#but when it got plugged in properly one of the left ones just did not have the sl and sr buttons working

[spiderman616]

my bootleg switch joycons are killing themselves SOMEONE HELP! HELP ME!

[vigilxnte-shit]

anxiety || matt murdock x reader

tuna-tober day 9

summary: inside out 2

word count: 815

warnings: BYE im finishing this half asleep at one am with 50 mg of zoloft in my system it’s not edited at all and also there is obviously anxiety mentions i might delete this in the morning okay bye 

a/n: largely based on my own experiences with anxiety so i hope i didn’t make it too specific!

this is an 18+ blog. minors dni. || masterlist

it started with your sleep schedule. 

you’d never been an early riser, staying up until the sunlight since you had learned how to read when you were six, always one to prefer the quiet and the dark to invasive sunlight and early-morning birdsong. the night had become a friend, a peaceful state in which you got to just be. you’d survived high school on four hours of sleep a night- that was how much you loved your quiet hours. 

but you weren’t in high school anymore. one four-hour night now rendered you a dysfunctioning zombie, and that was the most sleep you’d gotten in a single night this week. you’d spent your time at the office blinking a lot and picking up a fresh coffee cup every two hours. foggy had needed to take your fourth brew out of your hands, insisting he could practically hear your heartbeat, and it was about to jump out of your chest at this acceleration rate. 

you had walked home with matt, as per usual, hand in his as you “guided” him through the streets. he was good at keeping up the blind act, and you used that to zero in. you watched him tap his cane back and forth, nodded along to his stories, and threw in the occasional “yeah.” it was almost embarrassing, the way he was leading you instead, but your mind was not on the new york sidewalk with him. 

“is everything alright?” he’d asked at dinner, concern written in his sightless eyes. you’d just nodded and taken your next bite, taking your time chewing. 

“just a little anxious, is all.” 

he’d already known that. it was almost too obvious, actually, between the lack of sleep and the zoning out and the rising heart rate, but he hadn’t wanted to press. instead, he’d left for patrol with the best reassurances he could give you: that he’d be safe and back before you knew it, that he loved you and that he couldn’t wait to be back in your bed, but when he snuck out the window, the last shreds of your sanity clung to the tails of his black mask. when the devil left, the remaining demons were always harder to deal with. 

“do they hate me?” you thought. “karen and foggy. do they actually like me or do they just tolerate my presence for matt?” no, you reminded yourself, they’re my friends, they at least like me…

and the flood gates were opened. 

did they actually like you, or was it just courtesy? did you come up in conversations over beer at josies, and if you did, was it in a positive light? did they think you were incompetent? you certainly thought so- the way you still couldn’t figure out legal strategy, the way your messed up sleep patterns sometimes had you file things incorrectly. maybe you had answered a call incorrectly. wait, the phone lines had gone down a couple of days ago- maybe it was a miscommunication. they wouldn’t hold that against you, right? actually, on that note, had those been plugged in again properly? what if there was a fault in the wire? was the office on fire? no. that was ridiculous. you could check in the morning…you could call matt. he could stop by and check. of course you could, he’d be more than happy to, because he loved you.

…right?

that was the thought you couldn’t move past. the one that kept you awake, staring at your ceiling, analyzing every detail of every interaction you and matt had recently shared. he didn’t seem off, at least not in any typical matt sense, but maybe he was hiding it. how could he ever love someone who talked so much, who thought too much, who-

“sweetheart.” 

his low, gravelly voice instantly pulled you out of your stupor. 

“matty?” you asked softly. “you’re back early.” 

“couldn’t leave,” he admitted. “i’ve been outside the window. didn’t like how fast you were breathing.”

that was all he had to say. that was matt speak for “i know you need me”. you watched as he slowly changed, stripping down as casual as ever before pulling on a clean pair of boxers and jumping in bed with you. 

without a word, you snuggled up to his chest. he held you close against him, his hand cupping your skull in a protective gesture. 

“we gotta figure this out,” he said softly. “get you some meds, or a therapist, or something.” 

you nodded. you didn’t have the energy for anything else. 

with a smile and a soft kiss to your temple, he whispered to you. 

“close your eyes. let’s rest that pretty head, yeah? we’ll talk about this in the morning.” 

but his sentence was only heard by the surrounding air, filled with the sounds of your even breath. 

the best medicine for your racing heart was his.

[chaotic-orphan]

Intoxicating Fear (XVIII)

New Player on the board

Part one // Masterpost // Continued from here

This part is dedicated to @neongalaxiie for their comment that made me smile today, I hope you enjoy!

*~*~*~*~*

Ambrose got Kit into the car with relative simplicity. He was surprisingly lighter than before, which didn’t concern Ambrose. Not at all, it was just some information he stored in his head in case he needed it in future. Perhaps this time Ambrose can actually feed the hero properly…

Well, he could decide all that on the way. Right now he had to decide whether or not to throw the hero in the boot or in the backseat. He settled on the backseat, it was easier to keep an eye on the hero in case that red lightning guy came back.

Ambrose suppressed a shiver at the thought of that. That thing wasn’t Kit Mallory. Or, not the one Ambrose knew anyways. It did add to his curiosity about the boy, what kind of life he lived with Mentor. Ambrose set him in the backseat sitting up, hands cuffed in front of him with power dampeners just in case. He strapped the seatbelt over Kit and plugged it in before slamming the door shut and walking around to the driver’s side.

Ambrose didn’t exactly drive… under the radar. He was what his assistant would call a petrolhead, and it wasn’t a nickname he loathed. Ambrose had loved cars since he was five and his parents brought him to a vintage car show. He could still remember the first time he sat behind the wheel of a 1954 Bentley R-Type continental, he knew that he had to have one. A car that was, not a Bentley, he wasn’t some wedding chauffeur.

His obsession with cars only grew from there, from his first Volkswagen to now. His beast, his beauty, his pride and joy: a 2016 Rolls-Royce Wraith, with a monster 6.5 Litre Twin-Turbo V12 engine under the bonnet, custom painted black exterior. He had to get Tony to paint the door handles too (who almost cried when she saw it). Ambrose replaced the original wheels with forgiato wheels to add to the sleekness of the car. Original white, leather interior still as good as the day Ambrose bought it.

He loved it more than anything in the world.

And it was all his.

It represented everything that he wanted people to associate with him. Elegant, opulent, and functional, above all functional. The grace, style and status were just perks that came along with it.

It was late, close to ten when Ambrose got onto the main road. He could take the quick way through the backstreets to his house, but he hadn’t seen the city of like lights for what felt like a long, long time. He took the left into the city and drove along at a leisurely pace.

The radio was playing softly in the background, the Wraith’s purrs making up most of the background noise. Ambrose let out a soft sigh as he pulled up to a red light. He glanced in his rearview to see Kit still fast asleep. No red veins or blue ones, his head lolled against the window.

There was something so innocent about the gesture that made Ambrose look sharply away, eyes turning front again. He never had a little brother or sister, but in that moment, some small part of him — some delusional, sentimental part — wondered if this was what it was like. Checking the rearview to make sure that his brother was sleeping soundly, that he wasn’t showing any signs of pain or distress, or psychotic mania.

He wondered if he would be a good older brother in this hypothetical. Then he quickly disregarded the thought. Such a silly little thought experiment. Besides, of course he would be a good older brother. He would be the best, hands down, no doubt about it. Even if his passenger in the backseat would disagree.

His mind was wandering dangerously, simply because it was so quiet. It had to be because it was quiet, so Ambrose turned up the radio louder, but the song that was playing just ended. Instead a news reporter started speaking urgently.

Ambrose shook his head, tapping his fingers on the wheel when the light turned green just beside Hero plaza: well, Mentor’s memorial garden, more specifically.

“Stay out of the city tonight, there is a rogue Villain, perhaps Supervi—”

Ambrose didn’t get to hear the rest of the news report. When the light turned green he was already moving past the intersection, heading straight, driving through the Hero Plaza in the centre of the city.

His eyes were fixed forward so he didn’t see the hailstorm of debris from a shattered building coming from the right. He didn’t see the Supervillain levitating where Mentor’s statue should have been.

Ambrose didn’t see what was happening to his right. More like he heard it. A sudden onslaught of panicked thoughts that weren’t his raced through his mind and he panicked along with them.

What! They’re never this strong! Not unless— Ambrose glanced to his right and saw Villain levitating ten metres off the ground. As if meeting his gaze, the villain threw his hands forward and a hailstorm of debris went racing towards them.

Ambrose hit the gas, manoeuvring the gears quickly as he took off. The debris fell behind the Wraith, some stones clipping the tail end as he swerved a sharp corner, trying to cut off Villain’s eyesight from the car.

Of course, this was the same moment that Kit woke up. His head hit off the window of the car and he groaned, reaching his hands up to rub the bump. “Ambrose?”

Ambrose’s black eyes caught Kit’s in the rearview mirror. Something hard in them alerting Kit to the danger. “We have a problem.”

“A problem?”

Just as Ambrose was about to drive back into Villain’s sight line, debris like meteorites fell in front of them, tearing up the road ahead of the Wraith. Ambrose slammed his foot on the brakes and the pair jolted forwards in their seats.

“What’s going on?!” Kit demanded, searching the windows to try and see what the commotion was all about. Behind them Kit could see a pile up of cars, people screaming and sirens already blaring. “Ambrose!”

Ambrose’s grip on the wheel was white-knuckled, his face paler than usual as his chest heaved up and down. “There’s a Villain by Mentor’s memorial garden.”

“What?! Let me out!”

Ambrose didn’t reply. Kit went to unhook his seatbelt but Ambrose stopped him. “Kit! It looks like they have telekinesis,” Ambrose said through clenched teeth.

It felt as if the debris fell on Kit’s chest, crushing it from the inside out. A disbelieving what? fell from his lips. His vision seemed to narrow to a pinpoint, his lungs slowing his breaths. His voice raised a little hysterically: “what do you mean they have telekinesis?”

“It’s just what I saw.”

“Well you saw wrong!” Kit argued, his eyes wide and desperate. “The chances of another telekinetic—”

“I know—”

“Do you hear what you’re saying?! There’s no way—”

“I KNOW!” Ambrose barked. His own emotions thrown through a loop at the information.

A long, choking silence passed between them, though they were both thinking the same thing: that Villain can’t be Mentor.

