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[myfictionaldreams]

Day 6: Dry Hump- James Potter

Summary: James Potter was your best friend, and he was unequivocally in love with Lily Evans. However, he has one secret he trusts only with you: he’s never kissed anyone.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, inexperienced James & experienced Reader, friends with benefits vibes, kissing/making out, dry humping, cumming in pants, teasing, nearly caught

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James Potter was your best friend. He had many best friends, including the other Marauders and fellow Gryffindors, but he was YOUR best friend and had been since the first year at Hogwarts. James was the one person you always ran to and shared all happy memories with; if you needed cheering up, he’d be the only one who could pull a smile to your lips. It had always been just the two of you until he became infatuated with Lily Evans.

It had been years of hearing about how wonderful Lily was, which you knew anyway as she was your friend. Finally, you convinced her to say yes to one date with James, even though she did wait until everyone was finishing their time at Hogwarts and about to graduate. He’d waited long enough, and you were thrilled to see him getting his dream date.

This was until he casually announced one day, “I’ve never kissed anyone”.

He’d mumbled it to himself under his breath. James had gone from pure exhilarated joy to fear and doubt at the weight he’d put on his shoulders for having to be the perfect date for Lily. You’d taken him to the Shrieking Shack to try and get away from everyone else so that James could blow off some steam, but all he’d done so far was sulk in his armchair and stare into the fire whilst waiting for Sirius and Remus to join after their lesson.

Then, out of the blue, he admitted his secret that he had yet to kiss anyone. A frown dawns on you as you turn away from the book in your hand to inspect the messy-haired Marauder next to you visually. “What?” you asked with a hint of uncertainty as if he was telling the truth, “How have you never kissed anyone before?” Your mind raced to all of the parties in the Gryffindor tower where most people, including yourself, had made out with others, but now that you thought about it, you’d never seen James lip-locked with anyone else.

It was James’ turn to frown as he looked at you blankly, “When would I have had time? I’ve just wanted to be with Lily, and she’s always said no when I’ve asked before. Anyway, I don’t see why you’re saying it in that tone; it’s not like you’ve been kissing loads of people”. You give James a tight-lipped smile to show that he was, in fact, very wrong with that statement. His eyes widen as he realises the truth, “Wait, you have? Since when?”

“James, how can you be shocked? I’ve kissed plenty of people before, especially during those parties with the fire whiskey that Sirius always steals for us. You wander off with the Marauders or fawn over Lily, and what am I supposed to do? Stand on my own? Absolutely not, I go and find some fun”.

Your best friend’s mouth drops open in shock. Still, he quickly covers it up by looking away grumpily, “Great, so I’m the only person in our year who hasn’t kissed anyone, and now, I’m going to take Lily out, and she’s going to refuse to see me again because I don’t know what I’m doing, we’re going to finish school, and I’ll never see her again, and I’ll die alone!”.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his over-the-top rant, shutting the book with a loud snap and facing him completely whilst still in your chair. “James, you need to chill out a bit; I’m sure it’ll be fine. Do you really think Lily’s been going around snogging loads of boys? I’m sure she’s just as inexperienced as you”.

James’ shoulders dropped in relief as he turned back towards you with hope in his hazel eyes, “Do you think so?”

Your face immediately gave it away that you’d been lying as you sighed, “Ok, I might have seen her making out with a Ravenclaw a year ago, but still, I wouldn’t worry about it! You’ll be excellent! You’re James Potter, the Gryffindor King, a founding Marauder and Gryffindor Seeker. You can sure as hell make out with Lily Evans correctly”.

The pretty Marauder smiled thankfully at your dramatic declaration, “That’s true, thanks, Sweetheart”. Relaxing back into your seat, the book returned to your hand, assuming the conversation was officially over. However, only a moment later, James is whining pathetically, “But what if I’m not good? What if I hurt her or lick her wrong or-”.

“Lick? Why are you licking her, James? I thought we were on about kissing?”

“We are! But you know, people use tongues and-”

“James, I don’t know what you want me to say; if you’re that petrified with kissing, why don’t we practice a little so you can stop freaking out”. It took you a couple of long seconds before the offer you’d just given him genuinely dawned on you. You weren’t sure why you had said it, expecting him to say no but wishing for him to calm down and thinking this was the only option.

James’ head snapped towards you, giving his full attention as he asked, “Wait, you’d do that?” He pushed himself up off the chair's arms, and his eyes were wide and hopeful again.

Lowering the book, you spoke slowly, “Yeah, sure. I mean, it’s just a kiss, and at least we’re friends, so no feelings have to be involved”.

“Yeah, that's a good point! Okay, right, so, um, how do we do this? Do I come over to you, or do we stand?”

Sighing at James, you stood abruptly, dropping the book and strutting to him with arms swinging. The marauder sits up suddenly, taking his feet off the stool he had been resting on as he stares up at you with wide eyes that you can see the whites of his eyes beneath his glasses. “What are you doing?” He questions uncertainly as you straddle his lap without a word, your knees resting on either side of his toned thighs, your fingers slipping around his neck and interlocking at the base of his skull.

“I’m going to kiss you, James. Is that alright with you?” You didn’t mean to sound sassy as you asked with a single raised questioning eyebrow, but you also needed to make sure that he was happy for this to continue.

Those two wide hazel eyes stared at your lips, licking his own to moisten as he slowly nodded, “Uh yeah, just tell me what to do.” A pang of sympathy rushed through your chest at seeing James becoming nervous, which was not usually a sight that you had to see as he was usually such a confident, happy person. You would have spent some time to explain that it was normal to be nervous during your first kiss, but you didn’t want to allow any more time for him to freak out, so loosening your intern locked fingers, you moved them to cup each of her freshly shaved cheeks and pressed your lips delicately against his. You wanted it to be quick enough that he didn’t even have time to tense, even though he did proceed to lock up as you moved back to assess his reaction.

“See, it’s not so scary. You’re supposed to enjoy this, James”. Thankfully, as your face lowered once more, he forced himself to take a steadying breath and relax the tension in his muscles as your lips caressed his.

They were softer than you’d anticipated, plump and smooth like a pillow and instantly, your eyes and his close. However, James surprised you by moving his first. His hand lifted and rested on your hip so gently that you hardly felt it until he gave your body a little squeeze to test the waters of how much he could get into the moment. So you rewarded him by pressing your face harder against his, lips beginning to move and rubbing against each other on instinct.

James even amazed himself with how naturally and quickly he could make out with you. Tilting your head, you deepened the kiss, nose pressing into his cheek so that you could smell his skin that had remnants of his aftershave, which was always spicy and woodsy. As the air became necessary, you pulled back enough to take deep, greedy breaths, now noticing he was doing the same thing but looking up at you with half-lidded eyes.

“So what did you think-”

James didn’t allow your sentence to finish as his other hand cupped along your jaw, pulling your face closer again until the two of you kissed with much more heat with the movements. His mouth opened wider to match how yours was moving against his; your heartbeat quickened as you leaned further into his tall, warm body, melting into his touch and kiss.

Then you wanted to take a risk and licked his bottom lip, which you were ultimately greeted with a praising deep groan of satisfaction that vibrated James’ entire chest and sent tingles straight to your core.

Ok, wow, you thought as James attempted and succeeded with his own lick back against your tongue; you were definitely getting turned on by this. As if he was reading your mind, James pressed harder on your hips, willing you to move down, which you did, your skirt pushing up on your thighs so that when you sat on his crotch, your panty-covered pussy was flush against the material of his trousers.

As one, the two of you pulled away from each other. Mainly because you were now sitting on his very hard erection and also because he knew you could feel his evidence of being aroused. You both stare at each other with wide, unblinking eyes, lips slightly swollen and the taste of his spit still on your tongue.

However, you didn’t want to stop and awkwardly sit back in your seat, and he wasn’t rushing to push you off, either. You were horny, and so was he. Yes, James Potter was your best friend, but that didn’t have to matter; you just wanted him to enjoy the moment and show that it wasn’t as scary as he thought.

Enough time passed, and if he didn’t want to continue, he would have said something by now, so you took the opportunity to lean back in, your thumb attempting to soothe him, stroking across his cheek in timid circles. As your mouths reconnected, your hips ground down on his crotch. You were hoping that he knew enough about anatomy to tell that the warmth from your pussy was a sign of arousal, wanting him to know you were just as turned on as he was.

You do it a few more times, rubbing back and forth with increasing pressure until James makes a pained noise that has you stopping altogether and checking in on him.

He’s looking everywhere but at you, as he apologises, “Sorry, it’s just these trousers are tight and rubbing me painfully”.

“You could just take them off”, you say once again, not thinking before you speak. James looks at you with dramatically wide eyes as he, too, realised what you’d just said. Quickly, you clarified, “I’m not saying that to have sex or anything; I just mean, we could kinda carry on doing what we are doing, but if your trousers are hurting, then just in your boxers”.

You’re surprised by his automatic response of a nod, yes, his arousal blocking all thoughts of Lily as he begins to undo his belt easily. Rising onto your knees to give him room, he pushed the offending material until his thighs were bare and his plaid boxers were on display, barely containing his length. Not wanting him to feel exposed, you lowered yourself once more, and both groaned at the contact, yours at a higher pitch as you could feel the entire outline of his cock against your cunt.

James was bigger than you’d thought and was currently pointing down his left thigh, so you angled your hips in this direction. Tilting your hips forward slightly, your clit grazed along his shaft, causing a hitch in your breath as it caused pleasure to pool in your abdomen, moisture slickening your hole with each movement.

You’re breathing just as heavily as he is, lips still moving against each other, exploring, tasting, needing more. You were kind of proud of him when he moved his face down your jaw, leaving open-mouthed kisses and causing more pleasure to pulse through you. You were half tempted to rise onto your knees again to show him the evidence of your arousal that had soaked through your panties and onto his boxers, but you didn’t want it to stop.

As your fingers delved into his messy black hair to hold his face closer, he thrust his hips up against yours to add to his stimulation. He was still apprehensive, so he didn’t push too hard, but he rocked back and forth until his tip was pressed against your clothed folds. The muscular thighs beneath yours tensed with each thrust, the muscles defined from all his years of playing quidditch.

His hands remained in place, one on the opposite side of your jaw to where his mouth still kissed, and the other hand helped to move your hips back and forth in time with his own ruts. You’d never actually gotten off like this with anyone before. Usually, underwear would be removed at this point, and more direct contact could occur, but it was still exciting to have some barriers between you. The lace of your underwear was quite rough against your most sensitive area, especially your engorged throbbing clit. You were sure to be sore afterwards, especially with the amount of pressure you were rubbing against each other; with each passing second, the need to find completion made you both desperate.

As his lips found yours again, his tongue began to delve and explore the hollow of your mouth, along your palate and even over your teeth; your pussy began to clench, fire blooming in your core with the impending release.

Pulling back, your fingers moved to rest on his shoulders to hold on tighter as you quickly moaned, “Please don’t stop; I’m going to cum”.

James moaned huskily, out of breath, but both of his hands were now on your hips, moving both his hips and yours faster to find his orgasm. Resting your forehead on his, you both shared the same area, still tasting the other in your mouths, sweat beginning to coat your faces. You were sure you could feel his own wet patch against your arse cheek from where precum was dribbling from his tip and staining his underwear. 

“Ah, fuck- James!” your head tilts back as you finally orgasm, thighs shaking and pussy fluttering around nothing. However, just as you were beginning to come down from your pleasurable high, James suddenly grabbed you painfully, both arms wrapping around your waist as he sat up further on the chair, nearly knocking you off of him if it wasn't for his grip around your midsection. Reassuringly your arms wrapped around his shoulders as his face nuzzled into your chest, his body shivering as thick spurts of cum soaked his boxers.

His moans were like music to your ears and sounded slightly pathetic, making you cling to him more, attempting to run your fingers through his hair to calm the crazy style, but to no avail. Your pussy felt like it was on fire due to the rough stimulation and the untouched orgasm, but it felt so good you savoured the sensation for a few minutes whilst trying to catch your breath.

“There you go, Potter. Not only have you kissed a girl for the first time, but you’ve also made her cum”.

James laughs, loosening his grip slightly to look up at you, but then you both hear the worst noise imaginable: voices from a few floors below, especially those of Sirius and Remus. You scrambled to your feet, straightening your clothes and sitting back in your chair, picking up the book and opening it to a random page as James pulled up his trousers, both of you ignoring the bodily juices completely.

James just about had his feet back on the footstool before Sirius and Remus walked in, but both immediately halted and looked between you and James. It was Sirius who spoke first, eyes squinting in accusation, “Why do you both look so guilty right now? What did you do?”

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lando with staff member maybe mclaren legal intern or lawyer?

Than youu and congrat🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Warnings: mean!lando, swearing

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader

A/N - IM A LAW STUDENT YAYAYAYYAYAYAYYAYAYA but I’m doing intern instead 🤫 

“Who’s she?” Lando raised an eyebrow at you walking round the lobby of the MTC. “New intern,” Oscar muttered, watching as you stared at the cars on display, awe etched across your face. “I can tell,” Lando muttered, the impressed look on hout face making Lando feel a strange sense of pride, somehow. “Should we say hi?” Lando asked as Oscar shrugged. 

“Why not?” the Aussie shrugged, following Lando to where you were standing. “Yo,” a voice said behind you, making you jump slightly, your cheeks flushing as you found yourself staring at the two McLaren drivers. “Hello,” you said shyly, looking between them, surprised they’d come to you. “You’re new,” Lando said, the words more a statement of fact than a question as you nodded. 

“D’you need help finding-?” Oscar was cut off by Lando. “You look stupid just walking round,” he said, his voice nonchalant and cool as you flushed a bit. “Sorry,” you muttered, looking down as Lando rolled his eyes. “Where are you supposed to be?” Lando said, looking you up and down. You were pretty, very pretty. And lost looking. Like a cute puppy. 

“I’m not sure,” you said, “I was just told to be here,”. Lando looked at Oscar, a look of disbelief across the older man’s face. “She having a laugh?” Lando said, nodding his head curtly to you. His words were harsh and cold, but there was a hint of curiosity in his voice, which didn’t go unnoticed to you. 

“Come with us,” Oscar decided, standing forwards as Lando followed, watching you hurry behind then, clutching your bag and phone. “Maybe but your phone in the bag, it’ll help,” Lando said, his voice borderline condescending. There was something about being an asshole to you that gave him some sort of sick pleasure. 

Of course, it wasn’t as extreme as sadistic bullshit, but he still found it fun. Hyoid followed Lando and Oscar to a small room,a briefing room with a computer in it and a desk. Lando typed quickly on the computer, not looking. Jo as Oscar watched. “Name?” Lando asked. “Y/N Y/L/N,” he froze after your name, his eyebrow raised. That was a pretty name. 

“Y/Bm” he muttered, typing in your name, immediately flashing up with the results.  “What is it?” Oscar asked, peeking tour t eh computer and peering at the monitor. “An assistant, huh?” Lando said, “And my assistant, too,”. You nodded, clutching your bag as Lando sighed. “Sure, whatever,” Lando groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Get me some coffee,”. 

