#but. hmm. he is behaving strangely!

[frankiebirds]

maybe (definitely) reading into it but oughhhh having thoughts about spencer saying "close enough" when rossi says the odds of something must be "a billion to one". and then later when morgan is on the phone with hotch when they find katie's body and he says "i don't really know which river this is, hotch." while reid is standing right next to him. and come on. reid definitely knows. but he says nothing. because it doesnt matter. because it didnt matter.

[alltheeya]

Fluffy bunny || l.hs

genre: established relationship, fluff

word count: 1.8k

notes: endearment (heeseung calling the reader "angel"), enha members appearance

It was a regular day, and Heeseung found himself wandering around a mall after finishing his schedule early. As he strolled past a store window, something caught his eye—a display of plushies. Among the rows of stuffed animals, a particularly cute one stood out: a fluffy bunny with floppy ears and big round eyes.

Without thinking too much, Heeseung walked into the store and bought it. There was no special occasion, no grand reason—he just thought it was something you would like. And maybe, just maybe, he wanted to see your smile.

Later that evening, when they met up after their practices, Heeseung casually pulled the plushie out of his bag and handed it to you. “Here,” he said, his tone almost nonchalant, like it wasn’t a big deal. “I saw this and thought of you.”

You blinked at the plushie in his hands, your eyes widening with excitement. “Oh my gosh!” you squealed, taking it gently like it was the most precious thing in the world. “Hee, it’s so cute!”

You immediately hugged the bunny, your fingers squeezing it as you made tiny squeaky noises of delight. “It’s so soft! Look at its little ears!” you exclaimed, squishing its face with an adorable intensity that made Heeseung blink in surprise.

He couldn’t help but chuckle at your reaction. “You really like it that much?”

“Like it? I love it!” you said, holding the plushie up like it was a prized possession. you gave him the brightest smile, your eyes practically sparkling. “Thank you, Hee. This is the cutest thing ever.”

Heeseung felt a strange warmth in his chest, your reaction more than enough to make his random purchase worth it. He hadn’t expected you to be this happy over a simple plushie, but seeing you so excited made him silently note to himself: Buy her cute stuff more often.

As you continued gushing over the bunny and imagining what kind of “personality” it would have, Heeseung watched you with a soft smile. You looked so carefree and radiant, your  happiness infectious. It was adorable, but Heeseung couldn’t help but feel a little left out.

“So,” he started, raising an eyebrow and smirking slightly, “You like the bunny more than me?”

You gasped dramatically, clutching the plushie tighter to your  chest as if shielding it from Heeseung. “Heeseung! How could you say that?” you teased, feigning offense.

Heeseung smirked, leaning closer with a raised brow. “I’m just asking. You seem pretty attached already,” he said, nodding toward the bunny in your  arms. “Do I need to be jealous?”

You tilted your  head, your  lips curling into a mischievous grin. “Hmm… I don’t know,” you said, pretending to think. “This bunny doesn’t tease me as much as you do. It’s soft, it’s cute, and it’s very well-behaved.”

Heeseung rolled his eyes playfully, crossing his arms. “So, it's a competition now? Should I start being fluffier and cuter for you?”

You  laughed, reaching out to poke his cheek. “You already are, Hee,” you said with a warm smile, pinching his cheek. “But the bunny is a close second.”

Heeseung let out a mock sigh of defeat, shaking his head. “We’ve spent months together and this bunny got 5 minutes and it’s already stealing you from me.”

You  giggled and leaned forward, your  free hand tugging gently on his sleeve. “You know you’re my favorite,” you said softly, your gaze meeting his.

“Even more than the bunny?” he asked, his voice teasing but with a hint of genuine curiosity.

“Definitely,” you assured him with a playful wink. Then, you held up the plushie. “But don’t worry, you both have a special place in my heart.”

Heeseung chuckled, ruffling your hair lightly. “Good to know, Angel. But just so you remember, I’m the one who got you that bunny.”

“And I love you for it,” you replied with a grin, hugging the plushie and giving Heeseung a quick, cheeky side-eye.

Heeseung shook his head in mock exasperation, muttering under his breath, “I’m competing with a stuffed toy now.” But the fond smile tugging at his lips gave away just how much he adored you and your quirky reactions.

Heeseung chuckled, resting his chin on his hand as he watched you. “Don’t you think it needs a name?”

You paused, your eyes narrowing in thought as you gazed at the plushie. “Hmm, you’re right. It does need a name…”

Before you could continue, Heeseung smirked, leaning in slightly. “It can be... I dunno... like our child?”

You blinked, caught off guard. You stared at him for a moment before bursting into laughter, nearly toppling over with the plushie still in your arms. “Our child?” you repeated, your tone incredulous but amused.

Heeseung shrugged nonchalantly, though the teasing glint in his eyes gave him away. “Why not? You’re already treating it like it’s real. Might as well make it official.”

You shook your head, still laughing as you looked down at the bunny. “Okay, Dad. If it’s our kid, then you get to help pick the name.”

“Hmm…” Heeseung tapped his chin dramatically, pretending to think hard. “How about... Fluffball?”

You groaned playfully. “Heeseung, no. That’s so basic!”

“Fine, fine,” he said, holding his hands up in surrender. “You pick, Angel.”

You stared at the bunny for a moment, your lips pursed. “How about… Bunji?”

“Bunji?” he repeated, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah! It’s cute, right? ” you said, tilting your head. “Like a little nickname. Bunji!”

Heeseung chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re something else, you know that? But fine, Bunji it is.”

You grinned triumphantly, holding the bunny up like a trophy. “Welcome to the family, Bunji!”

Heeseung shook his head, watching you with a fond smile. “I still can’t believe I’m competing with a stuffed animal.”

“Competing? Don’t be silly,” you  said, leaning toward him with a teasing smile. “You’re the one who made me fall for Bunji in the first place. So technically, it’s all your fault.”

“Great,” Heeseung muttered, rolling his eyes with mock exasperation. But as you leaned your head against his shoulder, still clutching the bunny, he couldn’t help but think he’d gladly buy you a million more Bunji’s just to see you this happy again.

A few weeks pass by with you cuddling Bunji every night, often sending his picture to Heeseung as the two of you text ‘good night’. One day, you looked at Bunji with sad eyes. You and your friends are going on a trip for two weeks which means Bunji will be alone for a while. But then, an idea popped into your head…

You stood in front of Heeseung with Bunji cradled in your arms, your expression serious despite the soft plushie nestled against your chest. You two were in a quiet corner of the company building.

“It’s your turn to watch over Bunji,” you declared, holding out the bunny plushie toward Heeseung.

He blinked, staring at you and the plushie. “Wait, what?”

“I’m going on a trip, Hee. I won’t be home for two weeks,” you explained, your tone as if this were a matter of utmost importance. “Bunji can’t stay all alone, so it’s your responsibility to take care of him now. You’re the dad.”

Heeseung stared at you, then at Bunji, then back at you. “Angel, you do realize this is a plushie, right?”

Your eyes narrowed, and you placed Bunji into his hands, crossing your arms. “Excuse me, Bunji is part of our family. Don’t act like he’s just a plushie.”

Heeseung couldn’t help but laugh at how serious you were about it. “Okay, okay. I’ll take care of Bunji while you’re gone. But… are there instructions or something? Does he have a bedtime?”

You tilted your head, pretending to think. “Hmm… he doesn’t need a bedtime, but he does need cuddles, especially if you’re watching movies. Oh, and don’t leave him in random places, okay? He doesn’t like being forgotten.”

Heeseung grinned, playing along. “Got it. Cuddles during movies and no abandonment. Anything else?”

You leaned in, your expression softening. “Just… take care of him. It’s silly, I know, but Bunji kind of makes me feel like home. So… if he’s with you, it’s like I’m there, too.”

His teasing demeanor faded, replaced by something gentler. He nodded, holding Bunji a little closer. “Don’t worry, Angel. I’ll take good care of him.”

You  beamed, clearly satisfied. “Good. I expect updates, by the way. Photos, videos—proof that Bunji’s okay.”

Heeseung laughed, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “You’re unbelievable. But fine, you’ll get your updates. Bunji’s in good hands.”

As you left to prepare for your trip, Heeseung glanced down at Bunji in his hands. The bunny’s stitched smile seemed to mock him a little, but he couldn’t help the smile tugging at his own lips.

“Well, Bunji,” he said, placing the plushie on his couch. “Looks like it’s you and me for a while. Let’s make her proud, huh?”

When Heeseung brought Bunji back to the Enhypen dorms, it was safe to say that chaos ensued.

Heeseung strolled into the living room with the bunny plushie tucked under his arm like it was the most normal thing in the world. Jungwon was the first to notice, his sharp eyes narrowing as he pointed dramatically.

“Hyung… what is that?”

Heeseung raised an eyebrow, holding up Bunji for everyone to see. “This is Bunji. Y/n asked me to take care of him while she's on a trip.”

Jay nearly choked on his water. “Wait, you’re babysitting a plushie?!”

“Yes,” Heeseung replied matter-of-factly, placing Bunji gently on the couch like he was tucking in a child. “She said Bunji’s part of the family.”

Jake leaned over, inspecting the plushie like it was some kind of rare artifact. “So… what exactly are you supposed to do with it?”

“Cuddles during movies, no abandonment, regular photo updates,” Heeseung recited like he’d been given a manual.

The room erupted in laughter.

“Hyung, are you seriously going along with this?” Sunoo asked, barely able to contain his giggles.

Heeseung shrugged, smoothing out Bunji’s ears. “Of course I am. It makes Y/n happy.”

The teasing didn’t stop there. Niki grabbed a blanket, wrapping it around Bunji like a swaddle. “Don’t worry, Bunji. Uncle Ni-ki’s got your back if Dad messes up.”

“Uncle Ni-ki?” Jay snorted. “Then what does that make the rest of us?”

“Godparents,” Jake chimed in without missing a beat.

Heeseung rolled his eyes, though the corners of his lips twitched upward. “Laugh all you want, but Bunji’s staying here, and you all better treat him with respect.”

Later that night, Heeseung sent you  a picture of Bunji perched on the couch, surrounded by the members. Ni-ki was holding up a peace sign, Sunghoon looked begrudgingly amused, and Jake had the blanket still wrapped around the plushie. The caption read:

“Bunji’s safe and sound, surrounded by his ‘uncles.’”

You replied almost instantly:

“Aww you’re such a good dad, Hee. 🐰💗”

Despite the initial teasing, the members eventually warmed up to Bunji’s presence, even jokingly assigning him a spot on their couch. And whenever Heeseung caught sight of the little plushie, it reminded him of your beaming smile—and that made all the teasing worth it.

[lalunanymph]

💭 thinking about . . . . going furniture shopping with caleb

tw. caleb x fem!reader, suggestive content, domestic caleb, crack-ish, inspired by that one tiktok of a couple playfully testing out furniture ergonomics in the ikea showrooms, 760 words

Maybe a trip to Ikea with your boyfriend slash ex-older brother figure wasn’t such a good idea when you take into consideration how pent-up you are from the mere sight of furniture. 

While that might sound strange, it’s nothing compared to the thoughts that arise when your gaze lingers on a few sturdy couches, your mind wandering to what it would be like if Caleb had you bent over the arms, the hot press of his body moving against yours desperately, his mouth on your neck, fingers tangled in your hair, trying to get you to that feverish peak—

“... and we could have the lamp near the desk—Pipsqueak?” 

His voice breaks you free from the reverie, and you startle slightly, turning your wide eyes to him.

“Hmm? What was that?” 

Caleb is looking at you with a shadow of concern in his eyes, his brows pinched in thought. “Are you okay? You zoned out and I coulda sworn you were about to break the stratosphere.” He takes your hand in what is supposed to be a comforting gesture. But, all you can think about is how those warm palms were just pressed to your hips last night, pinning you down as he got his fill of you.

The deepening warmth in your cheeks can’t be hidden. Caleb notices it instantly, years of intimately knowing your reactions and now, as your boyfriend, your little cues which point to one thing lingering in your mind. 

He grins. “Oh?” Despite being in a public setting, he corners against a fake console table, a smirk on his handsome, devilish expression. “Is my princess feeling a little bit… frisky?”

Caleb guffaws when you pout and push him away, the heated points of your cheeks undeniable. “Caleb, you big dummy—”

“Come on, princess. I was just messin’ around with you.” 

Slinging an arm around your waist, he drags you closer to his broad chest, the ends of his bangs tickling you when he leans in to smooch your cheek in the middle of the fake Ikea living room. Another couple walks past, their curious gazes darting to the two of you, and you feel the weight of judgement—the understanding of why your boyfriend is being so touchy-feely with you right now. 

Caleb decides to humor you, wanting to make you feel comfortable by interjecting lame jokes whenever the two of you drift to a new Ikea showcase. He pretends to measure the height of the kitchen counter in comparison with you, a half-serious thoughtful look on his face as he cups his hands by his side and bends slightly, trying to picture how you would look like sprawled out over the slick tiles and gasping while he—

Oh.

He can definitely see what you’re on about now. 

Shopping for furniture suddenly stopped feeling like a chore, especially when you can amuse each other by speculating on just how sturdy the fixings would be for future, intimate encounters. 

You would test a table’s resilience by sitting on it, and Caleb would give you a knowing look and a smirk. In the bathroom aisles, he slips inside a makeshift shower, pretending to measure the dimensions of how your body would fit pressed against the glass. 

Things get a little too real in the bedroom section. Caleb chuckles as you discreetly kneel by the edge of the bed, turning back to look at him with a heated tint in your cheeks. 

“Peak comfort, Colonel?” You tease him and he pretends to mull it over.

“Sturdy as can be, soldier… though the Malm does look more cosy…”

Caleb pinches your arm in warning when you slump over the sofa bed and spread your legs, trying to picture how ergonomic it would be when he has you folded like a lawn chair and is rocking your world apart. “Princess, behave—” he hisses, shielding you from an elderly couple who strolls by, oblivious to your mischief. 