~*~*~*~

Four blocks away a new Supervillain was making their mark in front of the Hero plaza. He was levitating off the ground, bits of debris from Mentor’s memorial statue circling around him like moons of Saturn.

Superhero tried not to think about how much this Supervillain reminded him of Mentor. He really tried not to think about it, but he couldn’t stop himself. The likeness was uncanny, and it was rare for two people with the same abilities to emerge in the same city. It happened but it was rare.

Telekinesis. And not just that, a mastery of his ability, how effortless the destruction seemed to him. An unwillingness to yield.

This must be Supervillain, and if it was Superhero was hesitant to engage. Which sounded terrible as the leader of the Heroes but, even leader’s get scared.

Supervillain was fighting four seasoned Heroes and Superhero all at once — not to mention Tides who was the only new recruit there — without breaking a sweat. Superhero had tried to call Kit, but no luck. Supervillain’s face was covered by a mask and he wore civilian clothes, as if this was a casual affair for him. Like he just walked off the streets and decided, why not cause some chaos? Sirens and emergency services rushed to the scene of people in need, people who had been hit by the debris.

Thankfully, it looked to be a small amount of casualties due to how late it was, but still. Something was wrong with the scene, and Superhero needed to find out what. If that Supervillain… was actually Mentor or not.

And if so, how? How was he here? Why had he escaped and turned out like this? What was going on?! A Supervillain? Threatening the city? That wasn’t Mentor’s way… unless this was Omen’s plan all along, to destroy the legacy of a great man. To make the great man a monster and destroy it himself.

Supervillain inclined his head at Superhero, raising his hand palm up and flexing his fingers goading Superhero into a fight. Superhero lunged for him, bouncing from one building towards Supervillain. When he was in mid-air, Supervillain made a wide sweeping gesture with his arm and a hurricane of rocks and concrete hurtled towards Superhero.

He dodged between the initial wave, but he didn’t expect the second. Mentor’s stone arm caught him around the waist and the pair went flying into a building.

While Superhero was distracted, Supervillain turned his attention to Tides. He aimed for the water under her feet keeping her in the air, wiping it away with a sweep of his arm. Tides cried out as she started to fall, but Supervillain caught her, keeping her suspended in mid-air.

Superhero recovered quickly, and went soaring again, taking the wind in his wings with a grin. It felt so good to let them out again. His eyes zeroed in on Supervillain, hoping he would realise Superhero was behind him too late and they could all go home and sleep in their beds tonight.

At the last second, right before Superhero made contact with Supervillain, Supervillain turned their head to Superhero. Superhero’s eyes widened but it was too late, they had committed to the movement, already in mid air. With a sweep of his hand, Supervillain sent Superhero back two blocks, tumbling onto a rooftop. His wings wrapped around him cushioning his fall as he rolled.

Supervillain turned back to Tides who was struggling in his hold and shot towards her. He grabbed her by the neck, and threw her down onto a roof behind her. Tides almost passed out from the impact, her entire body arching as breath was stolen from her lungs. Her body bounced off the concrete, like she was a rag-doll being thrown before rolling to a stop, gasping in air. Supervillain followed her with easy steps, before kicking her onto her back and standing above her. He pressed his foot down on her chest.

“Where’s Malyn?” Supervillain asked, tilting his head. Tides cried out as Supervillain’s foot gathered telekinesis behind it and forced her down into the concrete, cracking the roof around her. A small crater Tides shaped now etched on the rooftop.

“I won’t tell you,” Tides said through gritted teeth. The pressure increased and Tides screamed, her hands flying to Supervillain’s ankle and clawing at it, trying to get it to budge. Supervillain put his hands in his trouser pockets, as if this were a casual conversation, like he wasn’t even breaking a sweat.

“Tell me or I’ll break every bone in your body, Tides.”

Tides abandoned trying to dislodge Supervillain’s foot, and instead gathered a canon of water behind him. She splayed her fingers and the canon blasted towards Supervillain before losing momentum as Tides let out a blood-curling scream.

Her wrist snapped like a twig, leaving her arm useless as she tried to summon water. The pain was blinding, but Supervillain didn’t let up for a second, moving his foot idly from her chest to her broken wrist.

“Where,” Supervillain asked again, leaning forward so more of his weight pressed on Tides’ wrist. “Is Malyn?”

“I don’t know,” Tides cried out, her mind going blank as the pain burned through her, tears blinding her. “I don’t know! I don’t!”

“Hmm,” Supervillain hummed above her. “I don’t believe you.”

Tides screwed her eyes shut and looked away, not wanting to see the final blow coming. She wasn’t masochistic enough for that, quite happy to live in blissful ignorance.

Then the pressure was suddenly off her with a thump of body meeting body and Tides' eyes flew open. Supervillain was gone, and Tides took to sobbing. She glanced at her mangled wrist and felt bile climbing her throat. Every breath was an effort as she tried to sit up and failed, opting to just lay on the roof, motionless and cry.

Superhero shot like a bullet, barreling into the new Supervillain and flying away from the city to the local park instead where there would be far less casualties. Superhero threw Villain down to the ground with a terrifying force and floated down after him.

~*~*~*~

Ambrose kicked the car into reverse just as Kit saw two figures flying over the night sky. “Ambrose! We have to go after them! That’s Superhero!”

Ambrose hooked his arm over the passenger seat, turning to look back out the window as they reversed.

“Do I look like I care?” Ambrose asked, meeting Kit’s glare. “Genuine question, Mallory. Do I look like I give a shit what happens to the number one fuck up in the city? Cause if I do, I need to fix that.”

“This isn’t some joke! Stop the car. Let me out! Let me go, Ambrose.”

“No.”

“That could be Mentor!” Kit yelled after Ambrose turned front again and manoeuvred around the debris in the road. Kit huffed out a breath through his nose reaching for his seatbelt.

“Don’t touch your seatbelt if you know what’s good for you, Kit, I swear to God. I will knock you out again.”

Desperation rose in Kit’s stomach as Ambrose took a backstreet shortcut to get out of the city. Kit could only watch as they passed the park. Superhero was hovering over the trees, throwing a body down into the grass when Ambrose sped past.

~*~*~*~

Supervillain rolled until he gained ground beneath his fingertips and got to his feet two metres away from Superhero.

“Who are you?!” Superhero demanded, voice livid.

Supervillain tilted his head but said nothing. Superhero’s lip curled back into a snarl and he shot off again, leaving a small crater where his feet were. Flying wasn’t exactly a great superpower, but it was what Superhero had and he learned to use it to his advantage in fights.

He flew at Supervillain, drawing his fist back with a roar and aimed for Supervillain’s cheek. Supervillain lifted his forearm, diverting the blow. He punched Superhero in the gut, a jab, then an uppercut. Superhero dodged back, pushing off his heels as his hands outstretched going for Supervillain’s porcelain mask.

Supervillain ducked, swiping Superhero’s legs out from under him. Superhero dropped, his back barely hitting the ground before he launched himself towards Supervillain.

Supervillain moved with speed and grace, as if he’d been fighting all his life, and he didn’t even seem to be breaking a sweat. Superhero, on the other hand, was tiring quickly, not used to the amount of power and focus he was using to try and land a hit on Supervillain.

Supervillain went to sweep his arm. Superhero caught it with a death grip, grinned and spun. Planting his left foot in the ground he pivoted and threw Supervillain as far as he could. Supervillain went flying backwards, getting caught in the leaves of a tree. The branches split and broke around him, a tear in the earth opening from where Supervillain had split the tree open to let himself down.

He wiped the leaves off his shoulders and Superhero grinned. Maybe he can be beaten. Superhero launched himself at Supervillain again, not giving him a chance to recover.

“Enough playtime.” Supervillain said.

Supervillain lifted a hand lazily and Superhero froze in mid-air, the air turned against him, freezing him in place. Superhero’s eyes widened. That’s not possible. There’s no way that he’s… that that’s Mentor, there’s…

Villain walked slowly towards Superhero, taking his sweet time about it. He stopped in front of Superhero, mask to face. “Don’t you recognise me, Superhero?”

Superhero flinched at the voice. It was disguised, which… no, there’s no way that was Mentor. Mentor was always transparent and never wore a mask. He wouldn’t.

But then again… that’s when Mentor was a hero, a symbol of peace and justice in the city.

Villain reached out and grabbed a fistful of Superhero’s hair, yanking his head back. Superhero grit his teeth but didn’t cry out. “Where’s Malyn?”

Superhero’s shock must have shown on his face. “What?”

Villain yanked their neck back farther and Superhero couldn’t contain the groan from the strain. “Malyn. I want him. Now. Where. Is. He?”

Superhero frowned. Surely Mentor would know where Kit lived? But then… no, he wouldn’t. Kit moved after Omen drove Mentor crazy.

“You won’t find him.” Superhero said, huffing a breath out through their nose. Supervillain hummed. He stepped back and clicked his fingers. Superhero’s body moved at an impossible speed, back snapping against the bark of a tree and Superhero cried out.

Supervillain didn’t stop. He was dragged back along the dirt by his ankle, as if being pulled by an invisible lasso. He blacked out from the blow, but his brain shot him back into consciousness as his back was dragged harshly over the terrain. Supervillain came into view again. Superhero’s body was forced up as if suspended from the air, hanging like a limp puppet.

“Malyn, Superhero. I don’t have the patience for this game of cat and mouse.”

“Why… why are you—” Superhero’s breath hitched as his body contorted against his will. “D-doing this?”

“I want the boy. If you don’t bring him to me in three days, I will destroy the rest of the city, and all of your pathetic heroes.”

Supervillain closed their hand into a fist and Superhero screamed. “Have him meet me at the Hero Academy, 10pm. Alone. Any funny business and I’ll make sure that Tides dies, do you understand?”

“T— Leave Tides alone! Take- take me!”

“Oh, I would,” Supervillain said, opening his fist again. Superhero fell to the ground, his head slapping off the dirt. Supervillain crouched down in front of him and with a gloved hand tilted Superhero’s chin up. “But you have the best chance of getting me what I want. The boy for Tides. Hero Academy. Three days. 10 O’clock, got it?”

Superhero let out a broken breath of air which Supervillain took to mean yes. Villain slapped Superhero’s cheek. “Good boy. At least you still know how to take orders.”

Villain disappeared after that, leaving Superhero shaking in the dirt.

