#bottomLance

[seraphimfawn-fallen]

The Child in the Castle - Part 1 Helping Love - Klance Omegaverse AU

It was just another day in the castle of lions, nothing out of place, nothing out of the ordinary- except for the laughter of a child. A child that wasn't supposed to be in the castle nor was there a child in the first place, "Can anyone find out where the laughter is coming from?" Hunk asked a bit paranoid, it's not everyday you here a child's laughter where you aren't supposed to.

"Not sure, I can't seem to find anyone looking through the cameras" Allura frowned though thoroughly she was a bit nervous, the child's laugher again voiced around them in a small echo. "Wait, where is Lance and Keith?" Pidge asked looking around and not spotting either of them, then immediately after the announcement of the two missing paladins, the bridge doors opened and in walked Keith- with a toddler who was Altean. "Lura!" Allura blinked, "Keith, where did you find him?" she asked him while making her way over to the excited child practically reaching for her, "In our room, Lance was gone and in his place was this little guy" he said as Allura took the child who laughed in smiles, "Lura? Isn't your name Allura though?" Shiro voiced, "It's an old nickname given to me by my little brother, but this is impossible" she said, the child played with her hands "What do you mean?" Pidge asked "My brother was kidnapped when he was 5, we couldn't find him and I don't even know if he's alive" looking at the child who looked at her, she thought that he was possibly her little brother.

"You didn't tell us you even had a sibling" Pidge frowned, "I know because my family and my people were heartbroken because of it so we didn't say much in order to not be reminded that he was missing with no trace" she explained grimly with a shaky breath, "No cry, here" he tapped her chin with a smile, "What was his name?" Keith asked after a few moments of processing, "The same name as our blue Paladin. Lance Altea" the child smiled, "Blue!" he giggled, "Wait, Lance is Human though is there another one just like him?" Hunk questioned, "Possibly but the loss prince can't have been in the castle when number 2 found the child who, judging from his current age, about 2 at the moment" Coran messed with his mustache, "Coran! Up, up!" the old Altean blinked, "Okay then Lad" Allura handed him over, "Where's papa? Momma I couldn't find them" he asked innocently, "What are you talking about there, lad?" he asked the young toddler, "I can't find my momma and papa, Lura is right there but I woke up with the nice man there" he pointed his small finger at Keith, "Hey you woke up in my bed and my mate is missing" he grumbled, "Momma said I would have a good mate when I grow up, Lura and papa kept forbidding it" the Paladins looked at Allura who showed bright pink cheeks in embarrassment, "You did?" Pidge grinned, as she sputtered "He's an innocent boy who doesn't need a mate who may just use him! I had my reasons as his big sister" she squeaked and Pidge laughed.

[xanotherlostsoulx]

Write a TopL fic (Dare you!)

Wash your godamn mouth out. Look at Light, he's judging you 👀

[karlachismylife]

For you my love

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTFV3eToG/

THANK YOU!! *grabs them carefully and hides in my hoodie pocket* I can share but only after I play with them for a bit.

Ngl my emotional state yesterday was at the point where I got my hands on this tiktok and actually started crying because they're so tiny and precious. Head fucked up, but at least I'm fun and unpredictable ^^

So here are my headcanons on being with mini force 141 (poly).

As every little creature, they need so much more food compared to their size - especially considering that they're bottomles vacuums in any shape or form. So you have to feed them very often with tiny sandwiches and sweets. Especially if you don't want them raiding your kitchen in a special operation (cuz Gaz will be hanging off a rope AGAIN as they lower him from the top of the cupboard to sneak inside).

If you have sugar cubes at home, keep them hidden from mini Soap. He'll munch on them uncontrollably until he puts himself in a sugar coma. Alo better not to give him gum, because he'll try to blow bubbles and if a big one pops, you'll have to clean all that off of him and maybe even shave off his mohawk. And he will cry about it.

Do NOT steal mini Price's hat! He might be too small to just grab it from you, but the more you taunt him with holding it over his head, the scarier his revenge will be. You don't want to know what he's capable off. Your belongings will go missing, you alarms will stop working, your tee will taste awfully until you apologize!

Mini Ghost loves headpats and will become grumpy and pouty if you don't give them when he literally grabbed your finger and put it on top of his head. Don't make him say it out loud! He'll just go sulk somewhere and you'll have to send out mini Soap to find him and cheer him up.

And yes, keep an eye on mini Gaz, because he just can't stop getting into trouble. He's constantly climbing everywhere, jumping dangerously from one piece of furniture to the other, sliding down slippery surfaces... and he's so small, your heart won't handle if he ends up splattering into a tiny pancake because he's so reckless.

Favourite place to be - that big front pocket of your hoodie. It's close to you, warm and safe, so they won't fall out easily. But it prevents them from looking at you, so they often peek from it or even try to climb your clothes. They're strong and capable, but it's better to catch them and cradle them in your palm before they lose their mini grip and fall.

They love sitting in your palm. Especially when you raise them up close to your face, because that's almost always means they're getting smooches - or at least they can look into your eyes. Mini Ghost thinks his mask hides how flustered he gets, but trust me, he's just as rosy ans blushy underneath it as mini Soap who finally loses ablity to speak when you kiss him carefully.

Mini Price considers your left shoulder his personal seat. It makes him look more commanding and he loves giving orders to mini force 141 from there. And if they can't hear him, you can always repeat louder.

Your head becomes mini Gaz's personal nest, though. He's being sneaky about it, because he doesn't want to undermine his Captain's authority, but it's just co comfy there, he can always use one of your headbands or hankies as a blanket and take a nap while you're reading or doing something on your computer.

They're very fit and will show it off at any given moment! Ha, what, you thought mini Soap can't bench press this chocolate bar that is like three times his size?? He'll do it do you don't have to hold it while you're busy with other stuff! Or maybe you doubt mini Ghost can open the tight cap of a new milk bottle for you? Don't even think about trying to stop mini Price from bringing you your heavy keys or wallet. He might be sweating, but he won't let you forget important things before going out! And mini Gaz... well, if him using your curtains as his cimbing walls isn't enough, he is also the one who carries the heavy engagement ring as they all propose.

No matter how many times you try to give them their own little beds or even whole little homes, they end up sleeping on your bed, either on the pillow, or on your chest. It's just warmer, and they can keep you safe this way! Doesn't matter that it's mostly you keeping them safe. They're mini, but they protecc!

Can't leave them alone for long at all, they literally get sick from lack of love and attention. Sure, they have each other and can survive off of their shared love for a little, but if you leave them for a whole day (or worse - several days!), they'll just end up moping around and flying towards you the second they hear your steps. Pick them up, hold them to your heart and apologize for abandoning them. They were worried! What if something happened! Or what if you don't love them anymore!

