#i can't stop laughing this is the 2nd time this has happened

[airenyah]

not cooking crush getting all dramatic

but the only thing i can think is

this is hidden agenda fuck music

[vhaos-chaotic-writing]

D-16 (TFO) x Cybertronian!Reader

The prettiest bot I've ever seen in my whole life ( do not tell Starscream I said that ♪(´▽｀) ) - I kid you not, not a single Megatron has ever moved my heart as Transformers: One did. D-16 got me giggling, crying and screaming at the same time. Gender Neutral Cybertronian Reader!

WARNING: Spoilers from the movie (Transformers One 2024). First love to Angst.

I have two scenarios on mind: 1) You are another miner that works alongside Orion Pax, D-16 and the others. Or 2) You work on something else, You and D-16 getting to catch each other on daily basis from time to time, but never interact.

1st scenario gives me the vibes that you two get to always chat and work together, watching Orion drag D-16 to his little disastrous adventures and D-16 smiling at you awkwardly whenever that happens.

But you don't mind (you get worried sometimes, of course), always giving D-16 a soft smile or a lively chuckle as you go back to work.

And you don't get to see how Orion teases his best friend at how he is smiling like a dumb. D-16 tries to deny it... to then gush to his best friend about you. "Did you see how they smiled at me? They're so... (sigh) perfect."

2nd scenario would be a slow burn type situation - both of you always wondering about... well, everything!

And the first interaction both of you had was when, by pure coincidence, found each other in the middle of a busy day, among many walking by bots.

"Hello, m-my designation is-" / "Hi, I'm so happy to..." both of you start at the same time, fell silent and then laugh together at each other's interruption.

You get to see how D-16 and Orion end at the race, celebrating their ups and worry at their downs, even more at how D-16 got hurt nearly at the end of the race.

After that... it was like he vanished. And while you prayed to Primus for him to be safe and sound, he would be thinking about you from time to time the whole journey.

As you would keep going with your job (growing tired and tired for the sudden high demand of shifts at the mines or feel like something bad was about to happen) - D-16 would slowly spiral between rage, confusion, realizations and the worst thing - to find out about the whole true and how not only him and his friends were stolen from their freedom and right to transform... but you were also a victim. Just like them. Just like all of them.

With the 1st scenario... It brings you joy to see Orion back at the mines, now changed and looking like a true transformer. And your spark breaks at finding out about the true - but the words of the new changed Orion brings you hope.

But you can´t shake this concerned feeling inside of your spark. Where is D-16?

With the 2nd scenario... you are a sea of feelings, confusion and fear, not knowing why there was suddenly so much chaos and - wait, is that... Dee? But... he looks so different! Like Orion, but there is something else that makes your spark tremble.

And hell - you cover your mouth with your servos at the sight of Orion being shot, at watching how D-16 tries to save him but then decide to let him fall. You watch how Elita nearly jumps after Orion's body and Bee stop her.

The worst part? After witnessing Sentinel's brutal murder, Dee- no, Megatron's speech and how he takes Megatronus t-cog and change even more... you feel your spark break even more the moment your optics and his find each other.

Bright yellow optics found (color) optics in the middle of a busy day... and there was nothing but new found feelings. But now... aggressive red optics find (color) optics... and while the red optics try to remain strong, they can't help but soften at the sight of how your (color) optics hold fear. As if you were watching the optics of an unknown bot.

How badly he wanted to go after you and hold you - to tell you he finally avenged you just like he did for himself and everyone else...

We all know how it goes - Orion comes back now as Optimus Prime and defeats Megatron.

And before Megatron leaves Iacon - he looks after you. And your optics meet for the last time.

And you swear you got to see the same D-16 you met the very first time in your whole life.

And Megatron knows he has changed, from the top of his helm to the last atom of his pedes. But something never changed in him.

His love for you.

"... The only thing I'll ever regret was never tell them how I felt."

Well damn I hurt myself with this I guess o(TヘTo) Vhaos out!

[harleehazbinfics]

Sly

a/n: im brushing up on how to write for lucifer. i missed him 😭

During the fall of man, there was chaos among the order of the angels. With heaven's very own Lucifer being the catalyst of it all, it had sent all the elders in a frenzy and leading to his eventual fall from grace.

You were but a child when it all happened. They all used his name as a threat, to scare off angels that dare defy the rules. However, you didn't quite understand why he was condemned from heaven for merely dreaming, and why couldn't he be redeemed by asking for forgiveness. Isn't that what your principles were? You confronted your mother about this, but in fear that she would lose you she begged you to stop speaking about the matter.