~*~*~*~

Ambrose didn’t even bother to make Kit forget the way to his house. If he was honest, he was exhausted. This was not how tonight was supposed to go. They pulled up to Ambrose’s house, stopping in front of two giant gates. Ambrose pressed a button and the gates opened.

“What are you, Batman?” Kit asked as he took in the mansion they were driving into. Ambrose chuckled at the comment but didn’t reply. The gates closed behind them as they drove in. The driveway was long, like something out of a movie and had a fucking roundabout at the entrance to the house.

Ambrose opened the door and stepped out. He walked around to the passenger side and opened Kit’s door, pulling the seat forward. “You can get out now, child.”

“I’m not a child,” Kit grumbled, obeying the order.

“Yes, you are,” said Ambrose with a sigh. He slammed the door after Kit got out, locking the doors over his shoulder with a click of his keys and a flash of lights. “You don’t do anything without being told, and you push boundaries like a fucking toddler.”

“Yeah, your stupid enforced boundaries because you’re a fucking control freak, and everything has to go Ambrose’s way! Right?!”

Ambrose ignored him, unlocking the door to his house and holding it open from Kit to follow. Kit scoffed and walked inside.

“You know this whole silent brooding thing is really starting to piss me off!” Kit told him.

Ambrose shut the door and locked it. “Your irritation is duly noted. I’ll file it under I don’t give a fuck.”

Kit whirled on Ambrose again, about to tear him a new one but paused. Ambrose stood pinching the bridge of his nose, letting out a long, laboured sigh. Kit bit back his gripes.

“Tell you what,” Ambrose said eventually. His voice soft and so un-Ambrose like. Tired, Kit realised. It was as if all energy had been zapped from him after the drive, and maybe it was. Adrenaline had a habit of doing that to you. Ambrose took the key for the cuffs out of his pocket and tossed it. “You can sleep on all of the names you want to call me, and tell me over breakfast tomorrow.”

Kit caught the key, eyes wide with surprise as he unlocked the cuffs around his wrist. He glanced up at Ambrose, but Ambrose was already making for the stairs with tired movements. He lifted a hand without turning back to face Kit.

“Take whatever room you want. I honestly couldn’t care less.”

Kit stood shocked as he watched the villain ascend the staircase straight from the titanic to the second floor. Disbelief ebbed to his own wave of sleep that overtook him and he followed Ambrose up the stairs. He could think more tomorrow. Sleep would bring clarity. He could think logically in the morning.

Kit took the door closest to him and kicked off his shoes. He pulled his jacket off, unzipping his jeans, stepping out of them as he fell into— fuck this was probably the most comfortable bed he ever lay on.

That was his last thought before the blackness swallowed him, eyelids falling heavy over his eyes.

*~*~*~*~*

Continued here

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[mj-iza-writer]

Trigger Warning... mentions of periods.

The vein of my existence. -MJ

"Um Master", Whumpee peaked in.

"What do you need?", Whumper didn't bother to look up from his computer work.

"My chores are all done, but my period just started is there anyway I could lay on the couch", Whumpee clutched their stomach, "I feel really nauseus and the cramps are really bad. I just threw up also."

Whumper looked up from his work, "that's fine, do you have everything you need?"

"Yes sir, I still have pads from last month", Whumpee sighed as they laid on the couch, "I was cleaning the bathroom floor when I felt really nauseated, then I threw up into the toilet. I finished cleaning and felt some cramps, so I checked myself."

Whumper nodded, "I was wondering when you would start. You've been acting weird the past few day."

"I have?", Whumpee looked up worriedly.

Whumper nodded, "nothing bad, just normal behavior for when you're about to start", Whumper grinned, "I know it's nothing you can control so I patiently deal with it."

"Oh sorry", Whumpee looked down.

"It's fine", Whumper looked back at the computer, "I've got a face time call coming in."

Whumpee nodded, knowing that meant to be quiet.

Whumpee listened to Whumper's meeting. They closed their eyes a few times before Whumper had finished.

Whumper closed the computer when the FaceTime was over.

"Are you going to sleep over there?", Whumper grinned.

"No just trying to find the awkward pose that alleviates the pain and nausea", Whumpee opened their eyes, "you turned off everything right? Even the camera?"

"Yes sir, mom, everything is off", Whumper sighed and looked over.

"You know it's amazing. I'm so nauseous, and yet I'm craving chocolate", Whumpee sighed, "why do I always crave chocolate?"

Whumper reached down the side of his seat and pulled out a few tiny chocolate bars.

He smiled as he chucked each one at Whumpee.

Whumpee sat up after the last one hit their face, "ouch", Whumpee sighed, then picked one to eat, "thanks."

"With the sacrifice of my chocolate, the beast has been fed", Whumper mocked.

Whumpee grinned, "I eat more of your chocolate than you do."

"Yeah, I know you sneak into my stash and help yourself", Whumper watched Whumpee eat the candy, "I should say try to sneak, because you don't do a good job at hiding it."

Whumpee giggled a little while opening it.

"Ow... oww", Whumpee grimaced.

"What happened?", Whumper frowned.

"I feel like I'm being stabbed in my abdomen and my pelvis. Then my hips feel like they're being pulled apart", Whumpee laid back down, "this sucks."

"Did you take anything for it?", Whumper sighed.

"No Master, I just finished my chores and came to you", Whumpee grunted, "hmmm, these cramps are coming on strong."

Whumper got up and went to the kitchen.

After a few minutes, he came back carrying some medicine and a cup of ginger alle.

"Take these", Whumper handed the medicine over, "hopefully that will reduce the pain. The ginger should help with your nausea."

Whumper left again... this time bringing back a heating pad. They plugged it in and handed it Whumpee.

After he felt Whumpee was set up properly, he went back to his computer.

"Thankyou Master", Whumpee looked up, "may I ask a question though?"

"That's fine."

"I guess two questions. How do you know what to give me to help? And, why are you so nice to me when I get my period?"

"Well, I had a mom and two sisters growing up. My mom always said, "those periods are one of the worst things a female has to go through. Some don't have it as bad as others, but it is difficult for anyone to go through. Take care of the ladies in your life and make sure you give them and easier time during their period week."

Whumper grinned, "though I'm sure my mom meant if I had a wife and daughters. Not a slave. My mom taught me how to help her and my sisters and what things they needed."

Whumpee nodded.

"Go ahead and rest, let me know if you need anything else", Whumper looked back at their computer, "I need to get back to work."

Whumpee nodded, "thankyou", they whispered.

"You're welcome", Whumper smiled.

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[covetyou]

is there any Santa/Cupid Joel lore you'd be willing to share?

it's a totally normal question i'm not unhealthily obsessed with him or anything

lore you say? I have baubles and stupid cupid lore. more in egg hunt at the end of March too.

word count: 722 warnings: sex toys, brotherly shenanigans, these two things are related but very much not in an incest way don't worry. summary: What started as a simple joke from the youngest Miller brother quickly turned into a... beloved brotherly tradition.

The first time he'd gotten one of those gifts it had been his birthday. He never got anything, from anyone, so when he opened his front door to see a present lying there with his name on it, he'd been wary. When he saw it was from Tommy, he was even more apprehensive. So, he did the only logical thing and left it in the garage until he could open it in a disposable coverall later that night, just in case.

Of course, he looked like a total dick stood in his garage in a coverall at midnight holding anal beads of all fucking things, staring at a chicken scratch of a note from his dearest fuckin' baby brother:

if you won't bring someone into your bedroom, maybe you gotta bring something. hbd brother.

Tommy may have been right, but Joel didn't think anal beads were that thing he was looking for. By the next afternoon, the beads were carefully hung from Tommy's rearview mirror.

And so began the long, tiring, tradition of gift giving and gift returning between the Miller brothers.

On Thanksgiving, Joel slipped Tommy a baggy of finger cots, giving him a heavy slap on the back and telling him he found his size. The next week, the tiny white condoms were neatly pulled over the ends of every single one of Joel's tools.

That Christmas Joel was the not-so-happy recipient of an edible chocolate Clone-a-Willy kit. He was almost tempted to try it out - to cast his cock in the tube just so he could take it out and look at it properly from every angle. He cast his middle finger instead, handing it to a gleeful Tommy on New Years Eve.

For Valentine's day, Joel damn near gave Tommy a heart attack, and ruined the end of what was, until that point, a very good date. He knew he should've kept it to the couch, but damn if his date didn't deserve the full Tommy Miller Experience. Apparently, that also included seeing the blow up sex doll tucked neatly into his bed. He never did hear back from her after that night.

Of course, what Joel didn't know is Tommy had stashed a pink heart shaped butt plug on his dresser, only noticing the thing weeks later when Sarah pointed it out before Joel could sweep it into a drawer and tell her to get going or she'd be late for school. Tommy groveled until Joel didn't quite want to kill him any more, and the butt plug lay forgotten in the bottom of his sock drawer.

Tommy's birthday brought him some vibrating nipple clamps - clamps that Joel never saw or heard about again, save for a thank you and a thumbs up from his brother one day on a job.

For his birthday that year, a full 365 days since this whole thing started, Joel received maybe the most baffling gift of all. A dildo for his balls. Apparently. Now, Joel wasn't a church going man - hadn't been since their parents had given up with it all when they were kids - but he couldn't help but think that maybe his brother needed Jesus.

This one, he was almost tempted to keep. Not that he had anyone to use it with, and it most definitely was not a solo use gift. He opened it, tried to figure it out, even watched the instructional video, before settling on sticking it on top of Tommy's Christmas tree at the end of the year.

But, when he pulled up outside Tommy's place on Christmas Eve it looked, and sounded, like he had company. Not one to cockblock his brother again (at least one of them was gettin' laid) Joel headed back home, toy hidden away in his Santa sack. It was still the right side of midnight when he drove down his street, noticing once again that house with the sparkling Christmas tree, totally bare of any decorations. One look to the back of his truck, ornaments from a house clearance still stashed in a box that he had yet to find a home for, and he made up his mind. Parking up and walking down the street, draped in red velvet with a bag filled with jangling plastic ornaments, he stepped up to your door...

[heyitsmechuey]

Splash Fruit - Sidon x Reader

Just a quick drabble regarding our favourite fish boy! Trying to include other characters in my stories besides just Rauru brain rot, and Sidon is just the cutest sometimes >_< I did proof read, but I have been drinking so please forgive that lmao Also shameless plug for my LoZ fanfiction/art/ fandom server! Feel free to stop by~ https://discord.gg/H8Y4R4fTBj Enjoy!

