirred, a hint of a smile appearing on his face. But suddenly, he started banging on the cage walls.

Mammon yelped, "Uh oh, this ain't good!"

MC's parents rushed in. "What on earth is going on here?"

Misunderstanding the situation, MC's parents quickly intervened, separating the brothers and taking them away from Belphegor's cage. The plan had backfired spectacularly.

The next day, Beelzebub noticed MC returning from school and picking up Belphegor's cage. Curious and concerned, the brothers (except for Lucifer) decided to follow MC.

They trailed MC to the library, watching from hidden spots as MC approached the checkout desk. To their surprise, MC was borrowing a new volume of the joke manga they had read to Belphegor before.

As they eavesdropped, they overheard the librarian informing MC that the manga series was getting a spin-off. To their astonishment, they sensed a smile from Belphegor. The realization dawned on them – Belphegor had enjoyed the manga all along; he had just pretended not to like it.

Overcome with excitement, Leviathan burst out of his hiding spot, phone at the ready to capture the moment. Satan hissed a warning, but it was too late.

Belphegor, noticing his brothers, immediately stopped smiling. In a low, irritated whisper that only his siblings could hear, he said, "You're not getting me to smile. Give it up."

The brothers exchanged frustrated glances, realizing their chance had slipped away. They had come so close to seeing Belphegor genuinely happy, only to have the moment shattered by their own eagerness.

Chat- sleepless nights:

As night fell, Belphegor tossed and turned in his cage, unable to find comfort. The chill of the night air seeped through the bars, and he reached for the pillow MC had given him, only to find it missing.

Panic rose in his chest as he whispered to himself, "Where is it? Where did it fall?"

His ears perked up at the sound of MC's footsteps approaching.

"Belphegor?" MC called softly. "I found your pillow near the door. I didn't want you to be cold."

MC gently placed the pillow near the cage, but to their surprise, Belphegor turned away from it.

In his mind, Belphegor battled with himself. 'I don't want anything to do with that human. The pillow being gone shouldn't bother me so much.'

MC let out a sad sigh. "You don't even want the pillow anymore, do you?" Their voice trembled slightly. "I'm sorry, Belphegor. I'm sorry for trying to force us to bond. If... if leaving you alone will make you happy, I'll do it."

As MC turned to leave, the sound of fabric dragging across the floor made them pause. A contented sigh followed.

"Good night, Belphegor," MC said, glancing back. Their eyes widened in shock as they caught a glimpse of a small smile peeking out from beneath the cage cover.

MC's face lit up with a warm smile of their own. "I'll read the new book to you tomorrow, okay?"

Another soft sigh drifted from the cage, almost like a reply.

As MC's footsteps faded away, Belphegor snuggled into the pillow, his mind whirling with conflicting thoughts.

'Humans become happy over the weirdest things,' he mused. But then, a new thought crept in, one that surprised even him. 'But making MC smile this one time... it wasn't so bad.'

The night settled around him, and for the first time in a long while, Belphegor drifted off to sleep with a hint of warmth in his heart that had nothing to do with the pillow.

[mod-kyoko]

may i req the chocolate prompt with the antags!!! if the reqs r overwhelming then i'm fine with just kokichi (why do i feel like im the only one consistently asking for them LMAOAO)

chocolate aphrodisiac ft. kokichi oma (fem!reader version)

male!reader version

info: ⚠️nsfw!!, non-despair au, one-shot format, established relationship, reader is submissive, dubcon....?

a/n: foaming at the mouth i've been waiting for someone to ask for kokichi

also i will probably eventually do one for nagito! (but we are so backed up on requests rn)

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earlier today kokichi told you he was going to the store. usually the two of you do the shopping together, so you were suspicious when he told you not to worry about helping out. nevertheless, you went about your afternoon routine while waiting for him to come back. you did the dishes, made the bed, and since kokichi was nice enough to do the weekly grocery shopping for you, you decided to cook a meal with what you had left.

as you're transferring the dishes to the kitchen table, you hear a familiar jingling sound, like keys.

he's home!

the doorknob turns, and in walks your boyfriend. when you round the corner to greet him, you notice that he only has one bag in his hand.

"where's the rest of the groceries?" you ask, and he bounds towards you, pulling you into a hug.