You nodded hurriedly, scrambling out of the room as Lando watched you. “She’s gonna be a pain,” Lando rolled his eyes as Oscar tutted. “Give her a chance, mate,” Oscar clapped the Brit on his shoulder. Lando shrugged, watching as you came back with a cup, steam coming up from the lid. “So you are useful,” Lando mused, taking a sip of the coffee. 

It was really good, actually. Not that he’d admit it. “Lando, mate,” Oscar snorted, “play nice,”. Lando rolled his eyes as his teammate left, leaving him standing with you, watching you. His eyes roved over your body, your pretty outfit, a little black dress, giving him a nice view. “Right, then,” he said, clapping his hands as he stared at you. “You’re gonna be helpful, and not a waste of space,” he said, nodding to you. 

You nodded vehemently as Lando rolled his eyes, your enthusiasm and eagerness to please being very nearly endearing. Nearly. Lando was not about to find himself attracted to a girl he just met, and that too, knew nothing of. “Right,” he said, looking you up and down. “Why are you dressed like that?” he asked, your own gaze falling to the outfit that adorned your body. 

“Zak told me to dress formally,” you said, tugging at the dress sheepishly. “Right, then,” Lando said. Formally, not like a pretty little doll. “So, Y/N,” he leaned on the table as he stared at you, your cheeks fed from the intensity, “what can you do to help me?”. Well, that was a dumb question. “Paperwork and stuff, I guess,” you shrugged, “whatever you want me to,”. 

Lando clucked his tongue at your last phrase, his eyes trailing up and down your body. “Anything?” he asked as you nodded, not quite realising the sexual implications he’d managed to bring from your somewhat innocent sentence. “Well, for starters,” Lando spoke, his tone hard to decipher, “refill thus,” he handed you the cup. 

He was gonna have fun with this.

A/N - Comment if you want a part 2 (need 10 to convince myself to do so) 👇

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omg imagine PK x Plushies i love you so much girl you are amazing

Plushies x Piss Kink Crossover - Joel Miller x F!Reader

Notes: The crossover that was bound to happen and its HEREREEEEEEEE. This is more Plushies!verse setting and they discover a lil piss kink.

Warnings: PissKink, Plushies humping, yes we are peeing on the plush, premature ejaculation, assisted male masturbation, crying, jealous!Joel, and a HINT (just a bit) of sub!Joel at the end

18+ ONLY

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“What’s this one? Benny the Buffalo?” Joel asks, staring down at the brown fuzzy stuffed animal in his hands.

“No, dummy, that’s Biscuit, the Bison,” you retort, not even looking at him as you continue reading.

The two of you are lying down on your new “shared” bed, and Joel has decided its time he get to know his roommates on first name basis.

“Course. And this?” He snatches the white rabbit next. “BunBun?”

“Carrot.”

“Appropriate. How about Ghosty over here?”

“Casper.”

“How original. Aaaannnddd....?” He shoves the next one in your face to get your attention: a fat baby chick with an enormous orange bill.

“Mr Quakers,” you answer matter-of-factly.

“I bet he’s loads of fun on that little nub of yours,” he snickers. He tosses the poor chick like a free-throw basketball across the room.

He grabs the next one, buried waaaay in the back of your bed under all the rest. “Alright, Let me guess… Hammy the Hamster.”

“No that’s—“ you take one look at the one currently in his palms: a medium sized hamster with bitty hands and a large head as big as his squat body. Quickly hiding your shocked expressions, you go back to your book and say very casually, “Um…that’s… Frank.”

“Frank?”

“Mhm.”

“Just Frank.”

“Yup.”

“Frank the Hamster. How does that make sense?”

“Well I didn’t name him.”

“And who did?"

You swallow, wondering why Joel’s got so many goddamn questions about the naming conventions of your stuffed animals. “Um … Frank did…”

“Stuck up fella, naming the thing after him. Who was this “Frank” then. Your uncle? Was he as perverted as me?”

“No. Frank’s… my ex.”

Your face feels hot, avoiding his gaze and trying to look anywhere but at him. 

Joel stares at you with an unreadable expression, then back to the fisted squishy hamster plush. He contemplates for what feels like an eternity. There’s an uneasy silence hanging in the air, and your heart is beating out of your chest, wondering what he may be thinking about those word resonating in his ears.

He clenches his jaw, gritting his teeth into diamonds while looking at something so extremely soft and huggable. You hope maybe he’ll just dropkick it out the window at worst, but instead: 

“Hands and knees on the floor. We’re fucking Frankie the Hamster tonight.”

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There was no “we”. What he really meant was YOU are fucking Frank the Hamster tonight, and he is pinning you down and forcing you to grind on it harder.

“Joel—that—feels… uncomfortable.”

He’s not rubbing his cock along your ass, or nudging your clit or kissing you. Instead, he’s caged you between the thick mass of his sold body and the hamster on the floor, your legs spread out with his knees along the inside of your calves to keep them open.

He keeps rubbing along your pelvis, palm digging into the squishy part right below your belly, pressing hard against your bladder.

“Joel,” you warn again. Your legs quiver with the rapid build, too afraid to push him off entirely. He’s steaming, that’s for sure, but why torture you above the little helpless guy?

“S’matter? You don’t like rubbing your slutty pussy over your ex’s face?”

“It’s just a stuffed animal—ow!” You cry as Joel pinches your nipple through your shirt.

“You grind on Frankie’s face before?”

“N-no. Never,” you swear. 

“Mmm. Not sure I believe you, sweet pea. Kept him all these years, didn’t ya?”

You shake your head, too afraid to face him. You really hadn’t been grinding on the hamster ever. In fact, you nearly forgetting of his existence until Joel fished him up while asking everyone’s name. 

He forces your back to arch even more drastically, putting more pressure between your naked cunt and the soft squish bellow you. You furrow your brows, fear creeping between your spread legs, unable to clench against something to brush off the mounting pressure in you.

“Joel please—I really need to go...” you didn't want to finish the sentences. He wasn't pleasuring with his hands you in the right places so much as building pressure in the wrong one.

“Go where? I’m all you need. Right. Here.” His fingers dig possessively into your side while his other hand pushes into your lower belly.

You shake your head again. Heart racing now that you no longer care about your pleasure and are more concerned with the mess of forbidden bodily fluids you’re about to rain all over your poor Frankie—

It hits you with burning desire mixed with an irksome bile. You gasp out angrily. 

This. Mother. Fucking. Asshole.

Joel smirks into your neck behind you, as if reading your mind figuring out his evil little plan. 

“S’wrong, angel? Would you rather be doing this with any of MY plushies I’ve spoiled you with?”

“I—you—“ you grit your teeth, eyes closing as a wave of panic washes deep through your core. You’re desperate not to make a mess, a fool of yourself to tame his sadistic need to own every inch of control over you.

He hears the little staggered pants from your lips. “Do it,” he commands softly but with finality, laced with a sadistic “win” for him.

A tear slips down your cheek as you moan sadly, your stomach giving up and unclenching as the walls of your bladder breaks, and hot urine spills into the stuffed animal’s face currently wedged so tightly against your entrance. 

“Shhhhhh,” he coos, finally grinding himself against your ass. He can hear the feint rushing liquid of your piss splatting into the cotton. 

He presses you further into its plush softness, suffocating every inch of your crotch so that it absorbs all the nasty warm juice squeezing out of you like a lemon. Your legs quiver violently as you can’t help but release more and more, flowing out as if by his demand and feeling the poor plush get heavy with the rush filling its cotton innards up.

"Naughty girl, am I making you piss all over your ex's face? Little Frankie doesn't deserve that does he?" He taunts, fully well intending for this to exactly happen as he wanred.

There’s so much, and another tear slips passed you, but this one because it feels so—relieving. It’s gross and nasty, embarrassing and heartbreaking all at once, and it makes you hump against him and the dampened hamster even more. 

Joel feel the quickened breaths coming out desperately from your nose as you grind down on the defiled thing all soaked up with your own piss. Your hips are frantic, smothering your cunt with the piss-logged plush desperately, as if you were trying to...

“Shit—are you…?”

You cry out in response, mouth agape with satisfied groans when you clit catches along the wet seams just right and you find yourself cumming on the sad wet thing drowned below you.

Joel clears his throat in surprise. His cock pulses on its own and floods the inside of his pants in white strings of his seed.

Did he think you would probably cry? Yes.

Did he want you to pee and destroy your ex’s little gift to you? Yes.

Did he expect you to fucking cum from it? Um.

Did he know HE would cum from it??? No. Definitely not. 

His teeth grind against one another trying not to think about how perverted he is, pulling away from you so you can’t feel his sticky spent through his trousers and on to your back. 

The squishy lump below you begins seeping the now cooled piss into the floor boards. You sigh deeply, not sure what to do now that your little punishment has turned into—something wilder.

You feel a gentle kiss along your cheek, his thumb caressing away your tears.

“That was hot,” He admits plainly.

You cover your face to hide your smile. It’s gross. It really is. Should be embarrassing. You don’t even want to think about the hamster on the floor, the memories you’ve just soddened with your own fucking piss. 

He helps you off the floor. Your thighs still shake, the uncomfortable feeling hanging there in disgust now that you’re mentally sober again.

He guides you to the shower where you both wash up quietly.

“Um—listen I didn’t… I don’t know why you would keep your ex’s stuff but…I mean I’m reasonably… it doesn’t make me feel great, so ya can’t blame me, for getting jealous—“

You shut him up but tugging against his half hard cock.

“First of all,” you say, the sudden boldness in your voice blanking his mind into submission under your touch.

“That plush, was from my first boyfriend—in high school. We dated for 2 months,” you continued, your fingers gripping his base with a gentle squeeze, feeling him swell to full mass, “and then he realized he liked boys. That was it. We laughed about it and stayed good friends. He gave me the stuffed animal as a parting gift to college for helping him through it all.”

You stop rubbing his cock and Joel opens his eyes. “That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“So…Frank’s just… a friend…”

You kiss his collarbone. “Just a friend,” you repeat.

The water coats his back soothingly. An ache that had formed in his muscles, the strain of aggression tickling his brain from the minute he heard you had a stuffed animal named after your ex, still in your bed after years, had suddenly vanished. 

“Why—why would you say hes your ex and not just your old friend? Why'd ya let me make you do that to it?” He asks, concerned now that he’s ruined something sentimental to you over his quickness to jealousy.

“Because—“ you nip along the swell of his chest, both hands working along his hardened cock. “You wanted it.” Your thumb swipes along his tip, the precum feeling sticky despite the shower water drenching you. 

He moans, head falling into your shoulder as he thrusts his length into your palm. 

As your wrist continues to jerk him off, your lips ghost the shell of his ear with a deadly, lascivious whisper: 

“And I’m too crazy for you to say no.”

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okay so idk if you’ve watched gilmore girls but i would love to see a miles morales (earth 42) w a reader who’s like lorelai gilmore (rambles a lot, is very funny/witty, says a lot of obscure pop culture references a lot and teases people a lot lot) idk i feel like the two would have some very silly interactions 😈 (love ur work btw 😘🙏🏼)

this req was so fun to write, tysm for the req! sprinkled in some stuff so she isn't exactly lorelai, but hopefully i did the prompt justice!

wc: 1.6k

pairing: Earth-42! Miles Morales x (lorelai gilmore!) f! reader

warnings: friends with lots of tension, cursing, this has the iconic "will you just stand still?" scene from gilmore girls, possessiveness

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"Lucy, I'm home!" You loudly announced as you swung the door open and let yourself into Miles' dorm. Apparently, both of you were past knocking.

Looking up at you, who had broken into his dorm, he pointed out "You ain't even room here."

"What do you mean? We're like Troy and Annie at this point." Aside from the fact that their relationship was more one-sided and they never ended up together. You were hoping your story would have a different outcome.

Miles was tranquility laying on his bed with his back against the wall before you let yourself into his room. Making yourself at home on his bed with him, you sat next to him. He pulled your legs on top of his and said, “What're you here for, ma?" You thought he sounded like a fellow convict asking you what crime you committed. You stated, "Conspiracy, apparently."

Usually, when you came by, you always wanted to sneak off campus. He was too familiar with you to not know what your intentions were from the minute you stepped in. You couldn't tell if you hated or loved how he could see through you. He narrowed his eyes at you and you defended yourself, "What? I can’t come see my favorite guy? You always think I'm schemin' some diabolical shit."

Shaking his head at you and giving you a small smirk, he asked, "You tryna go out or sum?" "Yeah, bet you'd like that huh." You cheekily teased, suppressing a snort at your own joke.

He already knew why you barged into his dorm, so he said, "Yea, I would. Let's go, ma." He guided you up and you both walked through the door of his room. You had to stifle a giggle as the both of you ran down the hallway and snuck past the security guard. Exiting out of a side door of the dormitory, you both successfully escaped. After all the times you've snuck out together, the route out just became muscle memory.

Walking down the bustling streets of Brooklyn, you felt alive. Holding Miles' arm, you noticed a new bakery had opened up. "Oh, let's go try it out, Miles!" You exclaimed, pulling him along. As Miles opened the door for you, the sweet aroma of newly baked goods filled your senses.

Stepping up to view the large menu that was hung up, you were distracted by all of the options when someone called out your name. It was a worker of the bakery, a friend of yours. Beckoning you over, he greeted you. "I haven't seen you in a hot minute. You look as good as ever." He winked at you. This made Miles' eye twitch subtly. Miles slowly unwrapped your hand that was resting on his arm and set his arm on your waist instead. To which your little guy friend didn't get the hint Miles was sending him.

You giggled at him, "It's been forever. How've you been?" Miles tuned out your whole conversation with him. He stood protectively next to you, as stoic as ever.

As you finally wrapped up your conversation with the other guy, you ordered take-out rather than dining in. Sitting down next to Miles, you waited for your orders. You swore you saw steam coming out of Miles' ears. "What's with you?" You asked him. "Nothin'." He said. It was bullshit, and you knew it.

Your orders came up and Miles couldn't wait to bolt out of there. Picking up the order, Miles wasted no time in putting his hand around your waist and rushing you out the door. "Damn Miles, stop movin' so fast. Usually, I'd be into that, but-" He shut you up before you could say anything outrageous by stuffing a piece of a Churro into your mouth. You muffled a "What the hell?"

As you both sat on the ledge of the student dormitory's rooftop, you watched the sun slowly set. You both sat shoulder-to-shoulder, eating the churros that you had picked up earlier. Miles seemed to be in a better mood than earlier. Swinging your feet over the edge of the building, you said to Miles,

"I was taking this quiz on the internet, right?" Turning his head to you, he asked, "What quiz?"

You responded, "You know, one of those 'What Movie Are You?' quizzes on the internet." Miles nodded his head in acknowledgment and you continued "And guess what it said," He tilted his head at you and hummed, urging you to continue.

"Marley & Me!" You chuckled, "Which is crazy, 'cause I don't even have a dog. Then I was thinking. And maybe I'm reaching here, but I figured out the meaning!" Taking a bite of your churro, you said, covering your mouth. "You're like, my Marley."

Furrowing his brows at you, he said, "Mami, Marley was a dog."