If you wanna dress them up, they will be very divided. Mini Soap is quick to undress and sprawl in front of you wiggling his eyebrows before you even take out the outfit you prepared - but he will wear anything and anything you offer, including a princess tutu and a bow on his head. Mini Gaz is always happy to clean up for you, but he can be sooo mean about your choice of outfits, you might just have to threaten to take his nesting priviliges away if he keeps running his mouth. Mini Price is reluctant and thinks he looks just fine, actually, but if it's his lovie who insists on putting him in some fancy shirt, well, he'll oblige. The hat still stays on, though. And mini Ghost will refuse and try to hide and run away to avoid dressing up at all costs, but if you give him some privacy and convince him that you chose the outfit specifically for him, he might emerge from his hiding spot, all bashful and shy, especially after he sees how lovingly everyone looks at him. He's just so pretty! Mini Soap literally forgets to close his mouth looking at mini LT.

If someone hurts you, they disappear and are found weeks later with what seems like snake bites on their body. What an unfortunate accident. What? Your area never had a snake problem? Well now it has, I guess. You better keep your mini force 141 close so nothing happens to them. That'll also distract you from looking for those knitting needles you seem to have misplaces. What a pity, you wanted to try and knit little onesies for your minis.

[bitethedustfools]

Yuu = gn, They/Them.

I heard Rollo Flamm has a card and I thought that he had attend NRC as punishment or like, exchange student stuff or etc and then I just had an idea.

What if RSA is in this?

Crowley didn't offer such invitation but he cant exactly said no to RSA's wanting to visit NRC so said student can have experience what's it's like in another school. Afterall, his whole reputation is on the line!

And no, it's definitely not because the other headmaster praised him for being such a thoughtful person to his students that the students flourish under his guidance and kindness like flowers or something. Definitely not.

But the problem is, NRC students absolutely despise RSA that upon seeing one popping up in the school, a manhunt immediately got issued and all dorms alike would chase after RSA like a bloodhound.

So it goes without a doubt that RSA student cannot stay with any of the dorms or else they got mauled.

Crowley thought hard and long enough (not really.) and he finally came to a conclusion!

Why, there is one person who is capable of reigning those bloodhound and making them behave with each other.

Yes, Crowley can only thought of a single person who can babysit–ahem, take care of RSA and so on. There is no one, no one that is more capable than that person.

Introducing Yuu, barely hanging on for dear life as they got assaulted by this thing called misfortune and chaos, that is also the very thing that they are holding on, which is life.

And also, trauma.

Yuu can feel their sanity and patience slipping away when Crowley just dumped someone from RSA (can be Neige, or Chenya or etc) and expect them to take care of him.

Yuu is poor and theyre living in a ramshackle dorm while being accompanied by a bottomles pit for a stomach of a cat and they have to take care of this guy that Yuu was pretty sure have more money than them.

But Yuu being Yuu have no other choice, Yuu have to take care of him until that program finish and the guy can finally go back. They just have to be patient and—

— "no, Vil. stop poisoning him. I'm not blind.", "Riddle, please refrain from using your unique magic on him just because I decline the invitation.", "Ortho, please stop. You cannot use your beam on him. did Idia tell you to do this?", "Azul, you cannot swindle him into your contract, goddammit!"

…Right. It's going to be better once everything over. Yuu also had lost count how many times they got into a fight with other students or their friends just because Yuu accompanied RSA dude. It doesn't make Yuu feel any better when the guy look at them like Yuu was a knight in shining armour.

On the side note, the RSA dude is being real helpful and nice and kind as well. Ramshackle dorm is looking a bit less mess than before. Grim is fine with him and maybe that's because he feed him or something.

Actually, Yuu got feed as well. They forgotten how to go the bed with a full belly. How nice of him even though Yuu is the host. Oh well, Yuu can rest early now.

And then life pick Yuu from the dangerous flowing river and throw them into a stormy sea and said "swim".

Yuu hadn't noticed the guy is pretty much obsess with them and just assumed every thing he had done as the RSA's typical good students.

How are they supposed to know he's that kind of guy anyway? He keeps proposing and do that kind and helpful stuffs that decent people should do, as a proof of a husband material. What should they do?

It also escaped Yuu's notice that their NRC friends aren't actually friends but rather suitors that are equally obsess with them which explained why they want to smite RSA for taking Yuu's attention.

[izzy-the-chaotic-gremlin]

They say my hunger's a problem. They tell me to curb my appetite. They say I can't keep myself from trying a bite of every plate in sight.

They worship patience, a virtue. Oh, they tell me gluttony is a sin. But my desire, it's bottomles. I wanna slit your throat and eat 'till I get sick!

@random-obsseser @chaotichyperfixations

[tavshortfortavern]

Reaper!Tav

Reaper is a job in ffxiv where the person makes a deal with a voidsent (being of pure dark aether) to share their power and fight with them in exchange for aether. They fight with a giant scythe and can absorb souls to gain a new form where they merge with the Reaper and look even more demonic. A voidsent is always consumed by hunger and can never really be satiated.

Characters: Wyll, Dammon, Rolan, Zevlor

Warnings: None

Notes: Some crossover stuff. Reaper is the coolest job. Aesthetically and storywise. I really need to get back on track instead of coming up with new ideas

Wyll

Has never heard of a voidsent so assumes your a warlock like him

In a way the two classes are similar. Devils are a lot more cunning and into contracts. Your voidsent is simply a ravenous beast.

The voidsent won't manipulate you into anything. But you feel their bottomles hunger like its your own, making you act rather scary in battle especially when you channel them and become enshrouded

There are clear ups and downs. But if you had to ask, you rather deal with the beast than annoying fucks like mizora or raphael

Once he meets your avatar his alarm does grow. Its definitely different from Mizora but no less dangerous

Overtime he does come to see that you and the voidsent do have a fairer deal. No power plays or manipulation tactics, both of you stand to gain something frok each other.

The voidsent gets to feed and experience light for the first time coming from an eternally darkness ridden world and you get a powerful boost in strength

Has an easier time opening up to you about his deal with mizora and his origins

The two of you understand sacrifice and the want to protect something with everything you had

Admires the way you fight with a scythe. He hasn't seen people fight with such a weapon

You really do look like an avatar of death

But he trusts you to have a hold of that hunger

Dammon

The most open minded of the characters

First noticed you by that giant scythe you carry on hour back. He quickly knows its not a simple farming tool. Really it was a work of art. He's happy to repair it whenever you ask

Not a common weapon either but he's seen the way you weild it. Its enough to send enemies running

But he's also seen you enshrouded, a horrifying spectre clawing out of a dark portal, like Myrkul himself appearing, merging with you

He's been to the hells and seen his fair share. But seeing your new intimidating form made him almost run as well

Doesn't really understand magic as well as wizards but he's always been fascinated with infernal machinery which is a tabboo subject

So when he sees your voidsent out and about with you, is the least bothered by it. Not that he isn't, just less so.