Hand in hand, Caleb and you make a mental note of each piece of furniture that passed the degeneracy test when you finally load up the trolley. 

He glances at you as you’re deep in thought over some light fixtures, and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to kiss the top of your head.

When he first bought his house in Skyhaven, he gave it little thought—letting moving boxes pile up, and leaving it sterile and empty. Then, you came into the picture and what was once four blank walls became his favorite thing in the world: a home—a real home—with you. 

♡ feedback and reblogs are appreciated

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[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Sebek Zigvolt - Nightmare Suit Voice Lines

Halloween, eh... I've got this handled. I'll show everyone a very special fright! (Zero: Bark!)

Summon: This is Halloween! I'll teach you how truly terrifying Halloween can be.

Groovification: Here we go! Time to give everyone a taste of a completely new form of absolute terror. (Zero: Bark, bark!)

Home: I worry this will fray...

Swap Looks: Zero, are you coming along with me? (Zero: Bark, bark!)

Home Transition 1: I saw Leona-senpai taking a nap while surrounded by some undersea-creatures... He must have nerves of steel...

Home Transition 2: I passed by one of the townsfolk whose features resembled that of a bat... I feel as though they resemble one of the Thorn Fairy's men that I once saw in a painting.

Home Transition 3: Despite our strange predicament, Jade-senpai seems to be in high spirits... Is Octavinelle truly well with him as Vice Housewarden?

Home Transition - Login 1: Hey, don't let your guard down one bit! From under the bed, to the shadow cast by the doors... You never know where some strange creature might be lurking.

Home Transition - Login 2 (Swap Looks): Hey! Stop clinging to me, you ghost... Uh, dog...? Hmm. I guess I should just call you Zero, after all. (Zero: Bark, bark bark!)

Home Transition - Groovy: There cannot be a Halloween without candy! We require brainpower in order to think up ways to be frightening. Obviously, we need to keep our sugar levels high.

Home Tap 1: I never thought I'd ever be wearing something so stitched and patched up like this... In any ordinary situation, I would have disposed of such clothing before it became this shoddy!

Home Tap 2: I thought Sally was a mere rag doll, but it seems she actually has more of a spine than I thought. I misjudged her!

Home Tap 3: Jack may rule over Halloween, but he behaves in such a frivolous manner! A king ought to be dignified, powerful ruler over their people.

Home Tap 4: Skully is just overwhelmingly enamored by Jack and his fellows... I'm getting increasingly exasperated every single time he raves on and on about his adoration.

Home Tap 5: Aah! ...Oh, it's just you. Don't scare me like that. Just a moment ago, one of the townsfolk jumped out of a trashcan when I tried to open it... This is no good for my poor heart!!

Home Tap - Groovy: This truly is a strange town. For better or for worse, it looks as though there will be many memorable moments here.

DUO: [SEBEK]: Jade-senpai, I have no need for your assistance! [JADE]: I'll simply cheer you on, Sebek-kun.

Requested by Anonymous.

[steviebunny]

2. Glorified Cult Leader

Dubai

"So Daniel, do you have any questions?"

The reporter stares at Louis in near astonishment, removing his glasses to rub his aching head.

"About the woman with the face full of teeth? Yes, I have fucking questions! You had that one in disguise this whole time" Daniel motions to Armand with his glasses "Should I assume there's a demon lady pretending to dust shelves in a sexy maid uniform somewhere around here?"

Louis crosses an ankle over his knee with a slight laugh, Armand's arm loops over the back of the back of the sofa and rubs his hand. "No. Nothing like that. Patience Daniel and good things will come, let the story take you where it needs you to be."

___

Paris

The Rusalka moves gracefully through the vast library shelves, fingers gently grazing cover after cover. Heeled shoes moving after the other creating an echo off the marble floors. Her head raises, no longer lost in thought- she sniffs the air.

"You can come out, you're not nearly as sneaky as you seem to think you are."

A tapping of leather soles against the floor much like her own sounds from behind her.

The well-dressed leader she met the other evening walks out from behind a shelf, he leans against the wood shifting his weight onto one hip, placing his hand in his coat pocket with well-rehearsed grace. 

Her eyes trace over him and then roll “If you’re trying to kill me I wish you luck, it’s not easy.”

“Who says I wish to end your life?” 

“Your kind is territorial, I haven’t had the best experiences in the past, can you blame me for running? Not to mention your man chased me, not a very good first impression.” 

“Santiago is not my man.” His stoicism falls face curling in disgust at the accusation. 

“Right, you’re paired with the bookworm.” Her eyes shine and something swipes sideways, blinking slowly like an alligator. 

“You’re no longer deemed a threat. Siren. But you’re perspective, we could have a place for one of your kind in the coven. So long as you behave of course.”

“Wrong.” 

“Hmm?” His eyebrows perk up and his head tilts. 

“Not a siren. Similar, but I don’t sing. And I don’t lure unfaithful men to the depths. I just eat the evil ones, it’s a lot less dramatic that way.”

“You get to define what evil is?”

“Yes. You, vampires, are so strange…you love each other so purely, even when you hate. It’s so obvious, but you keep screwing each other over? I can’t tell if it’s a self-preservation instinct or not. I think you’d be a lot happier if your covens were big love fests instead of the whole master-servant dynamic.”

Armand scowls, fangs dipping slightly with a cat-like hiss. “You think yourself omniscient? We need structure, solitary vampires either wither by their lonesome until they meet the flame or sow chaos in their wake. Humans always search for more, money, power, love, knowledge, more. Why hold on to this part of your humanity when you can live content? A part of something better, the coven offers such.”

The rusalka laughs and her melodious voice has a sharp screech-like tinge to it- “Content! Oh, so great coven leader!” She cries clasping her hands together, pressing them against her face. “Who surrounds himself with sycophants, Truly the best representation of a content being, yeah? You vampires want just as much as I do. You’re not built to be lonely, companionship is in your blood. So don’t preach to me about contentment you glorified cult leader.”

Armand steps closer, face inches from the rusalka towering over her, he removes his sunglasses- tucking them into his chest pocket he looks deep into her eyes and calmly with a sneer says “You’re vulnerable. It makes you weak. We are not the only coven in France and you will not be able to run forever. Unless of course, you aim to end your studies so quickly after arriving.”

“How’d you…?”

“I may not be able to read your mind but this place is flooding with your peers. It’s quite the story you’ve concocted for yourself, the best lies are rooted in some truth are the not?” 

“My vulnerability is my power, just as yours could be. Screw your rules and your laws, going behind each others backs to make things end up your way. Just to end in failure. May it be a century or a millennia from now, but still failure.”

“Then let me offer you this. Join the coven. Prove to them why the laws should change.”

—

Dubai

“Is this my cue?” Daniel had been imagining this voice since it was first described to him but the reality was something else altogether. “Sorry, I didn’t have time to pick up a maid’s uniform. I know how much you like the Univision style.” The woman rounds the furniture flashing a smile at the two vampires and perching herself on the arm of the journalist's seat.

“You still smell of him.” Armand’s lip curls and Louis looks to the tempered windows for a distraction.

“I didn’t have time to swim yet either. You’re the two avoiding him. I made no such promise, I’m not involved.”

“Wait! Please tell me she isn’t taking about-”

“Lestat.” Louis interrupts as Daniel looks to the Rusalka with a look that borders on horror. “There’s an agreement in place. When she’s here she doesn’t discuss him, when she’s there she won’t discuss us.”

“It's a horrendous deal, really.”

“HOW DOES SHE EVEN KNOW LESTAT?!”

Louis stands and stretches his arms to his companions, each of them placing a hand in one of his. “This seems like a natural breaking point, you should rest Daniel. We’ll continue tomorrow.” Louis immediately begins to escort his partners out of the room leaving the reporter in shock.

“WHAT KIND OF HORSE-SHIT DO YOU MEAN BY NATURAL BREAKING POINT?!”

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Thank you for reading. Sorry this isn't very long :(

[sleepymccoy]

Kirk: as we know the alien species only accept petitions from people who are dating

Kirk: it's a cultural thing

Kirk: so we need a couple to go into the alien congress and speak on our behalf

Kirk: Spock, Bones, are you up for it?

Spock: I believe the doctor and I could sufficiently convince them that we are dating, yes

Bones: Spock, we are dating

Spock: just like that, very good, doctor

Bones: what's he on about? Spock, what are you on about? We're dating!

Kirk: hmm, Spock has a point

Bones: I clearly missed it when he made his damn point

Spock: we may be dating but we will have to act like it too

Bones: I act like it, thicko! Just cos you're allergic to PDA

Spock: it is out of respect to our colleagues that I do not like to-

Bones: strange kind of respect you-

Spock: I behave perfectly well, any failure in our relationship is-

Bones: you aren't going to pin shit on me, darlin', you're -

Kirk: maybe anyone else should do this

Fake dating except they're actually dating they're just so bad at it they also have to fake date

[bunnibaby-love]

I don’t know if your taking requests, but if you are can I please get Step-dad Zayne and like thigh grinding with a lil daddy kink. Idk I love him 🙁

🍒 Zayne x

F!Reader 🍒

♡ nsfw + stepcest + thigh grind + daddy kink

It's past twelve o'clock yet you still can't fall asleep. Recently, you're having.....strange dreams. Maybe it wasn't so strange for a young girl like you to have dirty dreams but the man in your dreams is your mom's new husband, your step father Zayne

Not only Zayne is captivating handsome man, he's also a renowned doctor. Althought stoic, he's still charming to everybody else

You tried to ignore these strange dreams of yours but later fall on your dark fantasies. You watched porn with the male resembling him while touching yourself or using the favority toy of yours.

You got suprised when a cold hand touch your shoulder and open your eyes to look behind you "It's past your bedtime. Why are you still up?" There, Zayne loosing up his tie

"....Homework..." you averted your red cheeks from him and continue to look again at your textbook. It's getting harder to look at him with guilt but also desire

"You had whole week to do that and now you're procastinating again" he hold up a firm demeanour but still sat beside you "Let me help you with that so you could rest already"

Your eyes widen when he position himself behind you while both of you are sitting at floor in the living room. Zayne is smart and patient to taught you the lesson you're stuck. His teaching will be easier to understand if only you could ignore his groin against your soft ass.

You can barely take it anymore as you try to innocently play it off as just moving but actually grinding more to feel him. You cannot wait to finish this boring lesson so you could finally released yourself on your bedroom

Zayne suddenly gripped your waist and subtly smirk on your ear "Behave Y/N" you gripped your pen and bow your head deeper on your notebook when you realize he caught your actions

"Ah!" Zayne maneauver your body and sat you on his lap "Daddy?" you look up to him with those bambi eyes of yours

"I really like when you call me that..." His cold hand cupped your cheek "Tell me darling about the dream you we're having these past few nights?....or whatever you're doing on your room after dinner?" Your eyes widen when yoi realize he heard your gasp and moan and definitely the way you call out his name

"I'm sorry daddy...i know it's wrong...it's not my fault! my brain is just getting fuzzy..." You fiddle with your fingers while apologizing from your naughty behaviour

"I'm not mad" He chuckled and settle you on his right thigh "Tell me about what's on the little head of yours hmm? tell me and i'll let you ride my thigh"

"Are you...? Here? Really? Are you testing me? I'm really sorry just don't tell me to mom-- eak!" he grind his thigh against your clothed core

"Your mother isn't here. She's on a sudden trip and yes i am serious" He stand up while carrying you to sat on couch "I'm very tired and stressed from my work sweetheart, i would appreciate it if you could relieve my stress"

You can't take it anymore plus you're already busted anyways better just take it. You started to hump on his thigh "I..i dreamed about you touching me..."

"Where?" He fixes his glasses to look at you intently

"Everywhere...like my chest" He trace his index finger against your clothed chest and slowly unbotton your pajama top while you're holding you're breath

He began to slowly plant kisses and nip on your chest, slowly starting to move lower and lower down your body. His hand on your back began to slowly move down to your waist again, lightly caressing the skin where it touched.

"Continue baby..." he assist your waist for a bit so you could grind more while he leaves kisses from your collarbone to your bud "You're so pretty and yet so naughty"

"Daddy im coming. .ah.....ah...ahh..." you didn't wait for his approval as you released all over his slacks. "M'sorry..." you pout and hide your face on his neck

You jolted up when his cold finger gaze on your clit "She wants more doesn't she? Well darling we have the whole night to ourself"

Althought embrassed still you smile on his shoulder and heared his belt unbuckle

[ladylokianna]

I have read many posts about Aemond, but what about his wife (not counting Alys and the plot of the book)? Do you have any headcanon?How does she behave towards him? What is her character like? Is she accommodating or does she argue when Aemond goes too far?

✦ Her behaviour toward Aemond changes accordingly to the level of their intimacy: at the beginning, when they both need to adjust to their marriage and to each other's presence, she was a little shy and stiff, but with time, when they're used to one another, she enjoys a lot his company and is more outgoing and passionate.

✦ She respecting his boundaries about pda, knowing that Aemond doesn't like to show any kind of feeling outside their private, so she simply exchanges gazes with him during dinner or interwine a hand with one he usually places behind his back.

✦ When they're in public, she use to communicate with him with a secret code of their own, made with gestures, glances and his signature "hmm", a thing she's so used to, that she could tell if Aemond is displeased, annoyed or bored (or on the contrary, if he's glad or relaxed) just with a single "hmm" without having to look at his face.

✦ She arguing with him because she wants to stand to his left side when they are in public (because of his blind spot), and Aemond insisting that she should stand to his right because he should be protecting her and not vice versa.

✦ Her leaving any quarrel between them in their rooms and always sticking by his side no matter what, having his back against everything and everyone: she's very protective of Aemond and she's like the first person to stand up in his defense. Obviously, you can be sure as hell she's ready to scold him when he misbehave: not in public, never in public, but she always tells him when she's not pleased with something he did.

