#god drawing bowser is such a pain

[mynameisverbena]

castle hyjinks (heeey! It's been a very long time since I've post anything. Well I've been in a Mario phase recently :D)

[hvhvmoc]

Happy birthday!!

Warnings : fluff, birthday wishes, nsfw at the end, piv sex, rough sex, sweet talk, choking, creampie

Genre : romance

Characters included : some Bowser Jr, Bowser, female!reader

Writing style : (longish)oneshot

You lay in your bed, lightly snoring, clinging onto the giant pillow next to you that so happens to be almost as big as you. While you sleep peacefully, Bowser and Jr tried making you a cake for your birthday. Key word ; tried. They redid the cake about 3 times already and it was almost time for you to wake up.

But after some help by other koopas, the cake was finally perfect and done. They all collectively clean up the mess. It was just about to be the time you woke up. Jr blew a little bit of fire onto the candles to turn them on. Bowser carried the cake over to your shared room.

Jr ran in front of his dad excitedly. He jumped on your side of the bed and jumped on you screaming "Wake up! Wake up!" Bowser finally walked in, a small smile on his face. You finally wake up, groaning in slight pain. "Careful Jr," warned Bowser. Jr gave out a sorry as he rolled over and off of you.

At the sound of his voice, you sat up to look at Bowser. "Happy birthday, dear, " he says dearly. "Happy birthday, mom!" Follows Jr. Bowser walks to you, sitting next to your feet where you can't reach the end of the bed. You reach over to your right, placing a kiss on Jr's forehead. Then you crawled over to Bowser, giving him a kiss on his snout. He smiled sweetly, hearts forming in his eyes.

"Hurry! Blow out your candles!" Jr breaks the comforting silence. You chuckle at his excitement. You close your eyes and said your wish in your head. You blew out your candles once you opened your eyes. "What'd you wish for? " Bowser asked. "Well if I told you, it wouldn't come true," you reply and he chuckles. "Go cut the cake for you and Jr, I need to get ready for the day, " you continue, pushing past your blanket and rest your feet on the small stairs that help you get off and on the bed (stfu he's big asf).

Once they leave, you put on your dress, jewelry, did your hair, face, and placed your crown on your head. You walked to the kitchen, breakfast set on the table and ready, along with the small cake your boys made. The table was littered in your favorite foods.

•••later on•••

The day had gone great. You and your boys had a great time and now you were in bed, waiting for your king to get into bed as well. After sometime, he got into bed next to you. You thought about the last time you made love, which has been a long time since being king is a busy busy job. You laid on your side, facing him.

"Baby?" You spoke softly and quietly. He acknowledged you by giving you a small 'hm'. You brought your hand to the side of his face. "You know, its been a while since we... You know... Made love," you say still speaking softly. He kissed your head as a response. "Can we?" You asked hesitatly. "We sure can, dear," he towers on top of you, huffing out some smoke.

"Sweetheart, do you like these pajamas?" He asked. "I do why-" the sound of ripping fabric inturupted your voice. He gave you a smirk before giving your uncovered breasts kisses. You let out a small breathy moan in the contact. He then ripped your panties off of you, throwing them with your torn up pajamas. He didn't break contact with your breasts as he massaged your clothes with his fingers.

You let out an even bigger moan. Thank god the walls are thick because he's going to have you screaming by the end of the night. He gave your hip and shoulder a small bite-enough to bruise but not to draw blood-before sitting up. He was already slowly pumping himself at the sight of you displayed for him. You forgot his dick was about as big and as thick as your thigh. Though, your mouth watered at the sight of him.

He made sure you were ready for him before pressing his dick on you, his tip kissing your entrance. His hands rested on your hips. He slowly entered you, in case it was too much for you. With every inch, your moans got louder and louder. He continued pushing his dick into you until he physically couldn't anymore, meaning you fully filled you up. Your legs shook from pain and pleasure.

Once he saw you relax into yours bed, he started moving. He gave you slow, painless thrusts. Your moans were almost screams at this point. As he kept going, his pace got faster and faster. His dick wasn't even kissing your cervix, it was making out with it. Drool ran down your chin, tears down your cheeks. Your back arched, a small bump forming on your lower stomach everytime he entered you.

At this point he was going as hard as he could with you. Youve already came twice, both times on his cock. Now you're coming to your next orgasm. You were basically screaming his name like a chant, Bowser just giving you a toothy grin in return. He can feel you pulsing around him, which meant you're close. He used his thumb and pointer finger to choke you, the rest of his hand resting on your collar bones.

You came faster than before thanks to that action. Now you were really screaming. You coated his dick and lower stomach with your juices. You felt embarrassed but you didn't care at the same time. He started going even faster before Cumming into you. Pain and pleasure hit you like a truck as he came into you. He struggled to pull himself out, when he does he lays down next to you. You pull the giant blanket over both of you.

"Talk about best gift ever, " you say, your voice basically dead. He chuckled darkly, holding you close to him.

Sorry if I'm slow on posting I got school and responsibilities

Ohmeohmy

[redbluesweets]

[Warning, this au contains gore, horror, and any other scary things and also loneliness please read for your own good. If your want to add your ocs in and draw it, please ask for permission.]

💭“How long has it been... Days...? Months...? Years...? Hell, I don't even care about how long I've been surviving out wild... I am cold... hungry... Weak... Can't find a damn place to stay...all because of that damn big irritating turtle! Bowser... The king of the loser koopas and absolute love suck up to Princess Peach... He literally can't leave her alone as I GOD DAMN TOLD HIM TO! He literally pisses me off with that damn anger on his face... Kamek did tell me to calm down but now Bowser started to think about something to stop... It happened since my home was in his stupid castle where his child, koopalings, his troops, and everything there...”💭

He planned a wedding to marry Peach but I'm not going to let that happen!! Bowser already planned the wedding and got the broodals to stop Mario for ruining it but I got there first and can't let this slide... Bowser already growled at me with his anger look... “Hey! Didn't I tell you to stay put?! I already got this under control so you don't have to me–” I interrupt Bowser with his idiotic yapping but... “Why don't you shut up already?! I just told you to leave the princess alone! Geez, why don't you take a hint?!” I outburst in anger as I am protecting the princess but she stood behind me as Mario jumped in just in time. He looked at me and we never met but I was on his side for this troublemaker. Bowser chuckled a little bit at Mario as he got his trick up his sleeve... “You are too late, Mario... This is THE END!!!” He threw his wedding hat at Mario but I step up and reflected on his hat with my two tails and hit him. Not too shabby as I got so cocky... “Ha! You like that, you stupid turtle?! You literally forgot that I have two tails that can reflect and fly!” As I got too cocky... Bowser started to clench his fists in anger and things got pretty ugly... “You... I told you to kidnap the princess but you refused to listen... And now you're getting in my way to ruin the wedding... Maybe this time I should punish you...FOR YOUR ACTIONS!!! KAMEK!!” As he yelled Kamek out, the clouds started to get dark... He appears from his magic and riding his broom. I was afraid this would happen but I'm not that afraid... “How may I help you, Lord Bowser?” Kamek is always serving Bowser as he pleases but unfortunately... Kamek sees me siding with Mario and Peach as I was lost but standing my guard. “Hey? Why are you on that plumber's side?! Are...you betraying us...?” Kamek felt a little hurt that he asked but... I started to tell the truth. “What? Kamek, no! I'm trying to stop this idiot tu–” Bowser started to grab me with his hand but I can't escape... All I did was struggle and break free but...nothing.... Mario was trying to help but Kamek gets in the way. “Maybe this would teach your lesson, you small weak brat...” Bowser started to squeeze and crush me like a hard ball as I screamed in absolute pain... Mario and Peach were terrified to hear me in pain. If Mario would've done something, none of this would've happened... “My Lord! You should stop squeezing him!” Kamek is trying to help but Bowser starts to look at him with the side eye. “Stop? Why should I? Wait... I have an idea... Get rid of his voice. Right. NOW!” Bowser has really done it now... Mario, Peach, and Kamek gasped in fear but Kamek shook his head. “B-But King Bowser! I shouldn't! That's the forbidden spell that nobody should ever use!” Kamek is really shaking and afraid about this but the forbidden spell like that? He never did that to anyone before until now. “Are you denying me? I SAID NOW!!!” Bowser yelled as he is still grabbing me as he is done squeezing and crushing me like a rock. Kamek is afraid this would happen as he slowly floated to me and prepared the forbidden spell... Staying silent forever... “Any last words before you're silenced? You small brat?” Bowser said to me as he smirked evilly and looked at me. A small trail of blood slowly went down to my mouth...and looked at him with one eye closed and half eye opened. “A...few... Leave...Peach...alone and...go...find a...real...love... interested in...your...miserable life...you...good for...nothing...loser...” I smirked a little bit as I chuckled.... Bowser's evil smirk slowly fated and went extremely angry. He looked at Kamek as he nodded meaning ‘do it’... Kamek whispered to me as he slowly raised his wand at my throat. “I'm sorry...” As Kamek completes the silence spell on me, I can't even talk... Bowser started to chuckle and laugh as he threw me in the air and punched me clean right at the face and sent me super far away... “Oh no!” Mario said as he was shocked and Peach was covering her mouth as she got scared and shocked at the same time. Now is this for a battle for Mario and Bowser alone.

As I literally landed at the snow grounds, I bounced off, tumbled, and my right arm landed on a sharp bush branch and impaled. I was in a coma for five months as I was not breathing... Then...I...was..floating...somewhere... In this...black void... I thought I was dead...

My eyes are half open and I have no...pupils on my eyes... “So you're the one who is going to change history or fate... You tried to be the hero and be involved? How foolish are you...” A mysterious voice is speaking to me as I can't speak because of that spell Kamek and Bowser put upon me... “Eheheheheh... I'm starting to like you, you pathetic runt... I would like to see how long you last until you suffer...” The voice fated and the void is no longer there...but...I slowly woke up in this cold forest and slowly looked at my right impaled arm and I slowly pulled the sharp bush branch out of it but blood dripped down a lot... I slowly started to get up and started to walk further down the path if I could find shelter...and don't get lost... It's been four hours to find a god damn shelter but I see a small shack... finally... something useful... I took a step inside of the shack and found a few items... A warm cloak, bandages, and...a crystal? Was someone here and left these behind? I slowly took the bandages and looked at the mirror that was almost broken... My right cheek on my face was scratched as the blood slowly went down but stopped because of the cold. I slowly wrapped the bandages around my right arm to heal and stop the bleeding and my right cheek to heal as well. Then I put on the cloak to warm me up and slowly held the crystal but I slowly looked at the mirror and saw a Bowser reflection right in front of me. I can hear his...stupid irritating laugh...it pisses me off... I started to breathe in and out of anger but I clenched my left fist and punched the mirror and broke the glass as the sound echoed from outside... I started to walk out of the shack and started to look for shelter on the path I'm going to, if I don't get lost...

(To be continued...)

(@skratchytheclown is the person who made me think of this au idea so all thanks to him!)

[migulofhearts]

My complete thoughts on Sonic Frontiers (Spoilers Ahead)

Thoughts on Sonic Frontiers

Spent a good amount of time thinking about this game and my thoughts and overall… I had a phenomenal time with this game. First, the pros. It is so much fun to just run around, especially when doing the challenges and fighting enemies. To me, that’s like the main thing to get right when it comes to open world (or open zones in this case). The best comparison I can give is Bowsers Fury, and that’s a good thing cause I adore Bowsers Fury. Also idk where to say this but the fishing is so much fun, useful too!