You say you've kinda bonded with them. Telling him the story of a world consumed by darkness, its people turned into voidsent. Your voidsent was just a regular person at some point. he's horrified at the revelation

It was the reason you were willing to bring the avatar around. To see a world with light and color. It delighted him how sympathetic you were, changing his view on the voidsent

He's happy to hear you have a fair relationship, both being equals. Something not at all true for warlocks and their patrons

Might actually greet it when you come over with the voidsent still around

Rolan

Will never admit it but your enshrouded form genuinely scares him. He puts on a brave front

The actual voidsent scares him even more. Doesn't want it anywhere near him. Thank you

Early on he just wishes to avoid it. But when you end up saving him multiple times does he begin to care about your situation

Is the most openly against your deal with the voidsent. He's seen how infernal pacts go, nothing good comes from it. He can't imagine why you would want to lend it your mana. When doing so too much would kill you

And how do you know if this things won't take over?

When he notices you drained on mana, he'll lend some of his own. You did save him and his family after all

He really wants you to get out of this deal but you reassure him that the deal it equitable

You voidsent doesn't want you gone or worse, your its main source of food after all. And you'd like to think you've bonded with them after all this time fighting side by side

He'll huff and call you a fool but doesn't push it. He knows you can handle it better than most people, your kind and good, less likely to be consumed by the temptation of power

Just dont go pushing yourself for other people too much ok? He doesn't want you dying when he hasn't really paid you back (thats all no other reason- shutupyoutwo i can see you giggling!)

Also lectured you once not to bring your voidsent into the shop you'll scare his customers

Zevlor

During that first fight at grove he noticed the strange weapon you carried. It was odd to use a farmer's tool but maybe you needed to improvise?

Then he saw you weild it and the hairs on the back his neck stood up

You were a forced to be reckoned with. Suddenly it wasn't a farmer's tool but an instrument of Myrkul. Reaping souls of your enemies

It was almost mesmerizing watching you hack and slash everything around you. But he noticed the dark energy your attacks emitted

Like Rolan, majorly concerned when he witnesses the voidsent fight by your side

He eventually asks about your abilities and you don't hide the deal you made with this 'voidsent'

Quickly grows concerned for you. There's a chance you could drain yourself dry from fighting this way

At one point he sees you merge with this things and take on a menacing appearance. The scream you let out chilled him to his bone as it sounded inhuman. You dived into battle ravenously, like a man possessed, like a hungry beast

But he couldn't take over fighting, not when you outclass most people. Still he makes sure your not overexerting yourself

The voidsent wasn't a higher being and needed you just as much as you did. It soothed his worries a little but he never likes seeing it hang around

[kimiro-art]

PLEASE MAKE A NSFW BIKER AIS OR PIRATE AIS HC 🙏🙏🙏

Coming right up!

BIKER AIS (N)SFW HEADCANON

It's not really nsfw but more like the little foreplay bevor I make the nsfw part

You and Ais have been together for a while now. It's actually kind of funny to remember how you met eachother.

You worked part-time in a small bar for little money. Just enough to stay afloat while looking for a real job. you had to deal with all kinds of people at work. Nice people who wanted to spend a relaxing time with friends. People who came to the bar almost every day to forget about their hard day at work, and sometimes there were rude customers who not only drank like a bottomles hole but also behaved unpleasantly the more they drank.

that one evening. Of course you were lucky to have such a customer. Yay. Not unusual for you, but still a pain in the ass.

a guy who has been sitting there for two hours that won't stop flirting with you. tries to get your number or, at a certain point, even suggests having some fun on the toilets, getting a little closer to you with each passing moment. too close.

Ugh.

But just as you were about to push him away. he was ripped away from you and thrown back into his chair.

“I think you’re making them uncomfortable”

a dark male voice said. you look to where the voice came from and your eyes met a man in a motorcycle helmet. He was big... really big. His leather pants and jacket made small squeaking noises as he turned to you. His helmet was completely black. You couldn't even see his eyes. but when you looked up a bit. you notice red little horns on it. Now you know that these were not part of the helmet.

After a moment of silence, he took off his helmet. Revealing sharp red eyes. Dark hair with white spots at the end and a scar across his brow. Damned. He looked really good. Way too good looking, you remember thinking.

After just looking at you, he asked you if you were okay and took a seat at the bar. A real gentleman. That night. He sat at the bar until your shift ended. Make sure the guy didn't have a chance to do anything stupid again while having a very nice conversation with you. He ended up giving you his number and even drove you home. And then. A good friendship and an even better relationship developed between the two of you. Call it a cliché, but the fact that he “saved” you was the moment you kind of fell in love with him.

You smile at the thought as you look at your phone. You just texted your boyfriend. All dressed up and ready for this date.

You had this little thing. You and Ais. You both loved night drives through the city before ending the drive at your usual spot where you always had little stargazing dates. Nothing special, but you both had a lot of fun every time.

A familiar sound pulled you out of your thoughts. A motorcycle engine. A smile spread across your face as you walked down the stairs to Ais. When you opened the door you saw Ais standing there. Sitting on his motorcycle and holds your helmet on his lap. You couldn't see his face, but you knew he was grinning. Just like every other time you see each other.

You quickly got on the back of his bike and put on the helmet he got just for you while wrapping your arms around him. He placed his hand on your thigh squeezing it a little before looking back at you.

“Ready to go, Sparrow?”

You grin, sliding a little closer to him. For safety reasons ofc.

“Let’s go”

And with that. Ais started the engine and drove onto the road. The large buildings looked so beautiful at night with all their lights. Like a cooler night sky. You just loved the way it felt and the way you strolled through the city. He made riding a motorcycle look so easy and worry-free.

You remember trying to sit on his bike alone ones. Your feet didn't even touch the ground and you had a hard time not falling over with this heavy machine. Ais had to laugh at the stressed face you made by just trying not to fall over. Not even driving the bike. It was certainly embarrassing, but you have to admit that. Cycling wasn't really your thing. You preferred to sit in the back. Hold on to Ais. Being close to him as he drove the two of you around. It somehow was calming to you.

After the trip. Ais and you finally found the little Clive just next town. It was a perfect view over all the buildings, but still far enough to see the stars shine in their full glory.

It was definitely breathtaking, just like the first time ais brought you here.

After Ais got off his bike and took off his helmet. He came straight towards you. pulling you in for a long kiss.

“I really missed you.”

You smile at that. Wrap your arms around his shoulders and just enjoy this greeting of his

“We've been apart for two days and you are already acting as if it was two decades ago.”