✦ She respecting his personal space (above all, his safe place, that is his private library) and always asking if he wants to stay a little alone (to vent for something, to read in peace or whatever he wants to do on his own) or if she can stay with him, knowing that Aemond is not doing it on purpose and that he will reach for her company whenever he's ready.

✦ She avoiding anything with pork or wild boar because she knows that he literally hates them since his younger years (since the pink dread incident), even if Aemond insists that she should not deprive herself of something because of one of his strangeness.

✦ Dancing? Since Aemond doesn't like it (probably the first and last time they danced was at their wedding), she politely declines all requests, preferring to remain beside him, sometimes holding one of his hands in her own.

✦ She giving him presents even when it is not his nameday, but mainly for the simple pleasure of giving and to bring a smile to his face, whether it is a sunflower (in my headcanon his favourite flower), a new ointment for the socket of his missing eye or, sometimes, a new doodle on him (something, the latter, that she does only after realising that it is something that makes him feel flattered and not annoyed).

✦ She being so patient that he sometimes wonders how she puts up with him, especially in the beginning when he almost lost his mind at the thought she was using praises and terms of endearment not because she cares and loves him, but to make fun of him: he needed a lot of time to understand that she is a safe place.

[m00nymonster]

It All Sounded Interesting

Written for Tideland's On the Loose prompt!

"I'll give you a tour of the station, Three, and if you want we can go to the planet later," Dr. Ratthi said, clearly excited. This was my first time on Preservation Station, and I wanted to make a good impression.

"Yes, Dr. Ratthi," I said. 1.0 told me I didn't have to answer humans if I didn't want to anymore, but old habits die hard. Dr. Ratthi gave me a sad half smile.

"Ratthi is fine, Three."

"Yes, Ratthi."

It felt strange to address a human so informally. A lot of things were strange now that I was rogue. Freedom in general was strange.

"I--oh. Just a minute." Dr. Ratthi got a vague look on his face, and turned away, subvocalizing as he did so. I looked around. 1.0 had told me that humans here didn't know what SecUnits looked like, so they would think I was an augmented human, but 1.0 had also altered its configuration. Perihelion had offered a similar treatment, and while I had declined a physical alteration (not being SecUnit standard bothered me and I didn't know why) I had altered my code to grow my hair out. Still, it was strange to look at the humans through a fringe of hair.

So many things were strange, now.

I looked around, and realized Dr. Ratthi had walked away, probably assuming I was following along behind. A transport docked and a flood of humans deboarded, chattering amongst themselves, separating me further. I could ping Dr. Ratthi, ask him where he was. I could. If I wanted to.

Decisions were hard, so I was proud of myself when I decided not to follow him and instead let the crowd drift me away.

The main discourse was beautifully decorated, with sculptural shapes hanging from the ceiling and both holo and real plants scattered along the pathways, as well as many comfortable looking chairs and benches. There were several storefronts, but the one that drew me had a large display of media, including almost an entire wall of nonfiction books. 1.0 found my fascination with nonfiction puzzling--it preferred fiction--but it wasn't here.

A human walked up to me.

"We have digital and paper books," he said, his smile making little wrinkles around his eyes. I was confused.

"Paper?"

"Yes! We sell all genres. Are you a history fan?"

I wasn't sure how to answer this, but as I said, old habits die hard.

"I'm not sure."

"Hmm. Well, I have several interesting books if you want to find out! The most popular here of course is the story of Preservation, but I have other polities as well as the Corporate Rim."

It all sounded interesting.

"All of it, please," I said.

"All of it?"

At his expression I hesitated. This seemed like an unusual request. 1.0 had told me to not behave unusually.

"Just Preservation," I amended. The man beamed.

"No, no, always happy to encourage a fellow history enthusiast! Which would you like first?"

Dr. Ratthi found me an hour later, browsing the last of the nonfiction selection. I had already downloaded all the history books the man in the shop had recommended, and now was looking at biographies.

"There you are!" he said, out of breath. "I was looking everywhere for you!"

"Ah, is this your friend? I must say, this young person is a voracious reader! Quite commendable!"

Ar Dr. Ratthi's glance I looked down.

"1.0 gave me a hard currency card," I said meekly. It would not have understood why I actually paid for the books instead of just downloading them, but according to it I also didn't have to justify my decisions to anyone anymore.

Dr. Ratthi smiled. "If you want more I'll cover it," he said. The shopkeeper smiled widely.

Later, when I'd left with as much as Dr. Ratthi and my hard currency card could afford, Dr. Ratthi laughed.

"I'll say this, SecUnits certainly aren't predictable. Set you loose and you buy half the bookstore!"

I wasn't sure what to say to this, so I didn't. It was nice.

[possessable]

Hi guys remember that elaborate Captain Underpants And The Insidious Incident of the Infectious Inside Joke fanfic idea i had but never actually wrote ? Here's the Entire summary/rough planning document in case you wanted to know how it actually went (warning it is the entire thing under the readmore so it's Long):

George and Harold take note that the students of Jerome Horwitz Elementary seem a little bit off today. They're all smiling and giggling about something, though about what exactly is indiscernible—not to mention The Glowing Yellow Eyes. Oh well, surely it's nothing Captain Underpants can't deal with!

(It's something Captain Underpants can't deal with.)

(Maybe someone else can?)

Over the weekend, George and Harold are hanging out in the treehouse, staying up late trying to plan out a Captain Underpants Theme Song(TM) (It's the Weird Al one, they're the ones who came up with it in universe for this fanfic I guess)

eventually when it gets to be too late they go home and say they'll keep planning it tomorrow, Sunday.

Alas, Tomorrow Comes and it is /not/ Sunday, It's Monday -- Both of the boys lost track of time and forgot that it was Actually The end of the weekend. Both of them accidentally slept in, and are Late For School. They end up rushing to get there so fast that they don't notice something is Slightly Off about the passerbys of the city streets…passerbyes? how do you pluralize "passerby"-- I mean that A Bunch Of people are weird and have glowing yellow eyes and big smiles and George and Harold don't notice.

("why are they rushing they don't seem like the type to be concerned about being late" it's funny sorry)

Point is, they get to school and everyone there is Slightly Off too, who would've guessed? The students are smiling and a lot of them are formed into weird little huddled groups whispering to each other and laughing And Also They Have Glowing Yellow eyes. George and harold do, in fact, think this is a little bit strange, but probably don't take as much note of it as they should.

George: Why is everyone so happy? Harold: Maybe they read our comic and thought it was really funny. George: We didn't /make/ a new comic, we were busy trying to figure out that theme song. Harold: Oh, yeah. uhhh. They're still laughing at one of our older ones, maybe? George: You might be giving us too much credit Harold: We can never have too much credit. George: Hmm. yeah, that's true.

They eventually gotta go to their separate classes and they're like

Harold: Oh, we were so preoccupied that we didn't even come up with any big pranks to do… George: I've always got some quick backups! [pulls out a whoopee cushion for himself] Might not be the most elaborate, but it's a classic. [he takes out…another prank item, i don't know i haven't figured it out, and tosses it to harold.] Harold: [nodding] Classic.

So they part ways and go to their classes.

Cut to George's class, the other students are weirdly well behaved, sitting still and staring straight forward with the same smile plastered on their faces. George looks around, a little confused at their cheerful dispositions, but the teacher Ms. Ribble still seems to be normal and blah-blah-blah-ing boringly about Whatever Subject.

George decides to put his simple prank plan into action and tosses the whoopee cushion onto her chair as she's sitting down. She sits on it, it makes the Funny Fart Sound, she gets annoyed--but none of the other students laugh or react whatsoever. They continue their blank-smiled stares.

Ms. Ribble simply removes the whoopee cushion from her chair with an irritated look on her face and continues teaching. George is baffled.

(During that whole scene it's intermittently cutting to Harold's class, where The Same Thing Happens with his prank attempt. He is /also/ baffled.)

Anyway, at the end of their classes, the students file out of the door in a neat line (except for george and harold who kind of just walk past everyone else confusedly. as George leaves--in the background, one of the smiling students approaches Ms.Ribble. She looks at them indignantly like "what do you want" but then the student grabs her by the arm and yanks her down so they're face to face, about to Do Something--George doesn't notice at all and leaves before the interaction is completed.)

Point is, George and Harold meet up again in the hallway, and both of them Immediately ask -

George and Harold, simultaneously: What was THAT??? Harold: Nobody even -- George: There wasn't even a /single/ sensible chuckle at the whoopee cushion! How can you not chuckle at a whoopee cushion!? Harold: That's what I was about to say!!!! Nobody reacted at ALL! George: Are you thinking what I'm thinking? Harold: Something weird is going on! george [at the same time]: Something weird is going on…

They walk down the hallway for a bit longer, this time taking more note of the weird huddled groups of whispering students. They grow More Concerned.

Then Melvin walks up to them.

Melvin: Do you two know what's going on with everyone today? It is /very/ annoying. Did you put out another one of your juvenile comics? George: Actually, no. We're with you on this one, we have no idea what's so funny. Melvin: Hm. Whatever… I have calculus notes to study…[walks off to go to his locker] Harold: ?????? Calculus????

Melvin tries to get to his locker, but there's one of those weird huddles of kids (three kids, probably) in front of it. He tries to push past them and utterly fails.

Melvin: Uh. Hello? You're standing in front of my locker. [The children ignore him and continue whispering and laughing to themselves.] Melvin: /What/ are you /giggling/ at? The Children, all in unison: We learned a really funny joke. Melvin: …Right. Can you-- The Children: Do you want to know what it is? Melvin: If the explanation for your joke requires a lead-in /asking me/ if i want to know the joke, then it's probably too long of an explanation! I don't have time for this… [starts walking off] I can--

As Melvin tries to leave, one of the kids grabs him by the arm and pulls him back. He protests, obviously, but another one of the kids leans in and whispers something in his ear, then giggles. Melvin looks confused at first, and then his face shifts and he starts smiling like the other kids are. He laughs , and with a little blinks, acquires The Glowing Yellow eyes.

George and harold have been watching this entire interaction from the sidelines and are now Obviously concerned. Melvin notices them and approaches, like "They were right, the joke IS really funny :-) I think you two would like it, do you want to know what it is?"

George and harold Do Not. They run away.

As they're running in panic, they discuss how something is DEFINITELY wrong -- maybe before it could be denied, but melvin Would Not Say That. Also, some of the kids notice them and start chasing after them. They get to the front of the school and they're about to run out the doors, but Krupp walks up and stops them, crossing his arms.

Krupp: What do you two think you're doing? George: Principle Krupp! There's-- Krupp: You two show up late for school, run around in the halls which is /absolutely/ against the rules-- Harold: [gesturing to the weird kids] Mister Krupp, there's a-- Krupp: Don't interrupt me--and now you're trying to /leave/ entirely? Not on my watch! You two, my office, n-- George: [snaps]

Obviously Captain tries to do that thing where he rips off all of his clothes and yells his Mighty Battle Cry but George and Harold stop him like "No, hold on, you'll draw too much attention to us" and usher him out the door. They run back to the tree house.

In the treehouse, Captain switches back into his usual (lack of) clothes.

Captain: What's the situation, sidekicks? George: There's some sort of weird…happy humorous hivemind… Captain: Humorous happy hivemind, huh? Harold: Some sort of insidious incident of an infectious inside joke… George: Title drop Captain: What? Harold: [nodding] Title drop Captain: Hm! Well, I don't know what that means but all-in-all i appreciate the awesome act of alliteration.

So they explain in more detail what they're talking about, and decide they need to go out and try to find The Source of this weird hivemind plague and put A STOP to it!

Before heading out, they decide to stock up on supplies and Weapons for Self Defense… They look around the treehouse. George finds a slingshot and decides that's good enough. Harold is like "I swear I had something good around here, a nerf gun or something…" but can't find it. Captain helps look around and at first finds the plans for the theme song and he's like "Oh this is great :-D" but now is not the time for that of course . he finds a SuperSoaker instead and picks it up, pointing it directly to his face

captain: Ooh, what's this, a watergun? harold: DON'T POINT THAT AT YOUR-- captain: Kidding, kidding! [hands it to Harold] I learned to stop doing that after the first 15 times. george: 16 captain: Yes!

with that , They head out.

The people on the streets are, in fact, all weird and infeccted as well. Captain is briefly like "Hey what's the problem with this hivemind if it's making people happy that doesn't seem too bad -- [one of the infected tries to grab him violently by the arm] Nevermind that's weird [he punches them away]"

They try to figure out what could've possibly caused Whatever Is Going On, standing in an area with no infected to try and think. While the boys are trying to figure that out, captain goes "Well, atleast we can look at this lovely sunset while we wait."

The boys go "What ??? Captain it's the middle of the day, there's no sunset--" and then look to see what he's talking about and notice that part of the sky is, in fact, being tinted weird shades of orange and yellow by this ominously silhouetted glowing thing on top of a tall building.

It's a meteor. There's a giant glowing meteor that landed on top of a building in the city, particularly a building that boasts the city's Moderately Large Spaghetti Bowl Monument, a large empty metal spaghetti bowl + fork statue. It landed inside of the bowl, obviously, fitting perfectly and causing little structural damage to the rest of the building.

They decide to check it out. Captain flies them all over there, temporarily leaving the boys nearby on the ground below while he heads up to go confront The Meteor.

He flies up to it, inspects it closely, determines it to be Just A Weird Rock that doesn't hold any immediate threat to him, and turns away to give a little speech, "Worry not, citizens of this marvelous metropolis! This strange glowing rock stands no chance against the great warrior of waistbands!"

He turns back to notice that the meteor is glowing even brighter and making a weird charge-up sound, and does not process it in time to dodge when it shoots a giant laser beam at his face.

He falls to the ground, making a giant crater when he impacts the floor. George and harold shout "No!" and run up to check on him. he has little scrapes on his face from having fallen into the ground so hard.

so follows this one comic:

So they run away, of course--and Captain pursues them, of course.