Next, the combat. Good Lord the combat!!! The skill tree may be small and it very much prioritizes flashy moves over nuance combos, but to me that fits Sonic, and let me say, that flashiness is something else! The ki blast and the move where he shoots orbs are my personal favorites.

Next, the story… THE STORY!!! It made me all types of emotional seeing Sonic, the gang, and even Eggman and Sage being given the respect they deserve. I wanna draw attention to Tails cause… dude, they really fixed him. It was such a genius move to take the fact that Tails was written like garbage in Forces and twist it into an arc where he feels inconsistent and out of touch with his prime. And for Sonic to encourage him for all the feats he’s done and to go and find himself! I was holding back tears during that scene man. Knuckles and Amy also, they were written beautifully. Seeing Knuckles accept that he’s not alone and Amy wanting to spread love to the world feels so good after seeing them relegated to dumb brute and Sonic simp for YEARS. Even Eggman and Sage! I did not expect Eggman to go through it this game, I already love him but man… it feels so good to see him grow after so long. I also didn’t expect to like Sage as much as I did! It may not be for long, but you start to care for her and want her to get the family she wants, which just makes her “death” and Eggman mourning her so much more painful… along with the song that she sings. We love Sage.

Speaking of which… THE MUSIC!!!! OH MY GOD!!!! So many of the Cyberspace themes are bangers on bangers and the Super Sonic themes… wow. I’ve never been too into heavy metal but this makes me want to check out more of it. Also, idk about you but I vastly prefer One Way Dreams to Vandalize, it feels so climatic in the best way, I may be bias cause I love Nate.


Speaking of, all of the Super Sonic fights elevate this game ten fold, they’re all perfect. The music, how he controls, the fights, everything. I don’t know what else to they but…perfect. I can’t remember the last time a Sonic game made me feel something like that. As for my favorite? In terms of the fight, Knight easily. Favorite song? A tie between Undefeatable and Find your Flame

As for cons… sometimes the physics can be finicky, both the islands and cyberspace especially, island 3 had way too may 2D sections that just locked you in them, the game kinda loses track in the endgame. I liked the Touhou styled final boss but there’s no denying the other Super fights were much more hype.

I have other tiny gripes here and there but not enough to lower my love for this game. Does it have issues? Yes, but I know they will be ironed out by the next game, whenever that is.

While SA2 is still my favorite Sonic game, this game comes exponentially close to topping it. It easily tops games like Colors, Mania, Unleashed, and even Generations in my eyes. The ambition, the exploration, the combat, it all adds up to something special.

This game didn’t need to be a gem, it needed to pave the way to a bright future, and it did that in spades. Immense props to Ian Flynn btw, the characters wouldn’t be written this immaculately if it weren’t for him. He shows his passion for the characters, their stories, and the stories that they will tell in the coming future. The future is bright for Sonic, and I for one cannot wait to see that future.

Sonic is really back.

Also I’m so mad, Sage consider Orbot and Cubot her brothers but not Metal? I see how it is. I got my NEO Metal mention though so it’s all good

ALSO THEY JUST CAUSALLY MENTION STICKS AND IDW BEING CANNON ALONG WITH MENTIONING THE BLACK ARMS WTF

[incorrectsmashbrosquotes]

With Age of Calamity upon us in a couple months, would the assorted cast of the OG Hyrule Warriors stop by and check out Link and Zelda's new friends? Wondering how Samus will react to Cia and Lana, Volga taking an interest in his fellow dragons (the twins), Zant meeting the League (since Ghirahim obviously didn't sent the notice), Linkle being a sweet sis to the kids, Skullkid/Majora and Young Link catching up and most importantly, Tingle.

Samus: So, this is your OG Hyrule Warriors version?

Link: Yup.

HW!Link: Also known as Shounen Protagonist Link.

Samus: Huh, makes sense. You do seem to be the most blatantly OP of the Links.

HW!Link: Really I’m just the most stylish. All the Links operate at roughly the same level of OPness. I mean-

Lana, entering the room: Linky! I made you a bento!

HW!Link: Oh, thanks Lana. You’re a great friend.

Lana, smiling through the pain: Yup. That’s Lana.

Cia, bursting through the room: Link!

HW!Link: Oh no.

Cia: I have aquired this mighty sword for you my love. You would look... ravishing with it.

Samus: Isn’t that Soul Edge?

Cia: Ah. You are... the Boba Fett rip-off who has bewitched the amalgam of my beloved.

Link: Well... that seems a bit harsh.

Marin, entering the room: Linky! I wrote a new bell song for you. Would you like to hear it?

Samus: Dear Gods... it’s not a Shounen Anime... it’s a fucking Harem Anime.

-

Corrin: So, you’re a dragon?

Volga: Yes.

Corrine: Are you a savior?!

Corrin: A religious figure?!

Corrine: A leader of armies and heroes?!

Volga: No.

Corrin: Then... what do you do?

Volga: Mainly I just sit in my volcano hating everyone.

Corrine: So... you’re like the Grinch?

Volga: Pretty much. Now, *draws his spear and an aura of flame erupts around him* SHOW ME YOUR STRENGTH!

Corrin: So cool! So... sexy.

Corrine: No.

-

*At the League of Villains base*

Ganondorf: So if we attack their farming industry, that would leave us in a good position to-

Zant: MAAASSSSTTTTEEERRRRR!

Ganondorf: Oh sweet and salty Christ no.

*Zant bursts through the doors*

Zant: Master! I finally found you! How could you not invite me to your cool evil villain club!?

Ganondorf: Because you’re annoying. Now leave.

Zant: But I’m really good at being a villain! I conquered nearly all of Hyrule in your name! I trapped the HEro in the form of a beast!

Ganondorf: Instead of killing him.

Zant: Well... yes... but at least I only got my ass kicked by him once! Ghirahim lost to him so many times!

Ghirahim, teleporting into the room: true, but I lost with style. You threw a hissy fit.

Zant: Please master! I can do the thing really well!

Ganondorf: Uggh. You know what? Fine. You can join, IF! If, you fetch me the Boots... of... Kaldamarch. The Boots that will give its owner the power to conquer any foe.

Zant: I shall not fail you! *rushes off*

Bowser: Boss, there’s no such thing as the boots of Kalda-whatever.

Ganondorf: Maybe Zant will find me a pair. They sound fantastic.

-

Linkle: Alright everyone, who wants to play with the cucoos!?

Kids: YAAAY!

Linkle: Yeah! *brings out Golden Cucoo, Brown Cucoo, and Cucoo chick*

Ness: They’re so cute!

Lucas: I wann hug them forever!

Golden Cucoo: Three years of Juliard... for this...

-

Impa: Young Link? *she finds him hiding under a desk, trembling* What in the name of Nayru has gotten into you?

Young Link: Shh! He’s out there! He might find me!

Inpa: Who are you-

Tingle, from in the hall: Liiiiiink!

Young Link: Do not let him know I’m here!

Tingle, getting closer: Liiiiinkjy! I can sense you!

Young Link: Do not make eye-contact!

[sweetness47]

Karma is a Bitch

Theme: smutty filth, criminal activity, virgin reader, etc… MATURE 18+ READERS ONLY!!!!

Pairing Criminal!Steve Rogers x Nurse!Reader

This is for @sherrybaby14​ and her Reader-insert smut prompt challenge - Steve Rogers Prompt #16

A/N: I hope you like this @sherrybaby14 (hugs)

Final word count: 3898

Summary: After finally getting her freedom from mob life and putting her brother, James “Bucky” Barnes, behind bars with her testimony, a chance encounter with a wounded man puts everything she’s built for herself in jeopardy.

Steve’s POV

This just wasn’t my day. I’d just pulled off a brilliant jewelry heist, only to get noticed by a passing patrol car while exiting the store.

Fuck my life.

It wasn’t always bad, at least not while I worked for Bucky. He was one hell of a crime boss and was more than fair to his employees, myself included. But now? He was in prison for 25 to life, because of a whack load of evidence and some pretty hefty testimonies. What was left of the empire he’d built was trying to survive.

That being said, fast forward to tonight. I make a beeline for the alley, my escape car parked two streets over, two-minute sprint through the back lanes. The cops started firing at me, I fired back. I managed to make it to the car and unlock the door before they rounded the final corner, weapons still drawn, bullets still flying everywhere.

Adrenaline was pumping wildly through my veins as I took off down the street, my unmarked Firebird screeching over the pavement. Taking back alleys and dark roads as much as possible, I finally managed to pull into a dark lot and ditch the car. I grabbed the jewels and ran for the underground sanctuary I had for emergencies.

I never made it there.

Reader’s POV

There are pros and cons to being a nurse. I get to help people, save lives, but the hours are shit. The only reason I stay is to help the patients. Well, that and money helps. Not that I need it. But I don’t like to use the other funds I have at my disposal, except in a dire emergency. They remind me too much of my brother and the life he had before my testimony put him away for life.

I was able to get into the witness protection program and have my name scrubbed from the testimony. I loved my brother, don’t get me wrong, but it was too much danger. My life almost ended a few times, but the last time was what made me turn. Not only did a rival family kidnap me, one of them almost raped me, and threatened to execute me. NOT FUN!

My brother killed them and rescued me, but I’d had enough. All I wanted was to live peacefully and without constant fear of being targeted by someone else. I changed my hair, my clothing, my looks, and my name, got a place in a different area of town, and was finally at a place in my life where I could just be me.

Well I was.

I went for a walk late, my German shepherd decided to fancy a stroll, and of course, how could I say no to that beautiful puppy face. I wasn’t worried about being attacked or anything, mostly because one look at Bowser (yes I named him Bowser), and most people crossed the street to avoid me. It was a nice feeling.

It was Bowser who noticed him first. I was completely in my own little world, enjoying the evening air, the stars. Bowser barked, whining as he strained against his leash, desperate to get to whatever was in the parking lot. I frowned. Bowser never behaved like this. It was unnerving to say the least. I followed my dog’s lead, and my jaw dropped at the sight of the man on the ground, unconscious, blood pooling from a wound in his side. I knelt down and check his pulse, and breathed a sigh of relief upon finding he wasn’t dead.

I went to call 9-1-1 and get an ambulance, but a hand reached out to stop me. “No cops. Please.” He croaked before passing out once more.

I frowned. I didn’t like the road this evening was heading down, and I certainly didn’t need to draw attention to myself. But I couldn’t walk away either. This man needed help, and I was the only person around who could get him the help he needed.

I checked around for security cameras around the lot, finding none close by, then checked the street. It was almost a god send that the streets were empty at the moment, and that my home was close by. I grabbed him by the arms, and dragged him back to my house, Bowser sticking close by, in case something bad happened.

Steve’s POV

I winced at the sunlight pouring in, it’s brightness blinding me something fierce. I had a massive headache, and on top of that, every movement shot burning pain through my abdomen. I gingerly moved my hand over the area and felt a bandage. Then I remembered seeing the blood seeping through my clothing right before I collapsed.

I’d been shot.

But I wasn’t in a hospital, nor was I in a prison medical facility. I was in a house. Whose house, I couldn’t say, but it looked feminine. The room I currently occupied had sunshine yellow walls, with decorative floral art pieces hanging from them. The furnishings were dark mahogany to contrast the yellow, and the bedding was a mix of pink and grey, with a quilted floral bedspread. It was actually quite breathtaking.