"i lied, i didn't actually go grocery shopping. sorry!" he smiles cheekily as you roll your eyes. now what are you supposed to do? you're almost out of food. "but," he continues, "i did get you a surprise. it's for later though, so you're not allowed to see it yet."

he pats your head, earning another eye roll, and you drag him to the kitchen. he sets the plastic bag down, but you can't see what's inside. you doubt he would let you look, anyway. when your boyfriend sees the large meal you made for him, his eyes light up.

"you made this for me?" he beams, eyeing up the dishes.

"i did it because i thought you were shopping for groceries. this is the last of our food," you complain, glaring at him. he sighs, without a care in the world, and wraps his arms around your waist. leaning into your ear, he whispers.

"i'll go shopping tomorrow, i promise. and you'll be too tired to go with me, anyways." he presses a kiss to your cheek, leaving you to wonder what he means. but you don't ask, because he is already sat at the table chowing down on the noodles you made. you follow, sitting down across from him and picking up your fork.

both your days were uneventful, so your dinner is spent pretty quietly. once both your plates are cleared, you get up to put the dishes in the sink, but he beats you to it.

"don't worry about any of the cleanup, i got it," he winks, setting the dishes down. you furrow your brows.

"what's your motive?" you ask. you're unconvinced that he would be this caring and thoughtful just because.

you watch your boyfriend turn the corner and fetch the plastic bag. you can't see what he takes out, he's hiding it, but you can hear the crumbling of a wrapper.

"i got dessert!" he grins, skipping back over to you. there is a chocolate bar in his palm. he breaks it in half, and hands one piece to you. you cock an eyebrow at him, but take it.

"a chocolate bar for dessert?" you ask, but bite into it anyways. kokichi waits for you to chew and swallow, before biting into his own piece. you catch a glint in his eyes, and his lips turn up into a smirk. he's making the usual face he makes when he is attempting something mischievous. but what the fuck would he have done to a chocolate bar?

maybe he's waiting for you to finish it to tell you it's made of bugs or something.

but no, it tastes good, and by the time you both finish the bar, it's like he forgot all about it... what is his plan?

kokichi takes care of the dishes while you settle down in bed to watch tv before going to sleep. it's not exactly close to the time you normally go to sleep, but it's dark and you don't have anything else to do for the day.

after ten minutes watching a silly show, your boyfriend pops into the room. he closes the bedroom door behind him, and approaches the bed. with no warning, he runs and jumps on top of you, knocking the air out of your lungs.

"ah! kokichi, why-" you scream, startled by his sudden movement. the little shit lays on top of you, wrapping his arms around your torso.

"watcha watchin'?" he smiles, pressing a kiss to your cheek. you reach around to tangle your fingers in his hair, scratching his head.

"just some sitcom that was on," you shrug. kokichi turns his attention to the tv, and to your dismay, rolls over onto the mattress. he sits up for a second to take off his shirt and pants, leaving him in just his boxers.

now, you've seen your boyfriend naked a thousand times. you've seen him in just his underwear a thousand more. it wasn't new. but for some reason, right now, you can feel yourself heating up. a familiar fluttery sensation twists your stomach, and your heart skips a beat. what the fuck? why are you getting so hot and bothered over something kokichi does every night? he always sleeps in his boxers.

whatever, you think to yourself, and shift your attention back to the sitcom.

a little less than a half hour later, the heat in the room is stifling, and you feel a tingling sensation between your legs. you sigh, rubbing your thighs together to create friction. it seems like kokichi has fallen asleep. he is facing away from you and hasn't moved in a while.

you frown, sitting up and swinging your legs over the edge of the bed. maybe if you turn down the a/c... you tiptoe out of the room, down the hall to the thermostat, and turn it down. when you turn around, you're met face to face with your boyfriend.

"shit!" you jump, instinctively backing up against the wall. kokichi cackles, slapping his knee as you clutch your chest. "kokichi, i thought you were asleep?"

he says nothing, and his expression goes quickly from humored to taunting. the corner of his mouth turns up, and he leans forward, effectively cornering you.

"...kokichi?" you whisper. with your bodies in such close proximity, you're reminded of the reason why you got out of bed in the first place. "fuck, why is it so hot? are you hot too?" you reach for the collar of your top and pull at it, fanning yourself.

kokichi reaches up and leans against the wall with his hand. "hot for you," he winks, sending a shiver down your spine.