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“Like this?”

You were uncertain as you inquired, thumb pressing into the bottom half of the blue-speckled fruit. Sidon chuckled softly when you struggled to apply enough pressure to complete the action, his own splash fruit nestled between his thumb and fore finger. “Minnow, you have to really push, or else it won’t work properly!”

He was oddly enthusiastic for what was akin to a child’s water toy as he explained to you, but you followed his instructions anyways, determined to at least prove you can do it. Your effects paid off when your thumb and the fruit’s peel effectively caved in, and an echoic *pop* coming from the top of the fruit; you jumped, not expecting it to be so loud. Basking in the glory of accomplishment, you smiled from ear to ear. After a moment of silence, your gaze followed the supposed trajectory of the watery liquid that splashed from the top but when your sight levelled, you were left staring at your boyfriend, hands up to his face, wiping and letting out a sputtered breath. There was a moment of panic, as you dropped the fruit and rushed over, frantically apologizing. “Sidon! I’m sorry! I-I didn’t realize it was going to-”;

Cold and wet made contact with you before you even got to finish, and your hands went up in defence, although not proving effective as the top half of your outfit became damp, all the while you were patting at your eyes to clear the blurry vision. Sidon raised the back of his hand to his mouth as he laughed with a juvenile arrogance and once you recovered, you gave him a look of loving annoyance, which then only amplified his laughter, nearly doubling over in front of you. You placed a soft, teasing slap to his arm, one that he ignored completely as you told him that he could have at least waited until you were prepared. He wiped a tear form his eye, struggling to breathe properly as he spoke, “P-Please! It was just the perfect opportunity for payback! The look on your face- it was cute!”

Another small swat made contact with his arm, only this time out of embarrassment. He reassured you it was a harmless retaliation, bringing his hand up to your face, wiping the remnants of sweet, sticky juice from your cheek; he gave a playful smile as he brought his thumb to his lips, giving a soft lick to the pad.

“Sweeter than ever~”, he teased, leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead, before leaning further to catch your lips - you pulled away from him, popping your untouched lips together with a grin.

If he wanted to play games, then he would get games, you thought as you flashed him another fruit tight in your grasp, the playful glint in your eye making him look at you with confused rejection. “If the prince wants a kiss, he’ll have to catch me first~”, and you were off.

He let out a stunned groan as he watched you run down the stairs of the domain. He followed you though.

[queen-of-elves]

Getting caught cuddling with General Hux and taking the blame saying you were the one being clingy but really it was him lol the man is like a needy cat and the purring (smooching noises) gave you away

you can honestly go in any direction you want with this. i just thought it'd be a fun lil idea to base off

Getting caught

A/ N: I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH THANK YOOU!! I am telling you Hux is always going to be this soft and touch starved man that I adore plus I am in my Hux era obsession so this request was soooo sooooooo perfect

A/N 2.0: I also made it so that their relationship was not official yet hopefully that’s no problem

Word count: over 1.8K

Warning: affection?? Lol and cursing as always, also not proofread

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General Armitage Hux was a man of strict discipline and undeniable loyalty to the First Order, you have admired these qualities of his since the first day you had the luck to be under his command. There was just something so interesting about him which exceeded even beyond him becoming one of the youngest generals in the First Order history. So it made you a one lucky individual when he set his eyes on you.

You really hoped his secretive glances were interpreted by others as an angry stare at a subordinate or just his regular cold and stern glare because today was awfully full of these glances. It was a miracle that no one has yet figured out this weird arrangement between the two of you. No, you were not dating, at least none of you verbally stated it. But by the time the two of you had already made out in a random maintenance room or closet for the second time that week it was obvious. Something was cooking between the two of you and obviously keeping it secret as much as was humanly possible was an unsaid rule.

It would be a lie to say you knew exactly how it all started. You just knew that one thing led to another and you and the handsome general Hux ended up passionately kissing in one of the empty corridors of the Finalizer. But this all is a tale for another day.

This time it wouldn’t be any different, you were following the commanding officer throughout the left part of the flagship’s corridor and discussing the next plans after the last mission. Nothing out of ordinary, just a normal conversation in the middle of the day, you were afterall one of the main strategists on the flagship in the command of Armitage Hux so it was expected of you to have frequent interactions with him. However, today felt very different to you, if you didn’t count the stares throughout the day, Armitage was still acting jittery and unconcentrated which was highly unlike him. 

Did something happen?

You couldn’t help but feel concern for the wellbeing of your general. In fact you were so lost in your thoughts over it, you haven’t even realized that you have just confirmed a false statement about one of the missions from last week. And then it happened again and again, discussion containing false information soon turned into one about even nonexistent missions planned for the next few days. A confusion slowly crept on your face, did you prepare data for the wrong missions? 

What is he talking about?

And then it hit you. He was furiously looking behind you, checking the corridor before spinning on his heel and glancing down the other side of the hall. You two were the only one or so it seemed since you couldn’t hear any steps or talking except for Hux who was still going on about the fake mission. When his inspection of the hall was done and he seemed fairly satisfied, snatching your hand and dragging you to the door of what you deemed to be some sort of maintenance room was the next step in his plan. 

So before you could react properly he smashed the lock on the side of the door causing the door to open widely and pushed you in. You had no time to even recognize what the room actually contained before the door closed behind the both of you, plugging you into a darkness. It took a bit for your eyes to adjust and it also got worse when he placed his hands on your shoulders, spinning you around to face him. You couldn’t make out any specific details of his face but he still looked so handsome to you. 

Armitage truly was a being above all in your eyes, handsome, disciplined and incredibly smart, too smart for his own good sometimes and this man, this stupidly handsome man was now kissing you. His hands rested on your cheeks and lips on yours and you felt once again as in ecstasy, just like you were drug to him, he was to you.

He slowly backed you to the nearest wall until your back hit it and then it all really started. His kisses went across your whole face, starting at a temple on one side, stopping momentarily to kiss you furiously and ending at the jaw across before he gave himself the time to properly breathe. This was what you loved about kissing with him, how out of breath he would get, it was as if he couldn’t get enough of you and it made you feel eternal.

There was nothing explicitly sexual about this, nothing beyond simple makeout, no great sinful desire at least this time. And if there was anything in it, it was all about comfort, the comfort you brought to him and you could feel it radiate from him. He needed the comfort you provided, that only you could provide.

This time he nudged his face into the croak of your neck and inhaled slowly while squeezing you in a tight hug as if he was afraid you would turn into mist and disappear from his arms.

With Hux it wasn’t just about the kissing, the cuddling was also very prominent and you were pretty sure oftentimes Armitage enjoyed the cuddling much more than he would ever admit. At this point in his life this man was just beyond touch starved and if he would let you, you would give him hugs any time he wanted. It made you so happy to see him smile after every quick kiss or just slight touch of hands that got unnoticed by others. You truly loved making him happy and it felt like he was on the same note with you. 

Armitage was also decently vocal, actually he was the most vocal guy you have ever been with, you noticed it the first time the two of you made out in his office. The little moans that escaped his mouth and oh my, you would be a goddamn liar if you said you didn’t enjoy every second of the sound he would make. Whenever it was caused by you hugging him or kissing the hell out of him.

His mouth felt like it was everywhere, that HE was everywhere and you couldn’t get enough of it. Armitage’s hand moved from your shoulder to your hip while the other sneaked on the small of your back, gripping the hip and bringing you again so close you could hardly breathe. Both of your chests were now touching but even without his mouth touching you, you felt the excitement accumulating between your bodies. 

You have now noticed his vibrant red hair all out of place, you quite liked the disheveled look on him, and the buttons of his uniform sat loose, he must have unfasten some of them while he dragged you to this room and in between the kisses. But instead of kissing you again he nuzzled his face into your neck again while humming slowly. He was contend, purring like a cat onto your neck and chest. You hope for this moment to never end, to just simply cuddle him until you die.

However, the whole moment shattered with the heavy door sliding open with a long whoosh sound. The both of you stood frozen for agonizingly long, hoping whoever opened the door would either not notice you, which was very unlikely considering you were an eyesore in the now lit room, or pretend to not notice you. In those excruciatingly drawn-out seconds you have noticed a blush creeping on Armitage's face but even that image ripped out of your mind by a stammering voice of a much more embarrassed officer.

“I-I am so sor-rry, SIR. I d-din’t know that- I heard a we-weird sound and I thought-” Oh god, the two of you must have been really loud if they could hear you through the door. And on top of that you were pretty sure that officer wouldn’t keep his tongue behind their teeth after what they saw.

“Get OUT!” Armitage's voice echoed through the room silencing the officer. 

You couldn’t see his face, his silhouette was illuminated by the hall's light still present in the room after the officer just ran for his life, leaving the door open. And there was a certainty the officer wouldn’t escape the punishment Armitage was already making in that smart head of his.

When he finally turned to you, you could see his face seeping red, the tips of his ears caressed with blush just like his cheeks and neck. He wasn’t looking at you, instead his wide eyes rested a few meters before your feet on the metal floor. Half of his face was obscured by his left hand which was holding his mouth in a tight grip. If it weren’t for the blush you would have thought he was contemplating his life choices or maybe he really was and maybe this was it. You knew Armitage was a man of a great reputation and to taint it with a flirt with one of his subordinates was unforgivable.

“I hoped it wouldn’t get out so soon.” A stoic mask was placed again on his face, the one he sported when he commanded on the bridge, when he was back in his role, unforgiving and with no mercy for failure. You did enjoy seeing him like that, full of pride and in his element but you also enjoyed how he would hold your hand while kissing your cheeks softly. The duality of this man surely would be the death of you one day and maybe this was the day.

“It seems it’s official then-” Your voice interrupted him.“What’s official?” Your heart was pounding so hard against your rib cage you were afraid it might leave bruises, you were too nervous to care for formalities now. This could be either exciting news or a soul crushing one.

“Us, obviously.” He stated, while he still hasn't noticed your nervous expression and your eyes following his every move before the realization came crashing down on you.

Oh.

This time you could hear the heavy steps, it obviously wasn’t an officer, probably a stormtrooper but you still didn’t expect Phasma, the stormtrooper captain, to appear in the still open door, her stare unrecognized by you thanks to her helmet, causing Armitage to turn his back on you again.

“Captain Phasma, I apologize it’s my fault I-” This time it was your general interrupting you.