From then on, you stopped talking about it. Up until a fateful occurrence.

You were rushing your way towards your office, a tall stack of papers in your arms and as you guessed it, rushing when you can't even see in front of you is a really bad idea.

"Oops, I'm sorry! I'm really sorry!" You cried holding the remaining paper in your arms. The person who bumped into you used their magic to lift sheets of paper off the ground and back onto your stack.

"Oh, it's fine. What's the rush?" A familiar voice of a man calls while he was helping you.

"I need to bring this report to the virtues. Hopefully, the meeting hasn't started yet," you explain, "Thank you, Sir Michael! Would you like to walk with.. me.. there..?"

You look up at the male in a daze as you figure out it wasn't Michael at all. Though they look similar and act the same way, it definitely wasn't him. He wore a distinct white top hat with a snake coiled around the base with accents of red, you trailed down to his face seeing his apple cheeks and awkward sharp toothed smile from being mistaken for his brother as he clutched onto his apple cane.

"O-oh! I'm terribly sorry for not noticing, Sir Lucifer!" You apologized, cheeks heating up from embarrassment.

"Oh it's fine. I get that a lot," he chuckles charmingly.

You blush at your mistake and how irrefutably handsome he was. He has a kind smile that seemed to wane ever so often with how downcast his eyebrows fell. It was as if he felt uncomfortable being here.

Your tug your lips into a thin line before cheerfully saying, "Is there anywhere in particular you're going? I'd love to be your escort!"

He seems dumbfounded at how an angel was kind enough to talk to him so candidly. Weren't there tales about his disobedience spread across of heaven? If this matter didn't require his attendance, he would have never come at all. However, seeing your gentle kindness made it seem worth while.

"Oh, couldn't possibly bother you. Aren't you late for a meeting anyway?" he refuses gently, pointing at the papers.

"Oh, it's fine!" you blush, "I'd be honored to spend some time with you!"

He quirks his eyebrow at you with a smug smile, making you splutter at your mistake, "I meant--as your guide! Yes! I don't have those kinds of intentions towards you! I apologize if it seemed that way!"

He gives you an attractive laugh and uses his magic to lift the paper off your hands and levitate beside you. Saving you the trouble of carrying them everywhere. He gestures his hand forward and replies, "Then shall we?"

You beam him a smile and escorted him to his meeting room, while giving him an update on the changes that were made since he's been gone. He looked less tense when you first bumped into each other and even chimed a joke or two in your conversation.

Not before long, you arrived at the door now carrying the paper in your hands. Giving him a big smile while he carefully walks forward to the door.

"It was nice talking to you, Sir Lucifer," you say a blush adorning your cheeks which he found adorable on you.

"I enjoyed our time together, (y/n). Hopefully, we can meet again someday," he replies with a smile of his own.

You gave him one final smile and started to walk down the hallway. But before you could take your 2nd step, he says something that made you blush from your cheeks to your ears and nape.

"By the way, you can just call me Lucifer. I'm divorced," he calls with a flirtatious smirk before entering the room.

His gesture makes you blush from the top of your head to your toes at his comment, calling him sly in your head. You shake your head trying to gain your composure as you trotted to your office. But it doesn't wipe the stupid smile you had on your face.

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[throwaway-yandere]

Ansy maybe I can send an idea about this. Maybe this yandere is turning into a zombie/monster, Reader sacrifices or willingly let's the yandere eat reader so the yandere wouldn't hurt others. Other idea, Yandere is a monster/cannibal and reader has a flesh that is very addicting to eat so yandere feels guilty for eating their darling but can't as darling tastes so delicious.

A/n: I'm actually currently writing the prompt I got earlier so here's some short ideas. also, what's up with me writing cannibalism fics for two older brothers with blue-white color schemes?? *shrug*. I'll go with the 2nd idea-ish (I'll tweak it again) in this one. First time doing headcanons so... I'll adios lol.

Content Tags: hello its yandere cannibalism lmao + Whodunit spoilers

YANDERE CANNIBAL!SUNDAY who strangely takes too long to respond to his childhood friend's messages. You're starting to get worried that he's spending too much time inside the dreamscape. Although your race greatly differs from his- being an ordinary human resident and all- you heard numerous stories that Halovians tend to carnally seek glamorous feasts after hosting series of events.

