#anyways just finished watching the finale so

[luludeluluramblings]

The Tape

Reader and Conner’s sex tape gets leaked…

Based on this…

Warning: Fem!Reader, NSFW themes, no actual smut, pure crack nonsense, fake Twitter post

A/N: @fanfictionlover277353 Heard you wanted some more! Here’s some of my nonsense!

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"Come on, Babs. Please. I'm begging. Just for a few hours. Two tops." Dick's whining could be heard through out the entire cave. The vibrato of his voice echoing off the rocky walls and stalagmites as he leaned over Barbara's shoulder and played with her hair.

She was currently sitting at the Bat Computer, looking over anything related to the family or incidents in Gotham with strained eyes and an exasperated look on her face.

"I told you, I'm busy-"

"You need a break." Dick interrupted, playing the hypocrite with a grin. "Come on, two hours. We'll watch a movie, you can even pick. No sappy Rom-coms, anything you want. All your choice." He wiggled his eyebrows at her.

Admittedly, Barbara was tempted, but she let out an indulgent sigh.

"Fine. I'll set up notifications to alert me if anything that needs to get scrub gets posted." She quickly type out a few things on to the computer, having it connected to her phone before Dick whisked her off with way too much excitement.

It was a simple notification system. One that would alert her if anyone's vigilantes identities were mentioned in the media. Unfortunately, it wasn't set up to alert her if anyone's civilian identities were mentioned. That included the family's only civilian member as well.

And, a lot can happen in two hours with the power of the internet and a very interesting topic.

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You were having a good day. A very nice day. You had gone out into the world, enjoying the sights and sounds of a mid-morning Gotham. Ignoring the wailing sirens in the distance, by now you had grown used to it.

Dick, Babs, and Alfred where in the manor doing either Bat stuff or sleeping. Damian was visiting Jon. Duke was on patrol. Cass was at dance practice. Bruce was at the Watchtower. Tim was at the Wayne office. Stephanie was your chaperone (stalker) of the day. And, Jason was fuck who knows where.

A peaceful, calm day.

Until you got a Twitter notification and you realized...

"Oh, that's not good. That is really not good." You mutter, watching as the internet burns while you drink your coffee. Not like you could do much else. You still sent a quick text to Conner, just to prepare him while you mentally packed.

You warned him when he suggested filming the two of you making love in the Wayne manor parlor right in front of the fireplace.

You had suggested you’d both go to the mountains and fuck in the wild, but he just had to be kinky and want to do it in the manor. Better lighting he said.

If it wasn’t for the fact that it had been your anniversary and he had pulled out all the stops, you would’ve said no. (It doesn’t matter that he had you literally crying from the pleasure when the two of you had finally finished filming. Nope. Not at all.)

However, that mountain sex might still be on the table. You didn't want to be around when the rest of the family saw that video, so a remote location in the mountains sounded like a decent idea. You’d been wanting to runaway from the manor for a while anyway.

“Hey, Steph, hand me your phone real quick…” Best to probably by yourself some time.

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Conner had a tendency to mute his notification on all his socials. Not that he didn't look at what people tagged him in or mentioned him in. He just find it easier to manage.

So when he got a text from you saying to check Twitter, he was a bit puzzled. But, he figured you had seen him tagged in something funny and wanted him to see it too.

Only for the record in his head to scratch when he realized what he had been tagged in.

"SHIT! Shit, shit, shit, shit." Could he get off planet fast enough? This was bad. Not the video. That was good. He may have thrown extra fuel on the fire by liking it and retweeting it on to his official account, but, damn it, was he proud of that. Probably shouldn’t have hired that rando to edit it for him though.

But, yeah, he was about to possibly be the only man ever murdered in cold blood by Batman. It was one thing to fuck his civilian daughter, but filming it in the man’s own home? Yeah, the kryptonite was definitely coming out and getting stabbed into his skull.

"JON! Distract Damian!" Conner yelled out before taking off, knowing that Jon's super hearing would pick up it up. Best get to Gotham and grab you before Batman came after his ass.

There was a nice planet a few solar systems over that you two could have some fun on. Maybe if he was lucky, you could visit that spot in front of the fireplace on last time. He doubted the two of you would get another chance to do it there again.

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Jason had actually been at Roy’s that day, having finished some Outlaw business from the night before. Only to be interrupted when Roy suddenly choked on his drink and sprayed it all over him from across the table. Soaking Jason and the papers on said table.

“What the fuck?” He muttered in disgust whipping the dripping liquid off him.

Roy, however, was still choking. Wheezing as he clutched his phone like it was the most precious thing in existence.

“Nothing! Nothing!” Instantly, Roy was trying to back the video up the Cloud and his back up phone. He’s paid for porn with less quality than this and he was not wasting this opportunity before it was scrubbed from the internet.

“Let me see that.” Jason pushed the table and slammed it into Roy’s gut, causing the phone to clatter on to it. A video silently playing on the screen.

A video of two people in a fancy parlor. Doing very intimate things.

Two people Jason knew. In a fancy parlor that Jason knew.

A parlor that Jason had literally sat in three days ago watching the fire in the exact same fireplace.

“Did you fucking save this, asshole?”

“Dude, that is ART!”

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Back in the BatCave Alfred had come down to tidy up after resting a bit only to look at the screen in horror. Despite his many skills, socially media escaped him at times.

However he did manage to learn one thing…

“That was what was on my bloody carpet?!”

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Tim had been in his office, going over a couple charts when his secretary burst into the room. Stumbling and falling on the floor panting. One of her heels broken.

Normally she was a serious and composed woman, not tolerating any nonsense from him. So this behavior was unexpected and worrisome.

Tim rushed to stand up at help her when she suddenly blurted out, “Leaked sex tape!”

That made him panic. Before confusion hit him.

“Wait, did I film on of those? I don’t remember filming one of those-“

“Your sister! Superboy! PR is going fucking nuts and getting calls. Share prices are fucking increasing because of this!”

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The Justice League Watchtower was in a meeting. Quite a long one judging by the way most of it’s members sitting around the table seemed to be drifting off or subtly scrolling their phones.

Oliver Queen, Green Arrow was one of those people scrolling. Checking over twitter, catching up on the latest gossip. Only to nearly fucking scream in the middle of the meeting when he realized what Superboy had shared on his official account.

Forget man of steel, the kid has damn balls of steel.

Worst yet, the video had been posted for over an hour. A full hour. Almost two. There was no way that was going to be getting scrubbed and forgotten. He’d bet it was in a military archive already with a team of scientist documenting the half-Kryptonian’s dick size right now.

It was an impressively long video. One that Oliver was sorely tempted to watch. But, he didn’t because he knew Batman would actually rearrange his face if he did. Like fist and plastic surgery rearrange it.

So, when he heard Batman’s voice ring out in the meeting, he broke his phone in half to hide the evidence of his discovery.

Only, Batman hadn’t been calling for his attention. He was calling for Booster Gold’s.

“Booster, focus on the meeting. Put that away—“

It was amusing to see Booster get caught with his phone out watching him scramble to shut it off in a panic. Only for it to fall to the ground.

And, the sound to turn on at full volume.

Moans to fill the silent void of the room.

Oliver could only look on in horror when he realized just what Booster had been watching, during a Justice League meeting, and across the table from Batman himself.

“Conner, please, p-please, stop teasing.”

“No, I don’t think I will. You look so pretty like this. All nice and—“

No one moved. Not as they watched Batman literally work through every emotion under that cowl of his and Superman’s face went as white as it possibly could, anguish washing over both their faces when they realized who was in the video booster was watching.

Diana was the only one that stood up and moved to pick up the phone. Everyone held their breaths when she slowly looked down at the screen.

“Quite impressive. You both must be proud.” She said with a slight hum.

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A/N: I apologize so much for this, but I just was cackling the entire time I came up with this and wrote it. Forgive me y’all! 🙏🏻

A/N: All the Twitter stuff was randomly generated and picked! I’m not good with it, but I added it for giggles!

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𐙚🧪 . . . 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐄 ? 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

001. SYNOPSIS ― short drabbles of making slime with the jjk boys ( individually ) 002. GENRE ― fluff ( ☁️ ) 003. LINKS ― navigation . . . masterlists . . . taglist 004. FEATURING ― gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, ino takuma currently playing 🎶 :: " wildflower " - yung kai

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 "my bubble is way bigger then your bubble," gojo protests, showing off the big pocket of air he created in his slime.

you roll your eyes, kneading your own slime with your fingers as you stick your tongue out at him.

"it's not a competition, satoru! plus, i know you don't like being wrong so i'll just let you have this one." you huff, poking at his bubble to pop it.

gojo gasps dramatically when his beautiful creation is ruined, quickly grabbing the edges of his slime to do it again.

"how dare you! i'll have you know, i won the slime-bubble making competition back in my day." he exclaims.

"back in your day? we're the same age, dumbass." you snort, wiping your hands off to take a short break.

"oh, whatever. don't be mad that i'm just better then you!" he retorts.

you raise a brow at that, sitting up and straightening your posture.

"yeah? is that a challenge?" you ask, grabbing an extra of bottle of glue and dye.

"you know it is. first person to make the stretchiest slime has to buy the other dinner!" gojo declares, snatching the glue out of your hands to start making his own.

"hey, thats mine asshole!"

. . .he won in the end, but bought you dinner anyways since hes a gentleman and loves you. (*¯︶¯*)

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 "...i hate this." suguru says, poking at the mixture in front of him with a look of disdain on his face.

"well, i went to frowntown and they said you were the mayor. don't be such a downer, sugu! this is supposed to be fun!" you reply, sprinkling some glitter into your own slime to make it shine.

"why couldn't you have done this with the girls instead? you know they like this kind of stuff." he asks, leaning back on the couch and laying his chin on your shoulder as he watches you decorate.

"becauseeee the girls would have absolutely made a mess everywhere, and i don't wanna be the one cleaning it up." you explain, adding your finishing touches.

suguru let out an incoherent grumble, opening his mouth to say something again until something in the tips of his hair catches him off guard.

"is that...(y/n), i swear to god if this is--" he starts, lifting up the ends of his hair to examine it closer.

suguru suddenly jumps off the couch, clenching his hair strands.

"IT'S IN MY FUCKING HAIR! YOU'RE SO DEAD--" he shrieks, unable to say more as you dash off the couch and into your guys' bedroom.

"GET BACK HERE YOU--"

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 "no, no, ken--you're supposed to put the activator in before touching--" you trail off, watching your fiances fingers get covered in sticky liquid glue.

"oh dear...i suppose i forgot about that step." kento says, clearly disgusted with the substance all over his hands.

you stifle a laugh and grab the bottle of activator, spilling some into his slime so that he could be freed from the restraints of the glue.

"thats alright! now you can mix, then it should turn solid and stretchy like mine!" you say, showing him your baby blue cloud slime.

he followed your directions, massaging the mixture gently. he looked so concentrated, brows furrowed as he was determined to get it to work out. after a few more minutes of kneading, it was finally starting to look a bit like yours.

"its working..." he says softly, looking over at you with a small, almost boyish smile.

your heartstrings twisted at the smile he gave you, bringing your hand up to clutch the front of your shirt where your heart was located.

"kentooo...you're so cuteee!" you sob, throwing your arms over his neck.

after kento's first successful slime, you two had spent your whole afternoon making more as he proudly showed off any new ones he had made. what a cutie!!! o(≧▽≦)o

𝐈𝐍𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐌𝐀 "takuma...you do not have slime hands." you sputter out, trying to hold in your laugh as you witness your boyfriend getting tangled up in the gooey substance.

"shit! why is this stuff so sticky?! i thought we put enough activator!" ino complains, scraping his fingers against your table to get the slime off. he was trying desperately to not get it on either of your guys' clothes, but it was getting harder with the slime constantly inching its way towards you guys as it spread on the table.