“Yes, your choice of location to inform me of classified information is-,” Armitage turned back to you, shooting you an unidentifiable look,“ maybe next time choose my office. People could get the wrong idea, officer.” It seemed to be the end of the conversation or at least Phasma deemed it as one since she turned ready to leave while informing general Hux of new details about her mission. However, before both of them could exit the room you caught Armitage shooting you a smirk.

“Yes, sir.” You whispered with a small smile painted on your lips.

Oh god, that man was truly going to be the death of you.

[mellybouboulove]

My guardian angel🤍𓆩♡𓆪☁️

Chapter 2

Hi here's chapter 2!

Plot summary: Drug Dealer Ellie Williams X OFC slowburn fic, out of universe and takes place in college, set in the 2000s. Smut content to come.

previous: Chapter 1, next : Chapter 3,

Tags: #wlw #sapphic #drugdealer!ellie #modern!ellie #tlou #slowburn #smut #fluff #tlouau #au #modernau #drugs

Let me know your thoughts on this and enjoy ^_^

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CHAPTER 2

I woke up with the sounds of the machines all working around me. I opened my eyes, blinded by the hospital’s bright light on the ceiling. I felt so confused, I couldn't recall anything of the accident but I knew something bad happened. A doctor entered, gave me a check up and asked me if I remembered my name and what my last memory was. I would have rather lost my mind. He then proceeded to explain what happened last night : I caused a car crash. I felt my heart tighten in my chest, the pictures slowly making their way back to my brain. Emily was severely injured, left unable to walk properly for the next few weeks; she probably won’t be able to play soccer anymore and Jonathan was in a coma. 

Unfortunately, I was luckier than them and only got three broken ribs and a broken arm. The doctor said I should get better in a couple months however, they have to keep me until the end of the week to make sure there’s nothing more than that.

I spent most of the days crying in bed, the guilt eating me alive. I almost killed my two best friends and myself. Thankfully, the medical treatment I was prescribed numbed me enough to make the burden easier to carry. This week felt like it never ended, I couldn't wait to go back home and leave this awful hospital bed. 

The medicines I had to take made me feel better. So much better, that I started to take bigger doses instead of decreasing it as time went by. When the doctor stopped my prescription, I realized I couldn’t continue without the treatment. Without the medicines all I could do was think about that day and the lives I ruined. I was going back to school after a couple weeks of staying home. I tried to stick to the rhythm again but I struggled to focus on anything else. I eavesdropped and heard people talking about a party in an abandoned place tonight; I thought about it for a second and linked the dots: I must be able to find what I need at this party.

As soon as I got home I opened my wardrobe and put on a short tight black dress with ripped thighs. I did my makeup and got ready to leave. I could hear the loud music from down the street; I arrived at the place and had to walk over people’s bodies laying on the floor. Everyone was high and the atmosphere was very odd but all I cared about was my drug.

I saw a bunch of people assembled in a corner and took a look. The plug was just behind that wall. I waited for my turn and walked towards the drug dealer. I was really surprised when I saw Ellie Williams, the girl I met during the Halloween Party. She looked just as surprised as me when she recognized me.

-Maya? I barely recognized you. So this is how you normally dress, huh? I knew Wendy Terrance’s style was not your normal style but… -I don’t really have time to talk, do you have Opiates ? I said cutting her. -Maya you’re shaking you’re ok?  -Just give it to me please, how much is it? -No I’m not giving you anything look at you, I don’t want you to kill yourself.  -Why do you even care ? Aren’t you just looking for new clients at parties ? You have a new client now. -Hey, look at everyone around you here, I know that you’re not a junkie and I don’t want you to become one. You shouldn’t even be here wtf are you doing here anyway?

I didn’t know what to say and avoided eye contact with her the whole time. I realized I started to get crazy and I felt so ashamed that she was witnessing all of this. She was so kind and I was acting like a pathetic drug addict.

-Maya, what's happening? Do you need help?

I felt my throat tightening as I answered. 

-Yes. -Ok, take my keys and wait inside my car. I’m gonna come in a few minutes. 

I took her keys and did what she said. About 10 minutes later, she came and joined me, she turned the car on and drove off. I didn’t say nor asked anything about  where we’re going. After a short while she pulled into a fast food’s  parking lot. We stayed in the car as I began to tell her everything that happened in my life since the last time we talked. She was very caring and reassuring. She proposed to get us some food at the drive. We talked about many random things, I saw that she tried her best to make me think about something else. 

After spending 2 hours talking we were both feeling tired. She drove to my place to drop me off but seeing my street and my house brought me back to reality. I didn’t feel strong enough to face another day without opiates. I knew I would just get crazy in my room. Having her around me made it feel a little easier so I asked her if she wanted to crash at my house tonight and keep me company. I noticed a hesitating look on her face but eventually she accepted. 

We went inside my house, it was such a mess. I tried my best to clean and make things look better but the truth is I haven’t been able to clean for the past week. My life totally went downhill and everything was so dirty but she didn’t seem to care, I guess she’s used to this type of place.

I installed her on the couch, I thanked her, said good night and went to bed. Everytime I fell asleep I was having the same nightmares with flashing memories of the accident and Emily and Jonathan dying. I couldn’t bring myself to sleep. I went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water and saw that Ellie was still wide awake. 

-Are you not tired ? I asked interrupting her from staring at the ceiling -Not really. Aren’t you? -No, I can’t sleep. Wanna watch a movie or something ?  -Sure! She answered with a shy smile, I felt so happy to find an excuse to spend more time with her. -Maybe it’s time for you to watch this classic. I said taking out The Shining from my pile of DVDs. 

She made space for me on the couch next to her and I pressed start. During the movie I felt her arm get behind my shoulder acting like nothing. I was starting to feel sleepy and laid my head on her shoulder as she began to play with my hair. She moved position to make us both lay down on the couch and grabbed the blanket to cover us. I felt safe and finally managed to sleep without nightmares.

------------------- To Be Continued..

[smutracha]

Volume XI

rewind <3 fast forward

Mafia!SKZ Yandere!SKZ Afab!reader Poly!SKZ

tw: violence, blood, guns, knives, nicotine, drugging, alcohol, ptsd, sexual harrasment, mentions of self harm, depression, anxiety, bipolar disorder, depictions of death and gore

smut warnings: anal, oral(f), sex toys, filming, pet play, degradation, praise, squirting, shower sex

Monday – Minho

Waking up with Minho was always so pleasant, he would softly wake you up with a gentle voice and a light hand rubbing your back until you looked into his eyes and he could kiss you. He never said good morning, he would just kiss you before he climbed out of bed and piggybacked you into the kitchen where he would sit you down at one of the barstools so you could watch him cook. He’d always make you something extra when you woke up with him.

Partially to show his affection without having to say anything at all. Partially because it meant that you could take your pills and be fully functioning by the time the rest of the boys joined the two of you. Today it was apple and cinnamon oats, something he noticed you particularly enjoyed.

As you finally started coming to your senses, Chan walked into the kitchen in nothing but gym shorts. Hi princess, hi Lino. What’s breakfast today?” “I got oats and veggie sausage and mushrooms and an egg.” “Ooh the oats look yum.”

Minho went to grab a bowl for Chan to have what was left. “Mm, she’ll need the energy.” “Oh yeah, good luck little princess, he’s a bit of a sadist. And a major ass man.”

After breakfast, Minho led you to the shower where he washed your body with gentle flicks at your nipples every so often but when he decided he couldn’t handle just looking anymore, his mouth followed. His lips sucking and biting and gently teasing you had you whining for more. “Ask properly, little kitty.” “Please give me more, need more.” “Master, that’s what you will call me.” “Master, please give me more.” “Good kitten.” He was on his knees before you in no time, hooking a leg over his shoulder so that your wet, puffy folds were right in front of his eyes. “So wet already kitty.” “All because of master.”

He slid his tongue gently over your slit, repeating the process again and again. Tongue starting lower, every time. And like that he sat there, lapping at your ass, while his fingers toyed gently at your clit. The feeling sending you to a newfound bliss. “Master, please.” ”Please what, kitty?” “Fingers please, master.” “Where? Where do you want your master’s fingers?” “In my…” you were too shy and ashamed of yourself to even say the word. “Where, kitty? Could it be here?” he says poking gently at the hole his tongue had been so focused on just before. “Say it, kitty. Say it for your owner.” “Please put your fingers in my ass, master.” it was a shy whisper. “Say it properly, dumb kitten.” “Please finger my ass, master.” “Good kitty.”

“Here you go.” He snickered, plunging a finger inside, the feeling making you cum immediately. It was a whole new world of pleasure. “Oh poor kitten. My dumb little anal whore kitty. Did you cum from just that? Perfect.”

He shut off the shower, quickly wrapping you in a fluffy towel before picking you up and taking you to his personal room. “On the bed, all fours.” You got into the position he wanted, facing the headboard. You couldn’t see as he rummaged behind you but soon enough he came over to sit next to you. He set down a plush cat tailed butt plug, some lube and a dildo. “This dildo is special, my pet. Wanna know why?” you nod with large eyes staring at the blue cock. It was long and curved and an average girth. It had you drooling already, “Drooling over your master’s cock already? Dumb whore, this dildo is special cause it’s modelled after me. We got these so that you could have us when we aren’t able to help you. But look how handy they are.”

He wandered back to where he was and came back holding a pair of cat ears and a collar with a bell. Black and pink. it was all so co-ordinated. He adorned you with the items as he settled his hand roughly on your throat, digging the leather of your baby pink collar into your neck. “You’re gonna suck on this cock while daddy gets you used to your new tail, kitten.”

He placed the fake cock on the headboard for you to suck and drool on. After settling in behind you he pumped some lube onto your sensitive hole. The sudden cold making you jerk forward in shock but the second you felt his fingers rubbing over it, you moaned around the beautiful dildo in your mouth. “Good girl. Just relax.”

But that’s as far as his sweetness went it seemed. Without any warning, he had two fingers pumping into your ass, stretching you open before he spat into it. A wave of cum spilling from your pussy. “Oh dumb kitty, you must love this. God you’re just so perfect, can’t wait to fuck you.” You were already cock drunk; his words hardly even registered. Immediately after his last word he added another finger, landing a harsh slap to your clit to wake you up, he laid out an instruction “From now on, you only cum when I allow you to cum.” You moaned out an agreement around his fake dick. He stretched and pumped and fucked your ass into oblivion with his fingers.