"um-" you start, but he grabs your face roughly, cutting you off with a passionate kiss. when you two break apart, it feels like your world is spinning.

"uh, kichi, i don't feel so good," you mumble. your stomach is tightening and the butterflies are going haywire in your stomach. not to mention you're pretty sure your panties are soaked for some reason.

"oh yeah, that's my fault, my bad," he grins, fingers ghosting under the hem of your top. you shudder, anticipating his next move. he slides his hand under your shirt, up to your chest. your mouth falls open as he squeezes your breast.

"what do you mean... how is it your fault?" you breathe. kokichi rubs circles over your nipple, drawing out shaky breaths from you.

"i sort of, uh, gave you an aphrodisiac. i found it at the store and wanted to see what would happen. but don't worry! i took it too." you furrow your brows, leaning your head against the wall.

"the chocolate? what the hell, kokichi?" you moan, but do nothing as his hands trail down to the waistband of your pants. he presses up against you, and you can feel his hard-on against your leg.

"i said my bad!" he defends himself, and you scoff, but allow him to keep performing his ministrations. he slides his fingers under your panties, finding your clit. he teases it, rubbing slow circles. moans and whines fall out through your lips. your boyfriend lets out a cocky laugh at your noises, picking up the pace.

"fuck," you curse, grabbing onto his arm. he leans forward, locks of hair tickling your face as his mouth latches onto your neck. soon he leaves your swollen clit alone, and prods at your hole. he slides the tip of a finger in, reveling at how you clamp around it. while thumbing your clit, he pumps two fingers in and out of you.

"i'll take care of you real good, okay? so just relax," he whispers, kissing down from your jaw to the junction between your neck and shoulder. with a shaky breath, you clutch onto his arms.

"kichi," you whine, knowing you're close to cumming on his fingers. you buck your hips, trying to speed up his painfully slow movement. "don't stop."

"i won't, baby," he answers, finally pumping into you faster. loud moans topple out from you as your stomach tightens. he relentlessly rubs your clit, fingering you until you come undone.

"fuck," you scream, liquids gushing out onto his hand. he smiles, bringing his fingers up to his mouth. as you catch your breath, you watch him suck off all your cum, taking his sweet time.

"i hate you for this," you scowl, running your fingers through his hair. he hasn't stopped grinning this entire time, knowing he's won this little game.

he ignores that statement, instead picking you up by the back of your thighs, so you can wrap your legs around his waist.

"that was just round one, baby. i hope you're ready."

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i deeply apologize for how goddamn long this took

-mod kyoko

[pttwice]

cleanup time

|| little!momo, cg!jeongyeon ||

One thing Momo loved doing was playing. It didn't matter if it was with her mama, with one of the girls, or by herself. Her favorite things to play with were alphabet blocks and even when Jeongyeon wasn't there to play with her, she'd manage to play peek-a-boo by herself.

Momo rarely woke up before her mama, but she crashed early the night before in the middle of a movie. Jeongyeon put her to bed much earlier than her usual bedtime so the little was very well rested.

Momo had been up for about an hour. The sun was just beginning to rise as she sat on her rug. She had her blocks spread out as well as some of her dolls.

It was rare for quiet mornings with Momo since she usually wanted her mama's attention as soon as she woke up, but she was busying herself with her toys. She had already quietly built a few towers and spelled a few words out that may or may not have been right.

As she made up a story with her Barbies and the Sully plush Sana had gotten her for Christmas last year, she didn't hear her mama finally get up.

Jeongyeon slowly made her way to Momo's room and was surprised when she saw her baby sitting on the floor instead of splayed out still asleep in her bed. Jeongyeon leaned against the doorframe and let out a silent yawn. She smiled as she watched Momo quietly babble to herself and move her dolls around.

Jeongyeon watched for a few minutes to just enjoy the peace of the morning before she cleared her throat and made her presence known. Almost immediately, Momo turned around and set her dolls down.

Momo excitedly toddled over to her mama and wrapped her in a tight hug. She buried her face in her mama's chest and let out a happy sigh.

"Good morning, pumpkin. How long have you been awake?" Jeongyeon kissed the crown of Momo's head and gently rubbed her back. Her smile grew wider when Momo looked up at her.

"Been playin' wif my toys and built a tower and den played with Barbie and..."