YANDERE CANNIBAL!SUNDAY who finally replied to your recent message, telling you "DON'T COME, PLEASE." with bold capital letters. You can only raise an eyebrow, considering you're already on his front door with a fruit basket at hand. In hindsight, perhaps you should've considered giving him a heads-up beforehand instead of rudely announcing your visit. But you are genuinely worried for his overall wellbeing, especially given what happened to his sister.

And perhaps, you were also just looking for someone who could understand your grief as well. He wasn't the only one stripped of their family so suddenly. The thought of your friend starving himself had pushed your own sadness away in favor of sheer platonic worry. That was how strong your bond was.

YANDERE CANNIBAL!SUNDAY who shook, mortified at the knocks on his front door. As much as possible, he can't let you in. The current nightmare he calls "HUNGER" was an unforgiving beast. He leaned against the other side of the closed door, breathing heavily.

"(Y/n), n-now is not the time for a visit! Forgive me for this crudeness, but I shan't open the door at present." You hear him inhale shakily. "To have you see me like this undermines all the work I've put in our... friendship."

You sighed. "Alright, I'm sorry. But... can I please just leave this on your porch?"

"... I will not bar you from doing so..."

"Thank you."

YANDERE CANNIBAL!SUNDAY whose hands refused to stop trembling. You're so close. He can almost taste you behind that door. A chill runs down his spine as he noticed just how much his mouth was watering at the thought of taking a bite.

YANDERE CANNIBAL!SUNDAY who thought himself most detestable for his cravings. The Odes of Harmony preaches honesty among its many virtues, and he would drown himself for omitting the grim truth from you. THEY will not be happy with this relapse of his.

YANDERE CANNIBAL!SUNDAY who bit his thumb, drawing blood. THEY wouldn't endorse this behavior from a representative of the Family.

YANDERE CANNIBAL!SUNDAY who looked at his bleeding finger and laughed sorrowfully at the lingering question on his mind.

Whose blood was it? His... or THEIRS?

Sunday could never be at ease after committing this crime. A Halovian like himself would never allow their vision to be clouded in red, and it appears the devil had saw an opportunity to hurl at two birds with one stone. But that would be an inaccurate way to describe it. His wings had not been clipped; he had brutally torn it away himself.

Penacony's most shrewd man lied to the arrogant fool that evening. There were four murders in that timeframe. One was a stowaway, the other was his precious sister, and the last pair was both your father and mother.

THEIR vision of a happy future for you did not welcome HIM.

All he recalls now was their polite disapproval turned screams when he made an attempt to ask for their blessing. Sunday only realized what he had done the moment he had sunk his teeth down your mother's arm, noticing how your father was already but boney remains of himself.

This Halovian ancestry's secret... it served him no good.

Why was he born into this race and why wasn't he raised just like you?

"Watchmaker... How can I ever forgive myself for this...?"

How can he dare proclaim to mete out justice when he deserves to be served the same sentence? "Sunday" himself is a transgressor, unworthy of yielding Harmony's name.

What heathen he was, to partake in flesh and blood that was not for his stomach simply because they both smelled just like you. What heretic he was, to place anger and hunger above his better judgement.

What karma it was, to find out his sister has been killed in his moments of guilt.

What retribution it was, to face that what he had done to others, will be done unto him.

[lucky-lucky-duck]

Forget You, Forget-Me-Not

A continuation based on a reply to my Vaga Snapshot post that i'm writing between cram sessions. The semester ends in 2 days and I'm dying, but it's fine. c: Everything is fine. c: I'm gonna start on the matchup in a couple days when my load lightens, this is just a late night creative outlet for stress c':

Leo Kurosagi x Vagastrom Ghoul Reader (2nd person pov and gender neutral)

Leo goes too far in an argument, and I'll fill this out tomorrow. For now, it's sad. Reader nearly gives up on braking the curse causing the people around them to slowly forget they exist. Fuck I'm tired

Morning edit - I fixed a couple of spelling mistakes, but the description made me laugh so it stays. I'm still fucking tired.

"I'm passing the phone to a No-Name NPC who is so unremarkable that the faculty evaluators actually forgot they existed."

You're ignoring him. It's been four days, and you've barely said a word to anyone, but everyone knows that Leo is somehow the culprit.

It doesn't really matter, you think with dull amusement. Sho and Alan had both been out at the time; the only witnesses to your humiliation were you, Leo, and the general students. Leo's too busy trying to bait you into argument to gloat about his win to the others, and you aren't about to tell them yourself.

The general students are a non-issue, too. Most of them struggle to remember your name most days, they're not about to suddenly start remembering gossip about you.