“It definitely felt that way. Let me just enjoy this for a bit,”

he grins as you both sit down on the grass. Looking over the city. Or at least. You looked over the city. Ais, on the other hand, was a bit more busy lookingat you. Holding you tight and kissing your cheeks and neck every now and then.

You couldn't help but giggle at his little kisses tickling your skin.

"Ais.. I thought we'd enjoy the view"

"Hmm.. actually screw the Veaw. I’d rather enjoy you a little bit.”

You blush at this. It's not like this was new to you. It wasn't the first time you and Ais had been a little distracted on your little dates here, but today he's a little bolder than usual. But to be fair. You kind of hoped it would be like this. You've both been so busy these days that neither of you have had time for dates or even intimate time.

Ais wasn't the only one who was frustrated and hungry for touch. So You moved closer to him. enjoying his teasing kisses before turning around to finally return his kiss. It's a deep kiss. You could feel his longing in it.

He pulled you closer to him before you flipped him onto his back and sat on top of him on his lap. Earning a suprised giggle from the man now below you. Break the kiss to look at him. God. He looked so beautiful like this. Waiting for you. For what you might do next. You loved this look. His eyes watch you intently.

"Oh? What’s this about, sparrow?”

He grins and you couldn’t help but return it as his hands made their way on to your hips. squeezing them slightly.

"Well, I was hoping the bike wasn't the only thing I could ride tonight."

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It's not like I wanted it to turn out but I still hope this is fine bevor the nsfw bomb

[esmemarion]

I frankly do not give too much of a fuck what two teens have to say about me, especially when they're demonizing someone for having BPD symptoms that they already openly stated they are trying their best to keep better control of two months prior (NOTE: This is an explanation, not an excuse. I do not want this getting twisted into shifting the blame). I've done bad things and I'm holding myself accountable for them. I got overly protective of my FP (who I thankfully have a much healthier friendship with now),, I got too judgy of certain people, and I crumbled at the smallest bit of confrontation and criticism. These are things I've been aware of and I have been trying my best to work on myself with. I am still sorry for what I've done and I wish to improve myself.

I'm more upset at my friends being attacked for actually being good friends to me and wanting to see me grow and change. Contrary to what some may believe, they do not Blindly Support Me. There's plenty of times where I was held accountable by them and I tried my best to take their advice. Two friends told me I have I have an issue where I tend to talk to people like they're other Mes and... that's something that really made me think about how I conduct myself.

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Somewhat related but I've been thinking about this for a while. I'm 25 and .. I think I'm outgrowing fandom culture, at least the current state of it. Fandom these days is just a toxic cesspit of discourse, parasocial behavior , backstabbing, encouraging issues for peoples' mental health.... I could go on. It's a pretty big reason my mental health has been at rock bottoml. I really despise being seen as a role model just because I can make something that at least a few people like. I didn't like this when I was primarily a Cookie Run artist and I don't like this in the Pop'n Music community. I am not someone to be looked up to like that. I'm a mentally ill and disabled adult who draws silly hippies because they're some of the only things that make me genuinely happy. They've comforted me during tough times and I only want to spread my love for them. They're still going to be a apart of my life as long as I'm even remotely fixated on them, but for now I am only going to let people who are genuinely interested in what I splurge about into my heart. Instead of people going "Hey, you're that person in the Pop'n community who draws the Sunshine Lovers," I want more of "hey, I want to know about your AU and maybe a bit about you as a person, you seem cool" - I managed to become friends with people like PhantomStrider's asset artist, DreHigbee, because he grew invested in my AU - hell, he thought the Sunshine Lovers were my OCs at first :p

I've learned that I'm a lot more comfortable and healthier in a community of a good variety of people who are compatible with me than just... A bunch of people where the only thing they have in common is the one thing they like. There are cases where the latter can work out well, like recently I joined the community Discord for Tweeterman287, a childhood YouTube staple of mine, and it's one of the most chill servers ever. We're all just a bunch of geeks talking about geek things. I wish all fandom spaces had that vibe. There is a Pop'n server I'm in that scratches that itch too, and it's a place I call home, yet the more fandom-brained folks bash it for not having room for more toxic behavior. Think of this place like a college courtyard where people are laughing and playing No Rules Football vs a playground of kids trying to take each others' lunch money

[terephin]

It’s really lonely, sometimes.

Pretty much all talk about Autism seems to revolve back around to the Special Interest this or that and I just…

I’ve never really had that, in the end? I can’t really recognise myself in the things they keep saying as if they’re The Universal Autistic Experience. And do you have any idea how much of a fraud that can make you feel like?

I’m in my 20s rn, and it was only like a few years ago that I first ever heard any mention of it being possible to be Autistic without having a special interest, and how much of a relief was that? There wasn’t yet another thing uniquely wrong with me.

But even now, I’ve only seen such things once or twice since, and every day that passes, as I feel like I lose More and More of myself to sheer, bottomles Apathy, every time I look for respurces or help, there it is again. Special Interest this, Special Interest that.

Meanwhile here am I, clouded by a haze of Apathy and barely mustering any interest in the things I love. I’m not sure I can even remember the last time I was genuinely Excited?

No matter how much I love my family, my friends, there’s just… This implicit distance? I don’t want to show how utterly, pathetically broken I am, because maybe they’ll finally realise what a waste I am, or worst of all maybe they’d really care? Waste even more time. Effort. Love on something that should’ve been tossed out with the rest of the waste material years ago.

Hah, not that I have much in the way of friends. I barely talk to anyone, I don’t join in to play when the chance comes. I just sit in my corner and watch and say I love them. And that’s not a lie, I’d NEVER lie about that but…

I’m an outsider. I genuinely CAN’T make the effort to approach myself, and even when I manage to catch hold of Something I always fuck it up somehow.

I hear about them having fun with eachother, talking with eachother, and I feel jealous because no one’s ever just… Reached out to me like that. It’s just so silent for so long and I wonder which of these times they’ll just have forgotten me completely.

And yet there I am in the end. Standing pathetically in my corner and going so easily ignored on accident or purpose and I’m too scared to ever try and find out.

Maybe I should just… Delete discord? It’s not like I deserve friends. They’d probably be better off without even having the chance to listen to my bullshit.

But I promised I’d always be there…

[seraphimfawn-fallen]

Helping Love - Character Database on Lance Altea | VLD - Omegaverse AU

SeraphimFawn-fallen Character Database/ Voltron Team - Universe.

Warnings: Abuse, Neglect, Kidnapping Mentions, Dark topics, Rape and body breakage, Mentions of Drugs, Dehydration and Mentions of Lack of eating, Mpreg.