Jeongyeon chuckled softly and continued to rub small circles into Momo's back as she let her baby talk about all the fun she had been having. She never got an answer to how long Momo had been awake for, but she assumed it had to have been more than an hour.

"Well that sounds like a lot of fun, Mo. But how about you help mama with breakfast? We can make pancakes!"

Momo's eyes lit up at the suggestion and she immediately let her mama go. She tried to move past Jeongyeon, but the oldest put a hand out to stop her from leaving the bedroom.

"Woah there, pumpkin. You've gotta clean up your toys first." Jeongyeon laughed and gently turned Momo back around. She led her back to the middle of her bedroom where her toys were scattered on the floor and crouched down.

"But hungy, mama. Wan' pancake." Momo pouted and crossed her arms over her chest, but she knew her mama wouldn't budge. She let out a small huff and squatted down beside Jeongyeon who just looked at her with a playful eyeroll.

Jeongyeon watched as Momo stayed squatted down with her arms over her chest, not moving a muscle. She thought for a moment before she sat down and crossed her legs.

"How about you help mama clean up your toys and whoever picks up the last toy and puts it away, they get an extra pancake?" Jeongyeon smiled as Momo furiously nodded her head in agreement.

Within a few seconds, Momo was picking up armfuls of her blocks and putting them in her toy chest. Jeongyeon watched and handed her a Barbie, confident that she'd be done in no time at the speed she was cleaning.

A few minutes later, Momo managed to pick up most of the toys. The only things left were a few accessories.

"Wan' mama wear pishy." Momo giggled and held out the yellow and black striped fish headband. "Mo wear da bear."

Jeongyeon smiled and gave her baby a small nod. She placed the headband on her head and tossed the other hat into Momo's toy chest before helping her up on her feet.

"Does mama have to wear this all day?"

Momo looked up at Jeongyeon with a wide smile and nodded. "Yeah! Mama pishy 'nd Mo bear."

Jeongyeon wasn't thrilled to be wearing the fish headband the entire day, but if it made her baby happy and got her to clean up after herself, she'd gladly sacrifice her hair for one day.

[st-dorothy-minority]

You Didn't Know - Radioapple slow burn

We'll see how long it stays up before the next mental breakdown around writing/fandom hits.

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Alastor/Lucifer, Lilith/Lucifer, Alastor/Vox (much later and brief) Tags: Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Angst and Feels, Angst and Tragedy, Angst and Romance, Slow Burn, Torture, Aftermath of Torture, Depression, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Tragic Romance, Tragedy, Dark, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape, Past Rape/Non-con, Rape Recovery, Rape Aftermath, Gang Rape, Self-Mutilation, Self-Harm, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt, Sexual Violence, Violent Sex, Violence, Disfigurement, Demon Blood, Blood Drinking, Demon Blood Addiction, Self-Sacrifice, Some Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Secret Relationship, Trauma, Trauma Bonding, Restraints, Power Dynamics, Dubious Consent, Blood Magic, Blood Kink, Drug Addiction, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, LOT of hurt before comfort, Family Issues, Mutilation, Self-Worth Issues, Body Modification Summary: After being confronted by Charlie for not taking out Adam sooner, Lucifer's darkest secret is at risk of being exposed by the last person he'd ever want knowing: Alastor. As a result of forcing the devil's hand to make a deal, both end up getting a bit more than they'd bargained for.

----****---- *huff*….*huff*….“Nnnhhh….”

“You’re quite an exquisite sight right now. And can you hear that? The sounds of your people being exterminated for good like the filth they are? Better get used to it. Heaven’s retribution against you will come once a year, too. Luckily for you, you’re unkillable. Or maybe, that makes you unlucky.”

An agonized scream filled the secluded forest, and the tormentors laughed at the visible anguish on their captive’s face and the golden blood gushing from the newest wound.

Grabbing a fistful of blonde hair to pull the fallen angel’s head up so the others could look upon his beaten and bloodied face, the edge of a blade was placed against his throat, poised to slice.

“Look at you. Pathetic. God’s mercy can’t save you now. You deserve to suffer. You can never be redeemed.”

The crack of a whip rang out, followed by a cry of severe pain that soon devolved into stifled weeping.

“Always remember you did this to yourself. You’re to blame for everything….Lucifer.”