So now they're running through the streets fighting off regular infected with their shoddy weapons [Watergun and Slingshot] while also trying to evade Captain, who is More Dangerous because he Has Superpowers. He starts trying to attack them by doing the underwear slingshot thing at them

Harold: No! I never thought the unlimited underwear ability would be used against us! George: What about the super strength and flight and stuff? Harold: I know, but the unlimited underwear thing is just so much more personal… George: [sighing sadly] Yeah, it is…

After a while of running, they end up cornering themselves in an alleyway, because that always happens in situations like these.

They try to figure out what to do, because they can't imagine their dinky little kids toy weapons would do anything against Captain, but they don't have much time to think because George gets Threateningly Grabbed By The Collar Of His Shirt and Lifted By The Infected Hero.

Harold panics and finally just shoots Captain in the face with the supersoaker.

He drops George, shutting his eyes while he shakes the water out of his face with a "Aughrublblsgjblrbh!" noise--and when he opens them again, the yellow glow is gone. And Also He is Very Angry and Confused looking.

Krupp: WBHUH. WHAT. [looks at Lack Of Clothes] Not this again! George, Harold, WHY am I--!?? [he looks at the boys for 5 seconds to see that they look genuinely afraid and panicked. He quiets down from his yelling, now too preoccupied Being Slightly Concerned to feel angry] Krupp: Why are you… [looks around for a little bit more and then notices the scrapes on his face] Why is my face-- George: Wait, Krupp isn't infected! Harold: [gasp] You're right! Krupp: What? [Harold grabs Krupp by the arm and start running out of the alleyway] Harold: We're going to the treehouse, now! Krupp: [now angry again] WHAT? CAN I AT LEAST FIND MY CLOTHES FIRST!? George: They're at the treehouse. Krupp: THEY'RE AT THE--!?? Of course they're at the treehouse, why wouldn't they be at the treehouse?

Cut to the treehouse.

Krupp angrily puts on his clothes and his toupee.

Krupp: You boys…have a /lot/ of explaining to do. [long uncomfortable silence] George: …I'm gonna try something first Krupp: What do you mean /try somethi/-- [George snaps at Krupp. This brings back the glowing yellow eyes and empty smile on Captain's face, and he immediately lunges at george to try and attack him again. Harold shoots him with the supersoaker.] George: sorry i wanted to see if captain was back to normal yet Krupp: AUAGABLBHRGHBL [shakes head] What /is/ that!? Stop doing that! George: Okay, okay! explaining now!

The boys explain the whole "there's a weird hivemind thing going on (We had nothing to do with it this time we swear), and everyone in the school got infected, and everyone on the streets is infected, and YOU got infected too--but we…splashed you with water…which snapped you out of it, and, uhh, uhhhh"

They neglect to mention Captain.

Krupp stares at them skeptically.

They decide to tack on "Also, you have superpowers…?"

/That/ gets Krupp to react--He goes "WHAT? That is ridiculous! This is another one of your guys' stupid pranks there's--" starts laughing incredulously "I DO NOT Have--" he immediately stops laughing "….what type of superpowers"

george and harold very casually list off some of them like "oh yeah uh, flight. super strength, super resilience, uhh"

krupp stares at the floor like "…i guess that would…explain that one time when…[cut to flashback of him accidentally levitating to get something off of a high shelf and then only noticing 5 seconds later] …and the…. that other time when [cut to flashback of him getting frustrated and slamming his head on his desk only to break the entire thing in half]"

george and harold look at him, saying "i bet he's having a sequence of comedic but also revelatory flashbacks right now"

Anyway, while Krupp is having a small crisis, The Boys huddle and talk to each other.

Harold: How are we gonna get out of this one? George: "This one" as in Krupp knowing about the super powers or "This one" as in the alien meteor plague? Harold: Both! George: Hmm. Look, I hate to say this, but I think with a situation as widespread as this, we may need… Harold: No… George: We need Good, Responsible adults on our team! Harold: UGH George: And with Captain out of commission, we just have "responsible!" [gestures to Krupp] Harold: I guess you're right…but who else even is there? It's not like any of the staff at the school would help us! george: [thinking] george: except for… Harold: Oh, right! Harold: [turns back to Krupp] You stay here, we gotta get someone Krupp: [preoccupied looking at a figurine of captain underpants]

To make a long story short, they go to the school cafeteria to get Edith.

they explain "EDITH! THere's a weird alien hivemind thing and and-and the. WE NEED HELP!!"

and edith really doesn't question it too hard before taking out a cast iron pan from Somewhere like "Okay i'll help you guys"

and then the boys are like "Wh. W. No you can't use a cast iron pan these -- that's like, an actual--that will concuss people"

edith proceeds to go "OH right right sorry so sorry" and takes out a stainless steel pan instead because it's a bit lighter. george and harold obviously object to this as well before edith chooses an actually acceptable kitchen weapon [fire extinguisher maybe? she picks it up and the boys are like "NO THAT WILL ALSO CONCUSS PEOPLE" but then she demonstrates that she's gonna use it by spraying the fire extinguisher and not by using it as a blunt force weapon and they're like "okay yeah that's fine whatever"]

The boys get back to the treehouse and climb inside.

Krupp: Oh, you're back. [putting down the paper with the captain underpants theme song planning on it, which he was holding for some reason] This place is an absolute /pig-sty/ by the way! Why does it smell like grape soda in here? You should-- edith: [climbs inside of the treehouse as well] Krupp: [immediately shuts up] Heyyyy Edithhhh [charasmatically leans against something and rests his head on his palm] edith: Benjamin Krupp [charasmatically Snaps And Does Fingerguns]

captain immediately tries to lunge at george and harold again but they shoot him with the supersoaker [they're not even scared this time they're just unamused] and they look at edith like "DO NOT snap at him." edith is like "Right right sorry I forgot." Krupp is confused.

The boys start explaining and planning like

Harold: Okay. We have to get to the meteor's building--and it /will/ be a dangerous journey. Since Krupp can't fly us there like Captain would've-- krupp: what? harold: --we've planned out an entire route by foot, each step we take will be meticulously calculated to avoid dangerous encounters and [insert overly planned and overly dramatic route drawn on a paper map of the city, insert the boys mentioning] … if we get into trouble edith can take one for the team and lure the infected away for us-- krupp: What!?? edith: [nods agreeably] harold: --because she's definitely smart and could survive on her own Krupp: AND I COULDN'T???

eventually after way too much explanation of their elaborate plan Krupp finally interrupts [almost snaps to get their attention but refrains and waves his hands/claps instead] to say "Guys. hey. Hey listen to me."

and the boys are like "What?"

and Krupp is like "I Have a car"

To make a long story short, they drive to the meteor building and go inside so they can get to the roof. In the building there are More Infected--with each level they go up the infected get More Aggressive due to their proximity to the meteor. Shenanigans ensue, montage of them fighting off the infected with their ridiculous weapons [supersoaker, slingshot, fire extinguisher, krupp doesn't even have a weapon he's just there] and also with each floor they're trying to get Krupp to figure out how to use his powers. He's doing an Okay Job at figuring them out but not A Great Job.

Also, the entire time the boys keep humming/singing the captain underpants theme song and krupp is like "Can you stop doing that it's annoying"

Anyway, eventually on one of the higher floors the windows are broken for some reason-- edith gets into A Scuffle with an infected person and uhh. gets shoved out of one of the windows. Krupp tries to grab her but fails, so she falls out of the building. Naturally, Krupp jumps out after her without the slightest bit of hesitation.

This concerns the boys greatly because to them it looks like the two adults on their team just died.

Obviously they /don't/ die, though. Krupp , falling, reaches out for edith , managing to grab her and finally figure out how to intentionally use his flight powers for the first time . He flies back up to the floor that George and Harold are at, holding edith in a bridal style carry with both of them looking utterly baffled, and Harold is just like

(old art haha)

Anyway. now that he can fly they don't need to scale up the rest of the floors of the building, they just fly up to the roof of the building.

Also, krupp by this point has begun humming/singing the captain underpants theme song to himself as well and george and harold are like "i thought you said it was annoying" and krupp begrudgingly admits "IT'S CATCHY."

Anyway, Meteor time!

I don't feel like typing the rest, it's just those two comics i made

Anyway, Yada yada yada, they have a confrontation and a fight ensues. George is like "Let everyone go from your weird hivemind thing!" and the following comic i made happens:

anyway. The Meteor then shoots another beam at george and actually hits him because Krupp was too distracted waiting for an answer to help him dodge this time (krupp: WAIT NO)

(harold: No! George! D-: Why does this keep happening it's just like the anti-humor beam from the first movie krupp: [from across the room] The first what? harold: Nothing)

anyway george is infected now. he stands up Slowly and Ominously and starts walking towards harold to infect him as well or something [meteor's not just using a beam again for The Drama] and harold is like "George! No! Uhh, uhh--" he panics and tries to think of something to do and just ends up singing the captain underpants theme song that they were coming up with the day before. George actually stops his approach and freezes for a second.

Meteor: [confused] What are you doing? krupp: [alarmed] What are you doing!? harold: I DONT KNOW I JUST THOUGHT IT MIGHT HELP [continues badly singing]

Harold keeps singing and it does seem to stop/confuse george from going any further. edith also joins in. The meteor yells at them to shut up because the song is annoying. Harold is like "i think you mean it's Catchy :-)" and the meteor is like "No I do not."

Note to self. This would be a lot more dramatic in the actuual thing the summary document makes it sound stupid as hell but that's okay

extended period of silence before the meteor starts going "nananana captain underpants yeah yeah yeaaa" to itself and then it's like "GOD DAMN IT"

Anyway, point is, they all sing the themesong at it really loudly [krupp also joins in hesitantly] until the meteor goes "NO WHY IS YOUR MEMETIC COGNITOHAZARD MORE POWERFUL THAN MY MEMETIC COGNITOHAZARD!??" and gets annoyed/intimidated into Literally Growing Legs and walking away.

Conflict resolved! George is back to normal now. All is well. except george doesn''t seem super happy it seems like Seomething is on his mind still [thinking about the ethicality of Captain's existence]

They recoup at the treehouse again.

George starts guiltily explaining the entirety of the "we hypnotized you into being a superhero" thing to Krupp.

Krupp stares the entire time with an unreadable facial expression until George is done talking. There's an uncomfortable silence during which george and harold are expecting krupp to blow up at them.

eventually though krupp is just like "…wow. of course it was you. why wouldn't it been you?" in an oddly calm voice that sounds more relieved than angry

my explanation for why krupp isnt that mad by the end of the fic when he learns that george and harold did the hypno ring thing on him is because it takes place a relatively long time after the first movie [a year maybe? even over a year?] and during the first couple of months afterward he wasextremely mad and confused without an explanation but eventually resigned himself to just Not Having an explanation so now that he does have one he's just like "well. i should be absolutely furious but i already spent all of my furiousness now i'm just relieved to know not in a "im being nice and forgiving you on purpose" way more in a "i feel like i should be angry and i kind of want to be angry but im literally just not"

anyway, Another Awkward Silence Follows before george gingerly asks "uh…can we… see if captain is back to normal now?"

krupp is like "yeah whatever i've had enough of existing for today sure" and snaps at himself. Captain is, in fact, back to normal -- though he is also very confused and startled before george explains that they already saved the day and everything's good now.

uh, idk, Conclusion here?

The end!

EXTRAS:

i think i was gonna do a gag where edith is immune to the hivemind , which is because she is also an alien, but she just explains it to the gang as "oh i already have a distinct eye color of my own so i'm immune to it making my eyes yellow which means i'm also immune to the rest of it." this also means she was going to be shielding harold from the beam attacks by just like, standing in front of him and letting it hit her instead

i maybe was planning on putting a part sometime when they're ascending the building where the meteor talks directly to the gang through captain (possibly some music on the building's intercom/radio has snapping in it, whatevah) and then it monologues all mysterious and intimidating like "ohhh you are scaling my tower to have a direct confrontation with me? okay i won't stop you, but do you think --" and then edith is like "oh wait! i know you. (turns to the gang) i knew this meteor in college it sucked" and the meteor's just like "SHUT UP whatever nevermind i'm done monologuing just shoot the guy with the water again. see you at the top!"

the reason why captain is infected and krupp isn't is because it's a knowledge-based memetic infection. if you Know the joke you are Susceptible to the infection. however, due to The Memory Loss between the two, captain knows it and krupp does not. the beam attack is just the meteor beaming knowledge of the joke directly into someone's head without using a secondary proxy like someone verbally speaking/whispering it

the joke in question is cosmic and unknowable and incomprehensible to human-minds specifically, but for aliens it's the equivalent of a really basic/unfunny "why'd the chicken cross the road" style joke. at some point in the fic i think edith was gonna get grabbed and fakeout infected but after a Moment of Suspense, it's revealed to have absolutely no effect on her, and she just pipes up with "That joke's not even funny!" . this might have been what led up to her getting shoved out of the window because the infected resorted to more violent methods of getting her out of the way if she wasn't infectable

[hot-bumblebees]

Tricked

Olrox x witch male reader smut

Cw: hand jobs, softish sex, anal. Nothing crazy. Reader is aromatic btw.

Guys I know he’s with mizirak but I need him and mizirak broke his heart, he made him cry and that’s not chill.

Maybe a little ooc

….

The wind whistled throughout the dark town, making old wood creek and old signs cry. You clung onto your cloak as you walked through the empty streets trying find place that wasn’t so windy so you could open a portal. Finally you found a small sheltered area and went to it, staring to chant the words to open said portal. A blue circle started forming and it was getting brighter, but just before it could fully develop you were stopped by a strange mist.

“What’s your name?” A seductive voice asked.

“Why do you want to know?” You asked rather aggressively as your eyes narrowed. There was a weird vibe coming from what ever entity was surrounding you and it wasn’t helping you trust it.

Before your question was answered the mist grouped up turning into a human like figure with the most piercing green eyes you’ve ever seen.

“I need to know if I found the right person or if you’re going to become my next victim.” It answered as it moved closer to you.

You hesitated before giving it a fake name that people still knew you as. Knowing that giving out a real name to the wrong person could lead you to a hassle you opted out to giving it a fake name that people still knew you as.