"Yeah, but just overlook that for a second. Although Marley drove John batshit crazy, he brought out the best in John. I'm like John, and you're Marley!" You exclaimed like you had just discovered a new species.

Miles deadpanned at you, pretending like he didn't find you amusing. "I ain't a dog though, ma?"

Honestly, that was debatable in your mind. You replied, "I've said 'down boy!' more times to you than I have to an actual dog."

"Ion know what you mean." He shrugged. But you knew he remembered. He always looked like he was going to attack whatever other guy you spoke to. What was his deal, anyway?

Dropping the subject you said, "Okay moral of the story, I'm trying to say you bring out the best in me." You mumbled the end of your sentence and he teased you, "What was that? The last part." You only rolled your eyes and enunciated,

"Marley was the missing piece of John's puzzle, y'know? Like, what is John without Marley? John's better than me though, 'cause I don't think I could go on if I lost Marley." You tried to subtly say. This had to be the strangest analogy you've ever made, you thought.

He was silent for the majority of your rambling, so you turned your head to glance at him to see if he picked up on your words. But he was already staring at you. "Are you even listening?" You annoyedly deadpan at him. "Course I am. Continue." He said, encouraging you to go on. You shrug and said, "Alright. As I was saying," But as you glanced at him again,

He was leaning into you and the words died on your tongue. Your heart was pounding in your ears. He gently moved your chin towards him, and you anxiously waited for his next move. He leaned closer to your lips, a sly grin slowly growing on his face. You could reach up and connect them right then and there.

And then he swiped your bottom lip with his thumb, brushing off crumbs. He turned his head away from you and resumed your previous conversation. To which you had forgotten what you were previously speaking about. Your eye twitched slightly.

“So, what movie you think I am, ma?" He casually asked, crunching on his churro without a second thought.

Man, screw that.

You'd fallen for one of the oldest tricks in the book. What was this tomfoolery? "Oh fuck you, Eric Matthews." Angrily mumbling under your breath, you glared at him.

He pretended not to hear you as he swiped his hand over his mouth to conceal a laugh that threatened to come out.

Focusing back on reality, you said, "I think we should head back to the dorms now. You know, in case they catch us up here." He agreed and you both hopped off the ledge and onto the rooftop. Heading down the stairway to the dorms, you walked side-by-side with him.

On the walk back to the dorms, you couldn't explain how the topic of love came up. Then again, you couldn't explain most of your conversations with him. But who would've known love could be so controversial? You told him,

"Love's a bitch. But speaking of love, you ever notice how you can always tell when someone has a crush on someone else?" It was exhausting seeing two people who liked each other just beat around the bush.

You continued before he could even open his mouth, "You know what they say, if someone likes you, you'll know. But if they don't, you'll be confused."

"How would y'know though?" He queried your statement. "The eyes, they never lie." You said.

He found it almost ironic how oblivious you could be. "Yeah? What are mine sayin' then, ma?" He said softly.

You both arrived at your dorm's door. Turning to him, you tried to analyze his gaze. His gaze was intense, like your eyes were the only ones he could see. You swore your heart stopped for a moment. And suddenly, he was getting closer.

"Hey, hey." You nervously blurted out, raising your arms in your defense. "What are you doing?" You questioned, your eyes widening.

His patience was running thin as he sighed, "Mami. Will you just stand still?" He grabbed onto your waist and tugged you into his hold. Your hands lay on his chest, unsure. His head tilted down towards you and you just about liquified in his embrace as you wrapped your arms around his neck. His lips stopped inching towards yours, they merely hovered over each other. His eyes had a playful glint in them. He was teasing you. If he didn't kiss you right now, you were sure you'd go insane. "Miles-" You started to complain until he cut you off with a kiss.

Your senses were overwhelmed, solely by him. His comfortable and familiar smell, the warm feeling of his lips on yours, and his fingertips that held onto your waist. His breath was tickling yours. You were sure that if he wasn't holding onto you, your legs would crumble completely. Your hands slithered onto his braids, playing with them as your lips moved together.

The beat of your heart played a song so loud you felt like he could hear it. As your eyes fluttered open to look up at him, you knew he could read the obvious affections you held in your eyes. Looking into his eyes, you hummed and pretended to ponder it. Grinning at him, you said,

"I think they're saying that we should do that again."

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Lucy, I'm home - I Love Lucy

Troy and Annie - roommates from the tv series Community

Eric Matthews - love interest from Miss Congeniality

the eyes, they never lie - scarface

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a/n: i said my reqs were open and then i forgot to turn them back on very sorry LMAO

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Astoria: Fate's Kiss Is Getting Re-released On 25 July, Here Are Some Things You Should Keep In Mind

Most people don't know it (until now I guess), but I'm the founder of, and have been running the @ls-salvation-squad project since Christmas 2021. I hardly interact with the LS community outside of the project server in a personal capacity as I've largely left the fandom around 6 months before the announcement of the app's closure.

I was pretty late to the game (pun intended), having only learnt about the app in 2020, but managed to be around for 'milestone events' such as the writers' strike and the DMCA rampage on YouTube/tumblr. Thanks to certain friends and technology, I've also had privileged access to a quasi-'insider look' into Voltage's workings (and failings) as a studio, both in real time and through secondhand horror stories of the past.

This culmination of experiences has spurred me to make my first, and last, personal opinion piece regarding LS on tumblr, a corner of the community that I haven't really interacted much with.

While I understand the sheer joy, relief and excitement that comes with revived, legal access to some of the most impressive, unapologetically queer stories to have ever graced the internet, I want to point out the ugly truths that are intertwined with the revival of this troubled app:

Buying the game =/= supporting the creators. Not a cent of your money goes towards them. Even when Voltage USA used to be a thing, barely any of it went towards the employees in general either. The writers were paid 3 cents/word, and producers were working twice as hard but only paid around half of their counterparts in other companies. AFAIK the artists have kept quiet but it would be more of a surprise if they were treated any better than their peers.

Buying the game =/= supporting queer content/community. This might come as a shocker, but homophobia ran rampant within Voltage's management. The best evidence of this can be found in their history of 'peculiar' business or creative decisions - and they've made a fuckton of bad choices. Fun fact; the first queer routes were only made possible via sheer force of will of a particular producer. I'm not at liberty to share the nitty gritty on this public platform as the stories aren't mine, but maybe if you asked some of the former staff nicely, they might give you cryptic hints.

You're gonna be paying them a THIRD time. Many of us have already shelled out hundreds of dollars on heart choices - not once, but twice. Putting the whole version on Steam/Switch had always been a valid option from the beginning of the end, but they chose not to do it. Why? Because users scrambling to make bulk purchases of tickets and hearts to record routes as a last hurrah meant a last, fat cash-in. Not to mention the fact that they're selling the game at US$30 per series, for almost decade-old content, presumably without any new additions. At this point, throwing your hard earned money at them AGAIN is just rewarding scummy management and unscrupulous business models.

Do you really need to? Our team of around 100 archivists worked tirelessly in Q1 of 2022 to provide you high quality recordings of every single route. We've gone so far as to acquire recordings of pre-LS Voltage content such as Queen's Gambit and all of the soundtracks. We've put assets up for download. There are a dozen passionate creators out there who have been updating their Ren'Py recreations so that you can scratch your itch - and all for free!!! What more could you possible want or need that only the greedy bastards at Voltage can give you - apart from seeing your custom MC name on the screen and the absolutely inconsequential choices B & C that our videos didn't cover?

Is this a call for a boycott? I guess not really, or at least I didn't consciously set out to make it like this. Dissuading others from purchasing legal access to media when it's easily available goes against my general principle about responsibly and pragmatically supporting creators. And as one 'em Gays™, I know the preciousness of possessing Queer Stories Written By Queer People.

But I was concerned at what seemed to be a wave of happiness and eagerness at news of the revival, without any mention of the absolute shit show that has led us to this very point. There's a very big part of me that's absolutely pissed at being taken for a ride. News of the revival has been a bittersweet development for us all, especially those who have poured their time, money and energy over the past 2.5 years into salvaging what was thought to be a lost piece of queer media - only to find out that all that effort might only get them a slap to the face in the form of a DMCA from the grave. So yeah, fuck you Voltage.

TLDR: You should really save your money for more ethical, indie developers who have the decency to not mock your consumer intelligence. I don't think it's a crime against humanity if you end up buying it after all, but just think about it yeah?

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Dig You A Grave

Part 4

@im-totally-not-an-alien-2

They eventually stumbled upon an abuelita selling tamales from coolers, at the mouth of an alley. The sketchier the place the better the Tamale.

After buying 4 dozen and a few waters, the boys find a park to eat in.

“So, what is this exactly and how do I eat it?” Klarion asks as he holds up the tin foil wrapped item.

“You’ve never had a Tamale before? Well, you are in for a treat. A tamale is a thing of masa or corn dough that has a bunch of different kinds of filling, is wrapped in a corn husk or banana leaf, and is then steamed to perfection.” The halfa waxed poetically.

Klarion watched as Danny unwrapped the first layer of tin foil, and then the corn husk, taking a huge bite out of the still steaming dough. He then mimicked the actions with his own and was shocked at the taste of this seemingly simple dish. He had never had anything like this before. He is pretty sure no one from Limbo Town had.

“This is amazing. I’ve never had anything like this before.” Klarion said before scarfing down the rest of his and grabbing another. This one is marked ‘mole’. “’Mole’? Is this one made with mole meat?” Klarion asked excitedly. He had never heard of a dish where mole was served.

Chuckling Danny replied. “No, it’s not made with mole. It’s pronounced ‘mol-a’ and it’s a sauce or maybe marinade, that is kinda earthy, kinda nutty and has chocolate in it, but it isn’t sweet like a chocolate bar. It’s good, trust me.” He also grabs a ‘mole’ marked tamale.

Excited to try a new form of chocolate, the witch boy digs in. This one is just as tasty as the previous one but has that lovely hint of chocolate.

The two sit in silence, with only Teekl’s content purring, as they enjoyed their lunch, each feeding the tabby bits of chicken. By the time they finished, 16 tamales were gone. (Teekl ate an entire chicken tamale by herself.)

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Klarion was full and was enjoying just resting in this park with Teekl and Danny. Being so far from his familiar, for so long had worn him out. While he felt much better now, he could really use some rest and relaxation. Maybe he should spend some time here. He could cause chaos anywhere, but Amity seemed to have some that occurred naturally, and it would be nice to just watch and enjoy it instead of always having to cause it and then deal with heroes or worse a Lord of Order. Besides maybe having a friend who doesn’t know you are an all-powerful Chaos Lord could be nice, at least for a little while.

Danny stretched his arms over his head, enjoying the nice day, with a full stomach, and good company, when a question pops into his head.

Danny lowered his arms and began to scratch Teekl’s back. “So, if you don’t mind me asking, what did Vlad do to make you fight a bunch of heroes and destroy his lawn? Not that he doesn’t deserve it, but inquiring minds want to know.”

Klarion looks over at his companion and debates on what to tell him. He has already decided to leave the light, so giving up some of their secrets and plans wouldn’t hinder anything he had coming up. Also, Danny seems more interested in the fact of whose stuff was stolen and destroyed, than why.

“Well to be honest. This Vlad just had something I needed, and those junior justice jerks tried to stop me. The property damage was just a bonus.” Danny smiled at this.

Before their conversation could continue, Danny’s phone began to buzz. It was Tucker and Sam asking where he was and if he was coming back to school. With a groan Danny replied.

“Ugh. I need to get back to school. Apparently, the administration isn’t going to dismiss us for the day, even though everyone’s lunch was basically ruined.” Danny slid down the bench, slouching, but sat right back up, turning to face Klarion. “This was fun though. And it was nice to spend a little more time with Teekl. Maybe we could hang out again?” Danny asked, averting his eyes at the end.

Klarion smiled. “I would like that. And I would be a miss if I denied Teekl the ability to visit you.”

“Well the best way to contact me is by text.”

Klarion grinned wide. “Are you asking for my number Danny?”

Blushing hard, he replies by handing over his phone with the contacts open. Klarion quickly put in his info and handed the device back, quietly thanking Tim for convincing him to get a cell. “Alight then. now it’s your turn.” Passing Danny both phones.

“Okay, all done.” The blue-eyed teen states as he hands the phone back and stands up getting ready to leave.

“Well until next time.”

“Until next time.” Danny agrees, as he grabs half of the remaining food and waves goodbye, as he starts to head in the direction of his school.

Once he is out of sight, Klarion looks down at Teekl. “You have a great read for people, but I’m still upset you left me alone for so long.”

“Mrrrrow.”

“You are quite right. There is plenty of time for you to explain everything, and for me to plan revenge on the Light, but first let’s head back, I am still very tired.”

Klarion stands up, opening his arms for Teekl to jump into. “Hmmm, maybe Danny would like the book I stole for the Light.” The witch boy mutters to himself as he teleports them back to their home.

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Once out of sight, Danny ducks into an alley and transforms. He zips back to school excited to share what happened with Sam and Tucker as well as give them a few Tamales to make up for them missing lunch. In a matter of minutes, he is near the school. He de-transforms and continues on foot to class.

He gets seated and hands his friends a few tamales each. Vegan ones for Sam and one of each meat for Tucker. They are very grateful for the food. He even slips two to Wes, who gave up trying to expose his secret identity last year and has been a pretty decent person now. Even got some of the other bullies to lay off him a few times.

The last few classes of the day drag on, as the three friends impatiently wait. When the final bell dismisses them, they sprint out the door and down the hall to freedom.

Once they were far enough from the school, and close to Fenton Works, they began to talk.

“Okay so how did your fluffy house guest get out, and more importantly end up at school?” Tucker asked.

“And who was that guy in all black and devil horn hair, who chased after you?” Sam followed up with.

“Well to answer Sam’s question first, that was Klarion, Teekl’s person. And for your question Tucker, apparently, she is a mischief maker. So, she most likely got out not too long after I left and followed me, and then once in the school made her way to the cafeteria.”

“Huh. That makes sense. Okay dude, next question. Why aren’t you all sad about Teekl being gone? You looked miserable this morning?”

“Well Tuck, Klarion said that he would visit and bring Teekl. So, I will still get to see her. I mean, yeah, I am sad that she left but knowing it’s not forever makes it hurt a lot less.”

“Okay now that all of that is cleared up, where did you and Klarion run off to?” Sam asked, giving Danny a pointed look.

The young halfa began to blush and stutter, trying to get his words to make a complete sentence. “Um. Well... You see… No not that… We ended up… Um.”

“Come on dude. Spit it out.”

“We ended up in the park eating tamales, we exchanged numbers and I don’t know if it was a date-date, or just a friend date.” Danny rushed out, face aflame with embarrassment.

“Aw nice. Ghost boy got game.” Tucker cheers, as he makes finger guns at his best friend.

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Heyyyyy love, I absolutely love everything you write. I have an itty bitty request!

Would you be able to write a cute fluffy fic with a plus sized female reader with tech with just a touch of spice to it?

You could also make it fun and do one for all the batch members?

Please and thank you if you can!! 🥰🥰

*fun fact - I made that tech edit many moons ago so I’m happy to see it still be used! 🥰🥹*

Embracing the Curves***

All Bad Batch Boys X F!Reader

warnings: Mild NSFW, suggestive themes, plus sized female reader, confident reader (we’re all beautiful plus size or not!), mentions of a busty reader in some parts. Tech and Hunters parts are with an established relationship, others are not.