The thing is, you've had fights with Leo before. Hell, fighting with Leo has something of a hobby to you once you started sharing a living space with him. There's just something about him that brings out the worst in you. The vicious snake-like part, that coils up with anticipation and prepares to strike when you see Leo enter the room. You used to think of it as something that you both secretly look forward to, once the vitriol died down and your metaphorical fight-to-the-death turned into elementary-school bullying.

He's never brought up your curse like that before. It's been tit-for-tat, both of you giving just as good as you get. It's supposed to be fun.

You squash the pang of longing in your chest with snarled anger, only to be drenched in an icy kind of apathy. There are lines both of you choose not to cross these days (you were under that impression at the time, at least.), and the waning acknowledgment of your existence had definitely been one of them. Christ, you didn't exactly pour salt onto Leo's obvious abandonment wounds during these fights, did you?

"What did Leo do to you?" Sho's voice snaps you out of your thoughts.

"Nothing, why do you ask?" Your voice scrapes lifelessly as you meet his eyes with a small, strained grin.

"Really? Then what, you've been moping around the dorms the past few days because you enjoy the smell of sweat and motor oil?"

"You know me, can't get enough of the ol' sugar and spice." The attempted banner falls flat as you make to slip around him and head for your dorm at the end of the hall, only to be held in place with a single strong hand on your wrist. "You ever tried shake weights?"

"Stop," he shuts down your distraction. "You know he's a rat bastard, right? You can't take what he says personally. We're going to find a way to break the curse."

So, Leo told Sho what happened after all, has he?

Sho's words slow to a stop when he notices the dead-eyes and scowl that have overtaken your forceful nonchalance from earlier.

"I wasn't lying, I'm not angry at Leo for what he said to me," Apart from the fact that you kind of are. "He wasn't exactly wrong."

"Shut up already!" You don't turn your head to look at Leo as he appears in the corridor. Figures he would listen in on a private conversation. It's probably him who sent Sho to find you in the first place. Bastards.

In the end, the choice is made for you, and a new set of hands grip your shoulders, yanking you face-to-face with the person you wanted to see least.

"Are you telling me I've been wasting my time on someone this fucking pathetic?" The words would hurt more if the expression on Leo's face were less desperate. If anyone looks pathetic here, it's him. "Of course. You would be willing to sit back and watch as you sink into irrelevance, wouldn't you? If that's what you want, fine." It's funny how adept you've become at interpreting Leo's mannerisms after all of the fighting.

For all of the accusations and insults, the only thing you see in front of you is a hissing kitty cat desperately trying to make amends in the only way it knows how. It's a shit apology, but... Leo isn't the type to put on this type of fit unless he feels threatened and cornered, and, as far as you are aware, the only threat being posed at the moment is you walking away from him.

Your bar sure has sunk low these days, yikes.

"That would probably hurt more if you weren't still gripping my shoulders like we're in a steamy novel. Do you have fantasies of pinning me down often?" You're promptly shoved away and insulted once more, free to turn back and walk back toward your dorm without sparing either boy behind you a glance.

As you prepare yourself for bed, you notice the ache in your chest loosening just enough to let you breath deeply. If just for tonight, you'll fall asleep free from the fear that tomorrow will be the day you finally wake up as a stranger.

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: I woke up on the weird side of the bed today so, yeah. I don't usually write like this. But change is the spice of life, right? I read this as many times as I could to make sure I got everything. If I missed anything that should say "he", "him" or "Mikey", please let me know! I initially didn't know who I was going to make this about and I may not have caught all of those things. Thanks!!

C/W ::: Mikey (Tok_Rev) x F.reader/roommate, language, pillow licking & sniffing, dirty day-old boxer fucking, masturbation, lip biting (vvv brief mention of blood), oral F->M & M->F, quick deepthroating, anal, fingers->ass, names: slut, whore, little fuck, pet names: good girl, F->begging, "gonna punish you again if you ...", overuse of italics

WC ::: 2,100 (ish)

You walk out of your room, sleep still heavy in your eyes. Mikey is in the kitchen, pouring himself a 2nd cup of coffee. "Hey," you say releasing a big yawn, "pour me one? Please?"

He looks up and smiles at you, taking in your cute, soft body stretching the material of your worn old band shirt. The writing on the front is so illegible that you can't even see who the hell the band was to begin with. It hugs you perfectly, they think.