But it wasn’t taking your lies and stepped frighteningly closer, towering over you as its green eyes stared into your soul.” You’re lying.” It blatantly stated as it finally showed itself. It was a man, a very beautiful man. He had darker skin but it somehow lacked colour, the brown colour came out as dull and his lips were a faint purple. His hair was impressive, it was long and silky so that even when the smallest gust of wind past by It would move.

You knew you should’ve probably been scared, horrified even, but you couldn’t stop yourself from feeling excited. You had to try very hard not to smile, making the man in front of you confused.

“Fine I’ll tell you my name if you give me a piece of your hair.” You try to comprise. It was fair, if he tried anything you could get him right back.

“No.” He declined defensively, showing his pointy teeth.

“Ah a vampire.” You laugh and get out from under him.” Good luck with trying to suck me dry. My blood is poisonous to vampires.” You say in a bragging tone as you walk back into the windy alley. But you didn’t get too far before he stood in front of you again.

“Garlic doesn’t harm us if that’s what you’re talking about. And I won’t hesitate to kill you for fun if you don’t cooperate.” He let out a devious laugh.

“I’m not talking about garlic.” You pulled your shirt collar down, revealing two scared puncture wounds.” And why won’t you give me your hair? Don’t you want your answer?” You look at him with a teasing look.

“It’s precious to me and you might use it to harm me.”

“Yeah if you give me reason, I’m not out here hexing people Willy nilly. I’ve got better things to do”

He hesitated for a moment before pulling off a strand and giving it to you.

“Perfect…” you put his hair in a little bottle and gave him your full attention.” My name is y/n l/n. Am I who you’re looking for? Hmm Olrox?” You peer up at him through your eyelashes, his face giving slight indication that you freaked him out by using his name, the one he’s never told you.

“Indeed you are the one I’m looking for.”

“What can I help you with?”

“I need your help finding something out and since you already know my name without me telling you, I assume you’re pretty good at your craft.”

“You could say that.” You humbly agreed.” I guess I’ll bring you back to my house.” You position your hands to open a portal like you had originally planned.” But you got to promise that you’ll behave.”

He smiled.” You’ve got my hair after all, I would be a fool if I did.”

The portal opened and you stood to the side letting him go in first and then following him, closing the portal.

“You can sit there.” You motioned to a table with a pretty f/c cover on it. He complied and sat on a chair watching you.” Can I offer you anything? Food? Tea? Wine?” You offer.

“I’m good, but thanks.” He replied as he tucked some hair behind his pointed ear.

“Suit yourself.”

Olrox sat patiently at the table as you got yourself a bottle of wine. You sat yourself across from him and took a sip out of the bottle.

“So what could a high and mighty vampire like you need from me?”

“I need your talents-“

You looked at him like he grew another head and drank again.” Ya no shit, what do you need?”

“Well if you let me finish you would have herd that I want you to tell me what that masia is up to.” He said with a repulsed look on his face.

“Ok then.” You pull out various tarot card decks.” Pick one.” He picks one of the decks. “Good choice this is one of my favourites.”

And so you got to work, telling him all that he needed to know. At some point he started drinking along side you, hearing about that stupid massia was really pissing him off.

“I feel like you already knew this.” You say as you pack up the cards.

“I’ve had my suspicions. It’s nice to hear things from another person whether it’s true or not.” His voice slower than before, making his voice so much hotter.

“You made me do me something that has no value to you? That’s like going to see a prostitute and not cuming, it’s a waste of time.” You dead pan.

“All though I’m not much of a believer your reading was quite accurate.”

You roll your eyes. This guy threatening your life to give him answers just turn out to be a none believer.” Do you want anything else?” You ask, hoping he would decline.

“My hair back.”

“That’s not gonna happen, not until I know you’re trust worthy.” you replied.

He rolled his eyes.

…

For some reason Olrox kept on coming back for nothing, he didn’t want potions or spells, he just liked being around you and drinking all your wine. He would come late at night and be weirdly sweet towards you but you didn’t suspect any ill intent from him. Maybe he just didn’t like being alone, he was in a foreign country after all.

At one point he even started letting you play with his hair, it makes him fall asleep. Some nights he would uncover a little more about his life, it made you sad, his life was very unfortunate. It had not been kind to him.

…

Fall was here and it was getting colder and although Olrox didn’t have a pulse or didn’t have circulating blood it was nice when he would come over and share a bed with you.

It was a rather calm night, not too cold or windy so you decided to go sweep the porch out side. You hummed a little song as you swept the dirt as you enjoyed the scenery around you.

What you didn’t expect was a some what angry vampire to appear right in front of you.

“What have you done with my hair?” He asked calmly but angrily.

You look around confused.” I haven’t done anything with it. It’s sitting in the house untouched.”

“Bullshit! You’ve done something to me.” His eyes glow a brighter green as he backs you up against the railing.

“What are you talking about?” You started to get mad with his accusations. He was your friend you wouldn’t do anything bad to him.

“You put a love spell on me! I can’t get you out of my head whenever I’m away from you and you even made it so that my unbeating heart does things when I’m around you! I trusted you!” He expressed a feeling of betrayal with narrowed eyes.

You stood there on disbelief.” You’re a fucking idiot.” You chuckled now, moving you and Olrox around, backing him up against the railing.” I’ve been single for the majority of my life happily and I’m nearly as old as you are, so what makes you think that you’re so special that I would go against my own ethics and put a love spell on you?” You ask expecting an answer back never got one.” Don’t get me wrong I’m flattered and I like when you stick around, but I did nothing, this was all you.” You inch closer to his face and placing your hands on his.” So if your going to love me…” Your eyes look into his and then to his lips.” Love me properly.” It came out quietly so that only the two of you could hear. You closed the gap and gently brushed your lips against his trying to see if he would reciprocate.

Olrox was in shock, his body freezing, too many emotions coursing through him. Ranging from guilt to anger to happiness. Olrox was furious that he had fallen in love with you on his own and that it wasn’t your fault. You hadn’t put a spell on him, if you had it wouldn’t be real therefor he wouldn’t have to act on it. But now his feeling were real and he hadn’t had the chance to sit in denial about them, because you were a witch and you held power over his feelings, so he immediately thought that you would toy with his feelings. Now he felt guilty for thinking that about you, you were nice to him in a way that no one had been in a long time. Maybe that’s what made him fall in love with you and thinking you put spell on him was his denial. But it didn’t matter now that your soft lips were against his. Leaving all his thoughts in the past he reciprocated the kiss.

The kiss was soft, the kind that two lovers share. It was slow and passionate as you guys sucked gently on each other’s lips. His hands moved to your lower back to pull you closer to him as your hands went around his neck. You guys moaned in each other’s mouths as your tongues got involved in the act of passion.

You guys had lost track of time as your bodies moved against each other. The only thing pulling you guys out of your make out session was the sound of the front door opening and closing. You separated from Olrox, who seemed to still be in a daze, and turned your head, keeping your hands on the man in front of you.

It was your apprentice who you had completely forgot about, who was currently looking at you and Olrox with a mild look of disgust.

“Are you leaving now?” You ask.

“Of course I am. I don’t wanna listen to whatever you guys are gonna do.” She says in a monotone voice.

“Well be safe.” You say as you watch her go down the stairs and turns around.

“Bye y/n, bye Olrox.” She waved and walked off.

You returned your attention to Olrox and pushed a stray hair behind his pointy ear.

“We should go inside.” You suggest as you pull away from him and walk towards the door, keeping it open for him when he came and closed it behind him.” Go get ready, I’ll meet you in my room.” You tell him then place a kiss on his cheek.

You went to your room and lit a bunch of candles and some love incense while you were at it. You took your shirt off and put on some love oil that smelled of rose and lavender with hints of cinnamon. Deciding to get real fancy with it, you reached for the kohl you bought for quite the price considering it came all the way from the Middle East, and applied it to your water line making your eye colour pop. You put the Khol down and reach for your favourite lipstick and apply it. Looking in the mirror you knew that all this effort was going to be destroyed in a short amount of time but you didn’t care. You looked cute.

You put the lipstick down and In the mirror you see Olrox approaching you. He was wearing the house coat that you hung on the bathroom door. Once he got behind you he wrapped his strong arms around your waist.

“I thought you weren’t for the the whole romance thing.” He teased as he looked around soaking in the scenery that was lit up by the warm glow of the candles. He looked back into the mirror after to look at you face, your pretty face now iluminated by candle light and decorated with makeup. He thought your features were so perfect, he could stare at you for hours with heart eyes if he had time.

“Just cause I can’t feel things or don���t understand it doesn’t mean that I don’t want to try. Besides I like when things look pretty.” You explain as you turn around to face him wrapping your arms around his waist.

“You’re so cute and pretty.” He awed as he moved his hands to your face to pull you close to kiss you.

You pulled him towards your bed, sitting down and having Olrox straddle you. You both continue to kiss even when you’re running out of air. You could feel Olroxs hard dick against your lap as he grinded against you. Your hands let go of his waist and went in-between the two of you. You took your member out and began to stroke it as you other hand went to undo the knot of his house coat. Your hand went to his bare hip as you continued to kiss, waiting for a good time to pull away. Thankfully you guys came to a stop due to Olrox getting curious of what your hands where doing. His green eyes peered down to where he sat and saw you attending to yourself.

“Starting without me?” He teasingly asked as his right hand went to his cock to stroke it and take yours too. Pressing his dick against yours to rub together making you moan. The both of you started to rub up and down as Olrox rested his for head against yours.

You moaned as Olrox’s hand came back up to the tip, giving it extra attention.” F-fuck!” Your head falls back as your eyes roll back. Olrox takes his left hand and brings it up to your face to bring it back up and pulling it down, making you look down at what was making you feel so good. You whimper at the sight of you and Olroxs dicks being stimulated by each others hands, although you weren’t really helping. The pornagraphic sight was cut short as the man on top of you pulled your head back up to make you look in those piercing green eyes.” Kiss me please?” You asked a little desperately.

The man on top of you grins.” Ok, but you have to promise not to cum.”

You nod quickly as your non busy hand goes to hold the side of his face.” I’ll try my hardest.” You smile as you bring his head closer to yours.” It’s not my fault that you’re good at this.” You say as you lips connect again, feeling your partners fangs as he sucks on your lips.

The kissing is slow, both of you wanting to savour it. Olrox stopped stroking you at some point knowing that you would’ve came if he didn’t. He wanted you to fully enjoy the experience, him too. This wasn’t some random hook up, he was genuinely in love with you. At some point he some how pushed you back so that your back was resting on your head board. Olrox had lost his house coat and was fully naked now on top of you.

Olrox pulled away from you making you look at him curiously as he reached over to the night stand to get lube from the drawer and came back to look at you.

“How did you know that was there?” You ask as he pours some in his hand.

“I was snooping around once.” He answered plainly as he went to put the bottle on the night stand. He took his hand with the liquid and went to lube up your shaft.

“Weirdo.” Is all you could get out with out moaning. He pumped you a few times before lining you up with his entrance. Your face took up a concerned look.” Don’t you want me to prep you or something?” You asked, not wanting him to get hurt.

He let out a small laugh.” Already did in the bathroom. Why do you think you had all this time to get pretty?” He asked, but not awaiting for an answer since he sunk down on you.

As Olrox remained cool and calm even though he was holding back an actual reaction (wanting to keep his more dominant facade), you were already gone. Back of the head against the wall with your eyes closed, as you let out a pleasured sigh when you finally bottomed out. Your hands went to hold the Olrox’s boxy hips, hoping he would move, which he did after a few moments. With your neck on full display for the vampire, Olrox decided to take advantage of that, bringing his head down to suck and kiss the area, making you shudder and moan.

“Mhm Olrox!?” You moan his name out, wanting his attention. In response Olrox groaned cause he didn’t want to leave your neck.” Can you please go faster?”

Olrox didn’t verbally respond, instead he just did what you asked and speed up his movements as you griped his hips tighter making him change his position a bit. With the new speed and angle your dick felt a million times better making him moan out into your neck. The sensation of your dick rubbing against his prostate along with the small amount of friction of his dick rubbing against your stomach was getting to much, he knew he wasn’t going to last long.

“Fuck Y/n!” Olrox groaned throwing his head back. Now it was your turn to kiss his neck. Unfortunately vampires don’t have any blood, so the chance of hickes were slim so it kinda took the fun out, but either way Olrox was enjoying it. You kept sucking his skin, going upwards on his neck, slowly making your way to his face. You felt him tighten around you when you sucked under his jaw.

“You like that?” You ask teasingly, continuing the treatment. Although you could feel his green eyes glare at you, he still responded with a small yeah.

Olrox speed up his pace with the hot feeling building up in his lower abdomen, a feeling that he’s felt a million times before.

With the knew speed you also got hit with the sudden urge to cum, making everything hotter and making your eyes go wide.

“Olrox! Gonna cum! Can we hold hands?!” You asked desperately looking up at him.

“Only if you cum in me.” Olrox was semi joking but he knew you would take it seriously.

“Yes anything! Just want to hold hands.” Your hands wonder around for his and at last you find them and interlock your fingers.

You close your eyes and lean forward to put your head on his chest, concentrating on the feeling of where your hands connect and the feeling of your building release as you moan out. Eventually your release comes and Olrox moans out at the feeling of being filled.

“Good boy! I’m so close! Just a few more seconds you can do that right!? Be good?!”

You nod up at him dumbly as you go into over stimulation, letting out little whines instead of loud moans.

Olroxs moans become louder until eventually his eyes roll back, the dim candle light making him look gorgeous as he paints your stomach white and collapses. You let go of his hands and wrap them around his back as you come back to reality. One of your hands come to grab his jaw to move his head back. His hazy green eyes looking up at you full of love. You plant a little kiss on his cheek then go to tuck his hair behind his ear.

You smile, he looked so beautiful.” We should probably go clean you up. You got my lip stick all over and you’re stuffed like an eclair, can’t be pleasant for to long.” You comment.