Authors note: decided to do small one shots for each of them in this post, write more for Tech and Echo because… it’s them ♥️ hope that’s okay with you @clonehoe- sorry for the wait !!!

Masterlist

Tech

Tech was watching you work with great interest, proud of the progress you had made in learning all the tips and tricks necessary for ship repairs. As he observed you beneath the control panel, clad in a snug tank top and form-fitting black pants that accentuated your every curve, he couldn't help but feel his heart rate skyrocket.

"Has the light come on yet?" you asked, your voice slightly muffled by the spanner between your teeth as you glanced up at him for assistance. The ship was scorching hot and it didn’t help that you were settled on a planet that had two suns to add to the heat. The heat system has always been faulty and despite you telling Tech you wanted to focus on fixing that, he was set in you fixing the hyperdrive first.

"Not yet. Try rotating the wiring counterclockwise. That should do the trick," he replied, his voice strained as he watched you work under his guidance. "There it is..." he murmured, his gaze darting to the lights above the control panel as you worked to fix the hyperdrive. "Good girl," he added, his endearment causing a flurry of excitement in your stomach.

Despite the nickname making you momentarily lose your concentration and hit your head against the side of the panel, you managed to remain focused on the task at hand. "Is it working now?" you asked, seeking confirmation with a smile as you wiped sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand.

"Yes, I have to say, I'm very impressed with your skills," he said, helping you out from under the control panel until you plopped down in a nearby seat to catch your breath.

"Yeah?" you asked, seeking reassurance.

"Absolutely," he replied, though his eyes were preoccupied with the alluring contours of your physique. "Perfect," he added, struggling to meet your gaze.

You couldn't help but smirk as you watched Tech struggle to keep his composure under your teasing gaze. Folding your arms over your chest, you subtly pushed your bust up to enhance your assets, causing Tech to wipe the steam that had suddenly formed on his goggles.

"Anything in particular that you're impressed with?" you asked, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

"W-well, it's hard not to be entranced by you looking the way you do while working under my command," he stammered, sitting up straight and tucking away his data pad. "I've adored your appearance since the first day we met, and seeing you all - forgive me - sweaty and wearing tight clothes is quite a fever dream," he added, his words causing a blush to rise on his cheeks.

You stood up slowly and took a couple of steps towards Tech, tilting his chin up to meet your gaze. "That's very sweet of you to say, Tech," you replied, your voice dripping with false innocence and a hint of teasing. "I am feeling a little sweaty though. Perhaps a shower would cool me down," you hinted, hoping he would pick up on your not-so-subtle suggestion.

Tech stood up abruptly, his hands flying to your waist and his fingers digging into your fleshy skin. "Perhaps since you helped me repair my ship, I could help you get freshened up," he offered, his lips trailing down your neck and over your chest despite the sweat that covered your skin.

"Eager, are we?" you asked, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and suppressing a sweet sigh.

"Very much so," Tech groaned, holding you as close as possible. The two of you were rarely alone on the overcrowded ship, and with his brothers gone on a mission, Tech wasn't about to waste the opportunity to map out your whole body with his tongue.

Echo

"Trooper, what appears to be the issue?" Your entrance into the medbay had Echo stunned, his eyes locked onto your stunning, curvaceous figure and beautiful eyes.

He found himself gaping, struggling to find his words as he wished he had accepted help from the medical droid instead of being left in this state of awe.

"Trooper?"

Apologising for his silence, Echo managed to inform you of his injury to his femur that he sustained during a mission that had left him more grumpy than usual but your soft smile and calm presence helped to ease his nerves. Though, he was a little preoccupied on how your uniform was snug but not to the point it looked bad. It look really good.

He always took himself for a gentleman but as he gapes at you with hungry eyes, it was hard not to get enthralled by you.

You sat down next to him with a datapad, ready to take notes. "Can you tell me how this happened?" you asked with a soft smile.

Echo explained that he sustained the injury during a mission when heavy debris fell on him. You expressed sympathy and asked, "Are you in any pain, sweetie?" You were surprised by the endearment that slipped out of your mouth, although neither of you mentioned it. Then again, you did think he was much cuter than any other clone he had seen.

"Just a little, not as much as before," Echo replies steadily, hoping his blushing cheeks aren't too noticeable.

"I see. Have you been taking any medication for it?"

“No ma’am,”

You nod in understanding and stand to your feet again, placing your device to the side and slide on a pair of gloves. “Do I have permission to touch your leg to feel for any breaks?”

“Yes please.”

You both blink at one another and the quick realisation of what Echo just said sunk in fast but, you were blushing which was a good sign… wasn’t it?

“I mean, uh, do what you have to do ma’am.” He clears his throat, keeping his eyes diverted away from you but you could only smile at him in return and proceed to gently caress his thigh.

“Does it hurt here?” You ask, adding gentle pressure.

“No,” He says through gritted teeth, absolutely loving the touch of your hands on him - even if you were a stranger and even if it was simply your job.

“And here?” You ask again, applying pressure to a different area and as he winced in pain, your question was answered.

After a few more assessments, you highlighted that his femur isn’t fractured, only bruised and should heal naturally on its own. As you give the diagnosis, it went through one ear and out the other because again, his eyes being to wander and land on your hips as you turn away but caught him looking as you turn back to him.

You place your hands to your hips and smirk, “See something you like, Trooper?”

Echo’s eyes widened and he mumbled a thousand apologies at once, stumbling off the bed and thanking you for the help. You had a inkling that you may be seeing him again sometime. Well, you hoped so.

Hunter

Watching you work out was one of Hunter's favourite pastimes. The day was sweltering, and you naturally dressed in less clothing than usual for your workouts.

"Can I join you?" Hunter approaches you with a grin, sporting nothing but shorts that accentuated his tanned and toned body in the sunlight.

Finding yourself gaping in awe at his body too, you can only smirk back, slipping into a fighting stance and recalling every technique that Hunter had taught you. "How could I say no to you?" You ask and as you move, sweat drips from your body, enhancing your already alluring figure and heightening Hunter's senses.

"Good form," he compliments, stepping closer to you. His tone hints at his admiration for not only your workout performance but also your physique.

"Oh really?" You turn your head to glance at him, your eyes twinkling with amusement. "Why don't you demonstrate some other stances for me?"

Hunter relishes in the playful tone of your voice and steps up behind you, placing his hands tenderly on your hips, which he always yearns to touch. "Angle your body to the left and add a bounce to your knees," he instructs, guiding you through the movement. Though he knows you are capable of executing the exercise on your own, he can't resist the opportunity to have his hands on you.

You follow his directions but find yourself a little distracted by his touch. Even with his heightened senses, it feels as though Hunter is transferring his energy to you as his fingers caress the curves of your hips, trailing down to your thighs and back up to your arse, sending shivers down your spine. “Hunter…” you find yourself moaning his name, earning a low chuckle.

“Don’t get distracted by me,” he breathes down the nape of your neck but with his bare torso against your back and his hands roaming your body, it was so hard not to.

Wrecker

Wrecker had always admired your body, but it was your thighs that truly captivated him. At first, he was drawn in by your beauty, and it took some time for him to realize the full extent of his fascination. It wasn't until he saw you wearing shorts to bed one night that he truly understood the power of your curvy legs.

Now, as you lay on your cot reading a holobook, legs propped up in the air, Wrecker found himself once again unable to tear his gaze away from your thighs. He was so engrossed in his own thoughts that he didn't notice you watching him until you decide to speak up.

"May I make you an offer, Wrecker?" You asked, and he nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of your voice. He cleared his throat and tried to act casual as he responded.

"Sure, what is it?"

"If you promise to stop staring at my legs all the time, I'll let you come over and give them a massage," you smirk, lowering your holobook to look him in the eye. Wrecker felt his face flush with embarrassment. Had it been so obvious that he couldn't take his eyes off you?

He started to stammer out an apology, but you cut him off with a wave of her hand and a soft smile.

"I don't mind," you say, sitting up until you’re sitting on your legs and teasingly entice him over by beckoning him with your finger. “I like to think they’re my best assets,” you comment, patting your legs that made them subtly jiggle which almost made him drop his helmet he was cleaning.

“Well, they are pretty.” He stands and comes closer until he sits on the edge of your bed watching you shift from your current position to you sat with them laid out. “Did ya mean your offer?” He asks, fingers twitching to reach out and touch your skin.

“I did,” you smirk, “go ahead.”

His hands come down to your thighs, large and rough yet gentle as he caresses your skin. He watches you for your reaction and as you tilt your head back and sigh in satisfaction, he knew he made the right choice in accepting your offer.

Crosshair

Crosshair watched as you struggled to hit the bottles he had set up as targets. He shook his head in disapproval and clicked his tongue, his new found admiration for you mingling with his frustration at your poor performance. But, he couldn’t help but also admire the view of you.

"You're doing it all wrong," he chided from the sidelines. To which, you let out a heavy sigh and nearly threw the rifle to the ground in frustration.

"I'm standing exactly where you told me to," you huffed, earning an eye roll from Crosshair. He approaches you, a small smirk on his lips as he positioned himself behind you.

"No, you're not," he teased, but he softened his tone as he sensed your frustration growing. "Stand here," he instructed, pointing to a spot next to him.

Reluctantly, you obeyed, standing close to him as he instructed you to raise the rifle and relax your shoulders. Crosshair watched you with his sharp eyes, feeling a sense of power as he towered over you.

"Okay, now what?" You asked, breath steady as you glanced back at him. You couldn't help but feel weak in the knees whenever he looked at you like that. He always had a hold over you, and him being so close to you now didn't help.

"Don't look at me, look at the target," he commanded. His voice, which usually dripped with venom, was surprisingly soft and alluring.

Turning away, you let out a small and surprised gasp as his hands come to your waist but to your surprise, he let out a small gasp himself.

“Wow princess,” he cooed, his fingers melting against the curve of your body, “I always knew you had a beautiful body but to touch it… stunning.” He breathes down your neck.

Your eyes widened at his words but you succumbed quickly to his touch, your back pressed against his chest as his hands begin to roam your body. “Y-you like my body?” You question with a hint of insecurity but your question is answered as he finally places his lips to your neck.

“I love,” he sighs, caressing your body from over your clothes, “every inch.”

You end up dropping his weapon eventually, it clanging to the floor with a thud and as you go to apologise, he spins you to face him, close and dominant. “Screw it,” he grunts, devouring your lips with his own.

That was enough teaching for one day…

Masterlist

My Kofi

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[dujour13]

Owlcatober 19. Duty

featuring the teen Free Crusade orphans, Clenna and Daberoche

Unsubtle hints at a massive spoiler for the azata path

Also on AO3

“Magical Elysian flowers don’t need fertilizer, potatohead.”

Clenna went around to the next stall and hefted a shovelful of steaming manure into the wheelbarrow that her small companion, Daberoche, was trying to work up the leverage to push behind her.

“All flowers need fertilizer,” he grunted. “How can they grow if they don’t have stuff to eat?”

“Flowers don’t eat poop. That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.” Rustic in her brown smock and the oversized boots Thall had given her, she blew a loose strand of mousy hair from her face and leaned the shovel on the shed wall so she could pat the speckled pony inside. It blinked its long lashes at her over its shoulder.

Daberoche gave up with the wheelbarrow and came over so he could run his palm along the pony’s barrel-shaped tummy. “Yeah, well, what we used to eat wasn’t much better, and look at us.”

Clenna gasped. “Remember the donkey turds?”

“Ugh,” the halfling boy moaned, doubling over dramatically. “Remember how Mother Narita called them ‘bean croquettes’ like they were some kinda fancy food?”

“She was the one full of beans.”

Daberoche made a rude noise and they both laughed so loud it disturbed the pony. “Do you miss her sometimes?” he asked suddenly.

His teen companion grabbed the shovel and marched to the next stall. “Nope.”

He tried backing against the wheelbarrow, lifting the handles over his head and pushing it with his rump. “She was nice sometimes.”

“Do not tell me you’re homesick for the orphanage.”

“That’s not what I said!”

“Sh, look who’s coming.”

Daberoche made another rude noise, just between the two of them, and Clenna snorted with muffled laughter.

“Early Sunset!” Her smile was genuine even though the azata wasn’t her favorite person in the Court of the Lark. Strange that a real azata from Elysium wasn’t even as much fun as a stuffy old noble like Daeran Arendae.

“Hello, children.”

They waved but kept working, aware by now that Early Sunset probably wouldn’t suggest they slack off and do something fun. In fact he cast a bit of a sobering pall over everything, like a hall monitor.

“Working hard for the Crusade, I see. Pushing demons back to the Abyss one shovelful at a time. Such drudgery must be a disappointment.”

“Better than mopping the kitchens at the orphanage any day.”

“We all pitch in and do our part!” said Daberoche stoutly.

“Still a far cry from the glorious dreams that brought you runaways all the way to Drezen, I imagine.”

“We’ll get our chance. I’m training with the Valhaflings!” Daberoche punched the air.

“Aranka’s teaching me to sing and play the lute. Although... I’d rather learn guitar.” Clenna’s face went scarlet and she hunched into her shoulders as if she’d revealed the most embarrassing secret in the world.

“I’m sure you would,” said Early Sunset evenly. “Then what are you doing here instead of training for the Crusade? It seems to me the Cavalry Sculptors are taking advantage of you. Getting you to do their dirty work while they get all the accolades.”

“They need to rest between adventures out in the Worldwound,” Daberoche informed him. “Swooping in to rescue the Knight-Commander in the nick of time.”

“So if I understand correctly,” Early Sunset mused, “the Valhalflings and the Cavalry Sculptors simply decide to charge in, not when the Knight-Commander orders them to, but whenever the fancy strikes them, unexpectedly turning up to save the day. Doesn’t that worry you? What would happen if one day they decided not to venture out, and the Knight-Commander found himself in mortal danger and no unexpected rescue on the horizon? I can only imagine: falling to his knees, knowing his luck has failed him, dying alone on the battlefield... What a terrible shame.

“I do hope you’re not considering flying to his rescue yourselves. You are valiant-hearted, and I have no doubt he would be deeply grateful for such an act of heroism, but it would be against the rules. And I’m sure the two of you are far too respectful and obedient to do something so rash.”

The teenagers glanced at each other.

Daberoche frowned. “Why don’t you go save him if you’re so worried?”

“I am not the martial sort of azata. I prefer more civilized methods of doing battle.”

They glanced at each other again.

“Whatever,” said Clenna, rolling her eyes.

“You’re weird,” said Daberoche.

“Aren’t azata always ‘weird’?”

As soon as Early Sunset was out of earshot Clenna snorted. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

Daberoche made a rude noise.

They nodded in unison.

"Mother Narita only not nice," said Daberoche.

Clenna did her best scandalized old priestess voice. 'Children. Be civilized!'"

Giggling they braced the wheelbarrow against a pair of rocks, and Clenna helped Daberoche tip it up, and then with the edge of her shovel pushed the load of pony manure over the edge of the floating island and away into the Worldwound.