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**Present day – many, many years later**

**** “Thank you again, Rosie!”

Charlie enthusiastically waved goodbye as the Cannibal Town overlord and her people returned home, angel carcasses (and those of their own kind) in hand. It certainly made that part of the cleanup much more bearable!

She turned her attention back to the hotel, her heart filling with love at the sight of everyone in such visibly high spirits after the victory. Even her dad seemed to be enjoying himself, albeit getting noticeably prickly whenever Alastor made any sort of comment.

She sighed, dreading the conversation she knew she needed to have.

I have to ask, she thought despondently. I have to know.

She tiptoed towards the group, lightly tapped her finger on her dad’s shoulder, and-

“Oh hey, Charlie!” he greeted ecstatically as he whirled around. His cheerful temperament was making her stomach lurch. “Dad, can I talk to you?” she asked in a more serious tone. He failed to catch on to this and replied happily, “Of course! What is it, kiddo?” “Well, um….could we go somewhere else?” The nervous look on her face told him that he had indeed misread the room. His own expression turned anxious as he agreed. “Oh, uh, sure.”

They walked around to the other side of the hotel, neither knowing that they had garnered the interest of someone following them in shadow.

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[justenjoythegossip]

The Forbes article

Certain mods are writing that the Forbes article was not really an ad for Jinx (which it clearly was by the way). They are writing it was meant to distance himself from her bc it’s about to be over. It’s a lie. A lie they have wanted to believe and repeated since almost the beginning of this shitshow. They don’t know when it’s going to end. No one knows except the main protagonists of this shitshow and their teams. And maybe they don’t even know it yet! But it’s very likely to go on for a while since they got kinda married on September. A 4 month « marriage » would be bad publicity.

That Forbes articles was an ad. Chris came back to SM for Jinx as evidenced by his post on the day of his comeback, his 2 follows being Jinx and Asp, his Itw on the view which was sponsored by Jinx (as it was mentioned by Woopi Goldberg).

The fact there was no mention of Abba when there should have been because of the angle of the article seemed peculiar but it really wasn’t. For two reasons

1. tying himself to her and then distancing him from her has been their MO since the very beginning. They have been cleaning tags, removing info and yet have pushed millions articles and continued with the charade. Even their NY papwalk was similar. We got the pics of them in the park and then 2 seconds later the pics on the stairs where they look pissy. Buzz feed using those pics to throw shade with their title: Romance. The reason for it is obvious, they need to feed both team real and team Pr, to divide and conquer and draw traffic. It’s manufactured this way ON PURPOSE. And it’s obvious because they use the same patterns over and over.

2. The comments on the controversial asp chat were extremely negative towards both him and her. The Forbes article painting him as « single » when he is in all likelihood still tied to her is meant as damage control. This clean up will likely be followed by more shenanigans, more cleanup etc etc etc

Side note: beware of the rhetoric of certain mods calling others idiots, stupid and other colorful names. The vitriol in the rhetoric is also a means to play the same tactics of divide and conquer and riling people up, which is what their teams have been doing since the very beginning.

[britt-kageryuu]

Day 3/Last Day

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Well with the start of the last day the Turtles and CJ got dressed grabbed some breakfast, and got to the Convention Center, while the girls and the Dragons headed out a bit earlier to do pre-prepare for breaking down everything to make the packing up easier... hopefully.

Mikey and CJ headed back to the Artist Alley, where Mikey set out a 'Last Day Discount' on the stuff that didn't sell alot over the event. The fewer things taken home the better, and the less Mikey would need to try to sell at a different event later.

Raph dressed in his apocalypse gear went to walk the floor, and check out if he missed anything interesting the day before, since he had to get to the booth before checking out one side of the Hall.

The Disaster Twins dressed as Dipper (Donnie) & Mabel (Leo) went around just looking at what was going on, up until they discovered a large area with multiple sets for taking themed photos. Then they spent a good our or so just messing with the sets and props.

The Purple Dragons had the Meet & Greet setup broken down, packed up, and taken back to the van in a short time, then headed to the hall were the Closing Ceremonies were being held. They were slightly annoyed with some of the tech people hired by the Con, that believed they know better.

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The Twins sped around looking at everything, and getting stopped for pictures before heading to the Dealers Hall to look around at some booths they hadn't seen yet.

Then they spotted Raph, and weaved through the crowd to get to him, and climbed onto his shoulders.

"Hey Raph-a-doodle! Find anything good?"