Lance Altea - Male - Omega - Mother - Paladin, Prince, Heart of Voltron. Database Info on Lance: Lance is the youngest child and only son to King Alfor of Planet Altea and the only sibling to Allura of Altea, Lance was kidnapped as a child by a Galra commander named Yjok and was taken to a not known planet called Earth, there for 10,000 years Lance went through much torture and abuse after he was taken from his family as a 5 year old child. His supposed brother named Luis had raped him when he was 14 years old making him produce two children, they are 5 months apart, one boy and one girl that Luis then lied to his wife that they were from a surrogate while Lance was just a toy to him. Being an Omega gave him the ability to create children with his own body however, Luis had taken advantage of his heat twice and later had given birth too his first two children.

Lance, because of how he was raised from 5 years old, is short for his age at a standing 5'4, while other males are higher in height varying from 5'7 to near 6'3. Because of not being allowed to eat his growth became stunted and he did not grow much even with the small amounts of food he would eat just to prevent his cheek bones to show through his skin. His is also extremely skittish, doesn't like loud noises and flinches when someone comes into contact with him, this is the effects of PTSD he obtained as a child that followed him into his teens. Gradually his bad habits went under once he was surrounded by caring people but ultimately fell back into bad habits when he was once again kidnapped by Prince Lotor of the Galra Empire and raped once more and fell back into his old habits.

Lance considers 3 females his sisters, his biological sister Allura, his mother figure sister Veronica McClain and his last sister being Rachel McClain. He has four children, his first two being because of Luis and his last being because of Lotor, his youngest daughter was from his mate who is an Alpha, despite his bad past with Alphas, he doesn't consider Keith in that list of his bad past. He has one child that is by consent while his other three weren't by consent, but he still loves all his kids equally.

His mate is Keith, and he somehow resurrected his dead sister, Veronica from being fatally stabbed and then reunited with her in space due to both of their surprises. Lance achieved his dream of being among the stars but in reality, he just returned back to the feeling he had before he was kidnapped by Yjok.

Lance has a few scars that are the results of burns, his back was burned a bit from the explosion he prevented Coran from getting hurt but was injured in the process. His right arm at the top of his bicep, was burned by a blow torch and the same to his left thigh. He also has a few breakages, but he makes sure he doesn't overwork himself to the point he causes another breaking in his bones. He also hates being babied, Veronica used to do when he was little, and she came home from one of her many jobs and ended up finding him injured everytime.

His kids rank from oldest to youngest: Sylvio is his oldest son, Nadia and Mela are the middle children and Cole is his youngest son, however there was a time difference between Cole and Mela. At 7 months old, Mela was the oldest of Cole but because of the three year time difference, Cole who is the youngest became the second middle child and Mela the youngest.

Lance is the heart of Voltron and managed to unlock something no paladin had ever even hoped to achieve, he can feel all of the lions and the lions can feel him. They have a connection like no other, it's different from pilot to lion, it's more soul focused. If he could so much as think about it, he can see through a lions eyes and call to the lions if he much as wished.

Because he was kidnapped, Allura was forced to accept the title of next ruler of Altea but she didn't want that, she was fine with being just a princess while supporting her brother to the best of her abilities however once he recovered his memories after going to Oriande, Allura and their advisor worked a full Quintant (Day) to change everything back to the way it was before Yjok had gotten his hands on him.

Lance considers team Voltron, a certain amount of rebels (Including Matt and Veronica) and a certain amount of Blades his family.

OLD VERSION

[xanotherlostsoulx]

Hi ALS, I am so happy you are back and writing Lawlight fanfics you have been missed, especially with fans of bottomL! Just wondering if you plan on writing anything for Lawlightweek2024? And what your plans are with writing again?

Thanks!

Hi! Thank you so much for reaching out.

To answer your questions, yes, I am planning on writing for Lawlightweek and have made a start on it ready for next week :D (though I admit, work and planning a wedding has kicked my ass so I haven't written as much as I'd like to)

As to my plans for writing, I'm still trying to (re)establish myself on a03 and reconnect with people I used to chat with and people who liked my writing way back when in 2019-2021. I have been somewhat successful with this and I've been editing and bringing forward my favourite old works from my orphan account to my new one. I am currently co-writing 2 fics, my favourite being 'Gods of the New world' written with @pyreneese , finishing off some old works I never had chance to complete and working on some new stuff too.

:)

[redspottedsheep]

Hi, I saw you are taking requests!

If you want to, could you write something (anything, short or long doesn't matter) of Wind and Four interacting? (Maybe they are the first ones to meet after they go through the portal and they are looking for the other, or something else, like literally anything)

I'm curious how you imagine their dynamic!

I took the idea of them being the first to meet and ran with it, also! this turned out much longer than initially planned, and its up on AO3 for easier reading. Just in case though I'll post it here with the link as well as on my pinned post. Enjoy!

Link to AO3: Of Sailors and Smiths (3794 words) by RedSpottedSheep

What was once a peaceful sailing day turned to rough seas and a rapidly greying sky. Link, of course, was no stranger to rough days at sea. More of his life had been spent on the water than on solid ground. At least that's what Grandma said. Link had no problems with that. The sea was a place he could find adventure and feel free, a place he cherished no matter the circumstances. Like now, fighting with his sail to stay on course against whipping winds while wrestling to get his baton out of the leather pouch on his belt.

Upon managing to grab the artefact, after no struggle at all thank you, and conducting the simple yet beautiful melody of Wind’s Requiem, the sail began to obey and kept him easily on course. Yet there wasn’t much to be done about the violent waters. Now Link’s goal for the day had changed. The current task at hand was to now get back to the shore of Outset Island in one piece.   Link hadn’t had enough time to react before he was being pulled into..whatever that was. Hadn’t had enough time to turn away, to guard himself, dodge, anything. Now he was paying for that negligence in the form of falling straight onto the grassy forest floor in a wave of nausea, a splitting headache, and general disorientation. The day kept getting better it seemed.

Out of habit taught to him by now two years of combat experience, Link had managed to at least try and break his fall, throwing his shoulder in front of him to take the force, and using his arms to protect what he could of the rest of his body. Only after the dishevelled boy propped himself up and looked around did he realise he was no longer at sea. Nor washed ashore the rocks and sand of his tropical home island. No. He was in a forest with tall grass, trees, overgrowth and wildlife. Yep, that would make it a forest. Just as his shitty luck would have it. Taking in the rest of what had to be one of the weirdest situations Link had found himself in yet, he noticed that while he had been thrown into the woods, there was no trace of his boat anywhere in the immediate area, meaning either he’d been taken away from it entirely or it was off at sea most likely never to be recovered. In a flash of panic, Link shot to his feet, now aware of the absence of his baton, one of his most important items. A hasty search through his pouch yielded no results of course, he’d been holding the damned thing and now it was probably in the ocean with his likely sunken boat! 