"here, lets try more shaving cream!" you exclaim, shaking the bottle and aiming it towards the slime.

just as you hit the trigger, the contents exploded out and accidentally hit ino square in the face. your jaw dropped as you quickly put down the bottle, hands flying up to your mouth as you couldn't hold in your laugh anymore.

"holy crap! oh my god--baby i am so sorry i--" you gasp for air, watching ino sit there completely still, still trying to process what happened.

"i...i can't see anything..." you hear him say, albeit a little muffled due to the shaving cream covering his entire face.

"here, let me help." you giggle, grabbing a towel and wiping his face down so your poor boyfriend could properly breathe.

after he was cleaned up, ino stared blankly at the slime sitting on the counter.

"slime day over." he says, almost sounding traumatized from the events that just unfolded.

"slime day over. (´∀｀；)" you agree.

a/n :: i had sooo much fun writing this!! i got the idea for the prompt from this pin, and it was originally gonna be just ino but...i was like nahh lets do all of them!! lmk if you wanna see this same prompt but with more characters cause i'd be so down to write more

[kiidwritings]

🐾 weird quirks cat hybrid! 141 + könig do

word count; 4744. tags/warnings; cat!hybrid 141. maybe ooc. KONIG IS NOT PART OF 141 but he is here for funsies lol. konig is fat both in human form and cat i dont make the rules. failed attempts at writing a scottish accent sorry 😿. no beta read. possible grammatical errors. lmk if anything else!

a/n: (rewriting this cuz tumblr is a bitch, dont tell me "draft saved!" when it clearly fucking didn't) anyways I LOVE HYBRID AUS I WISH I WAS PART ANIMAL RAAAHHH!! i forgot when i started this but it was definitely way after i discovered hallohello's cat cafe au on ao3. i see a lot of silly cat tiktoks on my fyp, so each character (except price, sorry peepaw ;-;) has a video linked) i did extensive research (not rlly lol) into what type of cat they'd all be cuz im insane and love cats meow :3 edit 12/24/24: holy fuck uhh hi. school started when i was like 70% finished the art for this and so im just now posting it here. im no longer fixated on cod so this'll probably be my last cod writing ough. plz enjoy anyways

pawprint divider by @/saradika-graphics. banner art by me! inspired by @/i-am-hungry-24-7 's cod cat cafe au

pairing(s): poly! cat hybrid! 141 + konig x gn!reader, platonic cat!hybrid price + reader

READ ON AO3!!

Price

If they were wolves, Price’d be the alpha no doubt

He’s the dominate male of 141 (duh, he’s the captain), not only keeping the boys in line, but also you

Just like an actual father, he gives you disappointed looks in both human and cat form when you do something even slightly against his wishes

Woke up late for work? Disappointed sigh

Fell for Soap’s pleads for more treats? A disappointed glance

He’s favorite way of spending time with you outside of going out to eat or maybe a shopping trip together was by sitting with you whenever you do work. Whether it's on your lap (which actually helps with your posture), behind your laptop, or even the majority of the time, watching the screen as you type away at some document.

Its both a blessing and a curse because he keeps you focused…even when you just wanna scroll on your phone for five minutes, he’s putting a paw on ur hand and giving you that disappointed cat dad look

You had a backload of documents and work related to the cafe that you’d been putting off but the guilt was eating away at you like a child quickly makes do with a candy bar, so instead of snuggling with Soap and Gaz on the couch to binge watch a show that took you forever to finally start up, you were sat at your desk, fingers flying across your keyboard as you inputted this month’s numbers into an excel sheet. Price, layed with his chin against his chest next to you, his ginormous and fluffy body splayed out upon the darkened wood and some extra papers you’d have to shimmy out from under him later. (Being that big made it hard to fit into places thinner cats usually could.)

You had been working for sometime now, making sure to stretch and take water breaks in between…but, all the numbers and math on your laptop screen were blurring in your head and your eyes were straining! You needed more than 5 minutes away from your screen.

With a groan, you crack your joints and lean back against the cushions of your chair. Price’s ear swiveled in your direction and he cracked an eye open. His bushy tail flicked and he left out a yawn, showing off his great fangs before shuffling around more comfortably, slowly morphing into a loaf.

You smiled and gave him a scratch behind the ear, which was met with a low rumble of purring and a tilt of his head. With your other hand, you grabbed your phone (which had been on do not disturb) and read through any notifications you got within the last three hours.

You took your hand away from Price and began to reply back to a text. He fully opened his eyes and glanced over at you. With your phone in hand, you were now hunched a bit using your elbows to keep you propped up on the desk.

Price let out a small sigh and stretched himself, back arching upwards.

Your text message conversation was obstructed by a large brown paw placing itself on your screen. You looked up and Price was staring at you with his brown eyes, pupils expanding and his ears swerving to the sides. He lets out a crunchy meow, a warning.

“What? I’ve been working for like three hours straight, don’t I deserve an actual break?” You huffed. His paw stayed and he squinted his eyes at you, before giving a slow blink. You slowly blinked back.

You knew he was just being the father figure that he was, watching out for the ones he loves, but you wanted to doomscroll dammit!...just as a little treat.

Price finally removed his paw before jumping down from the desk (his tail brushing against your nose and causing you to sputter). He looked back at you as you stared from your desk chair. You knew what that meant- he wanted you to follow him. With a sigh and a small smile, you got up from your chair, feeling how heavy your limbs got from sitting still for all that time. 

With a pleased mreow, he led you into the living room before stretching himself up to the twine pole on the cat tree. Ah, he wanted you to stretch too!

Remembering some warmups from your Sunday yoga class, you felt your joints pop and muscles strain as you stretched your achy body.

Once satisfied, he jumps atop the couch and slow-blinks at you again. You join him, lying down and staring up at him. He continues to purr as he lets his tail slump down and brush against your nose again, causing you to erupt with giggles.

Soap

Out of all five cats, Soap had to be the most chaotic one.

Whether it was failing to jump from one perch to another and pouting about it, getting bopped in the head by Ghost, or his meows that lasted so long you’d wonder how strong his little kitty lungs were, he was definitely the one who got the most attention for his silly antics at the cafe

He was like this even in his human form, he’s following you around the apartment, chatting away or always keeping a hand on your figure (it was no doubt his love language was physical affection, you had so many pictures of him all snuggled up with the others)

Whenever you found something that triggered a silly response, you would milk it till it became a new normal 

But one thing that’ll never get old is his reaction to butt scratches... 

When the weather was bad, the cafe was usually pretty quiet. Few customers came in and the cats were rather calm. Price took his usual spot upon the highest wall perch, Gaz was grooming himself and purring at people’s feet, Ghost was helping in the back, König would occasionally stick his head out from his little hiding box, and Soap was unusually sleepy. He’d let himself get fonded over, meow a bit, try and rile up the other, but he mostly lounged around. You could see in his little cat face that something was up. 

He slacked a bit when it came to helping clean up after closing and upon returning to the apartment, flopped down on your bed. With his face fully engulfed in the pillow, he seemed dead to the world. Kyle made a teasing remark which was only met with an exaggerated groan and a sad flick of his tail.

Everyone else had gone to do their own things; Price went home, Kyle and Ghost were on the couch watching TV with König (still in his cat form) lounging on the latter’s lap, purring up a storm.

“You haven’t been yourself today, Johnny. What’s wrong?” You ask, slipping into some lightweight sweatpants and sitting next to his figure on the bed. His cat ears flick up and towards you and he let out another groan and turned his head towards you. Johnny’s got that look on his face, it's different from his pleading pouts- which never falls you make you fold for him. 

No, this look is exhaustion, like he’s been drained of all his usual boyish enthusiasm. Like he can’t find a reason to get out of bed. There’s no usual purr resounding from his chest or a mischievous glint in his eyes, in fact, they looked clouded with depression like the sky outside, focused on nothing in particular.

Your heart ached from him. Seasonal depression was a bitch. When the seasons shifted and the clouds lingered in the sky more than you would like, it made the world seem less enjoyable. Constant rain made you want to sit in bed all day and binge eat and when the snow fell from the sky like flour through a sifter, you couldn’t even bring yourself to open the blinds, knowing the sight of the powdery white clinging to buildings would send your mind spiraling.

Not only that, but the dreary weather caused his knee to act up, like the joints were stuck together no matter what stretches he did.

You climbed into bed behind Johnny and wrapped your limbs around him, giving him a squeeze. His tail snaked around your leg and you felt his body relax. The added warmth was what you and Johnny needed to fend off the mysterious draft flowing through the flat.

His ear twitches as your breath fanned over it, “Why don’t you shift and we can snuggle, hmm suds?” You whisper to him and give him a soft smile.

He mumbles something at the nickname but compiles, slipping off his clothes and shifting into a brown Scottish fold, his blue eyes still shining. Johnny plops himself on your chest and makes some soft biscuits, his purr rattling your chest. He looks so much more relaxed now- he was your living weighted doll.

Johnny begins to settle down enough to doze off while you scroll on your phone. You scratch behind his ear a little and he tilts his head at maximum relaxation. Your hand slowly moved down his body- you went from his chin, to his back, poking his tummy a bit, then to the base of his tail. It twitches, swishing a bit against your hand but when you start scratching, Johnny’s butt lifts and his eyes crack open.

You giggled at his enjoyment of simple butt scratches, but this was the beginning. You shape your hand into a claw and scratch a bit more intensely. His purring increases and he lifts his head in pleasure, arching his back. Johnny let out a long meow followed by what can only be described as ‘wah wah wah wah wah’.

Nevermind the fact that his claws were digging into your chest, you both were enjoying the moment. His tail was practically wagging and he looked blissed out from butt scratches. Unable to control yourself, you burst into laughter and stopped scratching. His body went back to its relaxed state and he stared at you, his little blue eyes wide.

Johnny turned away with the best equivalent to a pout a cat could give. “Feel good, suds?” You asked through a laugh and all he responded back with was a ‘mrow’ of embarrassment.

Kyle

Kyle was the certified pretty boy, both in the group and according to the cafe’s customers

Every video or picture with him on the cafe’s socials gets a shit ton of likes

(you most popular post is gaz licking soap’s head while soap licks ghost’s head, who seem rather calm with everything and König watching from the side, wanting to join in)

He’d sit and flaunt himself in little cat outfits, or meow sweetly at the customers who couldn’t help and coddle him, like mind control, and even using that boyish charm on you and the others (he’s been found snuggled up to Ghost on more than one occasion, the pair’s tail tangled together and occasionally chirping at each other)

Kyle enjoyed watching you cook both as a human or cat. he was also one of the only ones who could be trusted up there; Soap and König stole food, Ghost couldn’t care less and when he did, he would knock things over (and although Price doesn’t live with you all, he got a bit sneezy around all the spices and seasonings)

Tonight’s dinner was chicken parmesan and spaghetti, so after Kyle helped with a bit of prep (being the gentleman he is), he shifted and hopped onto his little spot on the counter

After breading the chicken breasts, you popped the first patch into the air fryer. You set a big pot upon the stove, turning the flame to medium and drizzling some oil into it. Kyle sat loafed, observing you move around the kitchen, gathering ingredients, keeping an eye on the chicken, as well as having to shoo some mischievous kitties out the kitchen.

Once the water begins to bubble, causing Kyle’s ears to swivel in its direction, you slide the noodles into the water. You stir them around before opening up the air fryer. Steam poured out along with a wave of heat and the delicious smell of chicken.

“Oh man, I can’t remember the last time I had chicken parm.” If you were in a cartoon, you’d be comically salivating at the sight of the crispening chicken. Kyle seemed just as interested because he stretched his neck out a bit and you could see his little pink nose wiggling.

You started flipping each piece over, allowing for equal crisp on both sides, when you held up a smaller piece. “Want a sniff, pretty boy? I can trust you not to snatch this away from me.” You cooed at him, lowering the chicken to his nose. He instantly began to sniff, his tail swishing a bit. His pupils expanded and his mouth became ajar, and he started huffing like his nose was clogged or something.