“Let just stay like this for a second. I like it like this.” Olrox closes his eyes again as he goes back to snuggle into your chest.

But for some reason you start to feel a little self conscious.” Olrox? You know I will never love you the same? Are you okay with that?” You ask looking anywhere but him.

He chuckles and looks up.” You lit candles, made yourself pretty and made the place smell good. Most husbands don’t even clean their ass for their wife that they’ve been married to for years.” He grabbed your face to make you look at him.” For some one who doesn’t ‘love’ you do it pretty well. So don’t worry about it.” He gave you a peck on the cheek and went back to how he was originally.

“Ok.” Is all you said as you smiled and put your head in the crook of his neck. Muttering a small I love you.

[slaymitchabernathy]

A Sweet Promise

Coriolanus can't believe that he kept this from himself for so long.

The sight of Soarynn on his bed naked is a heavenly sight.

She looks gorgeous with her blonde hair spilled out around her head like a golden halo like an angel he's about to drag down to hell with him and take away all her purity.

The poor thing is shaking but there's a good reason for that considering she's currently tied up and blindfolded.

He wants this to be an immersive experience for her. It's not every day that you lose your virginity.

"Look at you," he murmurs, crawling on top of her, "so perfect for me hmm?" Soarynn whimpers, clenching her thighs tighter as if that'll help her out of this predicament. His fingers graze over the lacey bralette he had her wear tonight, white to symbolize her purity, the purity he'll rip away soon enough.

"Coriolanus I...I want to touch you," she whines, bucking her hips. He's quick to hold her down with his hand, pressing hard against her soft, warm skin, "Be patient darling, I'm going to enjoy taking what's rightfully mine."

His fingers slip under the waistband of her panties and he hears her breath hitch in her throat, "I wonder how wet you are," he says, his other hand grabbing her breast, kneading it with his hand and earning him a moan. Soarynn arches into his touch and he chuckles, "Naughty girl, I'll have to teach you how to behave, to be good for me."

He's going to teach her a lot of things. How to suck his cock, take his cock like she should, what to wear when he fucks her. He's so generous towards his little wife.

"I've been good," she insists, her tone whiny.

She has been good.

If he knew that all it would take was a few promises to get her to start acting like a proper First Lady then he would've done all of this months ago. While Coriolanus fed on her and her innocence, her vulnerability, and naivety, she fed off of his promises to give her whatever she wanted.

He was glad he married someone so young, someone who wanted childish things like horses and rooms to paint in compared to someone who might demand designer handbags and priceless jewelry. Which he did buy for her, but Soarynn didn't quite care for the fancy clothes and shoes, not as much as she cared for her horses and paint colors.

Whatever kept her busy.

He's been busy too, busy enough to where he's only had enough time to share a few heated kisses with Soarynn in between meetings and dinners, nothing more. But now he has all the time in the world.

Coriolanus drags his fingers along her folds, groaning at how wet she is, "Fuck, my little slut is already so eager hmm? Can't wait to have me inside of you?" Coriolanus can't wait to watch her tight little cunt struggle to take all of him in, to have her squirming around with nowhere to go.

Soarynn gasps when his fingers graze her clit, her hips bucking up at the strange sensation. "Oh," she says, her mouth hanging open. Coriolanus takes that as an opportunity to slip two fingers into her mouth, prying it open like a box. Soarynn is smarter than she looks and complies with his silent demand, opening her small mouth as wide as it'll go and it does nothing to help his growing problem in his boxers.

Coriolanus spits into her mouth, watching her swallow without complaint, "My dirty little girl," he murmurs, "should've known that I was getting a District whore for a wife when I got you. You can take the whore out of the District but you sure as hell can't take the District out of the whore, isn't that right Soarynn?"

Before she can even respond he shoves his fingers deeper into her mouth, watching her gag around them. His other hand thumbs at her clit, driving her crazy with nothing to do but lie there and take it.

"Please," she moans, garbled and needy, trying to grind against his hand.

Coriolanus sighs, sitting back to admire her for a moment. "What is it you want Soarynn?"

This is a test and he hopes for her sake that she passes.

Soarynn whines, rolling around on the bed for a moment, her hands trying to get loose but failing once again. She's breathless and frustrated. Just how he likes her.

"I...I want you Coriolanus," she gasps, "want to make you happy."

Coriolanus smiles, "That's my good girl. Your pleasure will always come second to mine darling, you'll do well to learn that." He doesn't really give a flying fuck if Soarynn ever reaches an orgasm, but he sure will, every single time without fail.

Soarynn's cunt is a much better alternative than his hand.

His hands slide down her panties, revealing her perfect little cunt. Glistening with how fucking wet she is already.

Coriolanus spreads her thighs out as far as they'll go, earning him a pained gasp from Soarynn but he's so far beyond caring at this point. He's played nice, now it's time to play rough.

He uses one hand to pull down his boxers, his hardened cock springing out, red at the tip, ready to fuck her until she can't talk anymore. "Such a tight little cunt," he mutters, leaning back over her so that the tip of his cock is pressed against her entrance. Soarynn whines at the feeling, wiggling her hips side to side, "Is it...is it going to hurt?" She asks, her lips slightly parted. He knows it's killing her to be blindfolded, to not see what's happening.

He likes it when she's helpless.

Coriolanus hums, holding her hip down with one hand while slowly pushing into her with the other, "That's the best part darling."

She's a tight fit to put things lightly. Coriolanus moans at how warm she is, how tight and wet. Absolutely perfect for a man like him who deserves a sweet little cunt like Soarynn's.

Soarynn cries out, trying to get away but he holds her down, keeping her stuck on his cock while he fully pushes in until he feels his tip pushing against her sweet spot.

"It hurts," she cries, writhing on the sheets, "I can't. Please, I can't."

Coriolanus leans down to press a kiss to her lips, his teeth tugging at her bottom lip until he tastes blood, "You're going to take what I give you every single time. Do you understand Soarynn?"

He can tell she's crying from how scattered her breathing is but he could care less now that he's finally inside of her. From the second he married her, he knew what he was after. And now he has it.

Coriolanus starts a hard and punishing pace, pulling all the way out before slamming back into her, listening to all the sounds she makes. He knows it won't be long before the pleasure takes over and she becomes a mindless little fuckdoll but until then he can at least enjoy himself. Once she gets addicted he'll never hear the end of it.

"Feels so fucking good," he grunts out, watching her cunt take him over and over again, just like she should.

"Mmm," she moans, her back arching off of the bed. Looks like she's finally feeling better. He grins down at her, watching her face contort in pleasure. Part of him wants to rip the blindfold off but he prefers her to be as helpless as possible. At his mercy.

"You like it?" He teases, changing his fast pace to a deeper and slower one, making her feel every fucking inch of his cock. Her cunt is going to be molded to it by the time he's done with her.

Soarynn's hands flail around, but he made sure she couldn't break out of her restraints, "Please," she begs, her hips starting to meet his with every thrust, "please."

Coriolanus presses one hand on her lower abdomen, knowing how it'll scramble her sweet little brain and it does. Soarynn moans again, this time louder and more desperate, "Fuck."

Coriolanus shoves two fingers into her mouth again, "Watch your language angel, can't have my little wife swearing in front of the wrong people." Soarynn can only whimper in reply, sucking on his fingers while he nears his orgasm.

He can't wait to finish inside of her. In fact, he's only going to finish inside of her, in her cunt more specifically.

"Taking me so good," he praises, going a bit faster, "just like you should."

Soarynn's walls start to tighten around his length, a telltale sign that she's nearing her own orgasm as well which isn't really his problem but he'll allow it this time. After all, it's the first orgasm she'll ever have.

And that seems to dawn on Soarynn too because she starts babbling incoherent nonsense around his fingers, clearly confused and scared at what her body is doing right now. Coriolanus leans down until his lips are right next to her ear, "Give it to me Soarynn, be my good little slut and cum for me. It's all you were made for darling, to pleasure me and make me happy."

He slides his hand down from her lower abdomen to her clit, rubbing it with his thumb and she just unravels.

Soarynn's body spasms while she has her first orgasm and Coriolanus finally takes the blindfold off, watching as her eyes roll back and her jaw goes slack around his fingers.

Completely fucked out and dumb with it.

Coriolanus thrusts inside of her a few more times before finishing as well, swearing under his breath at how good it feels to finish inside of her cunt.

Soarynn is panting, her eyes shut and her body limp.

Too bad this is only the first round.

꧁ ꧂

"We need to focus on hitting the Districts back twice as hard..."

The voice of Quintus Heavensbee drowns out in his mind while looking out the window of his study. Coriolanus should be working, should be focusing on issues that concern the stability of his country but instead, he's watching his wife run around outside.

She's playing with Petunia, the two of them chasing one another around. Petunia keeps hiding in different bushes of flowers, jumping out to bat at Soarynn's hand while she giggles.

Coriolanus feels the ghost of a smile tugging on his lips but he pushes it away.

"Coriolanus people are mad."

He turns back to look at Quintus, raising his eyebrows, "The District people or our people?" He asks, needing some clarification.

Quintus sighs and rubs his temples, he's an older man, more experienced, and always stressed out. He was the one who pushed for this marriage, desperate for Coriolanus to be seen as a family man.

"Our people, they've taken to the streets, there's even talk of trying to break into the Mansion," he gestures to the room around them, "all because of the Districts not being able to supply enough imports."

Coriolanus frowns, his fingers drumming against the hardwood of his desk, "What about our backup reserves? We have stockpiles from after the war." Quintus shakes his head, dismissing the idea, "No. We can't touch those reserves unless we're in a time of active war, which we might be soon enough if we don't get these people under control."

Before Coriolanus can provide another suggestion, there's a loud banging on the doors to his study. "Mr. President? Mr. President, it's an emergency, sir!"

He nods at Quintus to go open the doors, revealing a frantic-looking Peacekeeper, "What's this emergency you're referring to?" Quintus asks, looking out into the hallway for an immediate threat.

"People are surrounding the Mansion," the Peacekeeper tells them, "they're rioters, they've been trying to climb the front gates but now they're trying to get in through the back."

Coriolanus feels his heart start beating faster, "My wife is out there. Get her inside now!"

It's a mad dash through the hallways, all three men running to the veranda where several other staff members have already gathered. He spots Eudora who's watching from the top of the steps, shaking her head, "Just dreadful," she mutters before looking over her shoulder to see Coriolanus running towards her, "Coriolanus? What's wrong? What's happened?"

He's nearly out of breath but manages to get out the most important information, "Get...Soarynn."

He spots her at the very edge of the gardens, right by the fence. Right by a group of Capitol rioters grabbing at the fence, yelling all sorts of things.

"SOARYNN!" He yells, running down the steps, a whole flotilla of Peacekeepers behind him now, "SOARYNN COME HERE NOW!"

Out of all the times he's needed her to listen to him, now is the only time that truly matters.

Soarynn turns to look at him, scared out of her mind no doubt. He beckons her over, "Now Soarynn!"

She glances back over at the rioters who are now attempting to scale the fence and she must figure her chances are better with him than with them because she starts to make her way over to him. But not before he watches Petunia, clearly not as smart as Soarynn claims, run right over to the fence.

Soarynn sees it too and he can see how conflicted she is.

Listen to her husband or get her cat.

She chooses the cat like the fucking childish idiot she is.

She runs after Petunia and Coriolanus keeps running after her, watching in horror when one of the rioters goes to grab at Petunia.

All hell breaks lose after that.

Peacekeepers are yelling, Soarynn is screaming and all he can do is watch.

Soarynn is in tears as two Peacekeepers try to pull her away from the fence, away from the psychotic people trying to hurt her and more importantly, him.

But she is not going anywhere without that cat.

He can hear Eudora from behind him, shouting for the Peacekeepers to be gentle with Mrs. Snow as if being gentle is what truly matters right now.

One of the Peacekeepers finally manages to grab Petunia from the rioter's hands and the other two pick Soarynn up from the ground, carrying her away while the others deter the rioters with their guns.

Soarynn is delivered to Coriolanus in tears, shaking and terrified. He can't even be mad at her right now because he's so fucking furious that his own citizens would try to break into his home and for what?

He instinctively wraps his arms around Soarynn's shaking frame, running a hand over her hair while she cries, the other hand curled into a fist. "Detain them," he says, nodding towards the group who can't seem to scale a simple fence.

He'll have them severely punished for this. For scaring Soarynn and dragging her out of the perfectly crafted bubble he's created for her.

It didn't take Coriolanus long to learn that as long as he gave Soarynn whatever she wanted when she wanted it, she'd do anything for him. And now they've ruined his fun. He's going to have to do something drastic now, like buy her a car.

Eudora is comforting Soarynn in seconds, asking if she's okay, if they touched her, if they hurt her. He's more than glad to hand Soarynn off to someone more capable of caring for Soarynn right now and he mumbles something or the other about checking on her in a few hours.

He glances down at the cat who doesn't seem shaken up at all by the ordeal but Petunia looks like she doesn't have a lot of thoughts running through that head of hers.

Good, he prefers it that way.

꧁ ꧂

Coriolanus stares down at the pitiful sight of the detained rioters, now all without tongues.

Avoxes.

"Because you so stupidly decided to harm my wife, you'll be serving her for the rest of your miserable lives," he tells them, pacing in front of them, "your one goal in life is to serve her, to make sure she's happy at all times. Some of you will tend to her horses, the others to her every need and comfort. Should you fail to do your jobs, you'll be executed."

It's a threat simple as any but he doesn't care about the lives of Avoxes. They're a dime a dozen, replaceable at the wave of his hand.

He can't stop himself from grinning at their mournful yet terrified faces, "Sleep well, you start tomorrow morning."

꧁ ꧂

Soarynn is watching television when he finds her. Wrapped up in blankets with Petunia curled up against her chest.

"Can I meet Lucky Flickerman?" Is the first thing she asks him which is a relief, she's already back to asking him for things which means what happened this afternoon didn't shake her up too badly.