[lindsey-laufeyson]

Distractions- Chapter 6

Distractions Masterlist

Pairing: Reader x FWB!Tom Hiddleston

Series Warnings: SMUT, fluff, angst, friends with benefits

When you got up the next morning practically your whole body was sore. Tom was sleeping soundly, so you did your best to muffle your groans as you got ready for work. Every little movement you made hurt. You could tell it was going to be a long day.

At work, you attempted to hide how sore you were, but it didn’t take long for Kaitlyn to notice, at which point you told her you’d gone to the gym for the first time in ages. 

Once Tom arrived, he also clearly noticed you were in pain, but didn’t say anything about it until he texted you shortly after leaving your trailer. 

...

“Hello, darling,” Tom greeted you that evening at his house, pulling you in for a hug. You wrapped your arms around his waist and groaned against his chest, causing him to chuckle.

“It’s not funny,” you grumbled into his sweater.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, despite the hint of amusement still in his voice. He gently rubbed your back. “Though, I do hope you aren’t regretting our fun last night.”

You pulled back to look up at him. “How about I let you know after that bath you promised.”

“Fair enough,” he replied, chuckling again. He took your hand in his. “Come on then,” and he led you to his ensuite. 

It felt a bit odd, being at Tom’s without the intention of sex, but he insisted, and given how exhausted and sore you were, you weren’t going to say no to a hot man offering a hot bath. 

You entered the bathroom to find a steaming hot bubble bath prepared in the large clawfoot tub with several candles creating a soft glow in the room. This man is definitely hoping to get laid tonight, you thought, smiling and shaking your head. Tom didn’t notice, as he was adding more epsom salts to the water. Then he turned back to you.

“I hope the water is a good temp for you,” he said, placing his hands on your arms and softly rubbing his thumbs back and forth. “There is a towel next to the tub and a robe hanging on the back of the door. Take as long as you like, and let me know if you need anything else, okay?” You couldn’t help the puzzled look that crossed your face. “What?” he asked.

“You aren’t going to stay?” you asked, surprised.

“I thought maybe you’d like some peace and quiet to just relax, but I can stay if you like.”

You shrugged and smiled. “I wouldn’t mind the company.”

“Then I’d be happy to stay,” he responded sweetly, before grabbing a small stool from the corner of the room and pulling it up next to the tub to sit. As he did this, you began to undress. After taking off your shirt, you began to feel his eyes on you, despite the fact that you were facing the other way. You turned around as you removed your bra, and sure enough, you caught Tom’s gaze before he quickly looked down at the floor, unable to hide a slight smirk. 

“You’re allowed to look, you know,” you told him, giggling a little. “It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before.”

He looked back up at you and smirked, his eyes wandering to your bare breasts. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t turning you on: him sitting there, watching you strip. The moment was quickly ruined however, when you couldn’t help but groan in pain as you bent over to remove your leggings, putting a strain on your aching legs, hips, and back. 

Tom’s smile faded. “Let me help you with that, sweetheart.” He rushed over to you and knelt in front of you, pulling your leggings and panties down so you could easily step out of them. Then he stood up, took you by the hand, and helped you into the tub. 

You thanked him before slowly sinking down into the tub. You couldn’t help but moan as your body was engulfed in the hot, soothing water. “Ooooh god, yes.” Once you sat down, you stretched your legs out in front of you and leaned back, resting your head on the bath pillow behind you and closing your eyes. 

Tom snickered as he sat back down on the stool, leaning an elbow on the edge of the tub. “I take it the bath is satisfactory then.” 

With your eyes still closed, you responded with a hum of contentment. 

“Are you sure you don’t want me to leave you alone?” he asked with a chuckle.

You lazily shook your head. “Mm-mm.” You heard Tom chuckle again, as well as the stool dragging across the tile until the sound stopped just behind you. Then you felt his large hands slip behind your neck, beginning to massage the sore muscles there. “Fuuuuck, that feels good.” 

“If you keep moaning like that, we’re going to have a problem,” Tom teased you.

You giggled as you briefly peaked up at him with one eye opened. “Sorry!”

“Are you though?” he asked skeptically.

“Mostly,” you replied honestly, making him laugh.

After Tom skillfully massaged your neck and shoulders, ushering a few more accidental moans from you in the process, you slowly opened your eyes to look hazily up at him. “Has anyone told you that your fingers are magic?”

“I believe you have once before, but it was for a different reason,” he joked.

“Ha. Ha,” you responded sarcastically, lifting your head as you watched him return to his previous spot next to the tub. “But seriously, would you be willing to do my legs too? Pretty please?” You exaggeratedly batted your eyelashes for the last bit.

“I would be more than willing to, but it would require either you to get out of the bath or me to get in with you.”

“The more the merrier,” you said, gesturing to the water in front of you and flashing him a smile.

He feigned a sigh, as if you’d just assigned him a chore, then stood up and began taking off his clothes. You watched him just as he had watched you, and when he removed his boxer briefs, his dick bounced straight up. You tried and failed to bite back a smirk. 

“Well, what do you expect when I have a naked woman moaning in my bathtub?” he said as he climbed into the tub. He settled in so that the two of you were facing one another and sitting between each other’s feet, your legs over his. If you had moved closer, you’d be straddling him, but you knew your body wouldn’t allow it today. 

Once he was comfortable, he took your foot in his hands and started kneading his thumbs into the sole. You sighed heavily as you sank further into the water. “So, have you had many naked women moaning in your bathtub?” you teased.

He looked up from what he was doing, while his hands continued their work on the ball of your foot. “You would be the first,” he told you.

You raised your eyebrows out of genuine surprise. “Really?”

“I’m not sure why you’re so shocked,” he said with an amused smile.

You looked at him skeptically. “How am I, out of all people, the first woman to be in your bath?”

“Because you needed it,” he answered as if it was a silly question. “You were in pain, darling.” 

“You mean it’s not a ploy for sex?” you asked, quirking an eyebrow and narrowing your gaze.

“Why on earth would it be? You’re in no shape for sex tonight; you said it yourself. I’m only trying to take care of you.”

You thought about what he said for a moment, as you watched him finish massaging one foot and moving on to the other. Then your expression turned quizzical, tilting your head and furrowing your brow. “Was it difficult?”

“Was what difficult?” he asked, confused.

“Escaping from whatever romance novel you came from?”

He laughed as he looked up at you. “Is that a pick up line, or an insult?” 

“It’s a genuine question!”

Pausing for a moment, his smile faded in realization. “You’re not accustomed to someone taking care of you just for the sake of it, are you?”

This caught you off guard. “I guess I just prefer to take care of myself most of the time.”

“Why is that?” he asked thoughtfully.

You shrugged. “Because I know what I need more than anyone else and that way I don’t owe anyone anything.”

He stopped massaging your foot and looked at you with pity in his eyes. “Oh, sweet girl,” he began in a soft, kind tone. “Please don’t tell me you believe that just because someone does something for you that you owe them something in return.”

You returned his sympathetic gaze with one of skepticism. “Tommy, I know you’re a romanticist, but that’s just how the real world works. Everything is a transaction, whether it’s intended or not.”

“No, darling, you’ve just been taken care of by the wrong sort of people,” he retorted. 

“Okay, you’re not wrong there,” you admitted, thinking back to your parents, as well as your past relationships. “Are you implying that you’re the right sort of person?”

He gave you a warm smile as he picked up your leg again and placed your heel on his shoulder so that he could begin massaging your calf muscles. “I’d like to think so, but you actually have to trust me and let go of this idea that I have some ulterior motive.”

“I’ll try my best.” You smiled back at him before leaning your head back on the bath pillow and enjoying the rest of your massage.

As Tom’s hands made their way up your legs, he inched closer to you in order to reach every inch of your thigh muscles. With one leg draped over his shoulder, the other resting by his hip, and his dexterous digits slowly making their way up your thigh, it was becoming increasingly difficult to try to ignore the erotic charge between your bodies. Doing your best to keep your eyes closed and your body relaxed, you silently wished your pussy wasn’t still aching from the night before. You couldn’t help but picture him slipping a finger inside of you, stroking you, teasing you, until you begged for more…

“Everything alright, darling?” Tom’s voice pulled you from your thoughts.

You lifted your head and looked at him, a dazed look on your face. “Hmm?” was all you managed in response.

“You’re suddenly breathing fairly hard for someone who is supposed to be relaxing.”

“Oh? I, um, didn’t realize,” you replied, flustered. “I think I’m just hot… from the bath, that is.”

He inhaled deeply, as if catching his own breath as well. “It is rather hot, isn’t it,” he agreed, gently taking your leg off his shoulder and backing up to the other end of the tub again. “Why don’t we get out and I’ll go get us some ice water and meet you down in the lounge.” He stood up and stepped out of the tub. Your eyes immediately snapped to his still very erect penis, but you pulled them away, not wanting to get any more aroused than you already were. Then he held out his hand to help you climb out as well. You smiled warmly at each other as you took his hand and stepped out. His smile quickly turned to a look of concern, however, when his gaze dropped to your hips. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked, looking down and turning around in an attempt to see what he was looking at.

“The bruises on your hips!” 

You leaned to one side and craned your neck to examine yourself. Sure enough, you could see a few very small bruises on either side of your hips. “Oh, I bruise so easily that half the time I don’t even know where they come from,” you told him nonchalantly.

“Unfortunately, I believe these one’s came from me,” he said, looking sincerely apologetic. 

You furrowed your brow in confusion. “What do you mean?”

He moved to stand behind you, gently placing his palms on your hips and then eversolightly placed each of his fingertips, one by one, on each little bruise, matching them up perfectly.

“Oh shit,” you breathed.

Tom removed his hand from your hips and moved to stand in front of you once more. “Y/n, I’m so sorry. I never meant to–” he began, but he was quickly cut off by your laughter.

“That is so fucking sexy,” you said through your giggles.

He looked at you, bewildered. “Are you joking?” 

“Of course not!” You looked down, admiring your bruises like little badges of honor. “It’s a nice little visual reminder of just how hard you fucked me last night.” Your eyes returned to him as your lips curled into a smirk. “It’s also as if you’ve marked your territory, which is incredibly hot.”

He laughed. “You make me sound like a dog! Would you like me to pee on you as well?”

“Ew! Don’t be gross,Thomas!” you scolded him through your giggles, giving him a light shove.

He put his hands up in defense. “I’m not one to kink shame.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “My point is, there’s no need to fuss over a few love bruises, alright?”

“If you say so,” he replied with a smile and a nod, placing his hands on your upper arms. “Now, I’m going to get us those waters while you get dressed.” 

“I’ll be right down,” you assured him. 

He blew out the candles and left, leaving you to dry yourself off and grab your clothes before making your way into his bedroom. After putting your clothes in your bag, you considered wearing the bathrobe he had hung on the bathroom door, but, feeling a bit cheeky, you decided you’d be much more comfortable in his clothes. After briefly perusing his wardrobe, you decided to slip on his black pullover hoodie and a pair of his boxers, before heading to the lounge. 

Once there, you found Tom on the sofa in a white t-shirt and gray sweatpants, searching for something to watch. His long legs were bent at the knee and spread wide, a position that drove you wild, and unfortunately, one he seemed to absentmindedly favor. As you stepped down to the sunken lounge and sauntered toward the sofa, you noticed his gaze climb up your bare legs and pause at the large hoodie, before meeting your eyes with a look of playful disapproval. 

“You know, for a woman who finds it so cliché, you are quite the clothing thief,” he teased you. 

“I am not a thief!” you defended as you flopped down next to him, tucking your legs underneath you.

He raised an eyebrow skeptically. “Tell that to my favorite jumper that I haven’t seen in two weeks.”

“It’s washed and folded on top of my dresser as we speak… I just keep forgetting to give it back to you,” you added timidly.

“Mmhmm.” He smiled and shook his head.

“And I promise I’ll give these back before I leave.”

His brows raised in confusion. “Are you wearing something else of mine underneath there?”

“Just a pair of boxers,” you replied coyly, looking down and then back up through your lashes. “Is that okay?” 

There was a flash of excitement in his eyes. He swallowed hard. “More than okay, darling,” he told you sweetly, clearing his throat and quickly turning his attention to the television. A smirk played at the corner of your mouth. Even though you chose to wear his boxers purely for the sake of comfort, you couldn’t help but enjoy the resulting reaction from him, and the fact that he was trying to be good and hide it was surprisingly sexy. You made a note to use this new found turn-on of his to your advantage at a later date. For now however, you were content to simply sink further into the fine leather cushions beneath you and relax your exhausted body.

After some debate, the two of you settled on watching The Jungle Book, a comfort film for you as well as one of Tom’s all-time childhood favorites. As soon as the title credits appeared, you were flooded with a warm wave of nostalgia, causing the rest of your tension to melt away, your body subconsciously leaning closer to Tom’s. 

Scene after scene, each of you would occasionally speak the lines just as the characters said them, Tom perfectly imitating their respective voices with ease, and when the first notes of “The Bare Necessities” played on the screen, you both sang along with unmatched enthusiasm, bursting into a shared fit of laughter at the end of the song. Three quarters of the way into the movie however, your eyelids began to feel heavy, the exhaustion from your long day catching up to you. Despite your best efforts to fight it, eventually your temple took its perch on Tom’s shoulder, your eyes falling shut and the sound of the film fading as sleep overtook you.

…

By the time you opened your eyes again, the television screen was dark and you realized you were no longer sitting up. With a throw blanket now covering your legs, you and Tom were lying on the couch together, your head on his chest with your arm around his waist, his hand resting gently on your shoulder. You realized how exhausted you must have been having not recalled this change in position whatsoever. Tilting your chin, you looked up at Tom, looking peaceful as ever, the hand that wasn’t on you was resting above his head on the arm of the sofa, accentuating his bicep which stretched the short sleeve of his t-shirt. His long eyelashes fluttered slightly above his sharp cheekbones while he snored softly, making you wonder if he was dreaming. You smiled to yourself. He was pretty fucking adorable for a fuck-buddy, though you would never admit that to him.

Yawning, you realized you had no idea what time it was. Carefully you dug your phone out of the front pocket of the hoodie you were wearing to look at the time. It was just past midnight. Reluctantly, you sat up and carefully climbed over Tom to get up from the sofa. You thought you might have woken him when you heard him inhale deeply, but he merely shifted to lay on his side, letting out a long exhale once he was comfortable. Thankful that you didn’t wake him, you quietly padded to his bedroom where you changed back into your own clothes and laid his sweatshirt and boxers on his bed. With your bag in hand, you returned to the lounge and knelt next to the sectional on which he was still sleeping. 

“Hey,” you whispered, gently placing your hand on his cheek and rubbing your thumb back and forth. Without opening his eyes, he gave an almost inaudible hum. “I’m gonna head home.” 

His eyes fluttered open, looking dazed before he rubbed one of them with the heel of his hand. “What time is it?” he asked in a gruff voice. 

“It’s after midnight,” you answered, still whispering. “You should go to bed, Tommy boy.”

He yawned before looking at you with his brows knitted together in concern. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay?” 

You slid your hand from his cheek down to his chest and shook your head. “I think we could both use some sleep in our own respective beds, but thank you for taking care of me tonight. It was very sweet.”