You snorted as he turned away, mouth still agape and his eyes wide. Was this some weird cat quirk? None of the others did this and Kyle has had chicken before, but damn if this wasn’t cute!

He could get away with almost anything if he flashed his big brown eyes at you. (When he scratched your hand up after König tipped over the catnip jar, he just rubbed his little kitty face against your bandages and gave you a small meow. Or when he’d eaten the last brownies you were looking forward to after a long and hard day, he kissed along your neck and face before whispering sweetened apologies in your ear.)

“Smell yummy, hmm, Kyle? Never seen you do this before.” You giggled as he licked his lips and closed his mouth. He meowed back before stretching his front limbs, going into Sphinx-pose.

After a couple moments, you move onto the pasta, taking a noodle out and blowing before nibbling on it. ‘Needs more time…’ you thought as you looked over at Kyle, who’s eyes were closed and his tail flicked momentarily. You smirk as you grab another noodle and shimmy over to him. His ears swivel towards you and he cracks one eye open. 

“Give this a smell?” You asked as you held the noodle in front of him. Like clockwork, his mouth parted as he huffed and sniffled at the semi limb pasta.

You laughed as he even squinted his eyes, as if in deep concentration over the smell of this bland noodle.

And just like a cat, he reacted faster than you, jumping back at Johnny jumped on the counter and snatched the noodle out from between you two fingers, skidding out the kitchen and under the cat tree.

“NO! Dammit Johnny! You’re so greedy!” You fumed as you went to scold him. Gaz’s eyes closed in satisfaction and he went back to lounging.

Ghost

You’re still finding out things about simon

Not that there isn’t some level of trust between you two, but he’s just an enigma to everyone

It took him almost 6 months for him to finally agree to sit in at the cafe as a cat and not just help in the back

Unlike most black cats online, he doesn’t really have any of those quirks

Sure he likes to knock things over, bat at the other’s (mainly soap and König) when he was annoyed, and hit your legs whenever you walk by, but those were normal cat things

He spent more time in his human form (unless he needed his alone time, then he snuggled himself into his cat cubby), so when he was shifted, you enjoyed spending as much time observing him like he was his more bigger counterpart- the black panther

Simon was overall a pretty normal cat

You’d learnt all his favorite scratching spots, his favorite football (im so american RAAAAGHHH) team, his designated spot on the bed, and exactly how he enjoyed his tea

He was never really as vocal as a human or cat. If he wanted something, he’d either stare you down or bat at you. If someone was annoying him, he had a hardy hiss that got anyone backing off (he’s only ever growled at price, having too much respect for the man)

When out, Simon was protective; walking on the outer part of the sidewalk, opening doors for you, making sure you were always walking in front of him, even when snuggling he’d hiss at the others so you two can be alone 

Who said Simon Riley wasn’t a softie under all that eye-black and classic skull balaclava?

Spring was finally here, long gone the days of constant clouds hanging over the city and random cold fronts. The city planters had bedded tulips around the neighborhood flower beds, people were out and about during the weeks, outside tables at diners and cafes finally being occupied, and the sun warming up your apartment and your heart.

The cafe was busy today, groups enjoying pastries and drinks while the cats ran around.

Gaz and Soap were playing around, slipping under tables and playing with the customers. König even let a few people pet him (which caused him to chirp and get even more pets). Price was helping in the back (people always complimented the drinks when he made them, so you let him handle those to help boost his ego), and Ghost sat on a high perch attached to the window, too high for anyone ton reach him, but in a good spot to catch some of the breeze that came through the screen door.

You came over to check on him and all he did was swish his tail and slow blink at you. You could hear people coo at his bright pink beans as he stretches before rolling back over. It was nice to see Simon out and about during busy hours, he’d usually hide away from everyone, including Soap and König who loved his personal space. (Out of the two, Soap has gotten the most bats to the head while König has been nipped twice.)

You’re chatting with some customers, Gaz sits proudly in the lap of one of them when there’s a clattering outside and you see someone passing by has knocked over the black board outside. You roll your eyes a bit, excusing yourself and exiting the cafe to pick it up back.

“Some people…jeez.” You grumble as you straighten it back up. As you're crouched down, a shadow casts above you and when you look up, there’s a brunet giving you an apologetic smile. His hair is sleek and he’s wearing a cool gray office suit. 

“Ah, sorry about that, sweets.” The unnecessary pet name has your nose wrinkling, but you keep your displeasure masked. 

“It’s ok, nothing’s broken.” You say as you brush off your knees and straighten up. He’s average height and build, nothing to gawk over but not bad looking. He’s got a glint in his eye and before you can turn away, he’s opening his mouth. 

“I pass here everyday and I’ve seen you hustling around, like a cute little maid. You own this place, eh?” The more he talks, the more you get the urge to spit at his feet- those obnoxiously shiny loafers. You just grit your teeth and force a polite smile.

“Mhmm, yup. I’ve got some order to make so I’ll be-.” 

“I never liked cats, too hairy and mean, but I’d come here for you.~ You should be the main face of this cafe instead of those...pets, sales would be booming if you just flashed a pretty little smile.” He flashes his pearly whites and you suddenly feel exposed under his sultry gaze. 

“I, uhh, appreciate it but I have to go-.” He takes a step towards you, his hand ready to grasp onto your arm when there’s a clunk against the window behind you. 

Ghost, with big eyes and his body fluffed up like a sea urchin stood on his hind legs, body pressing against the glass like if he tried hard enough, he could phase through and slice the bastard's face into flesh ribbons. His claws scratch at the glass and he lets out a hiss that sounds loud even through the window. Customers and the other cats look over at the scene and the office man wrinkles his nose. Ghost keeps hissing and presses himself more into the glass, definitely leaving marks where his nose and paws were pressing.

In human form, you were blessed if you never at the receiving end of Ghost's intimidation, but as a cat, seeing him before a black puff ball of rage was certainly cute.

“You keep feral cats in your cafe?!” The man asks, disgusted by Ghost's actions of pure rage. You’ve never seen Ghost get so aggressive, but in this moment, you’re thankful.

“Yep, so maybe it’s best you don’t stop by!” You huff at him and turn curtly back into the cafe, ignoring his grumbles and curses at Ghost as he continues to stare down the sleazeball. 

Even after the man has gone down the street, Ghost is still seething. He stills alert in his window perch and watches the people go by. Some stop to coo at him through the glass despite his deadly glare so he goes to his hiding spot to brood. 

Once the last group leaves and everyone shifts back to help clean up, Ghost peeks his little head out. You squat down and give him a smile. He just glares.

“Thank you, Si. I appreciate the backup.” You boop his nose and he growls before batting at your hand. You just laugh and coo at him more. 

“Seems like you have a little katze bodyguard.” König teases as he wipes down some tables. Ghost hisses and slinks out of hiding, making his way to the back area to get dressed and wash dishes.

König

being raised in a poor household with just his mutter and oma, he struggled but was also spoiled, wanting to be given the best life they could provide for him

His mom would sometimes not eat just to provide her growing boy a full meal

And man did he grow…

At age 13, Anton was 5’11 and 145 lbs. And according to his doctor, he wasn’t done growing yet!

He was outcasted by his peers, bullied and teased for how his second hand clothes never truly fit over his stomach or how his shoes were slowly falling apart

Over his years of being in the military, a balanced diet, and an intense workout routine, some of that fat turned to muscle but his body was still plump

His stomach hadn’t formed any abs, his thighs spread when he sat, and his arms if not flexed jiggled

He’d gotten better with his body issues, and with the help of loving partners and therapy he didn’t scowl looking in the mirror

He’d still grow flustered when you’d playfully pat his stomach or when soap’d tease about getting him into something more revealing to show off his fat ass, his creamy white skin blooming a bright red which ensued even more teasing

Add onto being a maine coon hybrid, his cat form was also a bit chubby under all that fur

When he ran, his pouch swung side to side and he had trouble fitting into smaller perches kitties like soap and gaz lounged on with ease

Each of the cats had a specific level of the cat tree dedicated to them. König’s favorite spot was a little perch in the center of the cat tree that had a small hole in the middle. It was meant for cats to stick their heads through and play with each other, but with his large physique, he took over that whole platform

Sundays were usually when you tried to get everything done before the work week started back up again. Groceries were dwindling and Price wasn’t gonna let you eat take out anymore (you’d accidently let slip on the phone that you got the same delivery drive twice in a row and he pressured the rest out of you).

Kyle had just ventured to the bedroom to receive some clothes, wanting to spend some time with his Captain and his partner, Simon and Johnny opted to stay home, and König…you actually hadn’t heard from him in a while.

Pulling a shirt over your head, you headed into the living room. The TV was playing a rerun while Johnny splayed his legs over Simon’s, who didn’t seem bothered. Entering the living room, you pass by the couch and to the cat tree, where a big mass of dusty orange fur sat, front legs dangling off the edge.

You poke his back, and the skin jumps as he lets out a ‘merr!’ and lifts his head. König yawns, sticking his pink tongue out and you boop the tip. He snaps his mouth shut and gives another chirp. His long ear flicks and he licks his lips as you speak.

“You thinking about joining us, we’re heading to the store. We might need your muscles carrying the bags, big boy.” You stroke his back and you feel him arch up a bit.

König seems to be thinking in his little kitty mind before laying his head back down with a small and dainty, “Maow!” 

You giggle, he’s always had a high pitched voice. He was another silent kitty next to Ghost, only using his meow at home or occasional chirps in the public eye of cafe customers. (This didn’t stop them from cooing at his squeaky voice and he’d grow embarrassed.)

“D’aww, ok. You can stay home with the lovebirds, König.” You scratch his back some more, before you see a mound hanging down from the platform’s underside.

“Oh? What’s this?” You tease as you squat down. You knew what it was, you were just feeling a bit cheeky today. König chirped and his tail swished and he watched you gaze at his belly.

It was round and a nice cream color compared to the rest of his fur. It was also weirdly the softest part of him. You grinned as you poked it, running your hands along it like feeling a baby bump. König chirped again, it sounded like a whine, but that didn’t stop you.

“So chubby, no wonder even Ghost has trouble picking you up. At least we know you’re eating well! I like my partners' big boned and my cats chonky.” You jiggled and played with his stomach more before König let out a meow of annoyance, but it was too cute for you to take offense to!

You straightened back up to give him some deserved chin scratches for putting up with your antics. But with a huff, König stood up and turns away, making sure to smack your face with his tail before jumping down and off to the bedroom, pouch swaying as he trotted off. (You heard Kyle give a kiss to the gentle giant and offer him the same deal, to which he agreed to! So cheeky!)

“Ya’ gotta quit bullyin’ the lad! No wonder he ‘as a new favorite!” Johnny says as his eyes were now on you, but his gaze focused elsewhere but your eyes. You stammered to defend yourself. König truly didn’t mind, you’d talk about it before but you always kept it to light teasing and never any insults. He’d tease you back, despite how reserved he was, his hooked nose would scrunch when he made a remark that had you gawking and pouting at him. 

“I-I wasn’t bullying König! Also you saw his stomach, it’s like this when he walks!” You mimic the motion by making a side to side motion with your hands, feeling flushed now having been called out.

Johnny just smirked as Simon spoke up, “Unless you plan on shopping in your knickers, I’d suggest you finish dressing.”

As if on queue, a breeze ruffled the satin curtains and tickled your bare legs, skin erupting with goosebumps. You blush harder and stomp past the couch, not without receiving a swat on the butt from Johnny, who can only laugh as you swear back at him.

(With each trip that issued carrying groceries, you were left struggling, hands burning from the strain, while König chivalrously took bags from Kyle's hands, them both throwing you smug smirks.)