I tried to move, desperate to take a leak, only to realize three things.

1.       I was naked.

2.       It hurt to move.

3.       There was a massive German shepherd sitting at the foot of the bed watching my every move.

Fuck!

The dog whined and barked, drawing in a woman, no an angel. Her (H/C) hair flowed about her with fluid grace, in time with her body movements. Her skin was radiant, almost glowing in the sunshine lit room. Her (E/C) eyes were magnets, drawing me in like a ship to a siren.

My body certainly had no problems with her looks either, I could feel myself growing hard, and had to shift the covers to hide my obvious attraction.

“Going somewhere?” she asked, raising her eyebrow.

“I need to use the washroom.” I managed to speak with a somewhat normal tone. My other brain was screaming for me to take her and do wicked things to that delectable body of hers.

She cocked her head to one side, as if studying me. “Hmm. Ok. Here,” she tossed me a robe. “Put this on and I’ll help you to the bathroom.”

I nodded and slipped the white terry bath robe over my broad shoulders. It was actually quite roomy and comfortable. She blushed and turned away while I awkwardly stood and wrapped the plush material around my torso to cover my hard-on.

Once I was ready I cleared my throat and she turned back to me, then came to put my arm around her shoulders to support me while we journeyed to the washroom. Once there, she released my arm. “I’ll be here when you’re done. There’s a new toothbrush in there, and shaving products should you want to use them.”

I nodded and closed the door. After relieving myself, I washed my face and brushed my teeth. I didn’t shave, but made sure my beard was trimmed and clean. Once I was done, I ran my fingers through my hair, using a small amount of water to smooth down the stray hairs.

Satisfied with my appearance, I opened the door and, true to her word, the woman was leaning against the wall, waiting for me. She positioned herself on my sore side, taking my arm and wrapping it around her shoulders once more, and walked me back to the room.

My body reacted to her close proximity, her scent was intoxicating. Citrus and floral, a hint of vanilla and sandalwood. I fought the urge to take her against the wall, fuck her senseless, pound into her so hard that she wouldn’t walk straight for a god damned week.

Only the pain from the gunshot stopped me from my current fantasy. Carefully I sat on the bed and she helped me swing my legs up so I could lay back on the pillows she’d placed behind me.

“Stay.” She ordered, before disappearing from the room. Minutes later she returned with a tray containing a sandwich, some soup, and what smelled like coffee, along with a glass of water and what I perceived to be pain meds. “Do you take cream or sugar, and do you have any allergies?”

When I shook my head, she continued. “Here’s some T 3’s. They’ll help take the edge off the pain. After you’ve eaten, we’ll get you set up for a shower, then I’ll check and redress the wound. You’re lucky, you know. It was a through and through shot, and didn’t hit any major organs.”

I arched a brow. “How did you know it was a gunshot?”

“I’m a nurse.” She said simply. “Besides, I’ve seen enough of those kinds of wounds to last a lifetime. It’s not my first rodeo with this shit.”

I wanted to ask what she meant but decided against it. It wasn’t any of my business. But I could see a hint of what looked like regret in her gaze, along with sorrow, like she missed someone, family perhaps. She turned away and strode out of the room, leaving me to dig in to the feast before me. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until now, the homemade broccoli and cheddar soup invading my senses, and the turkey bacon club sandwich that accompanied the hot liquid was divine. I took the analgesics and then quickly polished off the food before me, my stomach rejoicing as it received the tantalizing offerings.

My mind wondered briefly to the other things she’d said. Mostly, setting me up for a shower. I could barely stand on my own right now, maybe I could lean against the shower tiles for most of it, but getting in and out would be a challenge. What I wouldn’t give to have her in there with me, her hands sliding over my skin as she lathers soap over my body, caressing my shoulders, my abs, my aching cock. It was a wet dream right now, but damn, what I wouldn’t give to make it reality. To take her and make her mine. Permanently.

~~

Reader’s POV

I pride myself on my self-control, and my ability to do my job. Mr. Hunk wasn’t making my life or my job easy, that’s for sure. He’d been unconscious for two damn days, and I can’t even begin to count how many times I’d imagined what he’d feel like. I’m embarrassed to admit I’d masturbated a few times with him in my thoughts. It took every ounce of will power I possessed to clean and bandage his wound without running my fingers over his firm torso or those rock solid abs.

Last night I’d been so bold as to masturbate while watching him sleep. I imagined his fingers parting my folds, his tongue fucking me, his hard cock driving into me with wild abandon. I’d never reacted to any man like this. It was new and a bit frightening.

I’d kissed a few men in my 22 years, but I’d never actually done anything beyond that. James was very protective, and very intimidating. Any guy who met him usually took me on a very polite date, then I never heard from them again. After my brother’s incarceration I’d been so engrossed in work and changing my identity and address, I hadn’t really put any thought into dating

But now, with my overbearing sibling in prison, and this gorgeous man in my bedroom, the thoughts were most definitely there.

I walked back to the room after about half an hour, smiling when I see the empty tray. He was famished, as I’d guessed, and polished off the entire meal. “How was the food? Satisfactory, I hope?”

He grinned. “Beyond satisfactory. It was spectacular. Thank you. For all of this.” He gestured to his bandage and the tray.

I blushed and nodded, my eyes raking over his bare chest. “Your welcome. Now, we should get you showered and cleaned up so I can check that wound.”

He glanced at me, and I quickly averted my eyes. Had he seen me ogling him? Fuck.

“You should tell me your name. I want to know the name of my savior.”

My cheeks were crimson now. “YN.” I managed, my voice shy now.

He looked me over. “YN. It’s a beautiful name. I’m Steve.”

He held his hand out to me, and I took it. Instantly, sparks flew between us. He studied my reaction, and I couldn’t tear myself away from his blue eyes, sparkling like sapphires in the gleam of the afternoon sun.

I cleared my throat. “We should get you to the shower now.”

He nodded and I helped him stand. He turned to face me for a moment, and his head bent toward me, his lips brushing lightly across mine. He quickly straightened and apologized. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.”

I frowned and helped him to the washroom. Had I done something wrong? Was I supposed to react differently? My hormones were screaming at me to kiss him, to inform him he hadn’t been out of line at all. I was simply surprised by the gesture. I wanted him to kiss me again actually.

My panties were wet with the thought.

I started the shower then blushed furiously as I turned to him, only to find that he’d removed the robe and stood in front of me in all his naked glory. Fuck! My panties, if they weren’t ruined before, certainly were now. I was gushing. I’m pretty sure I orgasmed from the sight of him.

As if sensing my lustful thoughts, he stepped closer to me, and gently wrapped his hand around the back of my head, tilting it up to meet his lips once again. The second our mouths connected I melted, and any resolve I’d been having went straight out the window. He lifted my shirt and tossed it behind him with his good side, then went to remove my bra. I worked swiftly at removing my jeans and my ruined undergarments, then I put my hand in his and led him to the shower. The steamy liquid washed down over us, and Steve winced as his wound made contact with the water.

“Careful. Just turn slightly away from the water. Partial contact will be easier to endure.” I whispered.

Steve shrugged. “I’ve got something to distract me from the pain.” He pulled me into his arms again as his lips crashed into mine. There was no gentleness there, just raw, savage need. I could feel the thick bulge of his arousal pressed against my belly as I pressed closer to him. God this man was fucking incredible, well endowed, and at this moment…mine.

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Steve’s POV

Pain was about the furthest thing from my mind. I was pretty sure this was heaven as I watched YN take some soap and lather it over my body, taking extra care around the bullet wound. Her hands caressed my back, my front, then she moved lower, giving my hard cock some much wanted attention. Her tongue flicked over my length, then dipped into the tip, swirling around the large head, causing it to jerk. I almost came right there.

“Careful sweetheart. You might make me come too soon.”

She stood and grinned while blushing. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

I stopped her right there. “I wasn’t stopping you because I wasn’t enjoying your attention. Quite the opposite, actually. I was very happy with what you were doing. But I was hoping to finish in a different way.”

Her lips formed an ‘Oh’ while she turned a bright crimson. Could she really be that innocent? I was beginning to think she’d never done anything like this before.

We rinsed off and exited the shower, YN bending down to retrieve the robe from the floor. She wrapped it around me, then grabbed a towel for herself. Taking my hand, she walked with me back to the bedroom, where she had me lay down, minus the robe, while she put a fresh bandage on my wound. Once that was taken care of, she removed her towel and came to join me on the bed.

“How do you want to do this?” she asked.

I thought for a moment. I was in good enough shape to support myself with my good side, but I didn’t know if I could get all the momentum needed. The best option would be her on top.

“Straddle my hips.” I motioned with my hands, then I reached between us and felt her tight heat. She was so wet. Fuck! I slid my fingers along her slit, and she gasped when I slipped two of my thick digits inside her. Tight was in fact an understatement. I cursed then she moaned. My control was all but gone now, I wanted nothing more than to dive in.

So I did.

I lined up my cock with her entrance and after looking into her eyes, thrust inside. Her tight walls contracted as she struggled to adjust to my size. There was a brief flicker of pain in her eyes, but her smile told me all I needed. Then I was thrusting, slowly at first, making sure she was still ok, then I picked up speed.

She chanted my name over and over as she felt the first orgasm hit, throwing her head back as it washed over her. Her cries filled the room as my thrusts became more urgent, giving her more aftershocks.

“Steve…Oh God!”

Her words sent me into a frenzy as I hit my own climax, spilling inside her as her walls clenched around my cock.

Panting, she collapsed on top of me, then scurried to the side when I groaned. “Oh my god, sorry.” She immediately felt horrible for the faux pas.

“No worries.” I reassured her. I pulled her close to me our bodies relaxed from the mind-blowing sex we’d just participated in.

“Ok.” She said quietly as her eyelids closed, along with mine, our bodies resting together.

~~

Reader’s POV

I woke first, glancing beside me, my cheeks flushed as I recalled what I’d done with this man. Carefully maneuvering out of his arms, not that I really wanted to, I got off the bed and went to check his wound. The vigorous sex we’d had last night hadn’t opened the stitches thankfully, nor had it caused any weeping. I breathed a sigh of relief and tugged on some sweats and a t-shirt. Padding to the kitchen, I set about making some breakfast, quickly deciding on pancakes and bacon.

Maybe it’s my inner consciousness chiding me, but I realize I know nothing about the man in my bed. I don’t know who he is or why he was shot. I don’t know fuck all really, apart from his first name. There’s a small part of me that thinks he looks familiar, but for the life of me I can’t place him. I shake the thought from my brain as I mix the batter and start frying the bacon.

I have coffee going and most of the food made when I hear footsteps behind me. I turn around and I’m greeted with soft lips on mine. “Morning.” His voice is husky and I feel myself growing damp once again. I never knew one man could have such a profound effect on me.

I smile and hand him a mug of coffee. “Morning yourself, sleepyhead. How do you feel today?”

He sat down at the table. “Not bad, better than yesterday for sure. Considering the activities of last night, I feel pretty damn good.”

I nodded as I put out the food. “That’s good.” I pause as I sit down across from him. “We should probably talk.”

He seems to think on that idea. “Yeah, probably. I’m sure you’ve got a shitload of questions about everything.”

“I do, though I probably don’t want to know the answers to them.” I answer truthfully. And I really don’t, for numerous reasons. What I don’t know can’t hurt me, well not directly. Or at least, that’s what I told myself.