"Sure." He reaches out to the shelf in front of him and pulls down a cup to fill for you. You're already pulling the creamer from the fridge, probably giving them a fair view of your ass in your cute little panties. If they were looking, that is.

But there's no shame between roommates, no. You're both mature adults who can maintain a platonic relationship with one another.

"Thanks," is all you say as you stir the milky white flavoring into the dark liquid. You take a sip and wince at how hot it is against your tongue. "Fuck, is that a new coffee maker? It's hot as shit. Could have warned me, man."

You start heading back to your room, but then stop. "What uh, what time will you be home today?" It's a seemingly innocuous question. Though it strikes Mikey as odd. You never really ask when he'll be home.

"Why? You gonna have a big party while I'm out?" He jokes.

Blinking at them with a blank stare you fake a laugh. "Ha, yeah. You know me. I'm a party animal. Anyway, when?"

Mikey narrows his eyes, "I dunno. Around 5? Same as always. I gotta run. I'll see you." Hes pick up his backpack and coffee and heads out the door. You hear his bike start and pull out onto the street until it gets so quiet you can no longer could make out its rumble.

Glancing at the clock on the wall above the kitchen table, it's 7:40 AM. You have all day before he comes home. Finishing your coffee, you walk down the hallway and stand in front of his door.

There is a voice screaming in your head about how you need to stop doing this. How it's a complete violation of Mikey's privacy - and not to mention, just pretty fucking disgusting. But you can't.

You can't stop climbing into his bed after he leaves for the day. You can't stop burying your face in his pillow while you rub yourself on his most recently worn pair of boxers. Mikey's scent has far exceeded intoxicating to you by this point. And though you can't even remember how long you've been doing this, you do know that it's been happening for too fucking long.

Lately, you've even caught yourself slipping up. Talking about something you saw in his room that you don't think you were even supposed to be aware of.

There's not a doubt in your mind, you need to stop. But first, you need to be more careful.

However, today is not that day. You turn the knob on his door and help yourself to the bed as if it were your very own. His room still smells of that heavy sleep smell. Morning breath and man sweat and BO. And it doesn't turn you off like it probably should. Nah, it turns you on in the sickest way.

You pull the blanket back and see the outline of his body imprinted on the sheets. It's still warm from when he was there not so long ago. You take your clothes off and lay there, imagining him. Imagining that he is still here, in bed with you. That he is holding you and that he wants to fuck you just as badly as you want to fuck him and not his stuff.

You grab his pillow and shove your nose into it, taking in his scent as close to the source as you could get without swallowing him whole. There's a little splop of drool on his dark gray pillowcase and you lick at it. Anything at this point to have a piece of him inside of you.

You begin to rub your clit. It's already wet and thrumming at the thought of him. Of his smell in your nose, his spit on your tongue. You keen as you get yourself closer and closer to cumming. You can feel it building in your belly, you're getting so close.

Your breaths are coming quicker, your tits are jiggling as you bounce yourself around on your fingers - that will never measure up to what his cock would feel like being fucked into your cunt. You bite your lip and you taste blood, but you don't care.

You cum hard, harder than you have in months. You're moaning his name over and over and over, wishing he was here to fuck you like you want him to. Like you NEED him to.

And you hear the front door as it opens. You hear Mikey's voice call out to you and it all comes crashing down.

"Hey, I forgot something, just ran back to gr-" he says, until he walks into his bedroom. "Y/n, what ... the ... fuck ... are you ... doing?"

You scramble to cover yourself as you try to make up some excuse for why you were in here. But it's too late. You know it is.

"You sick, sick, little fuck."

"I - I - I - I ..." you stutter out, unable to form a coherent sentence.

"The actual fuck do you think you're doing in here? In my bed." Mikey looks at what's between your legs, "and my boxers?"

You get up, pulling on your clothes as quickly as you can. Your hands are shaking and your heart is racing. You don't know what to say or do, so you just leave.

You walk passed him, to go, you feel a hand come down on your ass. "You fucked up, big time. And now? You're gonna fuckin' fix it." He gestures for you to go back to their bed. "Go on. Slut."

You do as you're told, hoping he won't kill you after what you'd just been caught doing. And as you watch Mikey take his clothes off, you realize that this might not be going the way you expected it to. But it might be easier if he did just kill you.

"Knees." He orders.

"What?"

He raises an eyebrow at you, "Fucking. Knees."

You obey and drop to your knees, your face level with his dick. "Suck."

Without saying a word, he opens your mouth and shoves himself in. Mikey grabs the back of your head and pulls you forward, making you gag. And he doesn't care. You deserve it for being such a little slut.