[write-here-n-now]

No Help

C.(S). Lee Know x Reader (AFAB) | WC. 635 | G. FLUFF | Pt.1/2

One of the things you loved about Minho was how he was self-sufficient and capable. You’ve dealt with men who wanted you to act like their mother once the relationship got a bit too comfortable and men who couldn’t be trusted alone tending to a stove much less near fire. Minho, however, not only was able to do chores without being asked but insisted on doing them so you didn’t have to shoulder that burden alone. 

One thing you did not always like was his persistence. He was cute, he knew that you knew that and it was also a factor in you giving in 9/10 times to his requests. 

He liked to camp, you? Watched way too many movies about people dying in the forest. 

“Babe lets go camping!”

“No”

“Come on it’ll be fun”

“No”

This is usually how it started. He would have a bright idea and would come shuffling over to you. It was like an automatic response now where whenever you were having time to yourself and your partner just popped up out of nowhere he had some sort of idea that you would likely say no to.

His cuteness, persuasion and of course, love of adventure were the reasons you often found yourself in interesting parts of the city trying a new DIY class or a hidden little dessert spot.

This side of him was reserved only for you, eyes round, bottom lip jutted out into a tiny pout. You try to look away but he grabs your chin, gently turning your head back to him, batting his eyes with the prettiest smile and a “please”. Damn him and his adorable smile, you could only hold back for so long.

“…ugh Fine”

You weren’t that opposed to camping, as the camping Minho was suggesting was not at all the cursed camping trips of your hometown in the West, there was comfort and luxury to camping not building a tent and constantly spraying yourself with bug repellent.

There was an option to do glamping rather than camping and you would prefer it over being in a flimsy tent in the forest any day.

You had only been once together, back when your relationship was new and it was exciting to try new things on your dates. 

You sit up straight, turning towards him, mustering your most serious “business” face.

“I’ll go…but only if you agree to my conditions.” Your eyes bore into him, challenging him, in the mood to mess with him a bit. 

He cocks an eyebrow, intrigued by your proposition.

You lift up your fist, to start listing off your demands.

“ONE” you point to him with your free hand. “YOU have to drive all the way there.”

“...ok..” His eyes narrowed at you, confused a bit as the request was one he usually fulfilled anyway, driving the two of you around all the time. 

“Next, I will not be doing ANY sort of set up, not of the tent, not of the food and also not packing or unloading the equipment.” 

He was amused now, crossing his arms, smirking at the fact that you essentially would only go if you were devoid of any sort of tasks. 

“Ok, fine, I’ll do that too”

“Finally, you have to buy everything and cook our meals,” you finish with the third condition, staring at him waiting for any sort of sign that he no longer wanted to go because of your demands.

He playfully rolls his eyes, but like the previous conditions, he agrees.

“Ok to all of that, now will you agree to come?”

“....yes…”

“YES! I’ll start planning.” Pressing a kiss to your cheek, he whisks himself away to presumably begin preparing for your trip.

“...Wait, when do we have to go?” You yell out after him.

[random-husky]

I present: Mabel Pines <3

So I finally started watching Gravity Falls for the first time ever and I absolutely adore all the characters! Idk why I didn’t watch this show before but it has become my new favorite thing lol

Anyway, I tried something new with the lineart and tried my best to actually make her look her age but I don’t have much experience drawing child characters lol

Also lately I’ve also trying to just draw when I’m up for it and not force myself to finish a piece as soon as possible. It’s helping with avoiding burn out, but that also means I probably won’t post as often 🤷‍♀️

But enough rambling hope you guys have a wonderful rest of your day/night and happy holidays!! <33

[seokminfilm]

still life | lee seokmin

🪄 pairing, lee seokmin x reader

🪄 warning, non-idol au, artist!reader, boyfriend seokmin, marshmallow fluff, little to no plot, lots of kissing and touching, physical intimacy, seokmin calls reader baby & sweetheart, reader calls seokmin baby, slightly suggestive, blonde hair dokyeom, he is a flat out tease, seokmin soft hours

🪄 summary, you're in your own little world, sketching the man of your dreams (who's also very much real, in your own bedroom, and craving your attention).

🪄 author's note, this is going to be so self-indulgent so i'm sorry in advance. ALSO seokmin in that picture???? ummmmmm i'm going insane i fear...anyways enjoy seokmin being a massive flirt!!

🪄 now playing, pain, pinkpantheress

🪄 word count, 810 | for @kstrucknet

"What are you sketching?" Seokmin's voice is warm as he comes up behind you, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you look up at him quickly, shielding your notebook shyly as you huff. "It's not finished just yet, baby."

You had been working at the sketch page for a whole hour now, and Seokmin was starting to get needy─you hadn't said much to him the whole time, and as much as he loved seeing his artist practicing her talent, he wanted you to practice him too. Practice with him.

"I still want to see," His breath brushes over your ear as he presses a kiss behind it, and your face flames with his ministrations, sighing as you open it slowly, watching your boyfriend's dark eyes scan the tan paper.

It may look like a random man to most, but you knew it was your boyfriend. You had tried to capture his likeness even from behind, sketching the muscles in his back and folds of his ear as best you could. You had everything committed to memory, and you had spent almost ten minutes sketching his profile from behind.

Seokmin was beautiful, and you wanted to do your absolute best to capture him on paper. You had erased his pretty nose too many times for you to count until you finally got it right, and you put every amount of love and care into each hair strand you drew.

"That's beautiful, sweetheart. I love it," Seokmin's voice is warm like syrup as he kisses the nape of your neck, hand lovingly caressing your side. It tickles, and you laugh, biting back a sigh as he kisses the same sensitive spot again and again.

"Seokmin, what are you doing?" You ask softly, brain already fogging up from the amount of love he's giving you. He smiles proudly, lips curling away to reveal pretty teeth as he chuckles at you.

"Kissing you." He says like it's the most simplest thing in the world, and it is─only instead of kissing you, he's ruining your workflow and a lot of other things.

"You're not kissing me, Seokmin. I know the differences between all your kisses." You say, and Seokmin smiles, eyes locking with yours.

"You know the differences?" Seokmin's voice has a playful challenge behind it, and he leans on the countertop, hand covering part of his face as just his half-lidded eyes show, looking up at you as a peak of his blonde hair shows from under his red hoodie.

"Y-yes." You pause, nervous and now incredibly excited with how Seokmin's staring at you.

"You have the soft, 'I love you kisses', the quick, 'Goodbye' kisses, the longing 'Please don't go' kisses, the quick 'Thank you' and the teasing 'You're such a goofball' kisses." You rush through the kisses quickly, causing Seokmin to chuckle at you.

"These ones─" You say, fingertips brushing over the sensitive spot on the back of your neck as you look away from him. "These ones are the 'I want you' kisses. And not the sweet, wholesome 'I want you' ones."

Seokmin stands up straight again, teasing his full height as he looks to you. Your face is flushed from the implications of your former sentence, and Seokmin knows you're thinking about what he's thinking about.

"The other 'I want you' kisses." You add after a moment of silence, and Seokmin presses another one of those 'I want you' kisses to your lips, confirming your observation.

"My sweetheart is such a smart cookie," Seokmin's voice is low, chocolate eyes sweet as he searches yours.

You sigh in defeat, letting Seokmin turn you around on the stool and put his hands on your hips. His lips connect with yours again, and you hum against his mouth, too lazy to try to put up a fight or argument as to why you didn't want this.

"You're not stopping me," Seokmin's voice is a whisper, teasing your lips as he's just centimeters away from kissing you again. You sigh at him, hearing his soft giggle at your surrender as you shrug.

"I'm not." You reassure him, and he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, fingers feather-light under your jaw as he tilts it up to look at him.

"I love you." His voice was quiet, so soft you almost didn't hear it, but it made your heart flutter just the same. His hair was soft in your hands as you grabbed at it weakly, letting him kiss you again as you felt your body move in time with his. When you opened your eyes again, Seokmin was looking at you, eyelashes long and curling against his cheeks.

"And I love you." You reply softly, kissed into defeat as Seokmin's lips curve into the prettiest smile you've ever seen.

A smile you couldn't even try to replicate in your still-life sketches.

[superkooku]

Have you listened/watched epic? And if you have what’s your thoughts?

Personally I think it’s a good thing to show to a friend new to Greek mythology. I just finished watching the last saga and I have to say I loved it, beautiful. Sad it ended tho :(

It might not be very accurate but I love the hardwork the cast put into it and so I love it very much

My thoughts on Epic the musical

So yes, I know about Epic. I even participated in the secret santa thing and am what we may call 'a winion'.

I just finished watching the livestream too ! I especially loved seeing the cast members were reacting to the sagas (Luke Holt was so funny in this 🤣. Also, Jorge carrying Mico like a baby in 'Just a man' and Mason being extra the whole time... so many gems in that livestream)

Since Epic is finished AND I have animatics of the Ithaca saga, I'll use this opportunity to make a more in-depth review of the musical. Instead of separating it in "good" or "bad", I'm reviewing it criteria per criteria.

The cast

Like I previously said, I LOVE the cast chemistry. They're all so fun and lively. I follow some of them separately, like Janani or Troy Doherty, and they're just delightful. Especially Troy as Hermes, he always manages to make me laugh. Every single time 😂.

Also, he gives me a bit of Mettaton vibes since he's extravagant, always over the top and a bit self-absorbed (the Hermes persona, I mean, not Troy Doherty himself). Maybe that's why I like him so much :3

And of course, there's Jorge, mr. Jalapeño, the man with the plan. I love how both passionate and humble he is, how he takes the time to thank everyone and just how much of a bundle of positive energy he is. I know it's an internet persona, but what I can see from him is some hopefully really nice guy in real life too.

Anyways, awesome cast chemistry, everyone made me laugh and they're all having a good time.

The music

This music is so beautiful 🥰. All the motifs, the emotions, the instruments, the voices ! If I had to rate Epic from the music alone, it would be 5 stars. I'm not saying this in a professional angle or anything, it's my personal feeling.

Seriously, I don't really have that much to say about the music because, to me, it's just that good. I love the variety, how different instruments synch themselves and, yeah.

The characters

Annnnd that's where the blind positive praise stops, unfortunately 😂.

Don't get me wrong, it's not awful either and there are good points. My favorite Epic characters are Hermes and Athena.

The rest ? It's mixed. In order not to make this too long, I'll focus on only some of them.

The story is very character-driven so I won't really delve into it in detail.

Odysseus : he's a good protagonist, especially in the first act. His dilemma is interesting, he has a strong personality and I like that he is just a broken man and not some mighty overlord... except in the Thunder and Vengeance sagas. I feel Jorge exaggerated the monster message a bit too much, imo. Odysseus is supposed to be a witty liar, a warrior of the mind. Not someone like Achilles who solves problems by fighting or fights gods like Heracles, much less freaking Poseidon.

Poseidon : okay ! I liked him in the first act, because FINALLY Poseidon isn't a surfer dude. He's a terrifying force of nature that was angered by mortal hubris (though the hubris thing isn't explained by Epic). In Get in the water, he kept his intimidating side. Because he's, yk, the king of the oceans, one of the most powerful Olympian gods. But his defeat partially ruined him for me 😂. It just doesn't make sense. Why is Odysseus afraid of Scylla and even tip-toes around Hermes, who is friendly, when he can stabby-stab Poseidon ? Why didn't Poseidon counterattack? So many questions.

Zeus : my problem with Zeus is easier to explain. Again, he was awesome in the first act, less so in the second. What I loved initially is how regal he was. Powerful, intimidating, kingly, but not evil either. He warns Odysseus of the gods' will and of fate, which always realizes itself in mythology. In Thunder Bringer, he's fine. His lustful and flighty side is shown, but we could interpret his intervention as avenging Helios and punishing the ones who ate the cows, instead of "Zeus is evil". But in God Games ? He's so pettyyyyy and childish. Where is the kingly attitude ? This "Beast Zeus" should come against Kronos or Typhon, or maybe when Athena and the others threatened his position. Not after a freaking game ! He just strikes Athena with thunder because she won fair and square. At LEAST Luke Holt absolutely killed it, so it's cool to listen to.