“Of course, darling,” he slurred as his large hand encased your own and his eyes fell shut once again, immediately falling back to sleep. You stifled a giggle and carefully slid your hand out from under his, pulled the blanket up to his shoulders, and quietly left.

Taglist: @the-princess-of-loki @chronicallybubbly @kikster606 @princess-ofthe-pages

[calmasyoghurt]

The joker out pride project

Tihihi I love Jure X Mark. Also on ao3.

June 17th, prompt 8. First relationship.

After Jure’s first meeting with Jan, Kris, and Bojan, over a year passes until the band decides that their drummer needed to be replaced. When meeting up with Bojan in a park, the singer says that the previous drummer, Matic, didn’t have the same musical vision as the rest of the band. Jure can think whatever he wants about that, but he doesn’t question it. 

It’s really nice joining the band. Their first album is completely done, so there’s a lot to learn. The guys are all really nice too, and even though they don’t know a lot about drums, they try to help Jure get the sounds right. The recordings of the songs are played over and over, and by the time he can play them of by heart, Jure has heard ‘play a boom boom tss’ and ‘no, it’s the big drum there’ a million times each. 

It so happens to be that not too long after Jure joins the band, a music video shoot for one of the new songs has been scheduled. It’s Jure’s first music video, and he’s a little nervous. Not that his scenes need any real acting, he’ll mostly be standing on a rocky beach or float around in the water for most of it. But it is his first acting role nonetheless.

But it turns out to be fun. The scenes he’s in are quite quick to get done, and in between takes Jure gets to talk film with their producer. Standing behind a camera had been a dream of Jure’s, so getting to talk to someone who does it for work is great. The producer introduces himself as Mark, and when he understands that Jure knows his fair share about cameras, he starts info-dumping about his dream equipment. It’s really fun to listen to, Jure would love to hear more. Their conversation is however cut short, the shoot needs to get finished. 

A few days later, Jure receives a direct message on instagram. It reads “I’m editing the mv, want to help out?”. It’s from Mark, and Jure replies right away, says that he wants to help. A new message appears with an address, and Jure is on his way. With that, some kind of friendship starts to form. Except Jure can’t really call it a friendship, because there’s definitely something more, something stronger between him and Mark.

It hits him one day, out of no where, when they’re out for a walk. It happens quickly, Mark takes Jure’s hand in his own and gives it a little squeeze, then let’s go of it again. It takes Jure by surprise at first, but when he looks back over the past few weeks, he understands. Mark has been flirting with him all this time, and unconsciously, he’s flirted back. It’s a rather strange feeling, a new one, but he doesn’t hate it. In fact he likes it a lot. But he has to tell Mark something very important. Something that hopefully won’t ruin what they have. 

“Just so you know, I’m asexual. I don’t really enjoy or do the whole sex thing”. It’s easier to say it now then it was a year ago, but he’s still a bit proud of himself every time he does it. 

“Hmm. Okay. I think I can work with that” Mark says, but Jure doesn’t quite understand what he means. He shoots him a questioning look, Mark takes the hint and continues. 

“If someone sets a boundary in a relationship, then the other should accept and live with that. If you don't want to have sex, than I shouldn’t force you to have sex. We can still date each other, if you'd like. And if I need to let out some steam, then it's a good thing they invented masturbation”.

Jure is stunned. Never in his entire adult life has he met someone who is willing to give up sex to be with him. So he tells Mark exactly that, and then he tells him that he'd like to give dating each other a try. 

Jan is the first to notice. After Mark has showed the band the finished music video, Jan asks Jure to come with him for a smoke. Jure has had time to learn that this is Jan’s way of asking to talk to someone alone, so even if he doesn’t want to smoke at the moment, he follows the guitarist. 

“So. Looks like I’m the only single one in the band” Jan says after a moment of silence. That’s another thing Jan does, he’ll notice the smallest of details no matter how subtle you’re trying to be. 

“I guess. It’s official then, that Kris and Bojan are dating?”. The two of them never said anything about being together, but it’s so obvious they have feelings for each other that even a snail would notice. Jan looks like he’s collecting his thoughts before answering Jure’s question. 

“Well. They don’t want it to come out, so they haven’t said anything about it. But like, Kris is my best friend, Martin is Bojan’s best friend. It wouldn’t be fair if you were the only band member who didn’t know the full story. But you have to promise not to spread it”. Jure promises he won’t, and Jan continues. “Basically, they had crushes on each for at least two years, or more like four years in Bojan’s case. Then in 2018 they finally did something about it. At first they were just fooling around, but then decided to actually start dating. They didn’t really talk to anyone about it then either, not even with each other. It led to a few to many misunderstandings, so they went on a break in 2019. It effected the band as well, since they could barley be in the same room. It took a few months, but eventually they talked it out and got back together. I need you to communicate with Mark, we can’t lose either of you. If you need to end it, end it on good terms, okay?”. 

Jure gets it, he really does. The band has already lost a member. They can’t afford to lose another one, wether it’s one of the actual band members or someone in the crew. Jure will not let this setup change. 

[narrators-journal]

Katsubao rough kinky sex 🫣🫣🫣🫣😳

This one poured out of me so easily, man. Or...at least, it did come to me a lot easier than the ask I posted just before this one. Maybe that’s because I didn’t bother with a full, drawn out set up for this one, I just jumped right into the spice with just a HINT of a set up, lol. Does that make this particularly rough? Eh, kinda? It’s at least kinky! I had a bit of fun playing with some fresher kinks that I don’t tend to dabble into.

Granted, I did have to rework this once or twice, change some of the kinks I went with, and clean it up a good amount. But! I hope you enjoy regardless, and that it fits ur prompt well enough!

CW: Edging, knifeplay, cigarette burns, slapping, so. Masochism is a given, lol. Bondage and blindfolds too.

Katsuya Suou was basically Baofu’s personal nemesis.

Law-abiding to the ‘nth degree, always ready to scold for the smallest mistake, worry-prone, and all around a stiff mother hen of a man. So, it was no mystery why the ebony haired intel broker never really got along with him on their journey to save the world.

However, when their journey had ended, and Katsuya returned to his work as a normal cop and they were no longer basically glued together 24/7, the Taiwanese man could start to see the good parts of the brunette. Like how, while yes, Katsuya Suou was a frantic mother hen in a tan man’s body, he was also as a loyal dog. He’d risked his life to try and help his baby brother, and he had shown Baofu a great amount of compassion despite the man’s bluff to shoot him in his darkest hour. So, he was a very caring person, now that Baofu could step back and see it.

So, when Katsuya had invited him over to his house after he’d gotten off of work, Baofu humored him and decided to visit. Only to discover a whole new side to his nemesis that the ravenette would’ve never guessed.

And, fuck were the smooth, but firm, grip of the pair of belts that held Baofu’s captives hostage against the arms of the chair probably the worst part of that reveal.

He wanted to grab Katsuya and fucking maul him for the humiliation he’d lured him into. He wanted to hold the brunette bastard down and vengefully fuck him until he cried. But, Katsuya’s leather belts were strong, and the chair the ebony-haired man sat in was sturdy. So, there was no real way for him to escape.

Well, in a realisticsense, the Aerokenetic man couldget free if he truly wanted to. After all, he had a persona that he could sick on the cop for the way he pulled Baofu’s hair and slapped him while he was unable to strike him back. But, the ravenette didn’t need to look too deep into himself to know that he enjoyed the sleep mask that kept him blind and heightened the pleasurable ache of the cigarette burns that had been left on his skin.

Baofu’s own horniness was to blame for that, though. Because there was no other way for him to explain why he’d let Katsuya tie him down to torment as a way to ‘let off steam.’ But regardless of what had led him to be at the suddenly sadistic mercy of the goody-two-shoes, the storm in his chest a toxic siren’s call. One that kept his boxers strained and tightened by his neglected erection and his blood alive with need and pained joy.

Perhaps that was also because the detective was annoyingly pretty. With a strong build that was softened by his sweet tooth, dark brown hair that he kept infuriatingly neat, and equally bark-colored eyes that always seemed to glare at the ravenette. So, perhaps it excited the man a bit to finally be in a situation where the detective would, assumedly, look at him with even a shred more warmth than he usually did. But, of course, there was also the simple fact that Baofu got a hard-on from the sting of each slap he received, or yank of his long, inky hair.

As much as it drove Baofu wild to not be able to feel Katsuya’s body beyond the occasional brush against his arm when the brunette would circle too closely to his chair, it also made thunder rumble in his heaving, cut up chest. Each painful drag of the knife over his torso or upper arm the equivilent of a stray bolt of pleasurable lightning through his blood. And the anticipation of each tentative touch of the detective’s calloused hand, side, or mouth was a bug zapper’s glow to a moth.

It was awful, it was unbearable, it was cruel. But the simple suggestion that, at the end of this game, Baofu would finally get to fuck Katsuya into a mess of needy pleas and tears, or at least taste something more than the tentative kisses he’d reward him with for not collapsing his lungs in spite? It was enough to keep Baofu obediently blindfolded in his chair.

[cloudydays69]

what is Detroit Become Human?

I've only ever heard the name and seen you fawning over one of the characters but that's as far as my knowledge goes

GASP.

YOU WANNA KNOW ABOUT IT??? AAAAAAAAAAA OK. Beware that I'm going to ramble like an absolute madman.

SO, Detroit: Become Human is a single player, cinematic action adventure game developed and published by Quantic Dream. It was released on May 25th, 2018 as a PlayStation exclusive. (Tho! It was later brought to Steam on June 18th, 2020.) It is a choice heavy game, so whatever choices and decisions you make in the game affects the story and characters around you!!

The story takes place in the city of Detroit, set in the near future of 2038. A company called CyberLife has developed and manufactured the usage of Androids, designed and created to live along with humans as their "assistants"; When in all actuality, they're treated as their servants and or slaves, something lesser than the humans.

There are many different models and functionalities for the androids!! Some are specifically designed to work as household assistants, detectives, store managers, botanists, construction workers; You name it. (Hehe the ones highlighted in bold is a hint for later LMAO)

Uh anyways!!

Everything seems to be normal until some androids start behaving "differently" than what they were programmed to do and think. The androids are starting to gain sentience. They were becoming more self aware of their abuse and mistreatment in society.. It's as if they were "alive" in a sense. Everything starts to spiral out of control from there if you couldn't already tell. With more and more cases of Androids going "deviant" all across cities in the US, this leads us to....

THE PROTAGONISTS!! :3

NOW!! In the game you get to control and play as the three main protagonists, Connor, Kara and lastly, Markus. (who in my opinion is actually SUPER VITAL to the story itself but ANYWAYS.) and yep, they're all androids; this allows you to really see things from their own perspectives! Each individual protagonist has their very own unique storylines that you get to immerse yourself throughout the game; with each of them having their own respective motives, personalities and abilities!!

First, there's Connor (Model RK800). He is a highly advanced detective prototype sent by CyberLife to help and assist law enforcement. He investigates the many cases and incidents revolving around Deviant Androids. (He's the one everyone gushes over... That's me. I'M everyone.)

Secondly, there's Kara (Model AX400). She is one of the many androids designed to function as household assistants. She unfortunately is forced to serve an abusive, alcoholic, drug addicted father called "Todd Williams" with his little daughter "Alice." Seeing how cruelly Todd treats his own daughter on a daily basis, Kara decides that enough is enough and goes "deviant", This eventually leads to her wanting to protect Alice at all costs as they try to find a way to escape from the home together.

Finally, there's Markus (Model RK200). He was an android gifted to the famous painter in the ingame universe called Carl Manfred. He was designed to function as another household assistant and an overall companion to Carl. One day, an incident happens that spirals out of his control. This event makes Markus finally realize just how badly androids like himself have been treated and goes on a journey to rebel and strive for the freedom of his people. (Trying to keep that as vague as possible LMAO)

Uh I think that's everything I need to say!! If you have any more questions PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ASK ME!!! I'm dying for more people to know about this game.

Also fun fact uhhh Connor is mostly well known for a meme back then where he slams a desk and says "TWENTY EIGHT. STAB WOUNDS." LMAO

[beantothemax]

modern ot2 au and what type of game i think they'd play

thronè - world-building games (sims, stardew valley, animal crossing)

osvald - he wouldn’t really play video games, but i think he’d be the mediator in monopoly/uno

temenos - the nancy drew games or games like june’s journey

agnea - rhythm games (friday night funkin, parappa the rapper, project sekai)

partitio - bullet hells (undertale, cuphead, just shapes and beats)

castti - not really a video game person, sometimes plays horror games though

hikari - also plays horror games (mainly plays bizarre indie horror games he found in the depths of steam)

ochette - probably roblox flicker/mimic (she's like twelve give her a break)

thinking about this SO hard…

I’m imagining throné playing animal crossing and getting a snake villager, and proceeding to spend multiple days figuring out how to make them move away.

osvald almost always plays the banker during monopoly, but when the others make him play, he HAS to be the top hat piece or else he won’t play.

ALSO ON MONOPOLY partitio is extremely good at bartering properties with others. he refuses to convince someone into a bad deal

temenos with his detective mystery games… yes. He probably plays ace attorney too. (no I’m not projecting my interests onto him what are you talking about) also if one of the others is struggling on a puzzle in a game, they don’t look up a walkthrough, they just ask temenos for help and he just. Knows the solution, immediatly. he won’t tell them it directly, obviously, but he gives good hints.

agnea is. VERY good at rhythm heaven. she’s P-Ranked every stage, and dosent understand how the others struggle with it

partitio refuses to do a genocide run. He first playthrough was a true pacifist playthrough and left his save file intact, and hasn’t touched it since

castti just. does NOT get scared at jumpscares. She’ll be playing Resident Evil or something at just sit there stone-faced as a zombie screams into the camera just before she lands 3 simultaneous headshots on it.

HIKARI WITH THE WEIRD INDIE HORROR GSMES!!!! YES!!!! hikari absolutely plays games like omori and yume nikki, and proceeds to watch multiple multi-hour long youtube essays about their stories, with rapt attention.

ochette browses random animal facts websites for fun, and runs to castti/osvald to show them any fun facts she finds, which they’re always happy to see.

[shymikka]

Hello, @sheyshen. I’m your Secret Santa! I hope that I didn't mess up Kara too much, and I hope you like this fun little vignette about how Arcann and Kara started to get comfortable around each other.

Title: Tactical Distraction

Summary:    Arcann has no idea why Commander Kara Hawke is asking for his help to get her boyfriend to relax. He certainly doesn't know why compacted snow projectiles are going to be involved. He does know that the hot chocolate is very tasty, though.

Words: 1474

Rating: G

Relationship: Kara Hawke/Thenon Shan (mentioned)

Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, Pre-Poly, Snowball Fight, SWTOR Secret Santa 2022, Arcann doesn't know how to be a person, not my OCs

Fic below the cut! Or on AO3.

"Senya, can I borrow your son for a minute?"

He is not surprised by her sudden appearance. How could he be? He spent so long obsessed with tracking her down so that he could pry Father's spirit out of her by any means necessary, of course he can feel her approaching. It helps that she shines differently than anyone he's ever seen. Even here, in the Enclave, surrounded by Force users of so many different traditions, the Alliance Commander stands out.