He pulled his fingers out after some time. You were so far gone that you hadn’t noticed the butt plug disappearing from beside you. The cold push of metal against your ass causing a shrill shriek to sound in your chest. But the sound was muffled, and he scoffed at how pathetic you were. He pulled your hair to bring you off of the dildo, “Wanna hear you.” the plug pushed halfway in as you moaned at the sensation. Then it was pulled back, he kept half-fucking you with the plug. He lowered his head and his lips wrapped around your clit, making you scream in pleasure. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer. “Master, master please. Need to cum, master. Master, wanna cum. M good kitty, cum.” You were a babbling, drool covered mess as he popped his lips off of your clit and yelled “Cum!” before shoving the plug fully inside of you. You squirted on his chest, colours dancing in your vision as you let the orgasm wash over you. “God kitty, might need to shower again. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He rushed off to get a cloth to wipe you down, before doing the same for himself. “Come on, let’s get you some cuddles. What do you need?” “Wanna watch Daria and want water and sweets.”

He'd dressed you in a tiny skirt that barely covered your plump ass, allowing the tail to be seen perfectly. As well as one of his comfy knit sweaters. “Oh my god, you’re so cute my little kitten.” You stopped by the kitchen on your way to the screening room. Turns out the boys had gathered there for lunch.

“Oh, oh my. That’s-“ “Hot” “Did anyone else just nut too?” “Ew” “Man you ruined it” “Yeah”

“Okay if you could stop being weird, maybe you could come join us for aftercare.” “How is it aftercare when my little Pixie’s ass is stuffed like that, she’s still new.” “New? Hah.” He scoffed leading you out of the room while the rest followed. “she came thrice, just from me playing with her ass. She’s just an anal kitty now.” You blushed as he fawned over you and how happy you were making him, if that wasn’t enough, the feeling of being so full and the plug moving with every step had you practically dripping.

“Gonna have to do something bout the mess she’s making.” Hyunjin adds while watching your slick thighs rub and jiggle with every step. “That reminds me, I gotta have my sheets cleaned.” You reached the room, and he led you to sit in his lap while he instructed I.N what to put on for you. Sitting in his lap only pushed the plug further into you, making a moan spill from you. The pleasure brought tears to your eyes. “Holy shit, that’s hot.” “We’re only halfway through the training kitten, you’re already so broken.” You mewled at his hands running up your sides as his lips found purchase on your neck. He broke away as the intro song started. 5 episodes later, he decided it was time to finish his training on you.

“Remember baby, cum when I say so.” You were on the bed once again, set in what he told you is called ‘humble’ position. You were to put your ass on display while your back arched as you rested with your arms stretched out before you. He tugged lightly at your tail. Sending a shiver through your body and making you mewl loudly while he started pulling the plug out. You felt the way your aching hole stayed open, he groaned at the sight. “God, baby. At this rate m gonna lose my mind. You’re really made for me, aren’t you. I need to have this ass.” “Master, m yours. All yours, please fuck me. Need master.” “Fuck kitty, you’re making this so hard. I’ll give you my cock soon enough. For now, you’ll have to take a copy.” He rounded you to stroke your cheek gently while his fingers pumped your puckering hole. “is that ok, kitten?” “Yes master.” “So good for your owner, here let me lube you up.” He went to look at your ass again. You felt his spit land on and mostly in your ass just as you heard the sound. Your hips bucked backwards at the degrading action. God he really had you a mess so soon. “And to think you were so innocent, so unbroken only a few hours ago. What happened, pixie?” You could only whimper in shame at his degradation, what was more is that you loved every second of it. “Did your owner do this, baby? Did I really turn you into a cock-dumb bitch?” “Yes, master.” “Well then, let’s give you more. Let’s really break you.” He suddenly shoved the dildo into you. The feeling was amazing. The way you felt every ridge, the subtle curve and the head of it brushing your wall with every thrust. You were gone, drooling and whining. Not a single thought in your head. He stopped for a second, the pause making you open your lust blown eyes, only to find his phone set in front of your face. “I wanna show the boys just how pretty you are, how good you are. And all this just for a plastic cock, whore.” He went back to viciously fucking you with his dildo. “Who owns you baby?” You could only whimper and whine in response. His thrusts only became more volet. “Answer me you cock-hungry slut.” You were screaming with the cruelty of his actions, the pleasure overwhelming every cell. “You own me, master!” You screamed out. “Cum for your owner. Cum for me kitty!” And like that you blacked out in bliss. White flashes bursting behind your eyelids as you squirted all over his arm.

“So good, baby. So good.” He gently rubbed your back, pulling you up into his arms as he picked you up. He grabbed his phone too before carrying you into the bathroom. He sat you on the bathmat. “Gonna run us a bath ok, angel?” He opened the faucet, while the tub filled he held you gently. “You did so good baby, so good.” Soft kisses peppered your face as you giggled in spite of the drowsy state you were in. He stripped himself of his clothes and you of your ears and collar.

As you both settled into the tub he laid you on his shoulder. “It’s ok baby, go to sleep.”

You were wakened as the sun settled over the horizon, to a gentle voice. Met with Minho’s soft smile, he told you it was time for supper. “Come, I’ll carry you.” And indeed, he did. The boys sat chatting amongst themselves as you entered the kitchen, being brought to a seat. Only your food was left at the table. Minho placed you on his lap so that he could feed you while the boys watched. Their soft smiles making you feel warm. “Why you all staring?” “Just heard some screams earlier. You have fun with Minho, little fairy?” Hyunjin asked you.

They all laughed at the blush you tried to hide in your hands. “You must be a bit tired huh, baby? Who you cuddling tonight?” “Want Seungie” “Me? Really? I must be the luckiest guy in the world.” “Minho just had her ass dude; I think that trumps cuddles.” “I haven’t had her ass till I’m actually fucking her full of my cum.” An unanticipated moan filled the room as you felt the wetness rush to your pussy. “Wow she really is cock-hungry for her master, huh?” Changbin chuckles at your state. “Oh my god, you showed them that?!” “I said I would little kitty. By the way, they lost their minds. I’ve never seen Felix so desperate before in my life.” “She doesn’t need to know, Minho.” “Look at you, but I couldn’t get a coherent word out of you while you lost yourself on my cock. All of that from one clip of your precious pixie taking it up her ass. My pretty Lixie.” “Hyune, you know that’s not fair; you really know how to use me.”

“Seungie, sleep?” You found yourself drifting off even as the boys teased and argued about their sexual habits and performance. “Come little pup. Let’s go.”

[goblin-writer]

Sometimes all you need is Magic

It was a dark and stormy night. Rain sluiced through the grand streets and whispered down alleys. The night sky lit starkly by the near constant rolling flashes of lighting. Even the wind could, at times, be roused to run past a window, howling or cackling madly. Flinging about all manner of muck.

Leaves were plastered against windows. Mud adorned the fresh painted walls. And a great many people crowded indoors.

After all, indoors keeps you safe from the predations of the weather. A good roof, closed windows, and well plugged walls all speak to a well-kept household. And many well kept households made a neighbourhood. And these neighbourhoods, when sufficiently, convinced would form a town.

Or even, when the fancy struck, a city.

But every city had a neighbourhood that was less well regarded. Not due to any fault of the people living there. In fact you could often find people that would give you their last left boot if you needed it. Just the left, mind you. The right was, after all, the foot you should keep dry for your so-called helth.

No, the great wizard Mildew thought, these neighbourhoods were often predisposed to being just leeward of the tanneries and dye makers. Just below a sewage outlet. The place the hoipolloi preferred to forget about.

But the rent was cheap, he thought as he emptied the third bucket of the night out the window. Four stories down into a street that was doing its best river impression.

Sure, his roof leaked, and the window didn’t shut properly, but the people here helped replace his books after the book worms got in. They did wreak havoc on the hardcovers. And they had helped when the paint peeled off his wall after his last foray into alchemy.

A sheet of rain drenched the wizard as the storm seemed to think badly of his attempt to pail the water from his study.

“Amon, come quick.” Mildew called and heard a crash from the other room. He shook his head. Amon, his assistant, had a bad habit of pulling down the curtains when called to assist.

He shut and latched the window, daring it to open again.

“Dark and stormy. Just as I get everything packed away from last time.” He turned to the doorway and saw a bundle of cloth making its way toward him, “Careful, Amon.” He unfurled the remains of a blue curtain from a tabby cat, and nuzzled it, “We can’t have you catching a cold. I need you to fetch my flint.”

Amon looked up at Mildew and blinked before turning about and ceremoniously hopping onto the last chair unoccupied by books, curling up and closing his eyes.

Mildew shook his head. He had read that wizards were meant to have cat familiars. They would help with spells and sending messages but every time he asked something of Amon he would get that same blink and no assistance. At least he stopped cleaning himself upon any request. Why did wizards bother with familiars?

He wondered the same as he ventured into the other room. Peeling wallpaper and boxes piled three high. Rifling through first one, then another. With some flint he could cast a protective ward. It would keep at least some rain out.

By box five he despaired in ever finding his flint. And he was enticed to surrender his search as the window crashed open in the other room. With a start he dashed back in, towel in hand, and spread it below the window.

“Where did I leave that flint?” He wondered aloud. Only to be answered once by the crack of lightning and once by the bored meow of Amon. He could imagine what the cat was saying.

Don’t worry Mildew, I know where it is. Just go to the kitchen and bring me a tuna mayonnaise sandwich. Then I’ll give it to you.

“We don’t have tuna, Amon.” He sighed and looked at the cat, “And the flint will help both of us.”

Amon yawned and stood, hopping off the chair, tail high, and sauntered into the bedroom. As Mildew watched he spotted flint and steel next to a candle, dripping its wax into ever higher towers on the back of a pile of leather-bound books.

He closed and latched the window, grabbed the flint and started casting a spell. In his mind he could extend the magical cover to the entire ceiling of the room. And, much as he had been taught he chanted and visualised the space above the roof. A thin protective field diverting rain into the street below and not onto his floor, nor into his nearly full bucket.

As he spoke the last word he heard a loud crash as smoke wreathed him for just a moment. Next a cold wind surrounded him.

His eyes adjusted to the light.

Above him?

The barrier had worked.

Above him the rain splattered down onto an invisible forcefield.

He looked down.

It was a dark and stormy night; Amon was curled up in a mostly empty moving box.