He nodded. “I was seen by a patrol car leaving the scene of a jewelry heist. I was seconds away from a clean getaway. I ran, they chased, they shot at me, I shot at them…blah blah blah. You get the idea. Anyways, I got to my car and drove off, only to get out, make it about 20 feet, and collapse behind the dumpsters. You know the rest.”

I pursed my lips. “How did you get into this life? You’re smart, strong, and you seem to have a good head on your shoulders. You don’t seem like the type to just choose crime as a life goal.”

He looked down at his plate. “I was a street kid, orphaned when I was 11. This guy found me and took me in, gave me a place to stay and food to eat. I guess it was kind of like adopting, but he was only two years older than me. He had a family.”

My eyes widened. “Wow. So you stayed with his family?”

He shook his head. “No. He hid me at their family guest house for some years. No one ever used it, it was kind of like a prop on their land. So I had heat, running water, and shelter. The boy who’d helped me brought me some of his clothes and always visited me. My life would probably have ended years ago if he hadn’t found me.”

That uneasy feeling popped into the back of my mind again. I really hoped I was wrong with that thought. I remembered my brother spending a lot of time in our guest cottage. He never let me tag along, mostly cuz I was 4 and completely annoying at that age. But, he’d also warned me to never go near the cottage, else he’d beat me. Not that he ever laid a hand on me. It was just a warning, but one I took seriously at the time. He’d also warned me to never tell mom or dad about his frequent visits to the guest house. And I hadn’t.

I held my breath, debating whether or not I should ask the next question, the one that burned on the tip of my tongue. I would hate myself for asking, but I would hate myself more for not asking.

“What was the boy’s name?”

My blood froze when he answered, and not just from the answer, but from the tone of his voice. “You probably know him, since I saw a picture of him on your dresser this morning YN. His name was James, but everyone always called him Bucky.”

@sherrybaby14​ @legion1993​

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Crack Out: Vegas

Overview:

An over stressed Jungeun requests for a vacation in hopes of some time alone with her girlfriend Jinsol but ends up with her source of stress coming along with her. Thanks to the youngest of Loona's thoughtful suggestion of Nevada being their destination, Jungeun is now to challenge herself to keep her cool.

Authors' notes:

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Here’s the first chapter to a short story abt loonas adventures in vegas, hope u enjoy and continue reading!

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Chapter 1: Baby Park

Part 1/2

“HYEJU COME GET YOUR FUCKING SOCKS OFF THE FLOOR BEFORE I THROW THEM AWAY, YEOJIN GET OFF THE FRIDGE FOR GODS SAKE, YERIM STOP CHASING HEEJIN WITH YOUR ROACHES!” Junguen screams at the top of her lungs as she sees her chaotic bandmates up to their usual antics. 

As the chaos around her continues, Junguen takes a seat on the couch and puts her hands up to her head and sighs deeply. 

“Hey baby, what's wrong” Jinsol, Junguen’s girlfriend of three years, asks as she exits the bathroom drying her newly dyed black hair. 

“This” Junguen gestures violently at the ongoing anarchy of the dorm. 

“Ahh it’s okay I got this, go rest up before practice.” Jinsol says as she motions her overstressed girlfriend towards a room in which four bunk beds are aligned neatly. 

“Are you sure? Last time I trusted you alone with them they had you tied down to a chair, forcing you to watch Twilight” Junguen recalls the day she walked into the dorm after a quick convenience store trip to fetch some eggs after Yeojin and Yerim had used them all up to egg Haseul’s tinder date’s car as he waited for Haseul to come down. Fortunately for them, as they like to say, saved Haseul from heterosexual activity. 

“I’ll have you know they let me choose between Twilight or Tall Girl, I think I made a bold choice. Now if you can, get some shut-eye, I can get everything under control.” Jinsol reassures her, sending her girlfriend into the clean bedroom (thanks to Vivi who cleaned before going to her part-time job) with a kiss on the top of her head and wooshed her away. 

After the door shut behind Jungeun, Jinsol turned to look at the girls with her hands on her hips and a towel wrapped around her damp hair. She dusted off her lemon print shorts and cleared her throat.

“Okay feral chihuahuas, I want you to listen and listen closely” Jinsol furrowed her eyebrows and straightened her back in an attempt to look authoritative. The younger girls stopped at their pace and took a puzzled look at Jinsol’s bad attempt of control, but listened anyway. 

“We’re feral chihuahuas? Then you’re a soggy, dusty, old Great Dane!” Yeojin yells out right away. 

Jinsol ignores Yeojin’s comments and begins connecting Hyeju’s switch to the living room T.V. 

“So who’s up for a Mario Kart tournament?” Jinsol asks with a smile as she holds up two Joy-Cons. 

The younger girls all scream in excitement and run to grab their respective controllers.Yeojin plops herself in the middle of the floor as Hyeju and Chaewon, who’s wearing one of Hyeju’s black hoodies, settle next to each other.  Jinsol smiles to herself as the younger girls begin setting up the game and chat animatedly, save for Heejin who pulls out her iPad and begins working on a new drawing. The girls all rush to pick their characters, Yeojin immediately exclaiming that she wants to be Waluigi. Hyeju laughs at the smaller girl as she picks Bowser, Chaewon having already selected Princess Peach. Yerim then has an extensional crisis attempting to choose the color of her Yoshi, eventually settling on the pink variant. 

“LET’S DO BABY PARK!” Yeojin screams out when they begin selecting maps. 

Hyeju ignores Yeojin’s shouts for Baby Park and selects Special Cup.

“HEY! THAT’S NOT FAIR! YOU KNOW I’M NOT GOOD AT RAINBOW ROAD.” Yeojin begins to protest until the game finishes loading and the first race of the cup begins, immediately grabbing her controller and focusing on the screen.

 Jinsol continues to smile as she watches the girls play while they giggle and shout. She gets up from her seat on the couch and walks over to check on her tired girlfriend. Jinsol’s heart warms at the sight of Jungeun passed out on Jinsol’s bed with her face stuffed in the pillow, still leaving space for her. Jinsol gently shuts the door and returns to the living room to see the girls finishing off their first race.

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The first three races all end similarly, Hyeju placing first, Yeojin falling off the map attempting to drift and ending up around 5th place, Chaewon around 2nd or 3rd, and Yerim in 7th while still smiling and giggling. Everyone was finally settling down and enjoying their time together, that is until the end of the final race of the cup, Rainbow Road. 

Just as Yeojin is finally about to place second (first still taken by Hyeju) she’s hit by a red shell while taking a turn, knocking her off the map. She shrieks and yells at Lakitu to hurry up and put her back on the map. Just as she's placed back on the map, she’s passed by Chaewon who is able to finish right before her. 

“ᵃˢˢᵃᵎ”

“CHEATER!” Yeojin exclaims at Chaewon who’s doing a victory dance. 

“I didn’t cheat, you’re just bad at the game!” 

“YOU’RE SUCH A LIAR, YOU SHELL THROWING ASS FACE!” 

“Hey!” Hyeju shouted and stood up, hearing Yeojin insult Chaewon.

Chaewon then moved behind Hyeju as she and Yeojin stood in front of each other, hurling insults. 

“Girls! Calm down! You’re gonna wake up-” Jinsol, who spoke up when she realized the two girls weren’t going to stop anytime soon, was interrupted by the door to their bedroom being slammed open, revealing an angry Jungeun. 

"I thought you said you’d have it under control?!" Jungeun glares at Jinsol. Jungeun bothered at the fact her mid-day nap has been interrupted by cursing teenagers. 

"I do! I mean, I did" Jinsol remarks afraid to look up to see her girlfriend fuming in frustration. 

As Jungeun is about to completely lose her cool, as if she hasn't already, the answer to Jungeun’s worries enters the dorm. 

"Hi! Guys! I'm home!" A girl with short black hair and a bright smile greets the girls. 

"Haseul!" Yeojin drops the controller she previously held running into the older girl's arms as if she hasn't seen her in decades, Hyeju instinctively reaches for the controller cradling it as if it’s in pain from the impact.

"The rest are waiting in the practice room, we should get going" Haseul smiles down at Yeojin, pushing up her sunglasses and shrugging off her leather jacket.   

"Last one there is a rotten egg!" Heejin exclaims.

With that Yeojin, Heejin, Yerim, and Chaewon Naruto run out of the dorm, Hyeju following slowly behind.  

"Go on Sol, I'll be there in a sec" Jungeun gives a strained smile. 

Jinsol smiles and then runs out the door to catch up with the other girls. 

"Is there something you want to talk about?" Haseul asks with a concerned look as Jungeun slumps onto the couch. Haseul follows and sits beside her. 

"I need a break." Jungeun sighs out. 

"You want to leave the group?" Haseul questions. 

"No, no, not like that. I just want to break the routines and live a little outside of this dorm" Jungeun admits. 

"Hmm…What if you ask management for a few days off?" Haseul suggests. 