Becoming thoroughly frustrated, Link began to walk. In what direction, he hadn’t a clue, but the smoke rising in the distance probably had something to do with it. Smoke usually meant civilization right? Maybe. Or was it monsters? Link couldn’t find it in him to care. If it was a village, great, a monster camp, better. A chance to hit something and take out his building stress was much needed and appreciated in times like these. 

The trees had now thinned, and Link could see rows of buildings and bustling streets of far more people than he could count, and of course far more than the population of his small homeland. Still, knowing that he wasn’t entirely alone was a good sign and a step forward for finding his baton and getting the hell out of there. Vendors and pawn shops had seemed the best place to start after stuffing his sword and shield into his seemingly bottomless pouch. Link had figured it best to not come as a threat while he was wandering among the vast crowds, not wanting to cause a panic. Being barely five feet tall was an inconvenience at best trying to navigate the crowd and see the different stalls set up. It took much longer than Link wanted it to, and he couldn’t help the impressive string of curses that tumbled out of his throat when he hadn’t seen his baton among any of the hundreds of  wares being displayed. All that time searching and nothing to show for it. Up until that point, Link had avoided conversation with the shopkeepers or passersby, though now it seemed inevitable if he wanted to figure out where he was. ‘Here goes nothing,’ Link thought to himself as he walked up to the nearest vendor, a man in his middle ages selling a wonderful assortment of shit the hero of winds had never seen. 

“Hey, where is this place?” Surrendering his pride in lieu of information seemed like a bad deal, but it was all Link had to go off of when the shopkeeper answered with nothing more than “Hyrule Town, Kid, your parents around anywhere?” Link should have anticipated this. Of course he would be taken as nothing more than a lost child. He could handle himself! Why did everyone assume he was helpless? A few frustrated breaths later, and Link had made his way to one of the various knights guarding what Link quickly identified as the path to what he figured was Hyrule castle, as different as it was. “I need to speak to Te-Zelda, let me through.” The armoured woman fixed him with an unimpressed gaze. “And who are you to demand an audience with the princess?” She asked, seemingly humouring him. For what, Link had no idea considering no part of the interaction indicated a joke. “Link, the Hero. Can I just get through? I really need to talk to Zelda.” Apparently, the mention of himself struck a nerve in the guard, and she tensed her sword grip. “What did you misunderstand about staying away until you get your head screwed on right? Changing your look and waltzing in here demanding to speak with the princess is an utterly stupid move. Now get out, hero, I should be throwing you behind bars for coming in here.” 

The hero’s title being spat like an insult was just the beginning of the confusion Link felt. Why was the guard suddenly so hostile? Changing his look? Get his head on right? Was this guard crazy? She had to be mistaken. “Okay, okay! I’ll leave.” Link raised his hands in mock surrender, unable to help the sarcasm that dripped from the gesture. Any intention he had of leaving was now tossed aside. Link wasn’t leaving until he had answers. Sinking back into the masses proved to be an easy task, and while he did Link searched for someone else who seemed a good source. Eventually he found the keeper of one of the pawn shops he had looked at earlier, approaching the man with his most inconspicuous facade, which, admittedly, wasn't all that convincing. Still, though, the man turned his attention to Link expectantly. “Uhm..excuse me, what happened to the hero? Link? I wanted to hear more but my parents wouldn’t tell me..” Link was grateful for the first time to be on his own. If anyone knew who he was and heard this horrid act he’d never be able to live it down.

 The shopkeeper only sighed with a shake of his head. “There’s good reason for that, boy. He may be the hero but af’er he came back, poor kid’s been off his rocker, never leavin’ that forge, always ramblin’ to himself, don’ go ‘round gettin too curious ‘bout him, for yer sake. Can't help but feel a lil’ sorry for the lad though..” 

Trying his best to ignore the man’s infuriating way of speech, Link’s eyes widened as he spoke, from trying to keep up with all the new information and maintaining his ‘innocent little kid’ act. Now his main problem was trying to get more out of the man without prying. 

“Woah.. so.. where is the forge? I wanna explore it!” Staying calm and not breaking what little character there was proved a challenge. Link, by his own nature, was expressive, and he was still barely any closer to figuring out what he’d done to these people. The shopkeeper leaned in close, his voice barely audible between the people busy with their own conversations. “Listen ‘ere, boy. Don’t you be goin’ down to that forge. Stay away from it unless you wanna get yerself killed. Take the east or west exits an’ go home.”

With a brisk nod and a dramatic shift in character as Link let his act be dropped, he turned to leave, not bothering to say anything more to the man who was clearly left stunned by the sudden change of demeanour.

Right, so all he had to do was whatever the pawnbroker told him not to. Now to find an exit to the South. He’d gotten stopped and berated in record time at the north exit, which he saw a familiar Hyrule Castle beyond. So south it was. As it turned out, though, actually finding anything in the marketplace was a challenge, though at least slowly shoving his way through the crowd gave him time to think. 

So far, Link only knew that the people of this town thought he was batshit crazy, and a recluse, had something called a forge, and that he looked different even though his appearance hadn’t changed at all since he first set out two whole years ago. Somehow it managed to be useful and also do jackshit to help him make any sense of the situation. Perhaps if he found the forge he’d get answers. 

Finally, he reached the exit and promptly noticed people rushing their children along and glancing warily out of the stone arch marking the entrance. Leaving, there was now nothing for him to go off of, simply a once frequently used dirt path being overtaken by plants and a towering stone chimney not far away. 

Locating the forge was alarmingly easy, now Link stood knocking loudly on the wooden front door, then banging his fist on the metal side entrance upon receiving no answer. Well, surely a batshit crazy guy pretending to be him wouldn’t mind if he let himself in, right? Link applauded his sense of self preservation. 

After a few minutes of struggling, Link was able to get the main door open, calling out to ensure he was truly alone before he continued making his way throughout the organised chaos that was the home. Of course, he'd closed and locked the door behind him, but that didn't stop him from spinning defensively at every slight sound, regardless of whether it was him or the persistent scampering he could hear up on the exposed rafters. Now there was nothing left for him to do but wait for who would likely be his demise to arrive. And take what he could of the shiny gems and shards of precious metal scattered everywhere.

“Red, get your stuff! We need to go!” Blue’s impatience was shining through this particular day. That's not to say the smith was upset at anything in particular, just- eccentric. Not that Vio could say anything about that, they all had their quirks and irregularities. Those differences made it difficult to stay merged for long, made them feel as though their head was splitting and their ears were ringing, and they were haphazardly stitched together. Well, perhaps putting it that way would seem dramatic.. After all they were perfectly capable of coming together as one, fully functional hylian. 

“But that’s not exactly what the kingdom sees, is it?” 

Green smiled, though it was bittersweet. Only now realising he’d been thinking aloud, Vio nodded absently, mentally making sure he had everything. Dagger, book, spare bookmark, pen, Four Sword, check. It seemed everyone was now ready to leave their second, tinier home.  