And the great wizard Mildew was stuck on his roof.

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Thank you @flashfictionfridayofficial for this wonderful prompt. I had wanted to go a decidedly gruesome way originally but couldn't get this out of my head.

[rainbowhighschoolnurse]

Doll restoration: Shadow High’s Heather Grayson

Didn’t realize until after I finished that I never took before pictures x_x. She came with the first lot of dolls I got, and was missing all but one single shoe of hers.

Unlike most of the dolls I’ve gotten, which had disastrous hair but face and body in pretty good condition, she was the opposite. Her body was really dirty. I had to wash her twice to clean off all the grime and grease buildup—the second time with stronger soap than usual. There were several weird smudges on her face that I went at with acetone when they didn’t come off on the first wash (very carefully so as not to accidentally remove her makeup), which thankfully worked even though Is still can’t think what might have cause them.

She also had what appeared to be mold on the back of her arm which I dealt with by scrubbing it clean and then wrapping it in an alcohol soaked paper towel for several hours to kill any germs or spores left over. Unfortunately, it was too late to prevent it staining the plastic.

Contrary to all that, her hair was in good shape. There’s some very slight discoloration on the underside of the white half, which I thought about doing an oxy-clean wash for, but frankly it didn’t seem worth it. You can only see it if you’ve got good light and you’re really looking for it. It combed out easily, and I washed and conditioned it and let it dry.

Now even though it didn’t take me an hour to comb out the tangles, that’s not to say her hair didn’t pose any problems. See, the thing is, her original hairstyle had been taken out and her hair was down, meaning I had to part it down the middle by color. And to make matters more difficult, rather than a single rooted part, she had a rooted line of black hair on the white half, and a rooted line of white on the black half, and I had to criss-cross basically one plug at a time, alternating to get it back to the way it was originally.

It took me about 5 hours over three days to do a two and a half inch part and I was separating strands individually way more than I would have liked. And that wasn’t even the end of it because once I got to the front, she had this huge clump of gray hair right on the crown of her head that wasn’t in any of the pictures I could find of the doll anywhere, so I wasn’t sure what to do about it. In the end, i just parted about ¾ of an inch in the front without regard for colors because how the heck else was I gonna deal with gray hairs. To make it look more intentional, I also pulled a small section in the back and reverse parted it so there was a streak behind her head.

Once her hair was fully parted, I could finally tie it up in her original pigtails, and that was when another problem presented itself: the bangs. They did not want to stay separated, and they really did not want to lay flat against her face. So what I did was pull them back and tie them together behind her neck with a hair-tie so they laid against her face like they were supposed to, then I rubbed some pomade on the hair over her face and especially right at her scalp, and left it for a few hours to set. When I took the hair-tie out, her bangs sit properly. There was a slight kink in her bangs where the hair-tie held them behind her neck, which you can see in the first pic, but it has since eased itself out with time and gravity.

Although I didn’t have her shoes, I did have most of her clothes, so I put her in her secondary dress and her awesome jacket, which has extra straps inside so she can wear it just over her shoulders and not on her arms, which I thought was pretty neat. I put her in Mila Berrymore’s thigh high embroidered boots because I thought it was a cool look with the minidress, and accessorized with a blind box purse and one of Carmen Major’s fishnet gloves to complete the look.

[borninwinter81]

The mirror is not a mirror. Its a jewellery holder. I bought this mirror for £5 at a car boot sale when I was about 15 years old. It's served me well for the last 27 years. I've always used it more for jewellery, the curly bits lend themselves to that, and it means when they're not being worn they're still decorative to the room.

There's far too much here for me to go through it all, though the vast majority is thrifted or I've had for decades and I forget where its from. However, shoutout to my friend for the rosary style necklace (here's a post I did about them in more detail which includes a link to her etsy shop). She also made the green lady and the heart with the eye in it at the top and the dragon eye. I think they were all done with air drying clay.

I also assembled a few myself (can't really say I properly "made" them), the ones you see on velvet ribbons, and I have a full post about how I did that here.

The message board is not a message board. Its a jewellery holder.

Many of these were found or thrifted. The two sets at the top left are my Good Omens earrings that I put together with charms and beads, the onyx teardrops were my wedding earrings, the flies are by Katie Whittle, the Krampus ones were bought at a comic con but unfortunately I've forgotten the details of the seller (a shame because she had lots of other cool stuff).

The ravens I got from Etsy, but they're originally Ali Express. Be careful with etsy, there are a lot of sellers who claim their stock is handmade but are really re-selling items from Ali Express, Wish or Temu. Initially I found these for £19 ("on sale", regular price supposedly £30). All the seller had done was put an earring hook on them, which I really don't think qualifies them as handmade or warrants such a price hike. I did a search for "crow charm" and found them being sold elsewhere on etsy for £5. Then I did a reverse image search and found the original Ali Express listing where they can be bought for £2.37.

I did buy the £5 etsy ones for the convenience of having them shipped from the UK, but I would always advise checking more than one shop, or using Google lens/reverse image searching if you suspect an etsy item might not be legit.

You may notice, none of my earrings have hooks or posts on them. This is because my ears are stretched (the right has been 16mm for many years, and I'm currently stretching up the left to match, at present it's 5mm), so I can't wear conventional earrings.

You can get special plugs or tunnels that you can hang a hook earring from, but they usually make it very front-heavy which I don't like. I prefer the weight evenly distributed across my whole ear.

So, I simply remove the hook or post from any earrings I buy using jewellery pliers, and when I want to wear a set I hang them from a hinged segment ring (bottom left on my pin board, very cheap online), and put the ring through my tunnel. You just have to make sure there is a loop of some kind left at the top of the earring that you can put the segment ring through.

And if I want to wear them hanging from another of my lobe piercings I can do that too 😉. All my regular piercings are 1.2mm.

[krikeymate]

You know that one TikTok of Melissa opening the fridge with Jenna in it? ;) Imagine: the core 4 are having a sleepover or something. Sometimes they love to play games they used to play when they had sleepovers as kids with Sam as the babysitter. Just for the nostalgia of it. It’s super hot. The apartment doesn’t have AC and it’s been hot for days so there’s no difference between the inside and the outside temperatures. Anyway, they’ve decided to play hide and seek. Sam’s the seeker. She found Chad first. He hid behind the curtains and sneezed before Sam even finished counting. Mindy is next. She was under Tara’s bed. It’s been 30 minutes and the three of them are still looking for Tara. She’s always been good at this game but they’re playing in an apartment with very limited options to hide, and they’ve looked everywhere! Every cupboard is opened, every closet door, even the drawers. The apartment is a mess. Sam’s starting to freak out. “Ok Tara, you won! It’s over. You can come out now!” No reply. Sam checks the locks on the front door. She swears, if Tara left the apartment without telling them she’s going to kill her, no matter if it’s a game or not. But the locks are still closed and some of them can’t be locked from the outside. Mindy and Chad are still mostly relaxed. It’s not the first time that Sam freaked out during hide and seek because she couldn’t find Tara. It’s the first time as adults, tho. “Calm down, Sam. It’s not like she’d climb out of the windows or something,” Mindy jokes. Sam promptly checks all the windows. They’re all calling out for Tara now. Sam is contemplating calling Kirby for help. Then Chad is like “This is taking too long. I need a bear” and goes into the kitchen. He’s briefly confused because all the fridge contents are on the table and no one noticed it before. He opens the fridge and jumps. Tara’s in there. She’s not moving. Oh my god, did someone kill Tara and place her in the fridge? “Turn the lights off! It’s too bright,” Tara mumbles sleepily. Chad blinks. Once. Twice. Again. “Sam, I found Tara,” he whisper-yells.

They've got a dying old fridge-freezer shoved to the side in the dining room, they haven't had a chance to get it collected yet. The freezer no longer works properly and the door seal is busted, but the fridge compartment still does the trick, so they keep it plugged in and use it for extra space.

I love love love the idea of a bunch of grown adults deciding to play children's games, because having fun is timeless. The comical image of them getting more and more desperate and confused and checking ridiculous places where she obviously can't be but what if she is is always welcome.

Tara being like oh small dark and cool? Sounds ideal to hide in on a hot summer day! And just climbing into a fucking fridge and taking a nap. Chad closes the door behind him and tells the others and then Sam is pulling her out and going what the fuck are you doing?! Are you insane?!

She make a no climbing into a deathtrap rule after that (Mindy makes a sign for the fridge), and the old fridge-freezer gets collected for the dump rather quickly after that.

[thatrandomghostfan]

A job in a shady business PT.4

As the robot was charging up, Claire took the time to untangle the coil legs. As soon as he was able to move, he placed himself on the bench to recharge properly.

"Soooo.... Who are you?"

"Why my dear! I am the one and only Frankie! You must have seen my face around already!"

"No, stop... I'm not asking who's the character, I'm asking the one behind the control of the machine"

Claire was pretty straight to the point, pointing at the giant bunny a screwdriver that she got out of her bag. Taken aback, it took a few seconds of silence before she got an answer.

"I... Cannot reveal this information. It would be against our confidentiality rule!"

"Ah... Not even a nickname? Also, don't move, I'll have to check the good functioning of everything"

She said as she got closer and started to work on the head. Even tho Frankie froze up, it didn't stop him from talking.

"Just call me Frankie!"

"Alright... But can you drop the showman voice please? I doubt there's anyone to entertain right now..."

She ask, getting a laptop out and plugging it in the back of the head.

"Negative! It is a function that I cannot change!"

Claire backs away a bit to be able to stare at him with a disappointed and annoyed expression. Not like she could read the unmoving expression of the plastered huge smile that wore Frankie. She just lets out a groan and gets back to her screen to check what she had to work on.

-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-

Meanwhile, Trevor finished up getting all the bodies of the room and putting them in bags.

He kept count by using a notepad that he left near said bodies. Thankfully, to be able to clean, he had accessibility to water in the locker room. Making it easier for him to clean off the blood.

"Welp! Gotta scrub all this now!"

He started by searching the highest areas that got dirty, he got a bit annoyed by how far up some stains were, he had to go back to get his ladder if he wanted to clean those off.

As he tried, the door was stuck. Not budging.

"The hell?"

He tried to force and kick the door but it didn't move an inch.

"Bloody hell, don't tell me we're stuck inside..."

He started to get frustrated until he noticed a note beside the door, it was too dark to read it, but he got his personal torch out. Useful when there's cut off lights where he goes to work.