Jungeun gives it a thought and nods. 

~~~~

Before heading to the practice room, Jungeun takes a look at the office right next to it, where their manager spent her days working away.

"Hello?" Jugeun hesitantly knocks on the slightly parted door. 

"Kim Lip! Come in!" Their manager smiles warmly looking up from her desktop computer. 

The manager's office was as neat as an IKEA model, filled with fake plants, this lady can manage 12 girls but not remember to water some plants. The only living thing was a succulent sitting at her desk that was a gift from Yeojin for accidentally covering her new car in toilet paper thinking it was another one of Haseul's potential boyfriends.

Jungeun walked into the lavender scented room taking a seat in front of her manager, playing with the slightly frayed ends of her flannel. The older woman waited for Jungeun to speak. 

"Umm... I was wondering, since we currently don't have an exact schedule, if we could possibly take a few days off and go on a trip?" thinking of spending time alone with Jinsol.

"Oooh like a vacation?" The woman chirps 

"Yes. Exactly, I just thought since-" 

"Oh that sounds like a wonderful idea, just pick a destination and I'll take care of the rest for all you girls" the manager gets up excited for the execution of the said vacation. 

"‘All you girls’?" Jungeun questions. 

"Oh I'm excited, let's spread the news and go tell them right now and we can get to picking!" the older woman says as she begins walking out of her office. Jungeun follows behind attempting to clear the confusion.  

"France would be great or Australia" the manager continues as she stops in front of the practice room.

Jungeun anxiously opens the door, revealing her members practicing as if they are entering a national competition. The girls stop as they hear the familiar voice of their manager calling their attention.

"Girls! I have some exciting news! Thanks to Jungeun, it has been brought to my attention that you all need some time off or as I shall say some time away." 

The girls looked at each other, some puzzled and some anticipating the news. 

"You all will be going on a small vacation!" The manager smiles. 

Jungeun looks around at her members’ reactions, seeing how happy they get makes her heart warm, especially the way Jinsol's smile reaches her eyes.

Maybe a vacation all together won't be so bad, Jungeun thought to herself.

[bloojayoolie]

Animals, Apparently, and Beautiful: STUNNING one of a kind superhero ID# 37394 is on a quest to find his special someone to live life large by spending lots of quality time together, bouncing fetching, zooming and just enjoying each other's company. Welcome home this demi-god among dogs and let the epic adventures begin! 70 lbs pure love WINNING SMILE WAGGY TAIL GOOFY CHARM LOVES TO VE BIG BOY HUG MANHATTAN ANIMAL CARE ENTER TO BE KILLED 08-15-2018 **ONE OF A KIND SUPERHERO..WITH A WINNING SMILE, WAGGY TAIL , GOOFY CHARM THAT WILL MAKE YOU FALL IN LOVE** A volunteer writes: Step right up, folks! Don't be shy! Manhattan's official King of Zoomies is waiting to astound you with impressive feats of athletic prowess and super sociability! He's gorgeous AND smart and all the ladies swoon when they see his handsome face. Say hello to the one...the only...Hercules! He's so stunningly good-looking that no photo or even video can do him justice, his all-out zoomies from one end of the yard to the other are beautiful to watch and even the leg-sliding scramble-turn at each fence line adds a certain goofy charm. Herc's very friendly and enjoys petting too, showing his appreciation with a winning smile, a wagging tail and if he's really excited, a big boy-style hug. He knows how to come, sit and wait on command and never guards his things so fetch is a breeze, though tug-o-war proves impossible as he's all too happy to give up his toys! As you'd expect from such a strapping lad, Herc pulls fairly strongly during walks but he's responsive to correction, seems house trained and greets and plays with fellow dogs politely on leash or off. Hercules is looking for an active family (no young kids, please!) to join him on his quest to live life large by spending lots of quality time together, bouncing, fetching, zooming and just enjoying each other's company. Welcome home this demi-god among dogs and let the epic adventures begin! VIDEO: https://youtu.be/0FhPw_4QJqE Hercules ID# 37394 Manhattan Animal Care Center Age: 4 years old Male Is Vaccinated: Yes Primary Color: Tan Secondary Color: None Weight: 70 lbs. ZIP Code From: 10025 Intake Type: Stray Behavior Assessment Date of intake:: 8/7/2018 Spay/Neuter status:: No Means of surrender (length of time in previous home):: Stray Date of assessment:: 8/9/2018 Look:: 1. Dog leans forward or jumps up to lick the Assessor's face with tail wagging, ears back and eyes averted. Sensitivity:: 2. Dog displays high energy and movement, but it is directed toward getting closer to the Assessor. Body is soft, likely panting, may jump up between attempts to lick Assessor. Tag:: 1. Dog assumes play position and joins the game. Or dog indicates play with huffing, soft 'popping' of the body, etc. Dog might jump on Assessor once play begins. Paw squeeze 1:: 2. Dog quickly pulls back. Paw squeeze 2:: 2. Dog quickly pull back. Flank squeeze 1:: Item not conducted Flank squeeze 2:: Item not conducted Toy:: 1. Minimal interest in toy, dog may smell or lick, then turns away. Summary:: Hercules quickly approached the assessor and jumped up socially but forcefully. He displayed a very high level of activity and movement on the assessment, jumping up many times with force and mouthing the assessor. He was social throughout. Summary:: Hercules should be allowed a period of decompression outside of the shelter before additional follow up on his behaviors around other animals. Summary (1):: 8/8: Hercules displays a tense body when greeting the female helper through the gate. He softens slightly in body and displays a brief wag. Hercules appears slightly uncomfortable with handling attempts to collar. He is able to be collared once given time to acclimate, but then once again becomes uncomfortable and begins to hard bark at handlers with a tense body. 8/10: Hercules greets politely and engages in very brief bouts of play then becomes anxious. Date of initial:: 8/7/2018 Summary:: Head whipping, jumping away, growled ENERGY LEVEL:: We have no history on Hercules so we cannot be certain of his behavior in a home environment. However, he is a young, enthusiastic, social dog who will need daily mental and physical activity to keep him engaged and exercised. We recommend long-lasting chews, food puzzles, and hide-and-seek games, in additional to physical exercise, to positively direct his energy and enthusiasm. BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION:: ADULT ONLY HOME Behavior Asilomar: TM - Treatable-Manageable Recommendations:: No children (under 13) Recommendations comments:: No children: ue to the high level of jumping and mouthing seen at the care center, we recommend an adult only home. Potential challenges: : Basic manners/poor impulse control,Social hyperarousal,Mouthiness/poor bite inhibition,Fearful/potential for defensive aggression Potential challenges comments:: Basic manners/poor impulse control: Hercules jumps up a lot on people in a social manner. It is recommended that default behaviors such as "Leave it", "Sit/Stay", "Down" are reinforced to substitute any frustration and teach him to control his impulses instead of simply reacting; proper management is also advised. Force-free, reward based training only is recommended. Social hyperarousal: Hercules quickly becomes over aroused in the presence of people, jumping up and mouthing. Positive reinforcement, force-free training should be used to teach Hercules to remain calm when people and other exciting things are around. He should be reward with treats when calm. If he escalates to jumping or mouthing, people should immediately walk away from and separate themselves from Hercules. Mouthiness/poor bite inhibition: Hercules has shown some mouthiness in the care center. Little pressure is applied, but this is a behavior that should be extinguished through training alternate behaviors and lack of reward (ex. walking away whenever Hercules' teeth make contact with skin). Fearful/potential for defensive aggression: At the care center, Hercules has growled when uncomfortable. He has also hard barked at handlers. If this behavior appears in a future home, guidance from a professional trainer/behaviorist is recommended to assess behavior after decompression in a new home environment. Force-free, reward based training is advised when introducing or exposing Hercules to new and unfamiliar situations. Medical Behavior: Yellow Age: 4 years Sex: Male Weight: 70lbs DVM Intake Exam Estimated age: ~4yrs based on PE. Microchip noted on Intake? scanned negative by LVT on intake. MC placed on intake. History : stray Subjective / Observed Behavior - BAR, resisted restraint by head whipping, jumping back. Growling during blood draw and after release. Evidence of Cruelty seen - none Evidence of Trauma seen - none Objective BCS 5/9 EENT: Eyes clear, ears clean, no nasal or ocular discharge noted Oral Exam: did not evaluate PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: No murmur ausculted; CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupnic ABD: Non painful, no masses palpated U/G: intact male. testicles smooth and symmetrical. MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, no masses noted, healthy hair coat; multiple small regions of alopecia (scars) along left cranial antebrachium CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Rectal: grossly normal. Assessment apparently healthy Prognosis: excellent Plan: await behavioral assessment SURGERY: Okay for surgery * TO FOSTER OR ADOPT * BOWSER IS RESCUE ONLY! You must PRIVATE MESSAGE our page or email us at MustLoveDogsNYC@gmail.com for assistance with fostering or adopting him. He cannot be reserved on the ACC ARL online list, nor can he be direct adopted at the shelter. If you would like to adopt a dog on our “To Be Killed” list, and you CAN get to the shelter in person to complete the adoption process *within 48 hours of reserve*, you can reserve the dog online until noon on the day they are scheduled to die. We have provided the Brooklyn, Staten Island and Manhattan information below. Adoption hours at these facilities is Noon – 8:00 p.m. (6:30 on weekends) HOW TO RESERVE A “TO BE KILLED” DOG ONLINE (only for those who can get to the shelter IN PERSON to complete the adoption process, and only for the dogs on the list NOT marked New Hope Rescue Only). Follow our Step by Step directions below! *PLEASE NOTE – YOU MUST USE A PC OR TABLET – PHONE RESERVES WILL NOT WORK! ** STEP 1: CLICK ON THIS RESERVE LINK: https://newhope.shelterbuddy.com/Animal/List Step 2: Go to the red menu button on the top right corner, click register and fill in your info. Step 3: Go to your email and verify account Step 4: Go back to the website, click the menu button and view available dogs Step 5: Scroll to the animal you are interested and click reserve STEP 6 ( MOST IMPORTANT STEP ): GO TO THE MENU AGAIN AND VIEW YOUR CART. THE ANIMAL SHOULD NOW BE IN YOUR CART! Step 7: Fill in your credit card info and complete transaction Animal Care Centers of NYC (ACC) nycacc.org HOW TO FOSTER OR ADOPT IF YOU *CANNOT* GET TO THE SHELTER IN PERSON, OR IF THE DOG IS NEW HOPE RESCUE ONLY! You must live within 3 – 4 hours of NY, NJ, PA, CT, RI, DE, MD, MA, NH, VT, ME or Norther VA. Please PM our page for assistance. You will need to fill out applications with a New Hope Rescue Partner to foster or adopt a dog on the To Be Killed list, including those labelled Rescue Only. Hurry please, time is short, and the Rescues need time to process the applications.

[yooka-kazooie]

liveblog of me watching the sonic movie courtesy of me yell-typing at my friend on discord

#long post #spoilers 