He fucks your mouth, thrusting his hips into your face, slapping his balls against your chin, until he pushes you off. "Up."

You do as you're told. "Face the bed. Bend over."

Again, you do as you're told. You feel him spread your ass and rub his cock against you. You can feel it pulsing between your cheeks. "Please. Please ..." You say softly.

"You don't deserve mercy, you little whore. Unless you're begging for something else? What'd you have in mind, hm? You gonna make this up to me? You fucking pervert."

You can't see it, but Mikey is smiling at your exposed cunt. It's dripping wet and begging to be filled. He spit on his hand and rubbed it on his dick before spitting on his fingers and rubbing it around your asshole.

He pushes two fingers into you, slowly, while rubbing your clit with his other hand. Mikey pumps his fingers in and out of you, stretching you open. You moan and whimper at the feeling of fingers inside of you, at the sensation of being touched like this.

"Fuck me, please. Fuck me. I want to feel you inside of me. I've wanted it for so long." You whimper. You sound so pitiful but can't help yourself.

Mikey laughs at how pathetic you sound. He pulls his fingers out and spreads your ass again. "Beg for it. Beg ... for my cock, slut."

You feel him press the head of his dick against your hole. It's throbbing and you're about ready to explode. "Please! Please fuck me!"

Mikey eases his cock into you slowly. You gasp at the feeling of it stretching you open. It hurts ... but it's so fucking good. He thrusts into you hard and fast, filling you up and fucking you like the little whore you both know you are.

Mikey grunts and moans as he pounds your ass. You can feel him getting close as he pulls out of you and cums all over your back. It drips down between your cheeks and onto the floor. "If you were a good girl, I'd have cum inside of you. But here we are," he whispered against your skin.

He smacks your ass and you feel his hands gripping your hips tightly. "Turn around. Lay down."

You do as you're told and lay down on your back. He climbs on top of you and straddles your hips. "Open." Mikey says, grabbing your jaw.

He spits on your tongue, "Swallow."

You swallow his spit. "Good girl. Now, let's see, ultimately, just how good you can be."

He grabs your tits and squeezes them, pinching your nipples and pulling on them, assaulting your chest, leaving marks and bruises. You moan and arch your back, loving the feeling of his weight on you. The attention he's finally giving you.

Mikey kisses and licks and bites his way down to your pussy and buries his face between your legs. His tongue wandered around on your clit and he put a finger in your pussy, making you squirm.

He pulled back and smiled, "You like that? Don't you, you little slut?"

You nod your head and whimper, "Yes."

Chuckling, he spits on your clit and rubs it with the pad of his thumb. He starts lapping at your cunt so feverishly that it sounds like a dog drinking water from a bowl. Licking and sucking and biting at your clit so dedicatedly that you feel yourself getting closer to another orgasm.

"Please, please, please let me cum. Let me cum," you beg him.

Mikey looks up at you, his face soaked from your juices, "You want to cum? You want me ... to make you cum?"

You nod your head furiously, "Yes, yes, yes."

"Did you not? Earlier, I mean. Because your pussy was pretty fucking wet when I walked in."

You whimper and shake your head, "No, not like this. Not with you."

He smiles, "You're such a little fuck, you know that?"

You furrow your brow as he starts to rub your clit again. He sucks on your tits, making you writhe beneath him. He's biting and nipping at your sensitive skin. It's the most exquisite pain you've ever felt.

"Do you want to cum now, baby girl?" He asks, as he rubs your clit, harder and faster. Faster and harder.

You moan and nod your head, "Y-yeh-hess, please! Please, please."

He smirks at you and stops touching you all at once. "You gonna stop breakin' into my room and fuckin' my dirty clothes?"

The question caught you off guard. Fucking his day-old boxers was the furthest thing from your mind right now. "Wh-wha -"

He starts in rubbing your clit again, even faster and harder than before, "I asked you a fucking question."

"Yes! Yes, I'll stop! I'll ... I promise to stop, Mikey."

He smiles at you and keeps rubbing your clit until you feel that warm, bubbling feeling in your stomach again. "Cum for me, baby girl."

You twist and turn beneath him as you cum. Your pussy clenches around nothing as he keeps rubbing you until you feel like you can't take it anymore.

As you come down, he looks at you and gives you a sly smile. "Good. You wanna be a good girl for me, huh?"

You nod your head. "Yes. Yes. Yes ... I'll be so good for you."