Penelope : she's underdeveloped :( . Okay, her bond with Odysseus was respected, they're adorable together. On her own ? Eh, she's fine. Which is a shame because she simply didn't have enough room to exist outside of Odysseus. Also, the fact that she doesn't interact once with her son is criminal imo.

I do have some other issues with characters like Circe and Calypso (basically they're declawed compared to the Odyssey), whereas I'm completely fine with others like Eurylochus, Telemachus or every god except Zeus and Poseidon. Though they're not perfectly accurate either but I don't have problems with them.

The crew in general is also underdeveloped, so I didn't feel much for them (until discovering the scrapped Elpenor and Perimedes songs/lh). They played their roles correctly.

I hated the suitors (that's a positive in Epic) and laughed when Antinous died. Though I wished they were more pathetic and less threatening. Musically it'd be worse but story-wise more fitting.

The story

Overall, it's fine. Most of the best points come from the Odyssey itself, the one change I liked the most was having Odysseus and Poseidon meet (not the way it ended though).

Also, story-wise, I prefer act 1 over act 2, because it's less over the place and more grounded.

But emotion-wise and music-wise, forgetting about the Odyssey, act 2 wins the cake.

Those were my thoughts on Epic :3

I tried not to judge it too much according to the Odyssey and some of my friends are more demanding on that plan (for perfectly legitimate reasons btw). But it's hard to separate Epic from the wonderful work of Homer and it's lacking in some areas.

Still, this journey was very fun, I love all the passion Jorge, the singers and the animatic artists put in, there are a lot of good things about it (I can't mention everything). I don't want to rate it because it's too rigid of a system. I listen to the songs on loop and, ultimately, I'm thankful Epic exists :)

I may come back to this post and reblog stuff if I have new relevant thoughts to add. I'll probably rank the sagas in another post.

[minnielvr]

PROD. KITKAT - CHAPTER 5 : "workaholic"

you didn't really think you would have to stay that late when bang chan texted you and said you guys might've had to stay late. turns out you thought wrong! it was currently 2 am and you were on your third cup of coffee. you usually had no problem staying up late, that was, when you were watching a movie or show. now that you were staying up doing actual work, you were getting tired real quick.

"y/n? you there?" chan waves his hand in front of your face.

"hmm?? oh, yea. 'm here" you mumble while sitting up straight.

"sorry for making you stay late, you can leave if you want. we don't have that much left anyway. we can finish tomorrow." he says while rubbing his neck in guilt.

"nah, its fine." you say as you crack your knuckles and neck, "lets just lock in now so we don't have to do anymore work tomorrow." you quickly regain focus on the track you were working on.

bang chan sighs, "if you say so."

you guys work for about another hour or so before you finished the last track for the album. it was hyunjin's solo song. you guys had edited and mixed the lyrics in. you were planning to just do a final review tomorrow.

"finally done!!" you say with a sarcastic smile and shut your laptop. you look over to chan who doesn't look tired one bit. "wanna get going?" you ask him.

"ahh no you go ahead, i'll just do a little more work." he said.

"uh, you do know it's like," you pause and check your watch, "3:15 am?"

"no really y/n it's okay, im used to staying up." he turned his head toward you and gave you a small smile. "you get going, i know your live a little far from here."

you decided not to push him anymore, you weren't that close with him to advise him what to do and you certainly didn't want to try. you just wanted to go sleep. so you said your goodbyes and left.

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[theyhavetakenovermylife]

I’m a firm believer that mayhem shouldn’t be clawing at Raph’s face like that in the series, that big teddy bear in red did NOTHING wrong! 

So what if Raph’s s/o has a pet and the cat just loves him?? Like Raph meets his partners cat for the first time and the cat is just like “New friend?? Big tall friend?? New big tall friend!! :D” 

Cat Knows Best (Fluff)

Rise!Raphael x reader

A/N: I’m pretty sure that you are talking about ROTTMNT, as I don’t remember any character or being called Mayhem going wild on Raph’s face, other than in Rise. Anyway, here is a little short and cute one for you. I myself am a big cat lover, so I find this idea adorable. As said before, it’s not very long, but I still hope you’ll enjoy❤️

(C/N) = Cat’s name.

Warnings: None❤️

“Are you sure they’re going to like me?”, Raph asked you, growing ever more nervous as you looked for the key to your front door.

“You sound like you’re about to meet my parents”, you chuckle, finally finish your keys out from the pocket of your jacket, before putting the designated key into the lock. “It’s just my cat, Raph”.

“I know but…”, Raph said, shifting his weight from one foot to another, your large boyfriend nervously playing with his fingers. “You know about the time with Mayhem”.

Of course you knew about what had happened with Mayhem. You had been there, watching how April’s pet had clawed up your boyfriend’s face. How could you forget? You were the one that sat with Raph and cleaned his cuts, making sure he was comfortable.

“I remember what happened with Mayhem, but Raph, (C/N) is not like Mayhem. They’re a cat. Mayhem is… whatever Mayhem is. (C/N) isn’t going to attack you like that”, you told your boyfriend, before pushing the door to your apartment open.

“But what if (C/N) won’t like me”, Raph said, following you into your entrance hall, where you took off your shoes and jackets. “Maybe animals just don't find me very likeable”.

“Raph”, you said with a hand on the door handle to your living room. “This is not to be mean, but you are part animal. So are your brothers and your father, and last time I checked, they seemed to find you very likeable”.

“I meant non mutated animals”, Raph mumbled, before he unsurely followed you into the living room, where you had already started looking for your cat.

It didn’t take long before you found them, cuddled up on your couch taking a nap. Raph noticed the way your face lighted up at the sight of your cat, before slowly making your way over to the couch. Standing nervously in the middle of the room, Raph watched as you sat down on the floor, so that your face was much more on level with your cat. With a soft hand you smoothed it over your cat's fur, causing it to let out a small sound, opening their eyes ever so slightly at you, with the faint sound of purring rumbling from within.

“Hey, babe”, you said in a soft baby voice, smoothing your hand over your cat once again. “Did I wake you up?” Your cat answered by stretching out, before rolling onto their side, exposing their stomach to you, eyes still halfway closed. “Aw, (C/N)”, you cooed, wrapping an arm under your cat, before taking them up in your arms. “I would let you sleep, but I have someone for you to meet”.

Raph found himself growing even more nervous as you turned with your cat in your arms, before making your way towards him. The cat in your arms seemed unbothered, looking at Raph with still half closed eyes, purring much louder than before. Rubbing your car just behind its ear, you presented Raph before them.

“(C/N), this is my boyfriend Raphael. You know, the one I told you about”, you said.

Raph chuckled, finding the way you talked to your cat adorable. “Nice to meet you, (C/N)”, Raph said, playing into the way you were talking to your cat. This seemed to cause you much joy, your cheeks turning a light pink as a smile spread on your lips.

(C/N) suddenly became restless in your arms, jumping from your embrace to the floor, where they landed on their feet, their tail up high in the air. This caused Raph to suck in a breath, staring at your cat with his eyes wide, fearing what (c/N) was about to do. (c/N), with their eyes still half way closed, walked calmly towards Raph’s legs, before they started rubbing the sides of their face against the legs of your boyfriend.

You and Raph looked from the cat to each other, smiling, Raph even letting out a sigh of relief.

“See”, you said, resting your hands on your hips with a satisfied smile. “Told you they would like you”.

As the rest of the day went on, it became clear just how much (C/N) liked your boyfriend. They adored him. As you and Raph cuddled up on the couch in order to watch a movie, (C/N) jumped straight into his lap, enjoying the attention they got from the two of you as you petted them.

During dinner, you and Raph found (C/N) roaming under the table, snuggling up against Raph’s legs at any opportunity. Heck, they even tried to joy Raph in the bathroom when he had to use the toilet.

And as you and Raph were getting ready to call it the night, slowly getting ready for bed with Raph staying the night, (C/N) was right there, ready to cuddle up with the two of you in your bed. And as you laid there, with one of Raph’s strong arms beneath you, your head resting against the chest area of his plastron, you watched (C/N), who had gotten comfortable in the middle of Raph’s plastron, already sleeping soundly, purring louder than ever.

“Told you”, you teased Raph, smiling at him before getting further comfortable against him. Raph only rolled his eyes at you with a smile. There was no point in disputing the fact that you were right. (C/N) liked him.

[kirain]

How I imagine the conversation between Anya and Swansea went.

The dull, scarlet light of the cockpit flickered, the sound of retching echoing off the metal panels. Swansea paused in the doorway, leaning heavily against the frame. The acrid stench of bile mingled with the sterile tang of burnt wires and coolant stung his nostrils, but he didn't seem to care. He simply watched, waiting for her to finish.

After a moment, Anya wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her body hunched over the waste bin. The fit didn't last long, but it was rough, her heart racing, her mind reeling. When it was over, the large, unsteady man finally approached, and Anya tensed, casting him a fearful glance.

"Swansea?" she wheezed, as if expecting someone else.

"You good?" he asked, his tone flat.

"Y-yeah," she choked, dismissively. "I'm fine. Just a bit too much stress."

"You don't gotta pretend," he muttered, lowering himself into the seat across from her. "Not the brightest guy in space, but I've had enough kids to know prenatal puke when I see it."

Anya's head snapped up, her expression shocked and pale. Her lips parted to deny it, but no sound came out. The silence between them thickened, pressing down like the crushing gravity of the moon they were stranded on.

Then, Swansea leaned back, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a half-empty bottle of mouthwash. He unscrewed the cap and took a long swig, the minty burn doing little to ease the sourness in his gut. He swirled the liquid in his mouth before swallowing and murmured, "It's Curly's, right?"

Anya's shoulders bucked. She began to cry, a sound so quiet it could've been mistaken for the wind outside—and Swansea flinched. He lowered the bottle, his weathered face softening unexpectedly.

"Aw, hell," he sighed, his voice gravelly but not unkind. "Don't cry. Even a burnt up wreck like him can manage to be a decent dad. You know we got all kinds of medical shit back home, enough to make him... somewhat functional. He can definitely afford the surgeries. It's not the end of the—"

"It's not Curly's," she whispered, cutting him off.

Her voice cracked as she wrapped her arms around herself, desperate for comfort, and Swansea froze, the weight of her words sinking into his chest like a stone. As the bottle of mouthwash dangled in his hand, his gaze sharpened. He studied her, taking in the way her body curled inward, how it shuddered, how her cheeks flushed an almost greenish hue, disgusted and sickly.

A dreadful understanding crept over him.

"Jimmy," he growled, the name heavy with venom. He shot to his feet, his fists clenched. "You mean he—?"

Anya's sobs deepened; louder, exacerbated, despite her best effort to contain them.

"That bastard!" he shrieked. "I'll kill him!"

"No!" Anya panicked, blocking his path. "Don't. Please."

"Why the fuck not?!"

She cringed, her fingers curling. "If you fight him, he might... he might get the upper hand. I don't want anyone else to get hurt. I... I can't handle it."

"But he—!"

"We don't have enough supplies for any more injuries. Swansea, please."

He stared at her, his body trembling with rage, but he suppressed it. Slowly, he forced himself to breathe, then rubbed a hand over his face.

All if his anger gave way to despair.

"We're dead anyway," he said bitterly. "No one's comin' for us. No rescue crew's gonna find us out here before we run out of supplies. Might as well face facts."

Anya didn't respond. She stared at the floor, her tears leaving dark spots on the dusty metal. He was right, and she knew it. They all knew it. For a long while, neither of them spoke, the silence filled only by the distant hum of failing systems, until Swansea broke it with a heavy groan.

"I've been keeping somethin' from you," he said. "Well, not just you. From everyone."

Anya looked up, her red-rimmed eyes meeting his. "What?"

"One of the cryopods survived the crash," he admitted. He gave her a chance to react, but she didn't. "One. The rest are either fried or buried under foam. I've been saving it for Daisuke."