Raph barely reacted with startled people around them who were confused.

"There was a booth over there that have some cool figures that I think you might like. And there was some cool D&D stuff in the back on the J aisle." Raph relays this while holding his phone up to the Twins so they can see what he was talking about.

"While those figures are nice. I don't want to buy any of those right now. Need to save for some DLC that goes live in a couple days." Donnie says while messing with the phone screen, and scanning for details from the pictures.

"Oohh, we doing a Co-OP soon?!" Leo asked while leaning over to look closer.

"We shall see. I want to judge if it would be more worth it to start a fresh save, or continue a save with Co-OP activated." Donnie answers while pushing Raphs hand down, since they were done analyzing the pictures.

Raph puts his phone away, and just starts walking again while the two continue chatting on his shoulders. Just ignoring the people staring, and taking pictures in amazement.

The three ended up at their booth to see a bit of a crowd there for the slight sale on what was left of the stock.

They ask April and Cass if they could get the two anything. With a reply of 'No, It's okay' from April the three head out to wander the rest of the Convention. They were a bit surprised that neither the Staff nor Security bothered them about the Twins being on Raphs shoulders.

Though many people did want to get pictures of the three, or asked if they could get on Raphs shoulders aswell.

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When the announcement went out around the building that the Convention would be closing soon Raph and Donnie went to the Dealers Hall to help the girls, and Leo subtly portals to the Artist Alley to help out Mikey and CJ.

Once all of the non vendors were out, the cleanup and packing up began.

The Artist Alley group got packed pretty quickly because most of Mikeys inventory was gone by the end of the day, so it was mostly packing up the table decorations, and making sure they didn't leave anything behind before going to see if the others needed help.

Well the Dealers Hall group didn't need as much help, because the Purple Dragons showed up to help once the Closing Ceremonies ended.

And with a good 80% of their stock sold they just had to break down empty boxes, consolidating things into fewer boxes and make sure they got the displays packed safely.

Then loading everything onto the wagon/dolly and getting everything into the tank, and van. Then double check that they didn't leave anything behind in the hotel before checking out.

There was a quick stop to pick up some food for the road, and a quick game of Rock Paper Scissors for who would be driving, and when they would stop to switch off drivers, or possibly just a break.

Many hours later they make it to one of Donnies Genius Built warehouses, not to far from home but not that close, to stop for the night, and sleep.

Plans to go over the equipment and what was left of their wares in the morning before getting back into their usual routine.

In all a great end to a pretty big event.

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Masterpost

This took more out of me than I thought, but I think it's just because most of my personal experience with Conventions are 2 local events I attended almost yearly and videos on YouTube.

And since I only ever heard about this happening after the fact I ended up just having not alot happening with the guys.

I hope you enjoyed reading this series.

[script-a-world]

Submitted via Google Form:

Hello! Just a small question. In my work there is a "base", located underground. The main characters need to destroy the base, but it is protected against fire. I decided they would flood the base by bursting the pipes and flooding the place, but the logistics are a bit confusing for me. I'm not sure how water pressure would work, where pipes would be, if its even realistic. Thank you!♡

Tex: Fire protection is a bit of a relative term - do you mean to say that there is nothing flammable there? Or that there would be nothing that could start a fire, such as electrical wiring? The same sort of process applies to water systems such as pipes, cisterns, etc. Water pipes generally have lots of checks and balances in the form of things pressure valves, water storage units, and drains. A pipe “bursts” when the internal pressure is unable to be vented (i.e. has nowhere to go), and the inability to equalize pressure to its mechanical standards (i.e. material properties of the pipe itself). Engineers like to design infrastructure systems around some general principles: 1) as close to within budget as possible (i.e. materials, manpower, schedule), 2) easy to spot problems during construction, and 3) easy to repair after its installation in case something breaks. To accomplish this, particularly with water and electrical systems, these systems will be designed with as many straight lines as possible in order to reduce the logistical burdens of its installation, maintenance, and repair. It won’t be uncommon to align multiple systems alongside each other along a wall or in a floor, especially if the employees are paid by the hour, but it might or might not be the absolute best way to do it in terms of long-term solutions. Further Reading

Pressure § Liquid pressure - Wikipedia

Hydrostatics § Pressure in fluids at rest - Wikipedia

Fluid dynamics- Wikipedia

Addy: Water pressure is pretty neat stuff, and I like where you're going with this. My thoughts are a little scattered, but this is feasible or not depending on where the base is.