"He isn't a prisoner," Mother says, and her voice is strangely neutral. "So I suppose he can do what he wants."

"Great! Hey, Arcann, can I borrow you for a minute?" Commander Hawke asks.

He blamed her for Father's assassination, locked her in carbonite for five years, and still she's willing to be kind to him. She could order him to do whatever it is she needs, but she asks instead. Of course she can borrow him, for however long she needs.

"Yes, Commander," he says, his voice still strange to him. He's spent years behind the mask, it's going to take time to get used to what he really sounds like. "Whatever you need."

"Oh, right, this isn't an Alliance thing," she says. "You don't have to call me commander, and you can say no. I know that meditation is helping, so if I'm getting in the way…"

"It's fine," he says, because even if it isn't, it needs to be, "...Kara."

If she notices how awkwardly he says her name, she chooses not to mention it. She does everything so differently from how he did. No one other than family had ever called him by just his name. He was Prince Arcann, and then Emperor. He's not sure if…Kara had ever even used his titles. It probably never occurred to her to.

"Great! Let's hit the food room first."

The fact that she calls the mess hall the 'food room' should make his skin crawl. Instead, when she says it, he finds it…not charming, he isn't the kind of man who finds things charming. Perhaps pleasant is a better word. She built an army to fight him, and then did everything in her power to make it into something else. The galaxy's largest, strangest family, perhaps. Or maybe not, his own family is all he has to compare it to, and he sincerely hopes that his family was not normal.

In the mess itself, she ignores the food and heads towards the beverages. He follows, because of course he does. Arcann tries to avoid going anywhere on Odessen alone. He has only been here for a month, and everyone at this base has good reason to hate him. He's not worried about someone trying to punish him, he's just awkward. He has no idea how to deal with any of this.

He watches as she pours two cups of some steaming, brownish beverage. It's not dark enough to be caf, but she smiles as she pours it. It must be some Republic drink that they've been doing without until recently.

"Here you go," she says, handing him one of the cups.

"May I ask what this is?" he says, because he's still not sure how to be a person.

"You can ask, and I'll even tell you," she says, smiling at him. "This is genuine hot chocolate. I figured that it'd go with the snow."

"I thought that chocolate was a solid," he says, eying the cup. People have teased him about his lack of knowledge about Core traditions and foods before .

"It usually is," she says, no hint of malice in her voice. "I don't actually know how this is made, but I do know that it's really good, and everyone should have some on the first snow day of the season."

Oddessen has enough axial tilt that it has defined seasons, which is common enough, even though it seems impractical. Zakuul is a proper planet, and therefore doesn't have seasons. He supposes that it makes sense to have rituals for the changing of the weather. Commander Hawke—no, Kara, she wants him to call her Kara—takes a drink and smiles.

He brings the cup to his lips and takes a sip. The liquid is creamy, sweet and rich, and just a little bit bitter. It reminds him of the sweets he and Thexan used to sneak into their room. His mouth feels strange, and he realizes that he's smiling.

"So, good?" Kara asks, and her own smile seems to brighten the room.

"Yes," he says. "Very good. Now that we have this, what can I do for you, Kara?"

Her name rolls off his tongue easily.

"Oh, so many things," she says, and he has no idea what that means.

Now that he's more stable, is she going to be deploying him? The Alliance is focusing on humanitarian aid now that the war is over. Perhaps he's going to be put to work repairing all of the damage he's done to the galaxy.

"Of course," he says. "When do I leave?"

"Huh?"

Or perhaps he's jumped to conclusions again.

"I assumed you were going to send me to assist with the aid projects," he explains.

"Is that something you want to do?"

Is it? Yes, of course he wants to do something to atone for everything he did, but is that why he jumped to that conclusion? Sana-Rae has been helping him be mindful of where his feelings come from, and it's been one of the hardest things he's ever done. His mind is, as the smugglers that Kara is so close to would say, a mess.

"I think it's something I would like to do," he says after considering it for a moment. "Though I doubt that there are many who would accept my help."

"I'm pretty sure you're underselling yourself there. Sure, it wouldn't do much to send you out as a goodwill ambassador," Kara says, "but I bet a lot of people would take your help. Once they got to know you, anyway."

"You give me too much credit," he says.

"People in my line of work only give out exactly as many credits as someone deserves, Arcann," she says.

They stand there for a moment, drinking their hot chocolate.

"What did you want from me?" he asks after the silence starts to stretch.

"Yeah, too easy," she says for some reason, but before he can ask, she continues, "What I really want is to know if that arm of yours handles the cold well."

"It does," he says. "I served in a number of colder climates…before."

"Great!" she cheers. "Theron has been working himself too hard, and I need your help to get him to relax. Did you know he's never been in a snowball fight before? We're gonna fix that."

"A what?"

"A snowball fight?" she says. "You take the snow, compact it a bit, and then throw it at each other."

"You want to help Theron stop working too hard by taking him out for tactical training?" he asks. It makes as much sense as anything else she does with the Alliance.

"It's not training, it's fun!"

"I see," he says, not understanding at all.

She must realize that he has no idea why throwing compacted snow projectiles would be considered fun, because she smiles and shakes her head.

"It's a play fight," she says. "We toss snow at each other, everyone has a laugh, and then we drink more hot chocolate. Thenon gets away from work for a while, you both get to have your first snowball fight, everyone wins!"

Even after everything, she's willing to take the time to explain things to him. Anyone else would have killed him, or thrown him in prison, but Kara Hawke has made him a part of something that was created to stop him.

"So it's sparring, but not," he says. "Are ambushes acceptable in snowball fights?"

"They are!" she says, grinning.

"And will we be allies?" he asks, because going in without knowing the rules of engagement never ends well. "Or is this to be a free for all?"

"I think I'd like to be allies," she says, still smiling at him.

"Then convince Theron to walk with you on the northeast trail. The second bend should be a perfect spot to spring the trap," he says. "Let him get ahead of you. I'll make a cache of snowballs for you behind the fallen tree, and place myself behind that big rock just down the path."

"And we catch him in a crossfire," she says.

"Yes," he says. "We do. And we rain down snowy death upon him."

"Oh, yeah," she says, and her smile is brighter than any sun he's ever seen. "And then we get more hot chocolate."

[thatyamiguy-blog]

A swat in time (Ben 10)

Some people learn a lesson and take the lesson to heart, while others only learn a lesson and see the chance to have fun with said lesson. Such was the case for one Gwen Tennyson who despite having a painfully clear lesson taught to her about messing with time travel by doctor paradox, had decided that she was going to do a little more time jumping. Only this time it wasn't going to be to save Kevin, since she had seen how that had turned out or to even really mess with the time line TOO much.. No, Gwen was going back to the past this time and going much further back then before for the sole purpose of taking Ben down a few notches (his ego at a all time high after stopping the high breed AND beating Super Vilgrax) and turn her cocky smart ass cousin into a mewing diaper boy who loved being spanked. Dr. Paradox of course was watching and aware of what was about to happen, and despite the fact he could of (and REALLY should of) stopped her, once again he sat back to watch the results due to his belief in non interference.. and thinking this was gonna be funny as fuck.

Nine year old Ben was fuming as he watched Gramps take off in the rust bucket with Ken and Gwen, mad because he had wanted to go but between his poor grades, his chronic bedwetting and the fact Gramps could only really have two grandkids at a time with him Ben would be stuck in Bellwood for the whole stinking summer while those three would be exploring Canada. Gramps HAD promised if Ben was good and kept his grades up next year he'd take Ben for sure around America, but it was a small comfort for the sulking boy as he went to his back yard to look for his soccer ball, intending to work off some steam kicking it at the fence. "Loose something?" a tall redhead teenager asked, her hair in a ponytail and wearing a pink top and blue jean skirt to Ben's white sleeveless top and green shorts. "Uhhh.. Should I be calling out stranger danger right now?" Ben asked, tilting his head to the side, trying to place the teen since she seemed SUPER familiar. "heh, Nah, you don't wanna do that Benny." she said dropping the ball and smirking. "We're family after all!" "I'mmmmm pretty sure I would remember having a cousin or aunt who looked as pretty as you." Ben said, then blushed and a hand went over his mouth. "heh, Awww, well aren't you just the sweetest little thing!" Gwen chuckled and came closer, bending down and pinching ben's blushing cheek, then adding "Let me give you a hint: Hey doofus!" "GWEN!?!" Ben asked, pulling back and rubbing his cheek, even as his eyes went wide as saucers. "But...you just left with Grampa Max and.. well.." Ben stammered, eyeing her figure. "Heh, and I wasn't THIS stacked?" She asked, winking to him. "I'm from the future, and I've come back to give you some MUCH needed training so you can be strong enough to save the world once again!" it was a stupid and cheesy lie, but to Ben's 9 year old brain it instantly clicked and he gave a silly grin and puffed out his chest. "Again? heh.. of course again! I bet I'm like, the BEST hero EVER in the future right?!" He asked. "of course, just the best.. well mostly.. but before I go on, we need to go somewhere private to talk and for your training. are your parents home?" Gwen asked. "Shouldn't you already kn- Oh right, you're gone at this point! Nah, they ran to get a kiddie pool and some wieners and burgers, they figure if i have a semi backyard party I won't be as grouchy." Ben said and shrugged. "ahhh I see. well I can use a spell to slow down time for us once we're up in your room." Gwen said and held out her hand for Ben to take. "Wait, you can do MAGIC?!?" Ben asked, going all sparkly eye. "Kool! what can I do in the future? Oh! I bet I can do magic too! all like a wizard and shoot fire ball an-" "Heh, I can do magic yes, and you, you can turn into different aliens and use their powers to fight the forces of evil" Gwen said, smirking at how hyper and naïve the little dork was. She ALMOST felt bad enough about what she was about to do to call it off as he lead the way inside, talking a mile a minute and asking questions then talking more before she could answer. Almost, but not enough.

Gwen wrinkled her nose, droning Ben out as they got to his room, having forgotten just HOW bad Ben's room used to be compare to the version she knew now. Sure her ben's room was far from being spotless, but at least her ben's room didn't stink like piss from a refusal to wear pull-ups to bed and his poor rubber sheets being put to the test. "Oh oh! do I have a cool code name? Gwen? Gweeeeen!" Ben called, tugging on her arm and snapping her out of it. "Oh right, sorry uh.. let's open up a window and get to your training." She said. "Huh? why?" Ben asked, tilting his head having gotten used to the stink in his room. 'At least the diapers won't smell as bad.' Gwen thought, walking across the floor and being carful to avoid a damp spot that she hoped was just a spilled soda as she opened a window. "Well it's just er.. a little stuffy in here. and you go by the name Ben 10.. since you started out with 10 aliens." "It is? huh.. and NEAT! what do my aliens do? is one of them like superman? or the flash? oh! what about the incredible hulk! BEN SMASH!" the little dork was gushing striking different poses. "Well kind of.. One of them is called four arms and VERY strong and durable, he's your go to for awhile.. And then there's Xcler 8, who's very fast.. Oh and a fish one you called riptide." Gwen chuckled, coming back and eyeing first ben's bed.. then a desk chair for a desk he was suppose to use for homework but was instead littered with half eaten snacks, action figures and a skid marked stained pair of briefs. 'good god.. I'm totally adding better cleaning habits to his training.' she thought with a wrinkled nose, sitting down in the chair and tuning in as ben finished up whining about how lame a water hero alien had to be. "I mean, it's basically aquaman right?" he said, wrinkling his nose too then smirking. "See you agree!" "Right.. First up in your training, I'm gonna need you to slide your pants and undies down and get over my lap." Gwen said with a kind smile but her eyes gleamed with delight. "..uh What?" Ben asked, stopping cold and a bright blush on his face. "W-why do you need me to do THAT?!" "Because, your aliens improve on certain traits if you've got them.." Gwen lied, the only thing ben could add was fighting skills and the like. "Soo I'm gonna increase your tolerance for pain so that your aliens will be even MORE durable...and I figured you'd rather get a spanking then have me beat you up over and over right?" She asked with a wink. "I.. Guess that makes sense.. uh.. can we.. start slow and work our way up? like hands then a paddle?" Ben asked, still blushing but starting to unhook his belt and tug his pants down.. and showing that the little doofus was getting a semi chubby. '...this is gonna be easier then I thought!' Gwen thought with a smirk then winked again. "Oh of course.. and I'll be spanking your poor buns super red.. but just for your training." "W-Well if that's what I have to do.." Ben said trying not to smile, and Gwen found herself wondering just how many times when Ben had been a pain in the ass in the past had he just been hoping for a paddling. 'time to make up for missed chances!'

Ben was breathing fast as he laid over Gwen's lap, totally naked as he's shirt had kept draping down to offer minor protection and shaking a little bit even though she was running her handover his buns. Sure he had always liked the THOUGHT of getting spanked, but neither his parents nor Gramps really believed in spankings and Gwen's folks respected that, leaving his chances of getting one that wasn't self inflicted (and thus kinda suck) slim. "S-So uh.. How many swat's are we doing?" Ben asked, hoping that Gwen couldn't tell just how excited he was for this. "Well I figure we'll go for 20 with my hand, 20 with a hair brush, 20 with a switch and then end with 20 with a good old fashion paddle." Gwen said cheerfully. "W-Wait! your gonna tan my buns 100 times?!" Ben yelped up and got a snicker and a sigh. "Heh, somebody needs to work on his math! your gonna get spanked -80- times.. though I can work in a math lesson while we do it." Gwen coo'ed, delighted to have worked in a flawless way to make him count the swats. "I'm going to start swatting now and you need to keep count on how many times I hit your cheeks with each stage.. if you lost count or give the wrong answer I'll have to start over." "..I-I guess that wrongs." Ben gulped, suddenly doubting he was gonna enjoy this. "It's adorable you think you have a choice at this point." Gwen laughed and then brought her hand down. -WHAP- "AHHH!! Christ!" Ben cried out, his cute bubble butt rippling and deforming around the force of the swat, clearly Gwen wasn't going to hold back! Still the Pain was kinda exciting even as it did ripple though him! -WHAP- "A-Ahh! 2!" Ben cried out, biting his lip and fighting back tears. "No, you didn't count the first one Benny. remember?" Gwen scolded playfully. "oh.. right. Sorry!"  Ben said sheepishly. "Hey, it's your BUTT you should be saying sorry too. now.. let's try this again.." Gwen said and raised her hand. '..heh.. I might just miscount on purpose a few time's.' Ben thought, then as the swat landed on his tush he counted out 1 like a good boy.