Minish village had become to feel safer than their own home in South Hyrule Field, just a short walk away from the life they’d worked so hard for, only to be discarded by the very people they fought to save. It had become commonplace for them to shrink, split and lose the time catching up with the Minish. Splitting was a tricky thing, as Link, they were fine working together- hours and days of teamwork practice had ensured that- but no matter how close of a team they could be, disputes and feuds seemed unavoidable at any given time. Like now, when Blue and Green had an impressively stupid argument about something neither Vio nor Red could figure out?

“It's getting late; let’s just merge and go, we still have a few things to do at the forge when we get back,” Green reasoned. 

He was met with an unimpressed Red. “Why can’t we just stay split? I like being able to see you guys rather than just hearing everyone!”

“Because last time someone saw us split we almost had a mob at our door.” 

Blue butted in, already leading the way with Vio toward the clearing they used for splitting and shrinking during the numerous visits to the woods.   Now merged as one and with the usual headache, Link returned to his natural size. Instinctively the colours settled into their usual places, Green at the forefront, everyone else also at the forefront, all of them ready to jump in for input if the need came, Which it often did, even without other people around. It took all of them to be Link, and that was something they wouldn’t try and change if they could. 

“What all do we need to get done at home?” “We have to finish that spare practice sword, our old one is worn down too much to be worth fixing” “I liked the old one” “We also need to fix that buckle on our shield, when it broke i'm not sure though” “Don't forget about the frayed embroidery on Green’s side of our shirt”   Link mumbled aloud as he made his way through the all too familiar path through the forest back to the forge. It was something they didn’t realise he did unless someone pointed it out, whether it be one of him or someone externally. Granted talking to someone other than himself had become a rarity after their second quest. Apparently magically becoming four and having lasting effects made for a bad reputation. Though, they did get enough interaction between Zelda’s letters -she couldn't be seen with them any more unless it was for hero things- and the minish. Grandpa Smith’s health had been declining, putting it generously, he rarely visited and could only write when he could gather the strength. 

Link was fine on their own, because they weren’t on their own. They stayed accompanied by themselves, and poured everything they had into their work.

Link pushed his straight hair away from his face with his now signature headband, and looked down at their tunic to inspect the intricate golden design stitched into the green quadrant. Blue had been right, the thread began to lift and now looked noticeably messier than he remembered. That would have to be getting fixed today before it drove Blue up the wall. This was the third time they’d put the repair at the bottom of their list of priorities. 

While walking his usual path through the undergrowth, a small silver glint caught the corner of his eye. Upon further inspection, Link picked up what looked to be a conductor’s wand, though this item in particular felt foreign, and it was clearly imbued with magic, unlike any Link had felt before. Though who would leave such an item discarded in the woods? Very few ventured this far away from the town and fewer still had ever even been exposed to magic, much less any of this calibre. It was something to look into more later, and Link carefully wrapped the item in a spare cloth before placing it into his pouch.

Returning the Four Sword to its place across his back as he walked out of the forest, Link continued west to the forge. Though a small, disquieted feeling followed him, urging his body forward in a steady haste. Something felt amiss, and Link’s feeling was validated when he saw light coming from inside the familiar dwelling despite the late hour. Another good sign was probably the loud clang of metal being dropped to the ground followed by a less than quiet string of curses. Whoever had broken in had to be either inexperienced or careless, things that didn't usually favour stealth. 

With a small grumble, Link readied his sword and one of the many concealed daggers they carried. It wouldn’t be difficult to arm oneself in a weapons forge, so he figured his best bet was to be ready to clean crimson off the wall. One fed up sigh later and Link took hold of the newly crooked doorknob and pushed the door open, stepping toward what was his first and final straw for the day.

It didn’t take long for Link to find the intruder, a mere child by the looks of him. Round, expressive features telling of his age paired with blonde curls, blue eyes and skin tanned by blaring sun. Those same features spun around to face him as soon as the forge door was opened. Before the child could reach for his own sword’s hilt, the Four Sword was already pointed at the boy, dangerously close to his chest. The windswept boy raised his hands in surrender, showing the soot he’d accumulated from no doubt snooping through the smith’s tools. 

“You have about a minute to explain what you’re doing here; what are your intentions?” Link growled, ignoring the voice inside telling him to lower the sword he was pointing at the kid. 

“Are you Link?” He asked carefully, lowering his hands to his sides and trying not to show his blatant shock both at the situation and the person standing in front of him. He looked around his own age if not younger if height was the basis. “Who’s asking?” the smith asked suspiciously. 

“I came here to see if you could help me, I’m Link.” Blue eyes subtly widened;  “Help? Don’t play games with me, you broke into my house and rummaged through my supplies! That's not how you ask for help!”

“I'm not playing games! I got pulled through a purple mass at sea and ended up here. I don't know how to get back home and when I asked around the town everyone started talking about me..you? saying how the hero went insane or something!” For a moment the sailor could swear he’d seen the colours in the other boy’s eyes swirl a multitude of shades before settling on a violet hue. The sword pointed at his chest slowly lowered and he was met with curious interest. 

“The sea you say? There are no harbours anywhere near here. Hyrule is far inland..” The sword returned to rest on the smith’s back and Link let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. “Follow me and we can talk about this in the house.” With unexpected speed the smith turned and without waiting left the forge, the sailor hurrying behind him. In the main room, the two settled across from one another at a small table. 

“To answer your question earlier,” the smith began, ��yes, I am Link, and I’m Hyrule's hero. Now tell me, where exactly have you come from?” 

“Me too, I’m called the Hero of the Winds, I live on Outset Island in the Great Sea. I was sailing when a storm hit and I was tossed into a gateway of some kind. I got thrown around some and ended up in the woods. I lost my boat and something of great importance to me, so I asked around the town and now I'm here.”

“Great Sea? I don't think such a thing exists. Perhaps it has something to do with the gateway you mentioned.. Though I’ve never heard of a Hero of Winds, there are tales of a hero before me, however, the Hero of the Skies. He was said to be an incarnation of the hero long before current times.” 

“Incarnation huh? So.. I'm a hero..after you? So you mean to say that gateway took me into the past?!” The sailor questioned, scrambling to make sense of the new information. “It’s unlikely, but magic does exist, so not impossible. Still, it’s strange. We may need to get Zelda involved, I’m worried this may be the work of Vaati, or worse.” 

“Vaati?- Wait, did you say Zelda? How would she be here? She didn’t go through the gateway with me.” The sailor questioned. “You have a Zelda too? Could it be possible that- nevermind, This time has a Princess Zelda as well, though I doubt they are one in the same. She may be able to make sense of this. As for the item you mentioned, what exactly was it if I may ask?”  