6:48 PM] Me: well guess I'm gonna rent it on cable [6:50 PM] Me: ok so far the cc works [6:50 PM] Me: which is good news on optimum [6:50 PM] Friend: good [6:50 PM] Me: upp spoke too soon [6:50 PM] Me: where did the cc go [6:51 PM] Me: first the sound didn't work and now the cc goes I keep having to close the movie and resume [6:51 PM] Me: I already dont know this owl character [6:51 PM] Me: like I'm not a HUGE fan of sonic but who is she [6:51 PM] Friend: I don't think she was in the games [6:52 PM] Friend: just an owl who adopted sonic [6:52 PM] Me: oh no is she from the original archie comics [6:52 PM] Me: I've also never seen sonic younger than like 15 [6:52 PM] Friend: no idea [6:52 PM] Me: were those echidnas [6:53 PM] Friend: the old sonic show (the good one) had an episode where sonic goes back in time and meets himself as a kid [6:53 PM] Me: oh good he's a cop good /s [6:53 PM] Me: the urkel one? [6:53 PM] Friend: yeah echidnas [6:53 PM] Friend: yeah [6:53 PM] Friend: there were two urkel ones [6:54 PM] Friend: aired at the same time [6:54 PM] Friend: or same year [6:54 PM] Me: he was in both of them??? [6:54 PM] Friend: yep [6:54 PM] Me: I never watched the "good one" [6:54 PM] Me: sat am? [6:54 PM] Friend: yeah [6:54 PM] Me: yeah I literally never saw it [6:54 PM] Friend: I think [6:54 PM] Me: til Nostalgia Critic [6:57 PM] Me: did crazy carl's drawing look like sanic I can't rewind with ondemand [6:58 PM] Friend: yes it did [7:05 PM] Me: whoops sonic emp [7:07 PM] Me: I assume these old people are describing eggman [7:07 PM] Me: so eggman is human [7:08 PM] friend: yeah [7:10 PM] Me: whos stone [7:10 PM] Me: like did Eggman need a human y.. [7:10 PM] Me: wait is he a robot [7:10 PM] Me: "a human yesman" is what I was going to say [7:10 PM] Me: it seems weird to me that he'd pay a human yesman instead of building a robot yesman [7:11 PM] friend: to be fair he has a human yesman in that old show too [7:11 PM] Me: the show I didnt watch? [7:11 PM] friend: yeah [7:11 PM] Me: I watched the pumpkin show [7:11 PM] Me: and sonic boom cartoon [7:12 PM] Me: and I played sonic adventure 2 [7:12 PM] Me: and sonic 06 [7:13 PM] Me: I'm just letting you know what I know [7:13 PM] Me: what sonic media I've consumed [7:13 PM] Me: I never played the 2D games [7:13 PM] Me: never saw Sonic Sat Am [7:14 PM] Me: uhh meow [7:14 PM] Me: oh neat I didn't know that's how the rings would work [7:14 PM] Friend: lol nice to know where you are in the movie [7:15 PM] Me: donut lord shouldn't be so confused this is at least his second time finding a small talking furry animal-like creature [7:15 PM] Me: I'm sorry but the fact that this dude had the same role in hop is hilarious [7:15 PM] Me: how do you get typecast like that [7:16 PM] Me: "where are the mushrooms and why am I still on earth" is a mood [7:16 PM] Me: his eyes are cool looking [7:16 PM] Me: I can't remember what the old design looked like and I'm scared to look it up [7:17 PM] Me: did I tell you someone proved that it wasn't a stunt and that was the actual real design [7:17 PM] friend: someone told me that [7:17 PM] Me: because they found the merch they were making and they actually made some with the old design [7:17 PM] Me: that was intentional [7:18 PM] Me: oh I like those videogame control gloves [7:18 PM] Me: they need to make those for VR [7:21 PM] Me: raccoons are so cute [7:21 PM] Me: I want one for a pet [7:23 PM] Me: no I'm calling it, Stone is secretly a robot [7:25 PM] Me: the more he says mushroom planet the more I realize it's a nintendo joke [7:25 PM] Me: the mushroom planet has to be the mushroom kingdom [7:25 PM] Me: he doesn't want to go where mario lives [7:26 PM] Me: now I want mushrooms (food) [7:26 PM] Friend: every time he talks about the mushroom planet I want them to make a nintendo cinematic universe [7:26 PM] Me: man Sonic's individual quills look weird? [7:27 PM] Me: whenever I focus on them [7:27 PM] Me: not that bad but it's weird [7:28 PM] Friend: the ones still on his body? I know the one not on his body was never changed [7:28 PM] Me: yeah the ones on him [7:28 PM] Me: it's fine looking when I don't focus on them [7:29 PM] Me: this movie has Antman vibes [7:29 PM] Me: similar humor [7:35 PM] Me: hipsters how do you even convince someone you're not that lol [7:35 PM] Me: oh here we go first standstill [7:36 PM] Me: it's really cool actually, like that one xmen scene [7:36 PM] Me: god that is just ridiculously fast [7:36 PM] Me: so far this movie is better than it looked [7:37 PM] Me: especially before the redesign [7:37 PM] Me: ugh [7:37 PM] friend: I do wonder how much, if any, the story changed with the design [7:37 PM] Me: I'm just guessing that it's the same but there could have been more changes [7:39 PM] Me: ok if mushroom world has no breathable air I'd say that's not a safe place to go [7:39 PM] Me: for sonic??? [7:40 PM] Friend: I do question how a planet full of mushrooms can have enough oxygen in it. there must be something producing more oxygen though [7:41 PM] Me: if Stone isn't a robot that eggman built I hope he's paid well [7:41 PM] Me: he literally just said it doesn't have breathable air [7:41 PM] Friend: I thought he said it did [7:42 PM] Me: ... [7:42 PM] Me: I can't rewind [7:42 PM] Me: a babysitter is infinitely better than a cop tho [7:42 PM] Me: acab [7:44 PM] Me: does he go super sonic in this [7:44 PM] Me: like gold [7:45 PM] Me: aaand he's flossing [7:45 PM] Me: how old is sonic [7:45 PM] Me: is this a child [7:45 PM] friend: idk they should have mentioned it somewhere [7:46 PM] Me: are those children fighting over a switch or a tablet [7:46 PM] Me: jesus sonic just killed eggman [7:46 PM] Me: like I understand but [7:46 PM] Me: oh he waasn't in that one [7:46 PM] Me: I guess [7:49 PM] Me: it seems weird that that exploded [7:49 PM] Me: what if it killed sonic [7:49 PM] Me: what if it damaged the remains [7:49 PM] Me: didnt eggman want to study him [7:50 PM] Me: ok well eggman just called Stone a human being so I hope he's being paid well [7:53 PM] Me: ok how is it fun to be chased by a holographic dinosaur [7:53 PM] Me: I literally have nightmares that are that [7:53 PM] Me: except in nightmares you can feel terror and pain [7:56 PM] Me: are those the shoes that had a deal with sonic adventure 2 [7:57 PM] Me: ah man this is the kinda guy who would either get fired because he's too good to be a cop or be corrupted by getting the job [7:57 PM] Me: I've been reading a lot of stories of what happens to "good cops" lately [7:58 PM] Me: and either they get fired for not being terrible or they become terrible [7:58 PM] Me: remember there are no good cops [7:59 PM] friend: well that is going to change soon [7:59 PM] friend: or it better [7:59 PM] Me: no more cops [7:59 PM] Me: abolish cops [7:59 PM] Me: freedom [8:03 PM] Me: oooo he called him eggman [8:03 PM] Me: took me a second to realize that wasn't just his name [8:03 PM] friend: he is eggman in japan and robotnic in america [8:04 PM] Me: I just think of him as Dr Eggman Robotnic [8:04 PM] Me: like bowser is King Bowser Koopa [8:04 PM] Me: Princess Peach Toadstool [8:04 PM] Me: ... I wasn't paying attention did sonic's speed just fail [8:05 PM] Me: *ring get noise* Me: oh no how many of those rings does he have [8:07 PM] Me: like not an infinite amount [8:07 PM] Me: wait [8:07 PM] Me: aren't the pyramids like [8:07 PM] Me: next to a city [8:08 PM] Me: and not in the middle of endless sand [8:08 PM] friend: yeah [8:09 PM] friend: from pictures there does seem to be a lot of sand around them [8:10 PM] Me: its the angle [8:10 PM] Me: the pyramids are like [8:10 PM] Me: inbetween endless sand and a city [8:10 PM] friend: sure [8:10 PM] Me: well he's going Blue Super Sonic [8:10 PM] Me: still not gold/yellow [8:11 PM] friend: well he does need all the chaos emeralds to go gold [8:12 PM] Me: so what is this form called [8:12 PM] Me: canonically [8:12 PM] friend: idk [8:12 PM] Me: blue lightning sonic [8:13 PM] friend: all that comes up is a truck [8:14 PM] Me: try tvtropes [8:17 PM] Me: well they're treating him like a child? I think? [8:17 PM] Me: like they adopted him [8:17 PM] Me: he's flossing and has a racecar bed [8:17 PM] Me: I think he's a child??? [8:18 PM] Me: hye look its eggman [8:18 PM] Me: he's gonna be so pissed when he gets back [8:18 PM] Me: pff stone isn't a human anymore [8:18 PM] Me: I guess the air is breathable [8:18 PM] Me: how does he get fat on msuhroom world [8:19 PM] Me: are the mushrooms edible [8:19 PM] friend: I would hope at least some of them are [8:19 PM] Me: wait why did he shave [8:19 PM] Me: I saw him do it but it's not explained why [8:19 PM] Me: did he get gum in his hair what did I miss [8:20 PM] friend: well if his mustache is any indication his hair might have gotten... idk weird, so he shaved it [8:21 PM] friend: remember end credit scenes [8:21 PM] Me: ah mood [8:21 PM] Me: I'm watching the credits yes [8:21 PM] Me: I mean I feel like shaving my head would feel infinitely weirder so I just buzz it short but mood [8:21 PM] friend: idr if there was a thing at the very end of the credits [8:21 PM] Me: oh here we go some woods TAILS [8:21 PM] Me: NO [8:21 PM] Me: they had to redesign tails [8:21 PM] Me: too [8:21 PM] Me: wait [8:21 PM] Me: uh [8:21 PM] Me: that was [8:21 PM] Me: really fast for tails [8:22 PM] Me: I guess he's not as fast as sonic but he's not supposed to be that fast [8:22 PM] Me: aaand more credits [8:22 PM] friend: well he can be fast in the games [8:23 PM] Me: he was slow in sonic boom cartoon [8:23 PM] Me: maybe???

[pocketseizure]

Claws and Lace

Princess Peach finds that love between different species sometimes creates problems... in bed.

This is 100% pure smutfic about a princess and her monster boyfriend. Please don't expect to find any plot in this mess.

Oneshot ☆ 5,200 words ☆ NSFW ☆ Also on AO3

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"Oh no, I have been kidnapped! Whatever will I do?" Peach cried out into the deserted hallway as Bowser carried her to his bedroom.

"Do you want me to put you down so I can open the door, or would you prefer a manly display of strength?" he asked her.

"Manly display, please," she answered, smiling.

"All right then, hold on tight," he responded before raising his leg and kicking in the door, which burst open with a crash.

"You should roar when you do that."

Bowser rolled his eyes. "Roar," he said, carrying her over the threshold.

"All right, tough guy, you can put me down now."

"Not a chance. That's not how this 'kidnapping' thing works. I'm taking you straight to bed, and there's nothing you can do about it."

"I appreciate the villainous sentiment, but you might want to close the door if you have evil deeds in mind."

"You got a point there," Bowser admitted as he set her down on her feet. "But don't get any fancy ideas about trying to escape."

"Oh, I've got some ideas," Peach murmured, taking the opportunity to look around the room, which was surprisingly clean and airy.

"Does it meet your standards, Princess?" Bowser asked, approaching her from behind and placing his hands on her shoulders.

"I was expecting it to be more of a lair."

"I don't spend much time here. I'm very busy, you know."

Peach turned to face him. "It must be tough, being so important. One wonders where you find the time to sneak off like this. Your people must be frantic, trying to survive without your leadership."

Bowser smirked. "I don't see anyone trying to find you, either."

Peach shrugged. "My kingdom will send someone. I'm sure he'll get here. Eventually."

"Let's not talk about that right now."

"What did you bring me here to talk about, then?"

"I, uh..." Bowser squeezed her shoulders, and she could feel the sharp points of his claws through the thin fabric of her dress. He glanced away awkwardly, refusing to meet her eyes.

Peach pressed her body against his. "Just kiss me, Bowser."

He ran the blunt edges of his claws across her face and tilted her chin up. "As Her Highness commands," he said, grinning.

He leaned down and touched his lips lightly against hers. She could smell the aftershave on his jaw, but there was another smell clinging faintly to his skin that she couldn't quite identify. It wasn't unpleasant, but it put her on edge. She pulled away, and he traced a line of kisses along the curve of her cheek. His lips were thin and dry.

"I've wanted this for a long time," he whispered in her ear.

The touch of his breath sent a thrill of desire straight down to the fork of her legs, and suddenly she could place the scent of his skin – it was the slow carbon release of glowing charcoal, the bright and pungent sulfur of a struck match. Bowser smelled as if something inside him were burning. Peach's first instinct was to draw away from him. She had made great sacrifices to insinuate herself into his arms, however, and so she resolved simply to ignore the voice in the back of her mind telling her that this was dangerous.

Peach stepped back and loosened Bowser's tie, slipping the silk through its knot and pulling it out of his collar. She looped it around her wrist and unbuttoned the top button of Bowser's shirt, which was pressed tightly against his neck. He held still while she struggled with the stiff fabric, and when it finally came free he exhaled and reached forward to stroke her shoulders. Peach continued unbuttoning his shirt until it fell open.

She placed her palm against the bare skin of his chest, which had an uncanny hardness to it. Like his lips, Bowser's skin was cold, and it had none of the suppleness of her own skin. It was like touching hardened leather. Peach frowned and stroked one of Bowser's nipples, which she circled with the pad of her thumb. To her relief, his breath caught in his throat as the tiny bit of flesh stiffened under her fingers. She flicked his nipple a bit harder, and he growled, a thin plume of smoke emerging from his nose.

She moved on to trail her index finger down the line running between his abs. It was odd and a bit unsettling that he had no hair on his chest or stomach.

"Like what you see?" Bowser raised his eyebrows. He posed to flex as he grinned down at her.

"With all the cake you eat, I didn't expect to see actual muscles," Peach remarked in a dry voice.

"I am the smartest of the koopas, and I am the strongest of the koopas, and I am the handsomest of the koopas, and that is why I AM KING."

Peach swatted him with the back of her hand. "Don't get cocky. I didn't come here to see you preen."

"Says the girl with the peacock hair." Bowser scowled.