Mikey chuckles, "You better be. Or else."

He gives you a long kiss on the forehead and stands up. "I'm going back to work. Don't do anything stupid. I'll be home in a few hours."

You lay there, naked and spent, unable to even think about doing anything but sleep. "Yes, sir." You say softly.

Mikey walks out of his room and goes back to work, leaving you in a state of blissful exhaustion.

"Wait," you call out, "what if I can't be good for you? What if I just ... can't stop?"

He turns and looks at you, a calm look on his sweet face. "Well, I guess you'll just have to learn your lesson all over again, won't you?"

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[anime-fan-05]

Can I ask you for a mini first kiss scenario with Naruto, Sasuke, Sai, Shikamaru, Gaara, Kakashi, Obito and Itachi? You can also divide it into several parts if that is more convenient for you.

Thank you very much!

Naruto ~First kiss 1st part~

Manga/anime: Naruto

Warnings: spoilers of all the manga/anime

(Y/N): your name

I divided the scenario into two parts: 2nd part is here.

I discovered my boyfriend Naruto's weakness: tickle. Every time I touched him, he started laughing so hard.

Because of this, I started giving him tickling attacks every time he came home.

That's why I'm lying on the ground now, while he's on top of me tickling me.

"Ahahah ahahah! Naruto, stop! Please!" He's killing me!

"No! So you learn to do this to me every day, -ttebayo!" He really wants to make me pay.

After ten minutes of torture, he finally stops, so I have time to realize our position: I'm lying on the carpet in our house while he straddles me, holding my wrists with one hand and tickling me with the other. I blush immediately.

Naruto also seems to have noticed our position, but he doesn't move away as I thought, instead he brings his face closer to mine.

"N-Naruto? What are you doing?" Now our faces are just a few centimeters apart.

"I love you, -ttebayo."

Then he leans in and briefly captures my lips with his in a soft, tender kiss.

Where is he? Sasuke should have already returned home from one of his journeys! I'm so worried! What if something happened to him? It's also raining today, what do I do if he gets injured? I don't know any medical jutsu, how will I heal him?

Now I'm outside, looking out on the porch, nervously waiting for my boyfriend to arrive, but as the hours pass, I feel more and more tired and then, without even realizing it, I end up falling asleep on the porch of the house.

Huh? Am I in my bed? What am I doing here? Hadn't I fallen asleep on the porch? Is Sasuke back? Did he bring me here?

"You finally woke up." Sasuke!

Without even thinking about it, I run to hug him and tears come out of my eyes without me even understanding why.

"Sasuke, you're back! Why were you gone so long? Do you know how much you made me worry?!" In response, he lowers his head and presses his forehead against mine and he runs his thumb gently over my cheek.

"Sorry for being gone so long and for making you worry. However, being away from you made me realize one thing: I love you more than words can express."

After confessing, he places his lips on mine in a very sweet kiss.

Sai and I are drawing in the park. In reality, he is drawing, while I am looking at him, instead of painting.

"Are you ok, artwork? You're staring at me."

"A-artwork?"

"You are extremely beautiful, like and artwork. Can't I call you that?" How can he give such nice compliments so easily?

"Anyway, I finished my drawing. Do you want to see it?" I nod.

He hands me his paper and I begin to admire it. It's really beautiful: his drawing represents me and him, holding hands and walking through the streets of Konoha. The most beautiful part is Sai's smile: it's such a pure and sincere smile. I wish he always smiled like that.

"Your smile is beautiful, Sai: it's so pure and sincere."

"I'd like to smile like that. The only time I did this was while I was with Naruto." An idea comes to me.

"Sai, I'll make you smile." He frowns in confusion.

"How?"

"Trust me, Sai, and close your eyes."

"I trust you." he says, closing his eyes. My heart leaps at this confession.

So, I move closer to him and one of my hands cups his cheek. He flinches slightly at my touch, but immediately relaxes and his eyes remain closed.

"What are you doing?" His voice was soft, almost a whisper.

"Kiss you." I say just as softly, leaning forward to finally press my lips against his.

BONUS:

In the end, he smiled sincerely and asked me to do it again.

I'm in front of Nara's house. I came to try to talk to Shikamaru, my boyfriend. I'm very worried because, since Asuma died, he still hasn't left the house and has always refused to see anyone, including me.

After saying hello to Yoshino, I go to his room. Shika is lying on his bed.

"Shika?" I try to catch his attention.

"What do you want?" His voice is so cold it almost gives me shivers.