Anya blinked, her confusion palpable. "Why for Daisuke and not yourself?"

"He's the youngest. The strongest. Got the best chance of makin' it." His voice lowered, a mix of envy and compersion. "And he's got a good life to go back to. A mom that loves him, money out the wazoo. We ain't got none of that. Seemed... seemed right. Whatever the fuck 'right' means, anyway."

Anya frowned, her brow furrowing. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Dunno," Swansea shrugged, the motion almost helpless. "Just felt like I should, given the circumstances."

"I see." Anya swayed, processing his words.

Then he chuckled dryly, though there was no humour in it. "If you wanna fight me for it, you can. You'd probably win. Like you said, upper hand and all that. My back's shit. My knees are shot. I'm too old and too broken to—"

"I have nothing to fight for," Anya interrupted, her hand subconsciously moving to her stomach. "Nothing."

Swansea's eyes followed her movements, wincing as her nails pierced her skin through her suit. He said nothing, only nodding as he reached out, offering his bottle of mouthwash.

She shook her head. "There's not enough alcohol," she said hollowly. "I'd throw it up before it could do any damage."

He pulled the bottle away, and again they stood in silence, the unspoken hanging heavy between them. After a while, he took another swig, his throat tightening against the burn.

"What about Jimmy?" he asked, his teeth bared.

Anya hesitated, cupping her chin. "He'll destroy himself eventually. People like him always do."

Swansea scoffed in agreement, though his jaw remained tight. "If he tries anything with you again—or Daisuke—he's done. I don't care what he does to me."

Anya nodded, her expression grim but grateful. "No. I understand completely. If that's how it has to be—"

Suddenly, the doors slid open with a shiver, and Jimmy entered, taken aback by the sight of them.

"Hm? Oh, it's you," Swansea huffed, crossing his arms.

"Jimmy!" Anya squeaked, wiping her eyes. She was startled, but quickly composed herself. "Not able to sleep either?"

"It's 'nighttime'," he groused. "Why are you talking this late?" His tone was acerbic, his eyes drifting to the woman. "...Anya. Are you crying?"

"No, don't worry. I'm okay," she sniffed, her only solace Swansea's watchful presence.

"We all need to keep it together," he hissed, oblivious to their schemes.

"Oh, I'm keepin' it together," Swansea said, his voice as sober as it had ever been. "Don't you worry, Captain."

[gekkosgirl]

fantasy | gekko.

summary: gekko, after reading a particular book of yours, makes your fantasies come to life

pairing: gekko (mateo) x fem!reader

cw: dom!gekko, sub!reader, dumbification, slapping, hickeys, choking, lots of things i may have missed. read at your own discretion, (also neon makes fun of them, as she definitely would)

notes: i have so much gekko brainrot its not funny, anyways i listened to closer by nine inch nails while writing. ALSO REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

word count: 3.6k

You were so focused on your paperwork for recounting the last mission that you barely noticed Gekko sneak into your room. Seated on the chair at your desk you typed, keys making slight clicks, full attention on finishing the task at hand. Gekko, who was oh so quiet, took his place on your bed, silently picking up one of your strewn books, not knowing its contents.

Only from the shuffling of your covers did you realize he was there, and you smiled without looking away from your paperwork. "Hey, baby." You said, still typing away.

He hummed softly, and you figured he was trying to take a nap. Much to your dismay, he had flipped to a particular page of your book by 'accident', a smirk forming on his face.

Every now and then, you could feel his eyes watching you. Typing up the final report, you forwarded it off to Brimstone, pushing away from your desk with a sigh. Finally, peace.

"Ay, chica?" Gekko's voice asked and you hummed in question, not looking behind you, just basking in the relief that you were done. "Wanna explain to me what a certain Derek and Lyra are doing in this book?"

The tips of your ears immediately tinged pink, your entire body whipping around in the swivel chair as your eyes fell upon the book in his hands. He was laid back casually, head leaning against your pillows, one leg down and the other propped up. A dumb grin was plastered on his face and you couldn't seem to form words.

"Gonna answer me or should I get back to reading?" Gekko asked slyly, you could practically hear the teasing lilt in his voice. Your face flushed deeper as you scrambled for the right words.

“Mateo,” you started, voice higher than usual as you shot up from your chair. “That’s... that’s private!”

He chuckled, fiddling with the pages of the book as you approached, his eyes glinting mischievously. “Private, huh? Didn’t know you were into reading stuff like this, chica. Kinda spicy.”

You groaned, covering your face with your hands. “I’m going to kill you.”

“Oh, come on, it’s cute,” he said, sitting up now but still keeping the book just out of your grasp. “Derek and Lyra, huh? Guessing Derek’s the broody hero type and Lyra’s... a little like you?”

You froze for a moment, his words catching you off guard. The truth was, he wasn’t entirely wrong, but admitting it would only add fuel to his fire. Instead, you huffed, crossing your arms, not responding.

Gekko tilted his head, studying you with that familiar playful grin. “I mean, come on, I know you better than that,” he teased, leaning back on your bed, tossing the book up in the air before catching it again. “You and your little stories, always with the tension and the, what d'ya call it, smut? Kinda obvious if you ask me.”

Your face went beet red, reaching out to grab the book from his hands. He snapped it closed before holding it over his head, "You're gonna haf'ta get on the bed if you wanna get it."

Taking it as a challenge, you leaned forward, one knee on the edge of the bed, reaching out for the book. With a cheeky grin, he tossed the book to the bottom of the bed, grabbing your hips with both hands now free, pulling you between his legs. Your heart was hammering in your chest, but you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away. Instead, you found yourself frozen in place, unsure whether to laugh or be mortified.

“Mateo!” you exclaimed, voice coming out softer than you intended as your hands instinctively landed on his shoulders for balance.

"Yeah..." He trailed, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "Say my name again." Your mind instantly flew back to the book he was just reading, knowing exactly which scene he had been reading based off that quote he'd just stolen.

Your face went crimson at the realization, and you immediately tried to pull back, scrambling to put some space between you. You attempted to shove him off, but he wrapped his leg around yours, digging his nails into your hips, making it impossible to move.

“What's the matter, chica?” Gekko teased, his grin widening as he leaned in just a little closer, his voice low and deliberate. "Getting shy now? I thought you were all about that stuff." His mocking tone made your stomach flip, and despite yourself, you could feel the heat in your cheeks deepen.

"How many of my books have you read?" You breathed out, his hinting making you suspicious.

"While you were asleep or away on missions?" He asked smoothly, the edge of his voice dripping with mischief. He lifted his hands, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lightly grazing your skin, making it harder to ignore the sudden thrum in your chest.

"You're sick." You accused, not realizing the words could fall back right on you.

"You bought them." He replied, "Why don't we reenact, hmm?"

You immediately froze at his suggestion, heart racing as his words hit you harder than you expected. You could feel the heat crawling up your neck, your mind instantly flashing to the scenes you had read in those books, the ones you’d tried so hard to keep hidden. But now, here he was, throwing your own words back at you with that playful, infuriating grin.

At the lack of response, Gekko only leaned in closer, the smirk never leaving his face. "I mean, you read it for a reason, didn’t you?" His voice was low and teasing, and it sent an undeniable shiver down your spine. "A little fantasy… who’s to say it wouldn’t be better in real life?"

You stuttered, no words coming out, sentences a foreign concept to your embarrassment-fogged brain. Gekko's eyes flitted down to your lips, "We can start slow, mi amor..." His hand raising to brush a fallen strand behind your ear, "Work our way up to the filthy things you read."

Your breath hitched in your throat. It wasn't like you guys never had sex before, in fact, it'd almost become a tradition after missions.

"What do you mean?" You found yourself asking before you could stop it, caving into his suggestion.

Gekko smiled, hand falling back to your hip, rubbing softly against your skin. "Well," He began, feigning a pensive look, "We can start with a kiss, work our way to taking our clothes off, maybe I'll eat you eat, and then, hmm," Your eyes widened at the dirty words that came from his mouth, he'd never talked to you like this before, "I can fuck the life out of you."

"Mateo..." You breathed out, not knowing what to say as he said the words so casually.

His head tilted to the side, pretend confusion etching his brows. "What?" He asked innocently, an undeniable lull to his voice that made your head spin. "I’m just giving you exactly what you want, what you’ve read. You know, it’s funny—when you read about it, it’s all fantasy. But now that it’s here, in front of you? Suddenly you’re not so sure."

"Stop messing with me," you muttered, trying to regain some semblance of control, but the words felt hollow. You couldn’t focus. Not with him so close, his presence so overwhelming, his teasing words wrapping around you like a chain.

He smirked, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Why would I stop? You like it." His voice was smooth, dripping with confidence, and it made you want to argue, to push him away, but at the same time, there was something about it that made you hesitate. "You know you want it..." His eyes flickered to your lips once again, contemplating smashing his against yours so suddenly. "So," He began, "What do you say?"

You held your breath, debating whether or not to continue the banter, but your debate was cut short. Gekko had made his decision.

His lips crashed against yours, his hands pulling your hips forward, bodies finally flushed against one another. You let out a content moan against his mouth, feeling his lips curl into a devious grin.

He pulled back, your lips already turning red, "Why don't we flip over, hmm?" Without an answer, he playfully rolled his eyes, hands tightening on your hips before you whipped the two of you around with his strong arms.

Your back hit the mattress hard, almost getting whiplash from the movement. You let out a soft yelp, soon muffled by his lips one more crashing against yours. He wasn't much of a talker during sex outside of the occasional pet names, so this was a full 180 from your normal encounters. It was almost as if he'd been studying.

Your lips moved in perfect sync with each other, hands in tandem as yours fell around the back of his neck.

He pushed your hips harder in the mattress, all his weight focused on pushing you down. Breaking away from the kiss, his head fell forward, hissing as he grinded downwards onto you ever so slowly. Your hands pulled at the short green strands of his hair, trying desperately to get his lips on yours once more.

He stopped the movement of his hips, one hand detaching from them to reach up, digging a ball of your hair down into the pillow, casting your head back. "Patience." He almost growled, and you sank into his touch. You'd never seen this side of him, something akin to primal.

His movements were still so slow, leaning downwards to attach his lips to your neck. Oh, you were going to get in trouble. Deep purple marks began encasing your skin, and you knew no amount of makeup would dare cover it. But you couldn't bring yourself to complain.

Again, his hips found themselves digging into yours, a guttural moan leaving your lips. You could feel him through his pants, almost bursting at the seams.

You couldn't move your hips as his one hand dug into the skin, leaving yourself at his complete and utter disposal. His grinding grew slightly faster as he pulled away from your neck, sitting up and letting go of your hips and hair.

You sat up too, conflicted as the loss of friction. You lips were now swollen, neck bruised and battered.

"Lay back down." He commanded, puling his shirt off his head, revealing his toned chest and abs.

You laid back, watching as the scenes you'd read over and over were brought to life. He reached forward, tugging at the waistband of your sweats, them coming off easily.

You were left in nothing but your underwear and sweatshirt, that you now fortunately realized you weren't wearing anything under.

He climbed back onto the bed in nothing but his boxers, his arms reaching under your thighs to encase them around his head as he kissed gently atop the fabric covering your clit. You moaned softly, grinding upwards into his mouth, his hot breath adding a tingling sensation.

His nails dug into your plush thighs, warning you not to do that again, but you simply couldn't help it. You grinded up once more, the wetness between your legs growing by the second. His nails dug in even harder, leaving crescent shaped markings in your skin. He licked your panties, leaving you whimpering.

"Mateo, please." You begged, not even quite understanding what you were asking for.

He pulled back, leaving you squirming. "Tell me, corazón," He purred, "What is it you want?"

"Hnng—" You swiveled your hips upward, never being talked to like this before, you weren't sure how exactly to answer.