Coriolanus sits on the edge of the sofa she's currently lying on, "Of course darling, he can even interview you if you want." Her blue-gray eyes widen with excitement, "Really? You'd let me be on his show?"

She looks so pretty right now, her hair falling down her shoulders while wearing one of the many nightgowns he bought for her. She used to like sleeping in shorts but he convinced her to switch to nightgowns. Much easier to access that way.

He nods, giving her a small smile, "Mhm. As long as you behave yourself it shouldn't be a problem."

The last thing Coriolanus needs is for Soarynn to blurt out all sorts of nonsense on live television. Petunia meows up at Soarynn, nuzzling her face against her chest, "Those people tried to hurt us today," Soarynn mumbles, "I thought people in the Capitol were supposed to be good."

She looks up at him, expecting an answer to what transpired today.

Coriolanus clears his throat, he'd never admit it out loud, but he was genuinely worried for her safety today. Things could've ended badly.

"They are good," he says, although he doesn't really believe that right now, "but there are always people who want to see you fall from the top, no matter what the cost," he nods at Petunia who's already fallen asleep.

Soarynn frowns, "But Snow lands on top right?"

He taught her that phrase after their night in the maze, figuring she'd warm up to him more if it looked like he trusted her. Coriolanus hums, cupping her small face in his large hand, "Yes darling, Snow lands on top."

A smile creeps across her face, it's a little mischievous which makes him nervous, "Then can I tell you a secret?"

Coriolanus can't wait to hear this so-called secret. Anything Soarynn says to anyone is directly reported back to him, whether she knows it or not.

"Tell me your secret darling."

Soarynn carefully sits up, not wanting to wake up Petunia. They're almost eye to eye now, and hers are twinkling with excitement.

"I'm pregnant."

Coriolanus can't stop the surprised gasp from leaving his lips. He knew Soarynn was fertile, that she was more than capable of providing him with a child but he didn't think it would happen so soon. He's fucked her countless times but still.

Soarynn laughs, leaning into his touch, "That's good right? Good that I'm already pregnant? I didn't feel too good after all that happened today so Eudora called the doctor and I said I was feeling more tired so he made me pee in a cup and then he came back and said I was pregnant. He was gonna tell you but you were so busy."

Coriolanus can't believe it. She's pregnant.

He presses a kiss to her lips, a deep and passionate one and Soarynn eagerly returns it. "It's very good," he says against her lips, his hands sliding under her nightgown, "very, very good darling, you've been so good for me lately but now, now you've exceeded every one of my expectations."

Soarynn giggles into the kiss, her hands carding through his golden curls that've broken free from his hair gel after a long and stressful day, "We're gonna have a baby."

He's going to be a father.

Coriolanus pulls away, staring down at her stomach which will soon be swollen with his child. He wonders if it'll be a girl or a boy. Soarynn must be wondering the same thing too, "What if I have a girl instead of a boy? I know you said I have to give you a boy bu-"

He cuts her off with another kiss, his hands roaming all over her body, making her shiver and whine, "Don't you worry your pretty little head about that," he tells her, "if it's a girl then we can always just have another baby."

Soarynn lets out a sigh of relief, his little wife must've been worried about not giving him an heir the first time. But he can be patient, and he'll be damned if he just gets one child out of Soarynn. She's young and in her childbearing prime.

Soarynn nods into the kiss, "Another baby," she agrees.

It's all a part of their little deal with one another. The promise they made when they got married.

A sweet promise.

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[tinfoil-jones]

Gravity Falls: For Your Own Good, Ch. 17

Summary: A few years after moving to Gravity Falls and having his lab built, Stanford Pines happens upon his estranged twin brother, Stanley. He mentally prepared himself to be suffocated by his brothers neediness all over again - what he wasn't prepared for was Stanley walking right past him like he didn't even notice him.

Rating: M for language, violence, and adult implications

Preface: Dialogue only, but some actions will be annotated for clarity. Cross-Posted on AO3 Here.

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CH.17

“Hey specs, can I get a favour?”

“What’s that?”

“Can you drive me into town?”

“What for?”

“The hot water shut off two days ago, and PhD still hasn’t paid the water bill. So fuck it, I lifted his wallet and we’re gonna do it for him.”

“Did you talk to Stanford about this?”

“I told him as soon as the water went cold. He said he’d get to it, and look where we are. Either cold water doesn’t bother him, or he actually doesn’t shower… I’d believe that second thing.”

“We could just drag him out.”

“He fell asleep at his desk, we’re good.”

“And you’re just going to claim to be him to the utility companies?”

“I’ll stuff my hair into my beanie. You two are always going on about how similar we look and how we ‘have the same face’.”

“I suppose he’s so reclusive the townsfolk don’t know him that well…”

“Besides, I can do a pretty good impression of him.”

“You can?”

“Sounds kinda rough because I used to smoke, but yeah. Wanna hear?”

“Sure.”

“‘I’m a total maniac who lives in the middle of nowhere in the woods, I love being a massive nerd’.”

“...Wow, that’s so close. It’s unnerving actually. I kindly ask that you never do that again if you’re not impersonating him.”

“So you’re down for going into town?”

“Yes sirree. The lack of hot water was bothering me too.”

(...)

“You know, I’m used to people giving me the stink eye, but I didn’t think your friend was so disliked by the general public too.”

“Stanford doesn’t have the easiest time forming bonds with others.”

“Colour me surprised.”

“He explained to me that due to his less than stellar history of paying his bills on time, and these strange ‘episodes’ he’ll have every so often, the town generally considers him to be a menace.”

“Ha! Guess we do have something in common, after all.”

“...I don’t think that’s the only thing.”

“Hey, what’s with all the costumes? Is there a festival or something going on?”

“Oh, right; you don’t know. The townsfolk were explaining to me the other week that Gravity Falls loves Halloween so much that they celebrate it twice a year; Halloween on October 31st, and Summerween on June 20th.”

“Should we have stocked up on some candy or something?

“Stanford said not to worry about it; his cabin is so isolated no one would go over there to trick-or-treat.”

“Ah, no fun. Wait; there’s no rush to head back, we should hit a couple of bars, maybe sneak into a Summerween party or two.”

“I don’t know, Stan...”

“Come on. We’ll even get some lame costumes, get in the spirit of things. I still owe you that apology drink.”

“Hmm, I guess I’ll have to take you up on that offer then, big boy.”

*Stan elbows him in the ribs and looks away*

“Why do ya gotta say something like that?”

“Did you just turn red?”

“No.”

“Sure darlin, I’ll believe you if you can say that again looking me in the eye.”

(...)

“Oh my aching cervical spine- I don’t remember putting this blanket on myself.” 

*Ford gets up with his desk and walks out of his room, looking around*

‘It’s quiet.’

‘Where did those two go?’

‘They’re most likely together, I did not think they’d become such good friends in such a short amount of time, but I suppose it’s preferable over them being at odds.’

‘A note? …They went into town to run a few errands. Very well. I hope Stanley behaves himself. My reputation isn’t the best already.’

‘Did Fiddleford rearrange my shelves again? I know he means well, but I’d prefer to know where my belongings are.’

‘Those letters? Looks like he arranged them by sender alphabetically, which is considerate of him… I suppose I have nothing better to do than to finally read them, see what the fuss was about a year ago.’

‘...Condolences?’

‘With deepest sympathy…?’

‘Sorry for your loss?’

‘Thoughts and prayers?’

‘This- this article? That- that can’t be right! Why would they think-?!’

*door opens and Stan and Fiddleford stumble in laughing; Stan is wearing a werewolf costume and Fiddleford is in a vampire costume*

"'-only one thing To do now, Stan', and she pulls out a gun too. 'Agent Powers's got a fucking gun? So will I'. And then they just have a shootout in the middle of the street."

“Your stories get more and more wiley every time Stan. Hey Stanford! Sorry we were out for so- hey, are you okay?”

“Yeah, you’re looking pretty pale PhD.”

“I- I-... I need to go. I need to- I need to call someone.”

*Ford grabs the box of letters and practically runs back to his study, slamming and locking the door*

“I hope he’s okay…He’s looking as nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs.”

“Yeah, it’s not like our costumes are that scary.”

(...)

RING

RING

RING

RING

CLICK

“Do you have any idea what time it-.”

“Ma!”

“Oh, Stanford darling. What’s wrong?”

“Ma, why did all of my colleagues send me condolence letters?”

“...Sweetheart-.”

“Why is there a newspaper article stating that Stanley died in a car accident?! Ma, why would-!”

“Stanford, I know the grieving process is different for everyone…”

“It’s all lies!”

“But you need to accept what happened…”

“He isn’t dead!”

“It’s been over a year, Stanford! When you didn’t come to his funeral, I knew you weren’t handling the shock and pain the same as the rest of us… How could you? He was your twin, the other half of your whole. But denial like this isn’t healthy.”

“I’m not-. He is not-. There wasn’t even a body!”

“It was destroyed in the fire… Just ash.”

“How could you be so sure!? This is your own son-.”

“The car landed in a ravine, Stanford! Stanley.. Oh my poor free spirit, I wanted so badly to believe that maybe he escaped but… the only way out of the ravine was to climb out, and Stanley was terrified of heights…”

OREGON COMMUNITY WATCH STAN PINES DEAD  FOUL PLAY SUSPECTED IN PINES' DEATH. The flaming wreckage of a wrecked car was found in a ditch four miles from Highway 618 at 6 a.m. Monday morning. The cut breaks and odd location of the car suggest that this was no accident. Says a rookie cop, "Mighty suspicious. Mighty suspicious." In other news, leg warmers all the rage this week and we predict this style will go on forever.

To be continued…

[remembrancer-of-heresy]

Peaceful Sleep

AU Reverse Therapy

Previous Part: New Home, Next Part: Tenderness

Summary: The captive gets used to her new life.

Pairing: Chaos!Lamenter/fem!OC/Chaos!Flesh Tearer

Characters: Malina (fem!OC), Luka The Angel (OC Chaos Lamenter), Virgil (OC Chaos Flesh Tearer)

Warnings: yandere, violence, hint of somnophilia, forced Stockholm syndrome

Word count: 2561

Author's note: It was quite sad to write this part because I love this girl very much. But the first weeks must have been a nightmare for her.

Song: London After Midnight - Demon

Tag List: @kit-williams, @druidwolf21

Her parents once told her that there is always a way out everywhere. A person can get used to any environment and place. The main thing is not to give up and keep going until the end. Some people like the role of a warrior. But most must accept their passive role and obey. And endure.

Once their house burned to the ground along with other buildings in the local area. But unlike other families, they were lucky. They were sheltered for a while by an uncle before the girl's family could find a new roof over their heads. A new home. But fate could have turned out much worse. But they were lucky.

She guesses that she is lucky now too. Her family, all her dear people died, yes. But in a fire or under the rubble of buildings. But it is much better than falling into the hands of heretics. And Malina herself survived. The new name was unusual. But she will get used to it. It is still her.

She survived and is now on board with the space marines who came to their aid. And let them be strange and no less strange things happen on board. But they trusted her and immediately explained about the curse of their genefather. All just to protect her. She was safe.

Well, that's what she wanted to think. It was easier that way.

But on the other hand, what else could she do? Pry information out of Luka and Virgil? Go outside, beyond the room? Malina still wanted to live. And she never liked to anger people, she was always too obedient, as the teachers said. And angering the Astartes, who could kill her with a snap of their fingers, was more expensive. The loyalists saved her. She was safe. She was safe.

She needed to believe in something to keep from going crazy.

***

Cleaning the armor was no easy task. Not only were they gigantic in size. But their owners also left quite a lot of blood on them. As if they were always involved in battles. But then again, they themselves said that they drank human blood.

“Just don’t rip off the skin. I hung it up on purpose. Besides, it’s still fresh, brand new.” - Virgil grinned maliciously.

Malina only cringed harder at his words, remembering how he came in and told her to clean his armor. It was all covered in blood. There were traces of dirt in some areas, and human parts had gotten into some compartments. Hair, teeth, and nails. The worst thing was the man’s smile. His snow-white, jagged teeth were covered in blood. And it was unlikely to be his own.

“Sure.” - the girl barely managed to say, getting ready to wash the lower part of the armor. Wincing, she moved the piece of skin away so as not to damage it. The stranger's face looked at her with disgust. As if she had personally betrayed the unfortunate man.

"Hmm, quiet one." - the lying man remarked with satisfaction, not taking his red eyes off the girl. This time there was no usual mockery or malice in his tone. Malina involuntarily rejoiced at this, but tried not to show it. Not to provoke.

Both men frightened her to one degree or another. But if she could negotiate with Luka, outwit and just behave nicely, then this will not work with Virgil. Unlike his comrade, he did not seek out meetings with her and did not talk to the girl.

On the contrary. It was as if he needed her to stay out of sight. The girl did not exactly irritate him. Malina quickly realized that he did not notice her presence. But he wanted one thing from her. Silence.

Judging by his appearance, according to her suspicions, he liked it when people shouted. Apparently interrogating traitors (let there be traitors, let there be heretics) gave him pleasure. But that doesn't mean he wanted to see people suffer all the time and everywhere.

One day... when she was half asleep. Either she hadn't had time to fall asleep yet, or, on the contrary, she was almost awake in the dark hour. She realized that she was not alone. Or rather, she realized that another person was sitting next to her bed.

He sniffed her. Watched her face. Waited for her to fall asleep. For her to become vulnerable again. Malina should have been scared. But that day she was too tired. Besides, the pleasant stroking of her head did its job and eventually she fell asleep. But she still heard him.

"Shhh, shhh, sleep tight little one. You are so much more beautiful like this."

And he kissed her forehead.

Malina swallowed, feeling bile rising in her throat. But she forced herself to hold back. Not to show her fear. She just needed to clean the armor as quickly as possible. And then the smell of blood and other people's fear would disappear from the room. And then the evil eyes would stop watching her every move.