Components to flooding: 1) How much water is there? 2) Where does the water come from? 3) How quickly does it spread? 4) What does it damage?

So you want to "ruin" a base. That could mean 

making it completely inoperable and essentially impossible to recover (totally flooded, it becomes an underground swimming pool/death cave, cannot access without specialized diving equipment).

making it unusable for practical purposes and/or health & safety reasons. Everything of value (papers, records, documents, computers) is made useless and soft surfaces are covered in mold, but a person can still physically enter the space and breathe oxygen. There was water, but then it receded.

In this case, the space is still physically accessible, but the cleanup cost isn't worth it. A dedicated crew may later try to see if there are any documents that got left behind, which could be interesting

Either way, the goal is to remove the enemy's capability to continue operations in this area by damaging their base of operations to an extent that the base is no longer worth the resources to upkeep. Or to damage it to an extent that it is unable to be re-established.

Does it flood quickly or slowly? That affects the speed of the response.

If it happens quickly, the timescale is measured in minutes. Maybe a few hours, if it's a large base. Evacuation is fast, dramatic, and desperate. A few people may try to secure strategic assets (experimental weapon, research notes, hard drive with special data on it, spellbook, classified documents, religious artifacts, medicine, etc. Things that are not easily replaceable), and others may just grab whatever's closest to them and run. Evacuation could be coordinated or it could be disorganized. There may be rescue efforts, people going back to check on their colleagues.

If the flooding is fast-then-slow, then the timescale is hours, maybe a day or two. Initial response is likely going to be panicky, but with people going back inside to grab things once they realize they've got some time.

If the flooding is slow, it's like the above but more like a school fire drill. There's time and not much panic. Not very dramatic. However! If they're leaking a sewer line, then you get people leaving very quickly indeed, as nobody likes to be in contact with raw sewage.

How much water do you need? (If it isn't very much, then people don't panic as much, as they're not at risk of dying)

If you're just looking to fry electronics, that's easy. A few inches of water and there you go, you've ruined your servers and your electrical lines and it's a whole mess. Also it'll get into the floorboards, and that's an expensive fix…. Especially if the water stays electrified. Or if there's sewage or other unpleasant substances in it. Anyways, even a small(ish) pipe can carry a lot of water. A 4" pipe can carry 3400 gallons per minute (gpm) - enough to put a 20,000 sqft facility under a foot of water in 20 minutes. A large 48" pipe, on the other hand, can carry ~35,000 gpm under typical conditions - enough to put that same facility under a foot of water every four and a half minutes. 

For reference, fire hydrants put out about 500-1000 gpm. Major pipes tend to be located under streets and highways (hard for them to get accidentally damaged that way), with smaller distribution pipes going to wherever they may be needed. If the base is in the middle of nowhere, they probably won't be near any of the big pipes, so you'd have fairly slow flooding. If the base is hidden in a city, you've got roadways right there. Bonus points if the soil is sand (makes the pipes easier to get to to break).

https://www.ntmwd.com/broken-pipes-and-water-leaks-can-waste-thousands-of-gallons/

https://www.onicon.com/wp-content/uploads/0868-5-Velocity-to-GPM-Chart-2-sided-04-18.pdf

So if you've got a major pipe running through the area, you can make things happen very, very fast. Even if you don't have the really big pipes, you can still cause a fair amount of damage by just breaking multiple pipes. It really just depends on the area and what kinds of pipes are nearby. In normal real-life conditions, large pipes tend to be hard to get to, and it'd be more practical to break a few 1" or 2" pipes, which could get you a foot or two of water in a couple hours.

You could drain a lake or reservoir, but it'd have to be fairly large in order to actually fill up the volume of the base.

How quickly the water spreads depends on the layout of the building. If there are multiple stories, water will flow down. Closed doors will slow the water down, but won't stop it entirely (unless they're waterproof and designed to resist large sideways forces). Think of it like spilling water on a table, just with a lot more of it.

What gets damaged? Are there any fuel lines, any natural gas attachments? What about liquor? Is there anything flammable that can catch fire and float on top of the water? (Or anything that can break, catch fire, and explode inside the base?) Do you have electronics? Paper? How tough are your floors? Water is heavy, clocking in at 62.4 lb/ft^3 (structural engineers hate rooftop pools). Is there a risk of upper floors collapsing onto lower floors, as the water pours down?