"If you're so great..." Peach slid her hands under Bowser's open shirt and ran her palms down his sides before inserting her fingers into his belt loops. "....Why don't you show me what you can do?"

"With pleasure." He lowered his head and took her in a deep kiss, forcing her lips open with his tongue. Peach was immediately struck with a taste that, like the smell of his skin, she found difficult to identify. It was less of a flavor and more of a sensation, like the burn of alcohol, setting the inside of her mouth on fire and warming the back of her throat. After an initial moment of shock, she found that she quite enjoyed it. She pulled him in, pressing the stiffening length of his shaft against her.

He groaned into her mouth and broke the kiss. "I need you to – " he said in a guttural voice before stopping and licking his lips. "I'd like to get you undressed."

"That's funny," Peach responded, kissing his neck. "I was thinking the same thing."

"How do I, uh," Bowser mumbled as he pinched the fabric above her shoulders between his fingers.

"You keep your claws to yourself," she chided him, beginning to undo the hidden row of buttons along the side of the bodice of her dress. She felt Bowser's eyes on her as she shrugged her shoulders, allowing the fabric to slide down her arms to reveal the lace at the top of her bra.

"Help me step out of this," she ordered, crossing her hands above her head. Bowser stared at her, not moving at all, and she savored the hunger of his gaze for a moment before adding, "Now."

"I like it when you're demanding," he growled, taking the loose fabric at her waist in his hands and kneeling as he pulled it down. Peach stepped out of her dress, and Bowser gathered it into his arms and buried his face in its ruffles.

"God, Peach. You smell so good."

"Of course I do. And you know what? I look even better."

"Let me just... Hold on a second." Bowser walked away from her to fold her dress over the back of a nearby chair. Peach enjoyed watching the muscles of his shoulders move as he took off his jacket and shirt with his back to her.

She crossed her arms over her chest. "Are you seriously not going to look at me, Bowser? Don't tell me you're afraid."

He whipped around. "I'M NOT AFRAID, you infernal woman, I..." His words trailed off as his eyes grew round. Peach winked and blew him a kiss.

"You're beautiful," he said.

"I know," she smirked.

Bowser flashed his teeth as he approached her. "I'm gonna eat you. I hope you're ready."

"Don't keep me waiting." Peach reached out and pulled him to her. He kissed her and ran his hands lightly down her back, the points of his claws leaving trails of pleasure across her bare skin. He inserted one of his hands between their bodies and placed it on her chest.

At first he caressed her gently with his open palm, but soon he began touching and pinching her nipples, teasing the sensitive buds with his clever fingers. She felt herself responding to the lovely friction of his calloused fingertips against her skin, each brush against her tender peaks sending warm jolts of sensation through her body. He trailed hungry kisses along her neck and jawline, his rough breaths in her ear fanning the flame of her desire.

He teased her nipples and cupped her breasts before grabbing the flesh and twisting her peaks, causing her to moan. He began to handle her more roughly, grasping her flesh tighter. Suddenly there was a flash of pain. Peach gasped and pulled away, startled to see a thin line of red snaking across her breast.

"That hurt!" she exclaimed, smacking Bowser's chest.

"I'll be careful," he breathed, his eyes half-lidded with desire. He pulled her back to him and kissed her again, thrusting his tongue between her lips. The pain on her chest faded as she responded to his hunger. He kissed her relentlessly, as if his need for her could not be satiated. He grabbed her ass in his hands and forced her against the rigid line at his waist. Peach felt herself melt against him as she wondered what he would feel like inside her. She clutched his face and kissed him harder – but then there was another sharp slash of pain as she cut her tongue on his teeth.

Peach struggled to free herself from Bowser's arms as her mouth filled with blood, but he only held her tighter, his claws digging into her skin through the lace of her panties. He seemed to be excited by the taste of blood. When he bit her tongue again, Peach experienced a moment of panic. Realizing that he wouldn't stop, she grabbed his hair and twisted his face away from hers before kicking him in the shin.

Bowser grunted and let her go as he dropped to his knees.

"What the fuck, Peach?" He shot her an angry look.

"You bit me, you asshole," she snapped. "Who does that?" Holding his eyes in a fierce glare, she wiped the blood from her mouth.

"How am I in the wrong here? You're the one who said we should do this."

"That doesn't give you the right to hurt me!"

"I thought you wanted this!"

"You could be a bit more gentle."

Bowser glared up at her, breathing heavily. Smoke twisted from his nostrils. He seemed to expect Peach to back down and soothe his wounded pride, but she refused to give in to his ego.

"Fine," he finally said, rising to his feet. "I'll be more gentle. I've never done something like this with someone like you, and I don't know what you need from me. Just don't act like I'm some kind of monster for touching you."

"Then don't bite me, for fuck's sake."

"What do you mean, you don't want me to bite you?"

"I shouldn't be bleeding during foreplay!"

"It's not my fault you're so delicate!" Bowser raised his voice, small flames emerging from between his lips.

"I need you to not bite me. Don't scratch me either, and don't you dare breathe fire in my direction. If you hurt me again, you will regret it. Do I make myself clear?"

"All right, fine," Bowser grumbled. "But if you don't like the way I touch you, do you want to try explaining why it turns you on so much?"

"Excuse me?"

"I mean, you're getting off on this. I can smell it."

"You can what?"

"I can smell your arousal, you know, like..." Bowser furrowed his eyebrows and made a vague gesture with his hand. "As one does."

"That's extremely offensive, Bowser. I don't smell!" Peach stamped her heel against the floor to emphasize her point.

Bowser seemed taken aback. "You mean, you can't smell me? You can't smell what's going on between us?"

Peach shook her head. "I have no idea what you're talking about. You smell a little strange to me, but you don't have a strong body odor. All I can smell is your cologne."

"Yeah, I was told you humans like that stuff. I didn't know it was because you can't smell each other otherwise," Bowser said, rubbing his chin. "So listen, you have a distinct scent, especially now that you're, you know. Naked. And in my bedroom."

Peach couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Is this the same for all koopas? Can all of you smell me when I'm attracted to someone?"

"You in particular? Not really, not unless one of us got physically close to you. I'm just sensitive to you because I, uh..." Bowser rubbed the back of his neck.

"Because you what?" Peach demanded.

"Don't make me say it."

"You're not getting off the hook, Bowser. You need to explain to me exactly why you've been smelling me. That's more than a little gross."

Bowser snarled. "I can't exactly help it, especially not when you're broadcasting yourself so strongly. You're getting hot right now, just talking with me about this."

"That's ridiculous."

"It is?" he asked, pointing a claw at the bulge in his pants. "Because I'm getting turned on just watching you blush. You like this monster stuff, admit it."

Despite Bowser's crudeness, Peach had to admit that the way he'd attuned himself to her on such an intimate level was kind of sweet.

"What do I smell like?" she asked him.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Like flowers blooming right before the sun rises, like the color of the dawn. I don't know," he said, flustered. "You smell like yourself."

"That's... actually quite lovely," Peach murmured, surprised.

"And you can't smell me at all?"

"A little, but to be honest you smell like someone set fire to a barrel of crude oil."

"Sounds about right." Bowser grinned. "Come here, let's start over."

He approached her again, and Peach allowed him to lift her into his arms.

"Kick your shoes off," he growled into her ear, and she did as he asked as he carried her to his bed and set her down on the quilt. After toeing off his own shoes, he lay down next to her and kissed the corner of her mouth. He tentatively placed his hand on her breast, carefully caressing her nipple with the flat edge of his thumb. She slipped her tongue into his mouth, and he let her explore him, gently responding to the movement of her body. The rough sensation of his fingers on her bare skin was delicious.

"Before we go any farther," she said, breaking the kiss, "is there anything else I need to know about you? If you have some sort of monster dick, you should probably go ahead and tell me."

"Damn, Peach," he breathed into her ear. "I never thought I'd hear the words 'monster dick' come out of your mouth." He kissed her earlobe, letting his tongue linger for an extra moment. "But yeah, I'm a big guy. What did you expect?"

Peach smiled and playfully batted him away. "No, I meant, does your dick have teeth or shoot fire or something ludicrous like that."

"Does my dick. Shoot. Fire." Bowser raised his eyebrows. "I guess there's only one way to find out."

"I guess so." Peach sat up, pushing Bowser down in the process. "Let's find out, then. I hope you don't mind sitting still while I investigate."

"Fine by me." Bowser propped himself up on his elbows and watched her as she undid the buckle of his belt. She slid it through its loops and dropped it beside the bed before unfastening the buttons at his waist and pushing his suit trousers down his hips and off his legs.

"Mmmm," she hummed, running her fingers along the stiff ridge that pushed up against the fabric of his shorts. "I think you're about... average."

"You must be joking," Bowser replied in a sour tone.

Peach grinned. "Of course I'm joking." She licked her lips and bent down to kiss the head of his cock as she trailed her fingers along its thick length. The fabric of his boxers was wet with his arousal. When she licked the small spot of moisture, she found that it tasted slightly spicy, but there was no caustic burn. It would be interesting to see how he felt in her mouth.

"I'm going to take these off," Peach informed him, pushing her thumbs under the waistband and allowing his cock to spring free.

"Fine by me." Bowser laughed as he kicked his shorts off. Peach pushed him back down and touched her tongue to his tip. Unlike the rest of his skin, it was as smooth as velvet. She set her lips against it and prodded its base with her tongue, enjoying the way that Bowser twitched. She joined her hand to her mouth, caressing the silky skin of his member with her fingertips. He made an inarticulate sound that was so full of need that she felt it directly between her legs.

Bowser always wore a hard shell of emotional armor, keeping people at a distance with his meanness and arrogance, but somehow she had convinced him to allow her to get close. How strange it was to be in his bed, and how fascinating it was to hold the most vulnerable part of him in her hand. She wanted to do terrible things to him, and she wanted to make him beg for more.

She circled his cock with her lips and gradually lowered her head. He was too large for her to take all of him in her mouth, so she clutched him in her fist at his root, sliding her palm over his tender flesh as she caressed him with her tongue. He made a guttural sound of satisfaction, and she began to move with more force, pleased to know that his body was at the mercy of her touch. She continued to lick and manipulate him with steady movements, and he began to stiffen with tension.

"Peach, you gotta stop," he groaned. "I'm gonna come."

Peach slowly circled the head of his cock with her tongue. "Isn't that the point?" she purred.

"No, I mean it," he said as he shifted away from her. "It's too soon."

"What are you talking about?" Peach asked, somewhat hurt. "I want you to come now so you last longer later. Doesn't this feel good to you? Or am I doing something wrong?"

Bowser sat up, moved toward her, and wrapped his arms around her. "I guess that's another thing about koopas," he said, kissing her hair. "If you don't come before I do, there's not a lot of pleasure in it for me."

"Wait, seriously?" Peach put her hands on his chest and pushed him away so that she could see his face. "You can't get off unless the girl does? But what about when you're, you know, alone?"

"I'm not gonna talk about that."

"Are you really going to tell me you haven't thought about me before? I'm insulted. You make it sound like I'm the only one who daydreams. Or do koopas not do that?"

"You've thought about me?"

The look on Bowser's face was so innocently hopeful that Peach couldn't help smiling. "Of course I have. Don't be naive."

"Yeah, okay, fine," Bowser grumbled. "I had fantasies, but doing it myself wasn't as nice as it could be. It’s just like sneezing, like releasing pressure. I needed to take care of it so that I didn't do something stupid."