The note was a schedule indicator, letting know that the doors automatically closes between 11 pm to 6 am and 11 am to 6 pm. This did not please Trevor.

"And how the fuck am I supposed to get my stuff now? Couldn't they have told me before?! Fuck!"

He kicked harder the door out of frustration, without much changing. The tired man stormed back, he was still pretty stubborn and wouldn't give up that easily. He did have an image to keep for his job, so he started to search around for something to help him. Thankfully, he did manage to find a ladder in the end, and seen way more work that will need to be done.

"So... Burnt marks, scratches and hanging wires are also something I will have to take care of? "

[mj-iza-writer]

Warning- swear words, hair shaving.

"Okay, Whumpee, are you ready?", Whumper sighed and plugged in their razor.

Whumpee sobbed as they shook their head no.

"Geesh, don't make me feel worse than I already do", Whumper sighed, "I don't want to shave your head either, I really like your hair."

Whumper turned on the razor.

Whumpee turned fast, making Whumper stop.

"There has to be another way to fix this without shaving it... please", Whumpee sobbed.

"Whumpee, they rubbed the hair removal chemical into your scalp. It's coming out in clumps, and your scalp is burned from the chemical", Whumper looked down at them, "I have to treat the burns on your scalp, plus your remaining hair is singed. It's best to restart it so new hair will grow and be healthy."

Whumpee shook as they tried to hold back tears.

"I'm sorry Whumpee, I promise you that is the last time I allow anyone to watch you while I'm out of town", Whumper sighed, "I told them not to touch you, just let you go about chores and make sure you were alive. Have the guards help if you need a punishment."

Whumpee sat back down on the floor in between Whumper's legs.

"Okay", Whumpee sighed, "get it over with please."

Whumper turned on the razor and rested it on Whumpee's head for a second so they could feel it. They then started to shave the damaged hair away.

Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut as their hair fell all around them.

Whumper felt their anger rise with every glide they made with the tool.

'They will fucken pay for damaging my slave', Whumper thought to themself.

"Okay we're done", Whumper exhaled with annoyance, "let's go to the bathroom and clean you up in the tub, then I'll put some ointment on those burns."

Whumpee leaned over the tub and let Whumper spray over their head and shoulders. Once done, Whumper gently patted Whumpee's scalp dry.

"Go ahead and sit on my bed, I'll be in to take care of you", Whumper sprayed the tub over to get rid of the loose hair.

Whumpee groaned as they climbed onto the bed and waited. They glanced at a mirror that sat across from the bed. They felt like it was mocking them.

They quickly got up and went out into the hall.

Whumper walked up, "my bed isn't out here."

"I-I can't look in the mir-mirror, I don't want to se-see it", Whumpee struggled to explain, they wanted to cry and scream so badly.

Whumper sighed, "okay. Okay, go ahead and go to the dining room. I'll grab the stuff and be down."

"I'm sorry", Whumpee whispered.

"It's okay, I know your hair was important to you and this was a lot", Whumper comforted, "I am not happy that this happened to you."

"Thankyou", Whumpee whispered before heading to the dining room.

Whumper came down after a few minutes carrying a few things.

"Alright let's see", Whumper set everything down and started to look over Whumpee's scalp.

"Not as bad as I thought", Whumper sighed in relief, "it looks like just one bad burn, it looked like it was bigger when I first saw it so that is a relief."

"What is that stuff used for master?", Whumpee asked while Whumper gently applied an ointment, "what did they use on me?"

"It's a hair remover, people use it to remove unwanted hair from their bodies, like on their arms and legs. If not careful and if not used properly the chemicals can burn your skin", Whumper looked over the burns again, "it shouldn't be used on sensitive areas such as the scalp because the skin is sensitive."

Whumpee listened intently.

"It also shouldn't be left on for an extended amount of time because of chemical burns. Also why it shouldn't be used on the scalp as it's hard to clean out."

Whumper added a little more ointment before reaching for gauze, "does your head feel okay? Doe anything sting?"

"It feels okay Master, the burn doesn't hurt as much right now", Whumpee finally looked up at Whumper, "thankyou Master for helping your slave."

"You're welcome, and don't worry. The person who did this will pay dearly", Whumper frowned, "okay, I'm going to wrap your head in gauze so the ointment will stay on. You get the rest of today off. It's the least I could do since this happened."

"Really Master, you mean it", Whumpee seemed to be lightening up a bit. Whumper smiled.

"Yes of course", Whumper concentratedon applying the gauze, "you deserve it after all of this, and don't worry, your hair will grow back in no time."

When their head was finally wrapped in the gauze Whumpee turned and gave a small grin to Whumper.

"I'm glad to see you smiling again", Whumper grinned.

"Thankyou Master for taking care of me, I didn't deserve your gentle care", Whumpee beamed.

"You're welcome. Now go enjoy some rest time. I have something to attend to", Whumper smiled, "I have something special planned for dinner as well."

"Really", Whumpee squirmed excitedly.

"Yes, now run along. Please, try not to itch your head", Whumper smiled as they watched Whumpee wander off.

Whumper quickly walked to a hidden door. They slammed and locked it behind them. No need to chance Whumpee coming down their.

They could hear the muffled cries halfway down the steps.

"Hello bastard, are you ready for your punishment", Whumper sauntered over to a tool bench paying little mind to their prisoner.

Chains clancked together as whining became louder and more desperate.

Whumper finally turned to the person.

"I considered you a friend and trusted my prized possession to your care. I told you not to touch them. Make sure they're alive and taken care of, and that they do their chores. If they act up, have the guards deal with Whumpee. Or write it down, and I'd deal with it upon my return."

Whumper crouched down in front of the prisoner and frowned.

The person yelled into the gag they had tightly stuffed in their mouth.

"Shh", Whumper held their pointer finger over their mouth, "you don't get to talk, I'm talking", Whumper whispered threateningly, "I'm about to show you why you don't fuck with me, but this lesson will be short lived as you are about to die."

The person looked at Whumper with a terrified expression before pulling at their chains.

"I'm not one to play with, I'm quite dangerous, the police should have told you more before you took this assignment", Whumper stood and walked back to the tool bench, "I appreciate you giving me a heads up about the police planning a raid, my guards are well prepared to welcome them."

"You know there was a period of time Whumpee had to deal with my bad side, they were terrified of me", Whumper grinned, "but they finally gave in to me and my will. Now they are happy and taken care of. I take care of my people, you know", Whumper began mixing something.

They stepped over and pulled the gag from the person's mouth.

"Any last things to say before I put this science experiment on your head", Whumper held up the mixture.

"Please, I want to be your friend, the police were monitoring you through me", the person stuttered as they eyed the chemical, "please don't put that on my head, please."

"Hmm thanks for letting me know about the police, I'll be sure to let them know you said goodbye", Whumper grinned, "that doesn't explain why you did that to Whumpee."

"Th-they heard me talking to the police, they were about to call a guard into the house", the person stated then gulped.

Whumper frowned, and started to dump the mixture on the person's head.

They screamed as the mixture slid over their head and face.

It burnt. Their skin felt as though it was melting.

A guard stepped in a few minutes later.

"Oh good", Whumper smiled, "go ahead and take them out of their misery. Finalize that the home and guards are ready for a police raid, I'm sure they'll be here soon when they don't hear from this person. I'm going to find Whumpee."

The guard nodded and went to work.

Whumper was met by two guards at the entrance.

"We heard about the police, everything is secured. You should have no issues", one of them stated, "the bunker is prepared in case you need it though."

"Thankyou", Whumper frowned, "such a pain all of this."

They caught sight of Whumpee peaking around the corner.

"Come here", Whumper sighed.

Whumpee cowarded away from the guard's glare as they made their way to Whumper.

They bowed to Whumper, "I'm sorry Master."

"What are you doing sneaking around?", Whumper frowned.

"I-I'm sorry, I wasn't Master", Whumpee shakily stated.

"Explain", one of the guards stated impatiently.

Whumpee shook as they looked at Whumper, "I know you let me have today off, but I was afraid you wouldn't have your tea. So I made you some, I was trying to find you when I heard you talking. I didn't want to disturb you, so I was waiting."

Whumper relaxed their face to a smile and looked at their watch, "ah yes it is time for tea. I believe the guards here know what needs to be done. Let's go to my office."

Whumper nodded to the guards as they walked pass, "you know what to do", Whumper whispered.

Whumpee quietly walked beside Whumper as they walked to the office.

"Are you feeling okay Whumpee?", Whumper saw them wipe a tear.

"Ye-yes sir, I apologize for my emotions", Whumpee hurried to straighten up, "I didn't know I was interrupting you. I should have listened to what you had said about resting. I'm sorry."

"You're not in trouble I appreciate you thinking about me", Whumper smiled, "don't worry about what is going on around us, let's enjoy some tea together."

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CW: Negativity, Grief

When we graduated high school my best friend at the time invited me and a small group of people to a graduation party at a local casino/hotel. We didn't gamble, we just hung out at the hotel room and used the pool. For some fucking reason I asked one of my friends to bring the firefly DVD box set so we could play it on my jank-ass computer. I didn't have an HDMI cable, so I asked them to bring one. They didn't bring one, but no worries, their older sibling would grab one on the way out and they'd meet us there. They got the wrong cable. They grabbed the one from their gaming monitor and that was a display port not HDMI, wouldn't plug into the hotel TV. I got really frustrated, way too frustrated. I remember complaining "I can't believe you couldn't tell the difference between a display port and an HDMI"

I don't know why I was like this. They actually do look very similar. They were in a hurry. They were trying to do a nice thing and I just threw it in their face. No one but me even wanted to watch firefly, and I'd already seen it.

They left in a huff, rightfully fucking so if you ask me. I called them to apologize, they hung up on me. It ruined the party. Other people left early, no one really had fun. My best friend made a huge fucking mistake by bringing me along.

why was I like this why am I like this?

I don't think I ever properly apologized, I might have, but I don't remember. Not in a way that matters. None of them want to speak to me anymore (for something completely unrelated I did that was much worse, I promise) so I couldn't even apologize if I wanted to. All of these people were really nice to me in every other scenario, did really great things for me, stuck their necks out for me, and I took them for granted. It's been six years, or at least it will be in a few months. I've thought about that night every night ever since.

Don't wait to apologize to the people you love, if not for their sake than for yours