"Use your words." He said smugly, placing his lips back over your clothed clit. Using his skilled tongue, he looped it under the hemline, moving it to side, licking a long strip up your slit.

"Please..." You said again, a hand falling down to push down on his head.

Gekko cleared his throat, looking up at you warningly. The shift in his demeanor was subtle but undeniable, his teasing grin replaced by something sharper, more intense. Gekko tilted his head slightly, his eyes meeting yours with a look that made your breath hitch.

You let go of his hair, letting your hand fall above your head, shifting under his gaze.

As if getting back to business, Gekko leaned his head back down, sucking hungrily on your clit. Flames burst in your stomach, the sensation so sudden it caught you off guard. "Mateo, baby..."

He hummed against your heat, sending tingles up throughout your body. You hand fisted the pillow behind your head, this time unable to squirm against his newly hardened grasp on your thighs.

You held your lip tightly between your teeth, trying to not let a moan slip out. His tongue pushed within you, and all thoughts vanished from your mind. You let go of you lip, letting out a loud gasp.

"There we go." He murmured against your core before getting back to work, licking faster against you. "Let me hear you."

He brought his thumb from your thighs to circle your clit, the combined feeling driving your mind haywire leaving your body jolting as you struggled to control your breathing. You shuddered as his took in a breath before getting back at it, the cool feeling leaving your hips grinding upwards.

Your stomach began to tighten as he worked, signaling you were getting closer and closer to the edge. He noticed your abs flex, smirking against your core as he pulled back. "Mateo!" You whined, irritated he denied you.

He unclasped his arms from your thighs, moving completely off the bed, standing and looking at you expectantly. "Go on, you know what to do."

Remembering the scene he'd been playing out thus far, your eyes glinted. Finally, you weren't so intimidated, because at least this part you were used too.

You scoot to the edge of the bed, pulling his boxers down with practiced ease. His cock sprang free, and you could never, even after a year of your relationship, get used to his size.

He fully stepped out from his boxers, leaving them tossed on the floor haphazardly. His hand wrapped around the back of your head, entwined with your hair in a ball. He pulled you forward, your lips colliding with his dick, knees hitting the floor.

He groaned as you licked up the bottom, not breaking eye contact with the beautiful man before you. You took in the tip, sucking gently as you always did. But he wasn't satisfied, not this time.

Putting both hands behind your hand, he pulls your neck forward roughly, his dick hitting the back of your throat.

You almost choked, putting your hands on his hips, trying to push him away. He growled, refusing to let you pull away. "C'mon chica, be a good girl."

His praise was unexpected, and you almost couldn't believe your ears. You moaned around his cock, him throwing his head back at the sensation before thrusting into your throat repeatedly.

A slew of moans and groans left his throat, you'd never heard him be this vocal. "So close..." He trailed, and you tried pulling off, trying to give him the same treatment he did to you. "Not a chance, hermosa."

With a few final thrusts, fucking your mouth almost violently, he came down your throat. He finally let you pull off, coughing as spit drooled down your chin.

He didn't even give you time to catch his breath before his hand smacked against your cheek, him heaving. Your hand flew up to cradle your face, and you looked up at him shocked.

His hardened expression turned to concern, before he noticed that your eyes were dark with lust. "Fuck me." You said lowly.

"Beg for it." He replied without missing a beat, pushing you back harshly onto the bed, legs spread open just for him.

You looked ip at him, gulping. Again, you'd never seen him so, dominant.

Gekko laughed, almost menacingly after your refusal to answer, "What'd I say, chica?" Your breath was knocked from your chest as his hand flew to your neck, squeezing tightly. "Do I need to remind you?"

"M-Mateo, please." You whined, "I need you, I need you to touch me, be inside me, anything! I'll take anything and everything you give me, just please. Please..."

"Say the words, princessa." Gekko grinned, "Get filthy."

"Fill me up—" You looked at him, squirming at the edge of the bed, aching for him inside you. You could tell he felt the same, as his cock twitched before your core. "With your cum."

He quirked a brow, challenging you to continue.

"Breed me." You finally said, all dignity out of the window but this point.

"Attagirl." He said, leaning down to kiss you, one hand still around your throat as the other grabbed his own cock, rubbing it against your slick, pulsing folds.

You threw your head back, already feeling full as he edged himself halfway in. Your mouth then fell open as he rammed fully into you, stretching you out deliciously.

He wasn't gentle. Not this time.

"Such a pretty girl," He huffed as he thrusted into you to no end, "Hugging my cock so well— ugh." Gekko groaned as your pussy tightened around him, your abs flexing once more.

He smiled, sweat falling from his forehead onto your chest. Your eyes rolled back as he leaned forward, all the while pounding hard, as his tongue trailed its way around your breasts.

"You belong to me." Gekko declared, grabbing your legs and forcing them over his shoulders. His hands found themselves wrapped on the front of your thighs, pulling your body into his as he fucked you.

Lewd sounds left your mouth, harmonizing with the grunts falling from Gekko's. "Mateo, Mateo, Mateo..." You chanted, words blurring together from your cock drunkenness, the only thing you could fully understand was the man railing you.

"Yes, hermosa?" He huffed out, somehow getting even faster.

"Gonna... gonna..." You couldn't think straight as his hips smacked roughly against yours.

"Go on, tell me how you feel." Gekko demanded, his word slightly breathless as he angled his hips, hitting your g-spot repeatedly, intensifying the pleasure he'd been giving you.

"Gonna cum." You forced the words past your lips as your eyes screwed shut.

"Good girl..." He trailed, huffing and puffing as he came close to his own close. "Such— a— good— girl—" Each word was punctuated by a thrust, your abs flexing tightly, squeezing your walls against him.

Electrified burning flames erupted in your stomach, eyes rolling so far back into your head as your squirted over his cock and lower stomach. It began dripping down, following the lines of his abs.

With a final grunt, he felt himself shooting ropes of white liquid within you, slowly fucking into you as he finished. A few more strokes and he collapsed atop you, a sheen of sweat covering his whole body. His hand reached up to cup your face, thumb stroking your face. "How do you feel, mi amor?"

Your body shuddered, "S'good." You panted, "So, so, good."

Gekko pushed himself off of you, you whining as you missed the heat from his body. "Don't worry. Just running a bath and getting you some water."

You hummed as you felt fabric drag along your nether regions, cleaning you up. Your body twitched slightly as a blanket was tucked over you, eyes opening slightly to see your beautiful boyfriend cleaning up himself.

"I love you, Teo." You murmured.

"I love you too, hermosa." Gekko paused, looking at you sweetly. Your boy was back. "Was that okay?"

"More than."

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You walked into the cafeteria, Gekko's arm falling over your shoulder.

"AHAHA!" Your eyes snapped over to see Neon, doubled over in laughter. She tried stifling it with a hand over her mouth, but it couldn't cover the loud laughter.

Your brows furrowed as you glanced between Neon and Gekko, who was clearly amused by the situation. "What’s so funny?" you asked, though you had a sinking feeling you weren’t going to like the answer.

Neon straightened up slightly, still chuckling as she pointed toward the two of you. "You! And him!” She barely got the words out before dissolving into another fit of laughter, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

“What about us?” you asked, your voice laced with suspicion, glancing up at Gekko, who just shrugged, feigning ignorance but couldn't hide the smirk.

Neon clutched her sides, barely able to contain herself. "You two didn’t even try to hide it!" she gasped between bursts of laughter, her finger pointing directly at your neck.

Your hand flew up instinctively, brushing over your skin, and you froze when you realized what she was referring to. You'd totally forgotten. Heat flooded your face as your eyes darted to Gekko, who was sporting the smuggest grin imaginable. "Mateo..." you hissed, your voice low and threatening.

He had the audacity to look innocent, though his mischievous eyes betrayed him. "What? Don’t look at me like that, chica. You didn’t say I had to be careful."

Neon practically fell over, laughing even harder. "Careful?! Oh my god, Gekko, you left a trail! It’s like you wanted everyone to know!"

You glared at him, your face burning hotter by the second. "I am going to kill you," you muttered through gritted teeth, smacking his arm.

Gekko just chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Hey, it’s not my fault you’re irresistible," he said smoothly, leaning in slightly.

Neon finally managed to catch her breath, wiping a tear from her eye. "Oh, this is so going in the group chat. Everyone’s gonna lose it!"

"Neon, don’t you dare!" you exclaimed, reaching for her phone as she cackled and took off sprinting. You huffed as you knew there was no chance you'd catch her, and now the fear of facing Brimstone kicked in.

[minheelovelee]

hii who do you think in zb1 (legal line ofc) is into corruption kink? do you think all of them would be into it? 😵‍💫 thanks xx

zb1 + corruption

thanks for requesting nonie!!! this is just gonna be some thoughts that came to mind when i thought of each member and a corruption kink. 🤔🤔 enjoy!

jiwoong

there isn’t a better example of someone with a corruption kink. he’s so much more experienced than you could ever dream to be. he qualified to touch you. you’re hardly even qualified to touch yourself. at least that’s what he whispers in your ear as he finishes you off on his fingers. he compares your hand sizes, asking which one you think would feel better. he’ll press a wet kiss to your cheek when you give him the answer he wants.

woongie who asks you to come to him when you get that special feeling in your tummy. he wants to be a reliable figure for you. but more than that, he wants to see you in ways no one has before. so he offers to teach you about pleasure. it’s the only way he can get what he wants without scaring you off. is it selfish? maybe. but is it mutually beneficial? absolutely.

hao

he very much gives me “rival who finds out you’re a virgin” vibes. you two have always clashed, but he can’t deny that he’s attracted to your bold personality. when one-too-many drinks turns into confessions of purity, he can’t help but be shocked.

he takes you then and there. not all the way- but far enough to have you fall apart on his tongue. far enough to bring you to tears. far enough to get the upper hand. when you’re coming down from your final high, he’ll tell you what he wants. keep meeting him like this, or pay the price. let everyone find out about your uncomfortable secret, with a phone camera quality video to drive the point home. he’ll leave you with your pants around you ankles and a deep feeling in your stomach. much like the one he made you feel mere minutes ago.

hanbin

he would be so so sweet. it’s hard to imagine him doing anything inherently negative. he’s not your boyfriend, yet. but he’s sure going to try to be. he’s just an upperclassman who you worked with for a project. he was sure surprised when you touched his thigh and asked him to kiss you.

when you saw his hard-on and asked if you did that to him, he almost died. replying sweetly with “yes, darling. did you want to see it?”. watching you nod “yes” sent him to the moon. a clearly inexperienced and barely pleasurable hand job was more than enough for him. he came anyway, as he watched you lose your breath from the new activity. his chest swelled with pride when you asked to touch him during your next working session. and the next. until he was making plans with you on a whim, not even bothering to bring his school work. you were getting so much better and much more confident. he couldn’t wait to teach you everything he knew.

matt

childhood best friend kind of deal. the tension between you has been thick for a handful of years. you listen to him jerk off in the bathroom and he watches you rub your thighs together when watching spicy movie scenes. he reads your texts to your boyfriend over your shoulder and you beg him to stay with you instead of leaving to see another girl. he always listens to you in the end.

one day, it just snaps. there’s nothing spectacular to push you to that moment. it’s just happens. you look at each other, then you kiss. then you touch. then you roll around. and suddenly, your shirts are off. you stop him with a hand in his chest. “matty, i’ve never done this before.” you’ve had more boyfriends than he can remember, how have you never done this? “you’re telling me this pussy has never been used before?” he asks, bluntly. you can’t help but laugh as you nod. “holy shit, baby. i’m gonna give it to you so good.” so you let him. he loves the shocked look on your face every time you find out a little more about who he truly is.

tae

you were just supposed to watch a new movie tonight. you were not meant to be touching yourself in front of taerae, on his bed. but somehow, you are. the movie had multiple scenes feature the female lead, bringing herself to a climax with screaming moans. you couldn’t help but shake your head and laugh at the acting. he nudges you with his head. “what? you think this is a comedy?” you stop. “it’s ridiculous. surely it can’t feel that good.” he scoffs. “well then you might be doing it wrong, little miss.”