***

She had all the necessary things. To tell the truth, she was surprised by the variety of clothes. Some fabrics were especially expensive to the touch, as if they were ripped off aristocrats. In addition, there was a lot of everything here instead of the usual serf uniform. But she didn’t want to ask who the clothes had belonged to before.

The girl immediately realized that her saviors were not the last people on the flagship. Not only did they not live in a dormitory, but together in quite big quarters. In addition, they had their own separate bathroom. With all the accessories and hot water!

Most often, the girl quickly washed herself when the Astartes left on business. Perhaps the fear of being seen naked was meaningless. And yet, Malina could not get rid of the embarrassment. In addition, sometimes Luka’s kindness and Virgil’s eyes watching her scared her. As if they were expecting something. As if they were holding back.

And yet, she finally allowed herself to take a bath after the news that the Space Marines would be gone for several days. And it was simply wonderful. To soak in the hot water, to calmly, leisurely wash herself. This was exactly what she had been missing. Her cheeks flushed from the steam, she was just washing herself when a sudden joyful cry rang out.

“Malina, I’m back! Did you miss me?”

Why so soon?

“Ah, y-yes!” - the girl quickly pulled her knees to herself, trying to hide all the important parts. - “Sorry I can’t go out, I’m taking a bath.”

Luka’s silence involuntarily led to the thought that the man had understood the hint. That he would allow her to be alone with herself. But the Astartes, the defenders of humanity, were too far removed from the people they protect. And yet, the girl’s spine crawled with goosebumps from how slowly Luka opened the door.

“Oh, oh, th-that’s good. Servants must be clean to fulfill the will of the God-Emperor, r-right?” - the stuttering man entered the room, casting fleeting glances at the girl. - “Hah, you have a real steam room here. Do you like it when it’s warm? It’s good. It’s very, very good.”

Malina involuntarily shuddered, staring into the water. Anything to avoid looking at the space marine awkwardly standing in the middle of the room. But even so, she managed to see his red ears. The strange tension between the two people was growing stronger and stronger, ready to snap like a thread.

“H-how were things with you?” - the girl said quietly, hoping to somehow calm her frantic heart.

“Oh, um, great. We just recently entered into battle with a rogue… pirate’s ship. They decided to cross our path, although they knew who they were dealing with, huh.” - Luka, who had almost relaxed, abruptly cleared his throat. - “With the defenders of the Imperium, of course!”

Yes, of course.

“I’m sure you were the best.” - the girl smiled sheepishly.

“Well, maybe not the best, but one of them, that’s for sure.” - the man who came up close proudly rubbed his nose. - “I was just at the front line, clearing the way for the brothers. You can’t imagine what a bloodbath I made there. They all screamed when they saw me.”

“I can imagine.” - the girl herself didn’t notice how she relaxed and allowed herself to joke. - “If the cooks need bloody mincemeat, they know who to turn to.”

“That’s right! You understand me so well.” - Luka said softly, staring into the water, still not looking at the girl herself. Malina involuntarily shuddered at such an answer.

“You must have taken a lot of trophies for yourself. Or are Astartes not allowed to take things from battle?”

“Why not? We can. And now even more. But Virgil doesn’t allow me to take too much trophies. He says that I clutter up the room. - Luka, who had made a displeased face, immediately brightened. - “But I brought you a couple of books so you wouldn’t get bored.”

“That’s very nice, thank you.” - the girl was sincerely happy. - “I could even read you the one I will like the most. If you want, of course.”

“I want to! I really want to, I-” - Luka, who finally looked at the girl, suddenly stopped his train of thought. A small blush appeared on his cheeks, and his blue eyes sparkled.

The stunned girl only now realized that her relaxed arms were no longer pressed so tightly to her chest. Revealing several areas of skin.

“Oh, um,” - the embarrassed girl pressed her limbs to herself again, not knowing what to say. She expected the Astartes to continue his dialogue. Say that he got distracted, that he remembered one detail from the battle. He is a space marine, he is-

“I have things to do.” - the blond thundered sharply, quickly leaving the room. The loud slamming of the door announced that Luka had left not only the bathroom, but also the quarters.

Perhaps Malina was too tired. Or she was scared by such a sharp behavior of Luka. Untypical for Astartes, but typical for ordinary men. Perhaps she was too tired from the sight of blood on the armor of the Space Marines. But the second Malina was left alone, she burst into tears.

She cried until the water became ice cold and she had to quickly dress before going to bed. Even her bed, although near the wall, was located between the beds of two men. As if they were watching her. Making it clear that she would not be able to get out. Perhaps that was true.

Tears burned her eyes and the girl was overcome by fatigue. But even so, she could not calmly close her eyes. Even in this state, being half asleep, she still heard other people's screams. The fear of being thrown out of the quarters and joining the screaming squeezed her heart.

***

How long had it been since she was rescued? A few weeks? A month? Alas, Malina had lost track of time. The girl would like to say that she had gotten used to her new life. To her new duties, which were not so difficult. To much better food and clothing than she had in her world. To a new small but comfortable bed with warm blankets and pillows that Luka had brought her.

The bitterness of losing loved ones was dulled by the rapid changes and communication with the Space Marines. Even if they were frightening, it was still better than talking to herself.

And yet she could not get used to the sounds coming from outside the quarters. Rare cries, begging either for help or for deliverance. Rolling inhuman laughter. The sounds of broken bones and tearing alien flesh. How a sword is sharpened, ammunition is changed. How servants quietly cry, trying not to attract attention.

It was unbearable.

The girl never spoke to Luka, much less Virgil, about what she had heard. The day they had saved her, when they had told her about all the strange things on the ship. That was enough. She didn't want to know more. She didn't need to know. As long as Malina was in this room, as long as the men were looking after her, she would be safe.

And yet, it was sometimes hard to fall asleep. Too hard to close her eyes and surrender to the saving darkness. While Luka was sleeping after a hard day of training, Malina was still awake. She lay quietly, hoping to fall asleep as soon as possible. Virgil, who was watching her, did not calm the girl down and only made her more nervous. It was as if the man wanted her to fall into the darkness as soon as possible. The girl would be happy to, but it was so difficult!

She was not a fighter and not as strong in spirit as she would like. She was scared and sad. She was lonely. Malina could no longer ask to go to her mother's bed like she had in childhood. She could no longer hug her old toys, burned after the heretic raid. Now she only has her.

And her saviors.

The girl carefully got up from her bunk and went to the sleeping man. To the man who saved her. The culprit, because of whom she ended up in this nightmare. And yet she is alive first and foremost thanks to him. He cares about her. Malina was afraid of him. Afraid and grateful.

“Angel,” the girl whispered quietly, peering into the warrior’s beautiful sleeping face. Hearing her voice, Luka suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the cowering girl. Even in the darkness of the room, his dilated pupils stood out.

“I can’t sleep because of the screams. I’m scared. Can I-” the girl hesitated awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot. “Can I sleep with you?”

The man stared at the girl in disbelief, considering her words. Carefully, he moved further towards the wall, inviting her into his bed. Realizing that Malina had not brought a blanket with her, he swallowed and opened his own wider, ready to wrap the girl from head to toe.

“Yes,” was all Luka could say.

Malina climbed onto the bed slowly, as if afraid that she would be dragged by force. And yet she turned away from Luka, staring at the floor. But the man said nothing about it, pressing himself against the girl’s back. His intermittent breathing warmed the back of her head.

The rare screams behind the wall did not subside, mixed with crying and someone else’s laughter, creating a strange cacophony of sounds. Music that Malina would never be able to understand and did not want to know. The girl concentrated not on the distant sounds, but on those that surrounded her. On the colors and sensations.

How the dark room pleasantly envelops, and the warm blankets and pillow pleasantly lull her. Like a crookedly drawn double-headed eagle, albeit mockingly, still watching her. Keeping an eye on her. And let the red eyes watch her, like a predator watching its prey. Waiting for her to close her eyes. And let the barely suppressed moan and slimy sounds be heard behind her. Let it be so.

For the first time, the girl slept peacefully.

[mossy123302]

More rambles about KinitoPET AU

Kristin

She's the developer of Philza. Kristin was honestly highly recognized among the horror indie game communities. She helps a lot of other developers with the programming.

Until one day, she decided to give it a shot by creating her own stuff that strayed from horror indie games. She created Philza, whom she wanted to help her and others to organize better, program easily and various things. However, it seems the programming went wrong somehow?

Who knows, since one day, after she messaged one of her close friends that she had completed the main stuff. Kristin just suddenly vanished and all that remains is a software of the Angel of Death.

Philza

Ah yes, our beloved crow father, Kristin's greatest achievement of helping other people in her community to better help with programming and just easing burden loads.

Kind, caring and a little blind sided at times!

He strives to make everything perfect for you, ensure you're always happy and well taken care of!

Philza is proud to announce his own small inventions, such as his pride and joys; Techno and Tommy! Philza's two sons.

And not to mention, Philza has been developing his own mini games for many people to enjoy and play if they want to learn more about his backstory and how he found his two sons. Oh, it's such a beautiful story for Philza to retell over and over again, they were such a fuss in the beginning and now they're such well behaved boys and create endless fun and share new ideas for him to bring more fun and entertainment for his newest friend, Missa!

It's unclear what was the inspiration for Philza.

Many people say that Kristin has created Philza based on a long lost lover, or maybe a deceased sweetheart or something else entirely. It's unclear what was the real purpose behind Philza's many programming and how he gains so much control over the simplest of technology. He's so highly famous and used that many people reports having dreams of him!

Awe shucks mate, you're going to make Philza blush with all those flattery and words of him in your dreams.

Mmm? What do you mean Philza was there in your room?

Don't be silly, Philza is an AI assistant in your computer! He doesn't have a human body (maybe he does, it has been so long... It's been rotting for so long. )

Ask him about Kristin? Why Philza can talk endlessly about his creator! She was the one that brought him to life after all. No worries, Kristin will always live on! She is never forgotten

Missa

A college student, whose tired and stressed by all the academic pressure and not only that, his former roommate Spreen has suddenly went missing. To add more pressure, Roier and Missa got into a fight and went no contact with each other for a while. Luckily, he found Philza and doesn't feel as lonely anymore even if he's been.. having suspicious and strange dreams about him.

It's probably because Missa hasn't been out as much and talked with people like a regular human being should. (But he doesn't need anyone else but me-)

Techno and Tommy

Ah, the two sons of the Angel of Death; Philza! Techno is the eldest son, with a quiet yet burning heart personality. He only seeks to have a peaceful day, and spend his retirement in his new house

Tommy, on the other hand, seeks adventure and more activities to do. He deeply loves his brother, Techno, but finds his ideal plan of retirement too boring so he drags Missa around the digital world to find different entertainments like building new toys or doing crochets!

Hmm... How strange that Tommy and Techno seemingly try to warn Missa the most about trying to go back and redo certain tasks again. As if trying to stall time...hmmm.

[vixstarria]

Kinktober Day 21 - Free Use

For every day of the month of October I will be posting a little snippet following prompts listed in this post. Most of these will not be full fics, but rather short snippets, set-ups, and, in a few cases, copied bits and pieces of fics I have already published. But, if there is a lot of interest and feedback on any of the snippets, they might just evolve into full fics, so keep that in mind.

Disclaimer / TW: Sex club shenanigans. And yes, yes, I know I'm late... It did take me a full 3 weeks to fall behind, at least.

The masquerade masks were, of course, completely inadequate for concealing anyone’s identity. However, they served a different purpose: acknowledging mask-clad acquaintances as such within the mansion, as well as mentioning their presence at the party outside the manor grounds was an unthinkable taboo, and would result in the irrevocable banishment of the offender and their immediate connections. Attendance at the events was a great privilege, one not to be squandered.

Astarion and Asmodea had been invited to the soiree by the owner of the establishment herself. They were encouraged to peruse and, if they so wished, partake, though the actual purpose of their visit was business, not pleasure: they were exploring the possibility of forging business ties between their cabaret theatre and the Scarlet Veil.

“Why this is even more strange than being on the paying end of a brothel,” Astarion murmured to Asmodea upon their emerging from the cloakroom.

"Are you sure you want to be here?" she frowned. "I'm happy to deal with the owner myself."

He waved a hand dismissively before responding.

“I will only ask two things of you: make no assumptions, and ask no questions you do not want to know the answers to.” Not waiting for her to respond, and likewise not giving her a chance to voice any more concerns, he sauntered towards a nearby room, sectioned off by a velvet drape.

"The Burrow," he read a plaque at the entrance. "Hmm, let me guess..."

Asmodea had no choice but to follow him as he disappeared behind the curtain.

Her eyes widened as she was immediately greeted by the sight of a splayed pair of legs protruding from a nearby wall at about hip height. The ankles were in restraints, bound to the wall. The rest of the body disappeared behind a window cut-out, concealed by strip curtains. The figure, or at least the visible part of it, wore absolutely nothing but a pair of torn silk stockings.

"...Ah," Asmodea blinked. "Gloryholes. ...Of a kind."

There was an entire row of these holes further along the wall, she now realised, most of them occupied by grunting, thrusting masked men, their trousers gathered unceremoniously at their ankles.

"Harengon holes, they're called," Astarion corrected. "Because harengons-"

"...live in burrows and fuck like rabbits, yes, I've gathered."

Despite herself, she glanced up at Astarion, and, perhaps reading the unasked question in her eyes, he elaborated further.

"If the manor events are run the way I think they are, the participants here are all thrill-seeking guests, not paid staff. Concealed attendants should be keeping an eye on things on both sides, in case anyone doesn't know how to behave."

They passed further along the wall, observing the activities around them. A halfling, scorning a nearby stepladder which must have been provided for those of their stature, simply stood with their face buried between the disembodied legs. A chorus of muffled moans and howls sounded from somewhere beyond the wall.

The scene appeared increasingly more comical the longer Asmodea observed it, and she bit her lip to hold back a titter.

"Shall we move on before we're kicked out..?" Astarion asked, seeing her reaction. "I don't believe this is intended as a comedy show."

They continued on to the next room.

My Kinktober masterlist and prompts post