Gwen was impressed and pleased, knowing full well what Ben was up to as he 'accidently' miscounted anther 3 times before his hands spanking's were over and done with. 'cute kiddo, but you really should of breezed though the easy stuff before getting playful.' She thought, though by the end of the day he'd understand the lesson. She was currently letting Ben sit on her lap and have a quick sob, patting his back but after 30 seconds it was time to up the ante. Noting how his half chub had blossomed into a stiffy, she smirked and got the little pain slut back over her lap, making sure he'd end up pressing against her every once in a while as she summoned a hairbrush to her hand. "Alright 'hero', time to get back to work." Gwen coo'ed, the term hero clearly said in a mocking tone. Ben blushed, thinking that it was because of his stiffy she was mocking him, not knowing that making him a good little spank loving loser was her total end goal. Gwen brought the brush down HARD on Ben's blazing bun and had to bit her own lip over the rush of power she was getting, knowing just how fucked up she was going to make Ben, and was shocked to realize that while closing her eyes and smacking away, She had gone though all 20 of the swats.. and was on 25 now. "H-Hey! is..is this coming out of the others!?!" Ben squeaked and sobbed, and she looked down, his was totally bawling and *ugh* had snot dripping out his nose. "Uh sorry.. I er..yeah sure. I'll take those 5 off of the last set." She said, helping him stand up and letting the hairbrush vanish though summoning a box of tissue. She noted that while looked miserable and his buns were starting to brush: his cock was throbbing and there were pre stains on her thigh. "you know Ben.. I don't think you minded me going over board as much as you say." Gwen said, meeting his eyes and then making him follow her gaze down to her thigh. tossing his booger and tear soaked tissues out she took anther one and cleaned her thigh off with it. "I think we have two choices for the rest of your training." She said to the squirming and shifting around boy. "Choice A is you go back over my lap and we go on, but if have a 'accident' not only am I going to put you in diapers after all of this is over to teach you control.. But your going to eat the tissue I use to clean the mess up." "A-And choice B?" Ben asked, making a grossed out face. "You get on all fours on your ben and leave your buns in a even more vulnerable position, and if you have a accident well.. It'll still be diapers but you wont have to clean your mess up. your sheets have seen worse.' Gwen snickered and then raised a eyebrow. "well? A or B?" "...B." Ben Mumbled, clearly trying to will his woody into submission but one thing Gwen had noted when the diapers were mentioned.. he'd been twitching like crazy. 'Easier and easier..' She mused.

Ben's little dweeb mind was spinning as he got up on his bed, trying not to shiver like he normally did from the crinkling and babyish sound the rubber sheets made. truth be told the only reason he was saying no to pull-up or goodnites or nighty pants or whatever you wanna call them: he wanted full blown diapers, baby prints and the like, NOT the stupid underwear print nighttime wear ones his mom and dad had tried to get him to wear. Now here was future Gwen who was gonna not only give him the spankings he deserved, but she was gonna diaper him!?Fuck yeah, best summer ever! Ben had no doubt in his mind that with the way his cock was throbbing's now, he was gonna be creaming himself sooner then later, and his bladder was getting full too. It was weird to Ben, his main reason for being unsure of enduring the MASSIVE spankings (but he'd never of forgiven himself if he had padded up on them) was that NORMALLY when it came to pain he was well.. a total wuss! How many time had Gwen had him bawling from a mercy fight or one punch from Cash almost had him bawling, yet he'd taken WAY worse pain right now and was gonna cream! '..maybe my butt has superpowers of it's own!' Ben giggled and then turned his head around as Gwen snapped her fingers. "If your done crinkling your baby sheets and laughing, I'd like to get back to work. my spell put us in a different time rate but your folks WON'T stay gone forever." She pointed out. "Oh yeah! Eheheheh.. Sorry.." Ben said, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. "Doofus." Gwen snickered and winked.

With ben on all fours and -snort- shaking his butt slightly, Gwen summoned a switch and reflected getting him on the bed for this REALLY worked out more, this way she wouldn't have to worry about hitting herself with the slender tool. "Get ready to count~" She called out in a sing song tone, then before Ben could reply she can down with a over hand smack that left a red welt on Ben's left, making him Yelp and jump even as he called out "One!" "Awww poor baby, not a fan?" Gwen snickered and again, before he could try and reply, attacked, though with a semi underhand  blow that caught Ben's right cheek, making him gasp and call out two in a VERY shaky voice. "I know, this stings a little more.. but it can't be ALL fun and games after all~" Gwen coo'ed and struck with a side swipe, getting both of his cheeks and pausing as he heard liquid hitting the mattress, even as Ben sobbed "T-Three!" Tilting her her to look, it wasn't the fluid she had expected to see, but a smelly yellow puddle though she noted Ben was still hard. "well, I guess some one is going in diapies huh?" She teased. "Y-Yes Miss Gwen.. um.. can you clean the puddle up so I don't risk making it splash on you. Also can I use this as my 15 count?" Ben asked, bottom lip trembling. "..you know what, that's fair." Gwen said, raising her hand and use ben's t-shirt to his silent protest to mop up the puddle. She hadn't -really- meant it when she'd promised him the break, but him calling her Miss Gwen without thinking about was worth rewarding. What Gwen had to admit she REALLY loved as she repeated the trio of swipes with the stich four more times, was the fact Ben wasn't just saying the numbers anymore even as he sobbed and his butt got SO many welts on it. He was adding "Miss Gwen!" to the end. 'If he keeps up like this he won't be the one one in the room who's wet..' She thought with a blush.

With the Bed drenched from a second pee attack, and Miss Gwen not wanting to risk Ben over her lap, he found himself bracing himself against his wall, legs spread though Miss Gwen had been nice and helped the welt's that had started to bleed though the others she had left alone. "S-Sorry for piddling Miss Gwen." Ben said, and oddly enough he found himself meaning it. "It's fine, just tells me the switch is what I'll have to use when your a VERY bad boy NEXT time I visit." She said, winking at Ben and making him break into a dopey grin DESPITE the pain and humiliation. He had been worried his piddling accident instead of a spurting had maybe ruined it, since she wouldn't really be able to diaper him AND take the switch to his butt. 'Well then again, she IS magic soo..' He wondered then gave his sore buns a wiggle. "Ready when you are Miss Gwen!" Looking over his shoulder he paused as he saw the LARGE purple paddle in her hands, with holes in it to cut down on air resistance. '..I'm not gonna be able to sit for a week! Awesome!' He thought and wiggled his butt even more.

Gwen snickered mentally, Ben looked SO eager for this, and she had no doubt that he was about to paint the wall. "Alright Ben, a little change to the rule's this time: I'm just gonna wail on your ass till you paint the wall like the stupid little diaper baby pain slut you are. Instead of counting your going to say 'Thank you miss Gwen!' with almost each shot, when your finally spurting I want you to say goo goo gaga!"  Gwen said, seeing no point in pretending this was anything but what it was: training ben. "Yes Miss Gwen! thank you for showing me what I am!" Ben coo'ed. "Heh, your VERY welcome~" Gwen said, twirling the paddle in her grip and then grabbing it with both hands and going to town on  Ben's bun's, knowing he wouldn't be able to sit for a week, and that was awesome. the paddle totally deformed Ben's buns as it stuck in and Ben howled with pain and delight, screaming out "THANK YOU MISS GWEN!" a total of 7 times before his legs wobbled and she knew what was coming (or was that cumming?) next: Ben's cock fired off a impressive load and hit the wall and some of the floor while the big baby pain slut cried out "GOO GOO GAGA!" then collapsed to his knees. Shockingly for Gwen, in his half dazed state Ben just got on all fours and lapped up his seed for the floor then the carpet, Making her wanna dig a hand down her panties but as a mistress she had to have a DEGREE of self control. Still, Ben didn't make it any easier when after his 'snack, he laid on his back and then reached down, helping to hold his legs up. "I'm ready for my diapie Miss Gwen." he said, eyes glazed and a loopy sorta smile on his face. "..Kid, your fucking perfect." Gwen moaned even as she summoned a nice thick diaper (and some powder of course) for her new slave.

It wasn't that Ben didn't believe Miss Gwen as he went to meet his parents, squirming a little and trying to ignore the finger of ginger that was currently in his butt, But even he had a hard time believe that the diapers she had left him would look and sound like shorts to everyone but him and her, though she warned him not to wear them around HIS Gwen till she got a chance to explain things to her. And yet here he was, unloading the car and carrying in bags of food while in a semi bulky pink diaper with purple tapes and the only comment he got was a question on why he smelled like baby powder and they were glad to see him in shorts with how hot the summer was gonna be. "Of course, while you can wet it a few times, I wouldn't stress it. once it leaks the spell is over and it can't hide the smell if you dump a load." Miss Gwen had told him, giving him bum pats. "W-When will you be back?" Ben had whined, giving her hugs. "Hmm, I'll need to work with your future self to know when you'll be alone around the house.. but at the very MOST.. sometime next week." Gwen had promised, giving him a hug back and leaving, And Ben missed her already.

Poofing back into the future, Gwen smirked as she'd come back RIGHT in Ben's Bedroom and noticed it was much cleaner.. and very much had different look to it. he had a MLP toddler themed bed, though it was big enough for his teen sized body of course. and a changing table where his tv and video games had been before, stocked with a rainbow selection of diapers and themes and Oooo~ did her eyes deceive her or was that a punishment corner with a spot for Ben to rest his nose on while on time out and a selection of paddles on the walls, along with other handy play tools. "Mistress! your back!" Gwen heard and turned around to see Ben in a thick white with baby print diaper and wearing a green with white frill trim on the sleeves and bottom t0shirt that read 'Property of Gwen Tennyson: mess with him and answer to me!' on the front and the back. "Well, Don't you look.. adorable~" Gwen said, a BIG smile on her face. "Heh you likely? I ordered it from a custom shop myself and wanted to be wearing it when you returned!" Ben said eagerly, and then did a little twirl. "Permission to hug you?" "Well I suppose~" Gwen chuckled and opened her arms, letting him nuzzle into her. Yeah, Messing with time was dangerous and dumb.. but when the end result was something THIS cute? Worth it.

The End

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KieueCaprie's 2022 Completed Games List #7 (31-37)

#31: Super Mario Land 2 (Game Boy)

Started 🚩: 13/9/22 Finished 🏁: 13/9/22

This game is yet another game from my childhood that I kept playing and playing and playing and playing, so it was nice to find out that someone made a rom hack for this game that, well, adds color! Really breathed some new life into my umpteenth playthrough of Mario's Land.

Sure, it has some flaws to it, like the game being a bit on the very easy side, even without Easy Mode, but I really enjoyed the charm and, hey, we got Wario out of the deal, even if Nintendo barely acknowledges this series as of late.

#32: Metal: Hellsinger (PC, Game Pass)

Started 🚩: 16/9/22 Finished 🏁: 20/9/22

I gotta say, this game has quite the rocking soundtrack, which is great for a rhythm-based shooter. I don't really know what to say about this game besides the fact that I loved the story, loved the locales, loved what little voice acting there was. Everything is pretty good, albeit short. The game can be challenging at times, especially when it asks you to survive a bullet hell WHILE maintaining a perfect beat but I did manage to complete everything on normal difficulty in under three hours so, go me, I guess?

#33: Elite Beat Agents (DS, September%)

Started 🚩: 21/9/22 Finished 🏁: 22/9/22

Okay, okay, this shouldn't be a real entry but come on, I'm legally obligated to play this game every 21st night of September to play the level that has September on it. This time, I had to speed through it because I was starting fresh meaning that I couldn't summon the power of Earth, Wind & Fire fast enough. Forgive me... I'll try next year, I swear!

#34: BONELAB (PCVR, Steam)

Started 🚩: 29/9/22 Finished 🏁: 1/10/22

I played this game almost immediately on launch and boy, it was not a good time getting it to start up. Initially, I had it on an external SSD but the load times were borked to hell and back, so I moved it over to an internal NVME SSD and it started working.

Did I enjoy my time playing BONELAB? Well, it's definitely a step up from BONEWORKS in a few ways, the gunplay and some parkour aspects have been souped up a little and melee seems to hit a little harder than BONEWORKS's foam sword (and not the literal foam sword you could get). Buuuuuuut the pacing and the design of some levels just... weren't getting me. You get stopped almost immediately after finishing the tutorial and dropped into the hub world where you have to painstakingly load up one of each mode and then play a tedious crane game in order to progress, and it's not even spelled out for you right at the beginning! No hints, no nudges, no glowing neon signs.

Also, warning in advance: Unlocking avatar swap WILL require you to progress further into the game before you actually can use the feature that's been advertised. I get that it's to ease you in but the poor pacing between the start and actually getting it makes me feel like I'm just doing chores in the hopes that I can have a slice of chocolate cake.

BUT after getting past all of that? BONELABS is probably a fun sandbox experience, with actual mod support right out of the gate. I've explored Wuhu Island, I've driven around Mario Circuit as Waluigi, and even robbed a bank as Niko from OneShot, and I've even played through the game again as Shrek! It's another one of those "make your own fun" VR titles with a subpar story slapped on top and guns, however Stress Level Zero are VERY good at making physics-based sandboxes at this point, I just wish they could do better with the level design and pacing.

#35: Cosmonious High (PCVR, Steam)

Started 🚩: 4/10/22 Finished 🏁: 7/10/22

I am a simple person, I see Owlchemy Labs put out a new VR game, game goes into my shopping cart and winds up in my Steam Library. It's another VR toybox game with a little bit of free-roaming mixed in based in a high school set in SPACE.

And it has a story WITH progression, much like how Vacation Sim had a story, but the story kind of takes more of a front seat in this one where you have to go to classes and get new powers and solve puzzles to unlock more classes, standard fare. But it's not without its charm.

I absolutely loved the cast of characters I had to interact with and am in love with the little blob critters called Blebs, two of which are pictured above, they're the cutest things ever and you can give them a little smooch! That right there is why this game is a good addition to one's VR library.

What more can I really say about this one? It's cute, it's funny, it's charming, it's an Owlchemy Labs game that, for some reason, has crossover promo with Among Us (pictured above). Yes, I nearly screamed when I found it. No, I won't tell you where to find it, find it yourself, trust me.

#36: Jazz Jackrabbit 2 (Base Game Levels)

Started 🚩: 6/11/22 Finished 🏁: 6/11/22

So, it's no secret that I'm a fake gamer, which is why I keep extolling the virtues of Jazz Jackrabbit 2 and how good it is despite only having played the shareware demo and never actually completing it.

So I fixed that by playing it.

It's great to play, especially on the Steam Deck, although you kind of have to fiddle with the resolution in order to get the game to where you want without the sprites looking ultra small on our modern screens.

Difficulty was, well, it wasn't very hard outside of the boss fights and I didn't have too much trouble with the final boss thanks to a certain cheese tactic I found by mistake. But I still loved my time with the game, warts and all.

Also, I think about the wonderland levels a lot. Funny caterpiller smonk.

#37: Pokémon Emerald Rogue (Romhack, Expanded Version)

Started 🚩: 9/11/22 Finished 🏁: 10/11/22

A couple of friends were playing this a while back and I thought I'd give it a try for a bit, could be interesting. Didn't expect a roguelite Pokémon romhack to grab and pull me in. The difficulty is, well, it's about on par with the Battle Frontier in the older generation games and I absolutely appreciate the fact that they went through the trouble to include ALL the mons up to Gen 8 AND the mechanics from Gens 6-8 too. Talk about dedication.

I'd show my Hall of Fame record but for some reason, it corrupted itself... But I do remember having a Choice Scarf Strong Jaw Dracovish that I got halfway through the run that I stomped every non-Water Pokemon into the ground with.