“A baton, it’s an artefact I use given to me by my mentor. I can control the wind with it, I need to find it before anything else but the town didn't have anything even close to it.” 

  The smith raised an eyebrow, silently digging through his bag and retrieving the wand he’d found on the forest floor, unravelling the cloth and setting it on the table. “Could this be it? I found it on the ground walking home.” When the Hero of Winds stared wide eyed at it, Link second guessed for a moment until the item was snatched with a cry of relief. “I thought it was lost at sea! I can’t believe you found it, I looked for hours in the town and it was in that forest the whole time! A small smile graced the smithy’s face before it morphed into a worried frown. “The gateway magic is worrying, what you described sounded to me like dark magic, we need to get to the castle and inform Zelda.” Settling back into the conversation, Link nodded. “Though, I thought the people here hated you? When I asked to see Zelda I almost got arrested.” 

With a darkened expression, the Minish Hero shook his head. “My last quest had some..lasting effects. The townspeople are simple minded and untrusting. Zelda was there though, she tried to get them to understand but they wouldn’t budge on the matter. We’ll have to go through my father to get into the castle with his escort.” Both heroes stood, readying themselves. As they prepared to leave for the castle, the smith turned suddenly and deadpanned, “Before we go, put back all of the materials you pocketed.”

[eggsharked]

Introduction

Hey Y'all I'm Charlotte (She/Her) 🏳️‍⚧️

pfp is by @scwambledeggs

I spent most of my time playing the bass and coding

Currently I am developing a game engine called Bottomles-Pit which you can check out here:

or on my website:

Thanks for reading all the way through here is my cat :3

[wildthingpoorboy]

CYOA - Adrien's Average Day Pt 8

Sorry for the delay but a huge thunderstorm hit my area Friday night and knocked out the power all weekend. We got another tie but this time I'm going to take out my vote and see what you all really wanted. We're really close to the end.

*Adrien is staying with Miss Bustier. He will be late to the appointment with Style Queen. Audrey will be angry.

*Adrien is staying with Miss Bustier. He will not have a chance to see Chloe.

"Actually, I want you to bend over that desk."

"Oh do you now?" Miss Bustier asked. "Staying for some extra credit?"

"Just making sure I get that A plus," Adrien smirked.

Bottomles, Miss Bustier turned around and leaned over the desk. Looking over the shoulder to Adrien, she smiled and gave her ass a little shake. This seemed to do the trick for Adrien. A second wind of energy came to him. Adrien stood up and pushed Miss Bustier's head down against the desk.

"Adrien?" she yelped. Miss Bustier didn't expect the unnecessary roughness, but she welcomed the change. Adrien grabbed Miss Bustier by the hips, lifting her up slightly. She reached her arms across and grabbed the end of the desk. Adrien guided the tip in and then slammed his hips hard against Miss Bustier's ass. He did it again, this time hard enough for the desk to shake slightly.

Adrien kept thrusting his hips against Miss Bustier's ass. He wanted to see her ass shake every time. He wanted the desk to shake every time. He wanted Miss Bustier's voice to shake every time he fucked her pussy from behind. Adrien pounded at Miss Bustier's ass, feeling the pussy tighten every time she helped. Adrien bit his lip, but it still couldn't hold back his own groans.

"Miss Bustier," he groaned. "I can't hold on. I'm gonna-"

"Do it in my mouth!" she managed to yell. On command, Adrien pulled out of Miss Bustier and spun her around. He pushed her down to her knees and without warning shoved his cock into her mouth and down her throat. Grabbing the back of her head with both hands, Adrien thrust himself deeper until his balls were hitting Miss Bustier's chin.

"Swallow it! Swallow it," he demanded. And with a loud moan, Adrien came into his teacher's mouth. She slapped his ass a few times while muffled voice attempted to call out to him. It was only a moment later that Adrien fell back onto the chair. A trail of cum between him and his teacher who was coughing up more of his jizz.

"Told you I could handle it," said Miss Bustier, licking Adrien's cum off her chin.

"It's not that I doubted you," he said. "I just prefer not to be so...mean."

"You sweet boy," Miss Bustier stood up to kiss Adrien on the forehead.

The two got dressed. Adrien did everything he could to not watch Miss Bustier put her panties back on, lest he get hard and go a third round. It was late enough. Miss Bustier kissed Adrien several more times before finally letting him go.

Adrien wobbled to the school's entrance. His limo was waiting for him with his bodyguard and Nathalie inside. Adrien got in with a sigh.

"I trust you had fun?" Nathalie asked. Adrien didn't respond. If he disheveled clothes didn't give it away, the smell certainly told everyone what he had been doing.

"You missed your earlier appointment," Nathalie said. "Miss Bourgeois says she still wants to see you. But we could go straight home, if you'd like. Unless you have somewhere else you'd like to go."

[benedictks]

i see, your problem is your proctologist, got both hands on your shoulders while you're bottomleds

[svyat0s]

My answers to task 474 #I_am_here_eternity

1. How did you come up with your nickname? Why exactly this one?

Then the three of us changed our family surnames to one - Albireo, a star of creative people, besides, it is beta Cygnus, and one of my psychotype totems is a swan, besides, this is a star system, and I am also a plural. Well, now I’m taking a family nickname - AlbireoMKG (my creative group Albireo, it's in German, so Kreative, not creative). But you already know about this, I’ve told it hundreds times.

2. What is your life motto?

There are no fairy tales with unhappy endings. There are yet untold tales. I took the same phrase as the company's slogan, but shortened it to - Happy-end happens. Always.

3. Your best friend. What associations do you have with him?

Mephis (you can read more about him in my book #Bottomles, it's in russian still, but in the process of the translation.) Huge absurd. Beauty. Spider.

4. To become your friend, what traits does one need to have?

Sincerity. The ability to confirm your beauty. Codependency skills. Lack of personal boundaries. In any situation, choosing me. I am a paranoid possessive maniac, to be my friend, you need to be the same possessive maniac. In general, all those traits that psychotherapists are now trying to level out, convincing people that this is bad. That neighborly relationship, without any conditions to each other, are healthy relationship. So, guys, this is awesomely social, and is suitable at work, in the entrance, and in the store. But this is not a relationship at all. Soviet poet Asadov has a poem A Word about Love. Well, those who know how to love according to Asadov are able to become my friend. And who... who are you contrasting with the Singer of Life as a real poet? Brodsky? Bryusov? Pasternak? Well, to friend and to love according to Brodsky, you won’t be able to.

5.Your hobby.

I collect stones (simple ones, from underfoot, beautiful, with pictures on them, or from different places), stamps, postcards, coins, banknotes, badges. I'm also a writer - but it's not really a hobby; it's the only thing in the physical universe that doesn't piss me off.