"I hate to break it to you, Bowser, but it didn't help. Being stupid is one of your defining traits."

"Say what you want, but it took some serious self-restraint for me to wait for you to ask to be kidnapped. If I did what I wanted, I would've kidnapped you half a dozen times by now. At least."

"So you've finally got me in your clutches," Peach murmured, kissing his jaw. "What are you going to do now?"

"I'm going to touch you all I want," he growled and slid his hand between her legs. His claws grazed the inside of her thighs as his fingers came to rest along the curves of her valley.

"God, you're so wet, Peach," he breathed, beginning to stroke her. She was so sensitive that even the lightest brush of his fingers sent up bright sparks of pleasure. Her body responded on its own as she raised herself slightly to meet his hand. His fingers were strong, but he applied just the right amount of pressure to make her squirm. Even though he wasn't touching her directly, a slow heat was gathering deep inside her.

As he caressed her, his fingers tracing the outline of her folds, he leaned forward and kissed her. Peach welcomed him eagerly into her mouth and lightly bit his bottom lip. She reached up to stroke his sideburns before running her hands through his hair and wrapping her fingers around the base of his horn, using it as leverage as she removed the lace that separated her from him.

Bowser pressed himself against her, and the hard smoothness of his chest felt heavenly on the peaks of her breasts. Peach let her hand wander back down to the stiff length jutting from between his legs, which was still swollen with need. As his fingers continued to tease her wet folds, she gently circled the head of his cock with her thumb, demonstrating what she wanted from him.

In response he lifted the tips of his fingers to her apex and pressed his middle finger down on her clit, causing her to gasp with the sudden shock of pleasure. He curled his fingers around her sex, and suddenly Peach felt a tiny prick of pain. Surprised, she flinched.

"Peach? Are you okay?" Bowser asked, a concerned look on his face.

"I'm not sure it's a good idea for you to touch me there," she replied, drawing her legs together.

"Then give me what I really want, Peach," Bowser growled, licking his lips. "Give me what I fantasize about when I think about you. Let me taste you. You smell so goddamn good. I swear I'll be gentle. Please, Peach. I need this."

This soft rush of words surprised Peach. When had Bowser ever asked for anything? When had he ever admitted he wanted something? His breathing had grown heavier, and his eyes seemed to shine from the heat of some inner furnace. Gazing at the open need in his expression, Peach realized just how far inside his emotional walls she had gotten. Bowser would always go through the bombastic motions of attraction as they played their political games, but now he was allowing her to see the actual intensity of the base animal lust he felt for her. She was truly witnessing something secret, something much more intimate than his naked skin.

Peach gave him a lingering kiss and then gently pushed his head down. He began forging a path of kisses down her body, his tongue circling her nipples before he made his way to her stomach. He stopped just above the fork of her legs, and he repositioned himself so that he could ease her open with his hands. When he kissed her soft curls, she could no longer wait for him to lower his head. She reached down and took hold of one of his horns, guiding his face to where she needed it to be. He growled with contentment, and then his tongue was on her, licking and sucking and tasting her. The same sensation of heat that she had felt on her own tongue when she kissed him tantalized her as he slowly licked her cleft. She could feel the sharpness of his teeth under his lips, but she was starting to find the thought of him biting her arousing.

He dedicated himself fully to the task of pleasuring her, the points of his claws digging into her skin where he held her legs. His slow caresses soon turned more forceful, and she moaned as he began lashing her clit with his tongue.

Bright flares of sensation began pulsing through her swollen and tender bud. She knew she could climax if only he were a bit rougher with her. She wanted his teeth, and she wanted his claws, but more than anything, she wanted him to fill the growing sense of emptiness inside her.

"Oh, Bowser, please," she begged him shamelessly, grinding her hips against his mouth.

He pulled away and raised an eyebrow from between her legs. She could feel him grinning against her sex.

"Please? That's the first time you've ever said that to me," he whispered, his every word hot on her sensitive inner skin. "Tell me what you want, Peach."

She met his eyes. "Don't tease me," she said, breathing heavily. "It's rude."

"I'm being rude?" He licked her again, and she shivered. "Do you want to be rescued, then?"

"Don't be stupid." Peach grasped one of Bowser's horns in her hand and used it to pull his body up over hers. "I want you to show me just how much of a monster you can be."

He kissed her, the taste of his tongue burning her mouth as the smell of charcoal filled her nose. She felt his strange leathery skin press against her, and she slid her hands up his arms and around his shoulders to pull him closer. She thought about all the times they had fought, snapping at each other in petty arguments simply to have an excuse to spend time together. She thought of the moments they had stolen in hidden corners, and how they could not get enough of each other, never enough. And now, after endless goading and maneuvering, it had come to this. No space could be found for them, so she had to make it. There was no gentle way for this to happen, so he had to force it. There was no room for taking things slowly, no gentle and gradual courtship. This is what they had, and she would take it.

He positioned himself over her, the head of his shaft pressing against the petals of her lower lips, and she could feel his heartbeat between her legs. She whispered his name, and in one motion he was all the way inside her, filling her with warmth and fire. His cock was as hard as stone, and she could feel herself stretching to accommodate him. When he began moving, he brushed against a sensitive and secret spot inside of her, flooding her with sweetness. She held onto his shoulders as their bodies found a rhythm together, pushing and pulling and rising and falling. Each of his thrusts was a small wave in a surging tide of pleasure.

The thick club of his sex pounded an insistent beat through her softest skin, each grind and thrust pushing her closer to the edge. He growled deep in his throat as he attempted to restrain himself. Peach could feel his teeth clenched together against her neck. Clearly he was struggling to hold himself back. She noticed that his body had stiffened, every muscle taut with the anticipation of his release. His cock was like a steel rod inside of her. It was maddeningly hot, and he felt so good, but she needed something more.

Bowser seemed to sense this. He shifted his position above her, withdrawing himself almost fully as he reached down to place his thumb on the throbbing button of her clit. The tip of his claw pressed into her skin as he began to apply pressure to her most sensitive spot, caressing it in tight circles. Her muscles clutched the tip of his cock, which was angled to hit the perfect area just inside her. His breathing was ragged in her ear, and she moaned his name as her pleasure rose. And then she couldn't help herself – she begged him to fill her, grabbing the strong muscles of his back to anchor herself against the undertow that threatened to sweep her away.

He smiled against her skin, apparently taking pleasure in teasing her, but then he was overcome by his own lust. He pushed himself into her slick channel all the way to the hilt, and the sensation exploded like stars as she came. With a few more thrusts, he climaxed along with her, sending hot jets of his seed deep inside her as he shuddered above her. The moment of pure ecstasy seemed to last forever.

When Peach finally returned to herself, Bowser was gazing down at her, a hungry gleam still in his eyes.

"How was it?" he asked, still breathing heavily.

"Not bad." She smiled up at him. "I could get used to being kidnapped."

"How much time do you think it'll take your people to send someone to rescue you?"

"I wouldn't give them too much credit. We've got time."

"Yeah?" Bowser reached up and smoothed her hair back from her forehead. "Time for what?"

"You were a real beast in bed," Peach said, pushing him down and pulling herself up over him. "Someone needs to tame you."

Suddenly her phone rang from somewhere inside the discarded ruffles of her dress. It was the ringtone of the toad she'd assigned to handle anyone that her councilors might send after her.

"I should probably get that," Peach apologized. She stood up, retrieved her phone, and swiped the screen on. She was immediately hit with a barrage of babbling, but she only had to listen for a moment to catch the gist of it.

"Apparently Mario's here," she said to Bowser, holding the phone away from her face.

He scowled and made an impatient gesture. "Tell him we're busy," he grumbled.

"You know I can't say that."

"Do you want me to go outside and take care of him?" Bowser asked, making a show of cracking his knuckles.

"Don't be such a brute."

"I thought that's what you liked about me."

Peach rolled her eyes, knowing that she wouldn't get any help from Bowser. The toad still hadn't stopped talking.

"Tell Mario," she said, her voice cutting into his jabber like a knife made of sugar, "that his journey to rescue the princess has only just begun. Tell him that I'm in another castle."

The toad was silent for a moment but soon resumed his relentless soliloquy. Peach touched the screen to end the call without listening to him, her nail clicking against the glass.

"Get back over here, woman," Bowser called to her from the bed. "I'm not done kidnapping you yet."

Peach smiled to herself, wondering if she could keep Bowser going long enough for Mario to make it through all of his castles. Now that she thought about it, this had the potential to become an interesting game, and she was very much looking forward to playing it.

[jabberz]

So usually when I go on a spiral of negative drowning it’s nothing but a sea of angst in my head. Voices telling me, stop, there’s no point, you’ll never make it, etc etc.

But for once. There was one voice. Quieter, and sweeter than the rest.

--

“But what if I fail? Or what if... there’s already someone better than me doing that?”

So what? Do it anyway.

“What’s the point? If there are literally millions of other people out there like me doing the same thing?”

The point, is that they aren’t you. They may do what they do really well, but they can’t bring your thoughts, your feelings, your soul to life. You shouldn’t be afraid to just let it out and have fun, trust me, you’re really good too. It’s just hard to feel that way with all this noise in your head.

“How can I get rid of them? The bad voices I mean?...”

Heck, even I don’t know sweetie. But I know this. This is the first time in a long time that you’ve heard me, and that makes me very happy. I hope we can talk again soon. 

“Yeah...me too.”

I recently hit a roadblock with my art. It’s very hard to keep it up when something happens either irl or online that shakes my confidence. I also have trouble drawing when I just have too much going on, for example this morning is the start of day 3/7 in this work week for me. It’s not always easy to balance that and working out, trying to diet better and maybe spend a smidgeon of time with some pals.

I’ve always sorta... lacked confidence. You could say it was abuse growing up that did it. Various trauma in my life... whatever the reason... I have a massive inferiority complex and shame mentality. Like no matter how hard I try or work, I don’t deserve anything good in my life because of X?

It’s why I’ve always looked up to characters like Bowser and even on the opposite side of the spectrum, Rainbow Dash. People that exude confidence, not just because they think they’re better than everyone, but because they believe in themselves.

I made a promise to change. To somehow better myself and be the best “version” of “Jabberz” so far. 2017. My goal is to just be overall in a better places, in mind, body and soul by my birthday. 

It’s not always easy. But I know I’m loved. and my friends and family have been there for me when I truly needed them most. The only true obstacle that’s stopping me from achieving more of what I want... is me. It’s time to convince myself, that I am strong, that I’m more than what my thoughts say I am. That I’m sweeter and kinder than I think. That it’s okay to be gentle and loving. That being “a man” doesn’t mean being a jerk or a loner or just in pain all the time and shrugging it off because that’s not what true strength is. Strength to me, is taking all you’ve been through, all your going to go through and saying it’s gonna be okay. It’s not always gonna be easy, but I’ll be okay.

A little stronger every day. A little more love in every way.

“God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.”