and he leaves it at that. until the end of the movie. he grabs you wrist. “do you want me to show you how to do it. how to really make yourself cum?” and something in you made you say yes. maybe it was his smile. or a yearning within for true pleasure. he laughed when he saw you touch yourself. quickly, he guided your hands and taught you how to build up, and come down. as you lay in bed, breathless, he asks you one more question. “want me to show you how i would make you cum?”

ricky

he agreed to wait until marriage. you both did. he wears the famed ring on a chain around his neck to prove it. the ring loses its meaning as he loses his composure. you notice him growing more distant and increasingly agitated. when confronted, he breaks. “i can’t even look at you without getting hard anymore. it’s fucking ridiculous. i- i don’t even know what happened to me.”

there’s a pause. he freezes as you wordlessly reach around his neck. the light weight falls into your hand and into your pocket. he nearly faints as you shimmy the silver ring off of your right hand, slipping it into the same pocket. “baby, i-” he’s cut off when your lips touch his. he lets you kiss him while his hands stay occupied. he’s dreamt about this moment for weeks, imagining where he would touch first and what it might feel like. he finds that he was completely wrong, nothing compares to the feelings he experienced that night. and every night after that for a week and a half. he feels himself getting addicted to you and wonders if this is the very reason he was urged to wear the necklace in the first place.

gyuv

he’s very curious by nature. when he took your virginity, you took his. he asked you questions for hours after the event took place. “did my dick even fit in all the way?” “do you think i lasted long enough?” “next time should i flip you over?” he wants to learn more and more until he knows everything about you. it’s romantic, in a sense, but it’s eating him alive.

he thinks about it all day. getting flashbacks to your last session and daydreaming about the future. he spends more time hiding his erections than he has ever had to before. you jokingly suggest that he was possessed by a sex demon. he agrees. it seems like ever week he has a new idea to bring up in bed. “hey can we try…?” “would you like if i…” “can i….? please, just this once?” he’s not satisfied until he’s tried everything and made you follow suit.

gunwook

he thinks you’re adorable. the way you do your hair, how you dress, your mannerisms, he sees every detail. his favorite this to see is you being shy. it’s so easy to get you red and flustered. it’s almost too easy. knowing you were a virgin, he did his best not to push you in the bedroom. he was slow and careful. he was waiting. waiting for you to start initiating sex, so he could start playing with you how he wanted.

he started by making you ride his thigh. you were needy on his lap, so he told you to take what you wanted. you blushed and whined, but did as he told, because he had never failed you before. then he made you watch as he fingered you in the mirror. he held your chin and made you look at yourself, even if you cried. he pushed you further. he ate you out on the kitchen counter. he tied your wrists to the bed. he had you suck him off on a phone call. he played you like a fucking game. it’s was oh-so satisfying to him, and he can’t wait for the next round.

[local-lamppost]

Sonic 3 Initial Thoughts

So I saw Sonic 3 and I really liked it. Adventure 2 has my favorite story of the franchise so even a loose adaptation was great to see (they even referenced Shadow the Hedgehog by having Shadow's origins be a black comet).

The only part I had a problem with was how they shied away from everything being GUN's fault. Gerald was hired to create the a weapon, a life form that could also cure his granddaughter's illness. Then the project gets out of hand and GUN wants to cover it up, so they kill everyone and imprison Gerald to keep him working for them (and they later kill him anyway in an amazing cutscene). GUN spends the whole game doing their best to keep the cover up going and doubling down. They are the real bad guys. This is still in the movie but it feels glossed over.

I loved Maria and Shadow's dynamic. We didn't get too much time with them, but the way it was shown-that Maria was the only one in the facility that didn't see Shadow as a monster/alien/things to be studied and Shadow being someone Maria could play with. I wish they had included a line about Maria wanting to experience the world beyond where her grandfather went for research, that she and Shadow planned to explore the world first hand when it was finished, and Maria's last words of protecting the world. Being the world's protector despite everything the world has done to him is Shadow's most important trait and I feel like it could've been touched on more.

The fight between Shadow and Sonic was amazing. Shadow goading Sonic into killing him, pointing at his heart the same way Maria and Tom have done to each one, and that connection being what snaps Sonic out of his anger was perfect. Then going on to watch the sun (a still living star) rise over the earth while they talk. Gorgeous.

Knuckles and Tails were relevant! This is always something I worry about in sequels that add to the cast, but they were handled perfectly. Knuckles being the guardians and having the final say of giving Sonic the power. Tails being the brains and moral support, as well as peacemaker between Sonic and Knuckles. It all evened out very well.

Lastly, Stone and the Robotniks. While I have mixed feelings of him being alive in the movie's present, Gerald is a fantastic villain. His line of "You're not Maria, Ivo" was brutal. I was wondering how they would work out a living Gerald with access to a living grandchild still wanting to destroy everything, but having him purely treat Ivo as a shell throughout was perfect. Ivo himself just wants to be cared for, something he thinks only family can provide for him despite Stone being right there. It's this familial requirement for affection that allows Gerald to use him and for Stone to be forced out, and if they do bring him back (which I really hope they don't) what his new dynamic with Stone would be now that he knows Stone really does love him.

All and all, a great film and I'm excited for the fourth. I'm really excited to see how Amy and Metal Sonic are handled, especially now that SEGA is writing her as an actual character lately.

[quilly72]

"uuuuh mmmmmmm" you clenched your body as you approached climax. Taylor was riding you like a stallion and after what felt like hours of edging was finally letting you release.

"cum for me" she cooed. Her eyes darted into your soul as she rode on top. She smirked as she watched your eyes roll back into your head

You clenched as your dick throbbed and burst. The heat dissipating as you shot your load off. You gasped for breath as she climbed off of you.

"good boy" she cooed she strutted off the bed as she put her sweatpants back on and started fiddling with her bra. "When your ready we can go agai.... Eeeeek"

She yelled as she arched her back. Taylor spun around like a bullet. She faced her boobs towards you as she stood mouth agape. Taylor held her bra as her boobs spilled out of it.

"did you see that?" She darted at you her boobs swaying back and forth.

You stared at her boobs piling out," see what?"

"my boobs they just grew, they don't even fit in my bra anymore." She jutted her jugs out as you stared.

They definitely seemed larger but it looked like she had just put it on wrong. Besides she was probably still just trying to edge you for a second round, maybe she was just trying out some new roleplay.

Taylor yelped again. She arched backwards as she clasped her back. Her bra digging into her skin. "Stupid bra...hurts...can't get the stupid thing off." She struggled with it trying to get her fingers underneath the band with no luck.

"can you help me with this."

She turned her back to you. You reached for the band as you tugged on it. It seemed to be super glued to her body as you struggled with it. It didn't help that you were never good at taking them off anyway. You lost focus as you stared at her butt. Even in sweatpants they tempted you as they brushed your arm. Taylor swinging side to side rhythmically.

"are you almost finished...it hurts"

"I'm sorry...it just won't come off"

She spun back around her boobs carrying her momentum as they jiggled. She huffed as she gave you a dirty look. "If your not going to help just say so "

She fidgeted with it again as she helped again. "Oooowwww" she complained.

You looked to see her boobs definitely struggling in her bra. They spilled out each side as they pressed against each other. Her cleavage growing deeper. Her sweatpants seemed to be tighter than before and if you were correct she looked taller. You stood up next to her as she stared at you.

"what are you doing"

You watched as the top of her forehead came to your bottom lip. Although usually she was completely below head level. "Are you wearing heels?"

"no why would you even ask thaaaaouwwee"

She yelled and arched her back again. Her bra slingshotting into your face as she jolted. Her head brushed against your as it grew up. Her top of her head now eye level. Taylor spun around as she heard a seam pop her booty pushing past her pants limits.

"what just happened...did I...grow"

"no that's impossible I couldn't have grown....eeeek" she yelped again. Taylor shot up her boobs pressing against you as you stepped back. She was now eye level easily pushing 5'11 as she jiggled. Taylor peeled her sweatpants off as she rolled them down. Her booty overflowing her pants as they clammered for room. Her thighs pressed against each other as they smashed together. Her panties stretched thin as she tugged on them "too tight everything hurts."

Taylor shrieked as she jolted again.

"WHAT IS HAPPENING!"

Taylor shot up her head now past yours her boobs rasing closer to your face. "This is impossible this can't be happening!" She shrieked again. Her panties shot off to the ground as they snapped a loud twang heard across the room. She pushed to 7 ft as her growth accelerated.

Her boobs now face level as they jiggled in front of you. "How do i stop....help me" as she yelped again.

She shot up her arms touching the ceiling as she grew as tall as the doorframe. Her hips were wider than you as her boobs pushed into stripper territory. She could barely see you over her growing cleavage as she pulled it back. Trying to find your face underneath her massive boobs. Her lower ribs now at your eye line.

Taylor shook as her body racked with growth. "I can't stop I just...kept... Grooowwiing". She moaned.

Her body stretched further. Her hair brushing the ceiling as she peered downward. "Call for help do something" she yelled as her eyes looked at you... Pure fear penetrating her." She cocked her head as she spasmed again. Her boobs and butt jiggling as she grew up. The ceiling groaned as her body pressed up against it.

You darted for the phone dialing 911 "come on come on"pick up"

You heard behind you your gf shrieking again. She fell to her knees as her head pushed upwards her body already threatening the ceiling again. She leaned forward as her shoulder blades took the brunt of impact.

"it's getting faster...I can't stop...Hurry.UP!" "AHHHHH"

Taylor surged upward her back bending the ceiling. She fell to all 4s her boobs swinging forward as they knocked you to the ground. The phone connected as you screamed towards it "help us!"

A loud shriek penetrated the call as the operator asked for an address.

On the other side of the call Taylor grew again. Her entire back against the ceiling as she pressed up on it. Her legs bending at the door as she tried to open it. Her arms supported her weight as she stopped herself from crushing you. Your body pinned underneath her cleavage. You struggled to breathe as she grimaced. "Help...can't breathe...too much weight"

Taylor caved in her chest as you tried to scooch out from under her but another spurt sent her weight piling back onto you. You tried pushing her cleavage off as you fought a sea of jello enveloping your lower half. You heard the operator asking if someone was still on the line. "Help us" you gasped as the pressure crushed you.

You looked up at Taylor racking with pain. Her eyes tearing up as she spasmed and shook. She grimaced as her teeth gritted against each other. Her nose scrunching up as her eyes clasped shut.

Taylor clutched her toes and fingers as she gripped what she could. Trying to force the ceiling up as she tried to not crush her bf. "Don't" you heard him whimper as you stared back at him. "Can't hold it...sorry" she whimpered as she shot up again.

Taylor watched as he disappeared in her cleavage her boobs bending the floor downward. Her legs busted the door down as her calves and feet spilled into the hallway. The ceiling groaned and cracked as she forced it up.

Another spurt sent her body filling every available space in the room. She gasped and sputtered as she struggled to breath against the pressure. She heard sirens in the distance as she whimpered. "Please no... It's just a nightmare...this ain't possible."

Taylor shrieked again her yell piercing through the neighborhood as the ceiling burst open. She shot up as she rummaged through the rubble...looking for you. Before she could find anything she shot up again. She flew backwards as her butt demolished the house. Her legs shooting out to the street. As her eye line raised she watched a brigade of sirens approach her.

"help" she muttered as she grew again. Her butt threatening the neighborhood with it's weight.

[evedaser]

I've taken my tallies. The list has been updated.

As of December 25th, 2024, with tallies taken for 49/65 episodes of the series, the two episodes with the highest amount of spells in the entirety of BBC Merlin are 5.13: The Diamond of the Day Part II and 1.01: The Dragon's Call.

[bunnieswithknives]

Creepy old guy