[ahmementos]

The Distracting Existence of Thighs Told In Three Parts

Hi, I'm alive. Quit smoking. 10/10 recommend never starting up. 0/10 to withdrawal but I think (read: hope) the worst is over. Have some literary offerings.

There was never a bad time to have a woman sit on your face.  

Carlos was sure that someone, somewhere, could make up a list, but he would argue back they were never blessed with the opportunity of having Jill Valentine’s thighs against each of their cheeks.  He was blessed with feeling the sheer power that coursed through the muscles that tightened as his tongue brought her to orgasm.  Each tremor as she rode those final waves of bliss was a godsend, each stroke of her fingers weakly through his curls a gift he didn’t deserve.  

Even as he rolled her gently to her back and moved his face away from her most sensitive areas, his lips still pressed against the sweat glistened skin of her thighs.  His hands took their time sliding down and up once more. Her hands hurried him up to her lips, not caring that he’d not even properly cleaned off his mouth beforehand.  She was a Valkyrie, a battle hardened goddess who deemed him worthy to see vulnerable moments.  It was what she wanted, always her decision and choice in the matter, that dictated how the private moments would be choreographed.  

He worshiped as she allowed it and her worship request was to wrap her thighs around his waist and take him in as deep as she could.

~*~

Leon, in combat, was poetry in motion.  

Chris could have watched him all day if he didn’t have his own share of opposition to tend to.  The government had definitely shaped him into a powerful weapon, a tool that could use weapons with a surgical precision that was nearly unparalleled.  But it wasn’t the expert gun use that had him distracted, oh no.  

It was the way he launched himself at a lunging soldier, straddling his face with his thighs, and pushed him to the ground.  The sound of a snapping neck followed shortly after the thud of the man’s body hitting the cement beneath them.  Just like that, Leon rolled back to his feet and continued on with his combat dance.

Just like that.

Chris barely dodged the knife that was thrown at him and shot at the offending party that threw it.  

“Watch it, Redfield,” was Leon’s warning, the concern in his voice thick.

“I’m watching it,” Chris conceded, though he didn’t say what, exactly, he was watching.

The slight crease of the material of Leon’s pants as he shifted his weight, hugging his ass just so, was a close runner up to the distraction that was his thighs at work.  Chris plunged his combat knife into the neck of the closest enemy and couldn’t help but think how jealous he was that someone who wasn’t him had those thighs pressed against his face.  

What a way to go.

“Watch it better than that ,” Leon said as he pushed Chris to the side so he didn’t take a bullet. 

Chris responded by ducking and firing at the offending party.  “I might be distracted,” he conceded.  

Back to back, they surveyed what, if anything, was left standing to oppose them in their cleanup.  “Do you want to go to the hospital and deal with a bullet wound instead of going home and getting fucked?”  Leon didn’t put his guns back in their holsters but he wasn’t ready to let his guard down.  “That’s twice that you slipped.  What the hell’s on your mind?”

Chris allowed a huff of a laugh to escape him.  “I’ll show you later.”

~*~

The difference between being terrified and being elated was separated by a blurred line, a line that pulsed with electromagnetic energy.  Each fingertip that grazed against his thighs sent shivers up and down his spine, even more so when the slight jolt of electricity accompanied it.  It was never enough to be painful; only enough to exhilarate and stimulate in ways Ethan didn’t know existed.

Though his lips weren’t electrified when they pressed against that same, sensitive skin, it threatened to light up Ethan’s nerve endings in ways he’d never experienced before.  Perhaps it was due to the dangerous man between his thighs and the threat of just how quickly the encounter could go sideways.  Maybe it was the guilt of how hurt his wife would be if she stumbled upon the moment, or the fact that he was enjoying the company of a man who had once tried to use his own daughter for his own ends.  

Fingernails lightly grazed along Ethan’s skin.  “Guilt is a terrible bedfellow.”

“Really?”  Ethan breathed out a sigh, more a laugh than a sign of discontent on his part.  “I thought your name was Karl.”

He could feel Heisenberg’s mouth, still pressed against the crease of skin between his thigh and his groin, as it twitched upwards into a crooked smile.  “ Dad jokes .  How sexy.”