"I just wanted to see if you were okay. I'm your girlfriend, I care about you."

"Leave me alone, (Y/N)."

"No. I'll stay until I make sure you're okay. Shika, I feel so bad seeing you like this."

"GO AWAY, (Y/N)!" He screams, suddenly getting up from the bed.

Without giving him time to respond, I throw myself into a hug, tears streaming down my cheeks. This gesture shocks and agitates him, in fact he remains immobile, even if I hold him tight.

"Shika, cry, please: you need to vent. And even if you cry, I will always be there to dry your tears; even if you cry, I will never let you go." And with that, he breaks down and he holds me and cries.

He cries and screams for hours on my shoulder. After he stops crying, he breaks away from my embrace.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Yes, thank you, (Y/N). And sorry for before."

"Apology accepted, but you'll have to make it up to me."

"All that you want."

An idea comes to mind: "Kiss me."

His eyes widen slightly and a light blush spreads across his cheeks, but he still comes closer, bends over slightly and cups my cheeks in his hands.

Before I can say a word, he presses his lips against mine.

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[sinner-sunflower]

A HH Lucifer-centric AU 6/?

PART 1 , PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22

So excited!!

If any of ya have any theories, I would love to hear them!

Sorry if it's short. Still in weekend mode heh.

The line for the snippet is an Adventure Time reference. Guess which character said it.

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Everyone held their breath. Nothing can be heard except for Valentino's angry growls.

After what happened with moth overlord (was he even still an overlord with no souls contracts left? They need to have a meeting about that), none of the remaining overlords spoke up in defiance. They were at least aware that they can't win against the literal King of Hell, more so with the presence of the other Sins and loyal hellborns.

With no more issues, Lucifer dismiss them.

Alastor stands by the door as he grins at the exiting demons. He hums a tune when Vees left.

Alastor: Nature abhors a power vacuum ~

Vox: The fuck did you just say?!

Alastor: Nothing, old friend ~

Rosie says goodbye to Charlie first before giving him a cheek pat as she leaves.

Rosie: Do come by Cannibal Town, my friend. I still have a few angel limbs for a lovely brunch.

Alastor: I wouldn't miss it for the world.

The Radio demon gives a derogatory glance at Valentino and giggles.

Alastor: Though I feel like another one of our speedy overlord meeting is in order.

Rosie laughs and said her final goodbye.

It's only the Sins and the residents left. Lucifer asks Charlie and the others to go up the 2nd floor for a while as he has something to talk about the Sins privately.

Charlie: Okay. But dad.. Are you okay?

Lucifer: Of course, sweetie. Just a bit stressed.

She wasn't satisfied with her dad's answer but she knows she won't be able to get him to admit anything right now.

Charlie joins her friends on the upper floor and hears Angel wolf whistle. He's leaning at the railings and looking down at hell's 7 deadly Sins.

Angel: I know I just saw them down there being the big and the bad, but damn.

Husk: Honestly thought someone was about to get killed today.

Cherri: Eh, I think what happened was worse. For that moth dickhead anyway. Congrats on your freedom Angy! How does it feel?

Angel: Like a million bucks! I still can't believe that happened. I'm free. I'm gonna give short king something later as thanks.

He turns to Charlie.

Angel: You too, Charlie.

Charlie: I didn't do anything.

Angel: I know I never said this before but thank you for believing in me- for still believing in me and this whole redemption shit.

Charlie's about to cry and moves to give Angel a big hug.

The others give the pair a soft look. As the slight crying fest was happening, Alastor moves closer to the balcony with Vaggie to observe.

Vaggie: Can't hear them. Can't even read their lips.

Alastor: His Majesty's work most likely. Or did you think they would let us watch with no precaution?

Vaggie gives him an irritated look but says nothing.

Alastor keeps his sight on Lucifer. The aquatic demon, which he guesses is the Sin of Envy, is touching Lucifer too much for his liking. He tilts his head in response when the king looks up at him suddenly. Lucifer holds his gaze for a bit before shifting slightly.

Alastor turns to see Charlie move beside him looking at her father. His ear twitches.

This is troublesome.

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Lucifer put his shirt back on as he casts a barrier on the first floor.

Bee: Man, I haven't seen that side of you in years. Hell, I haven't even seen any side of you in years. I was beginning to think you died.

Satan: She's right. You usually at least sent a text once a year or so. And then when you decided to finally show up, you're basically being eaten alive by Roo's remnants! We-

The Sin of Wrath stops and takes deep breaths. No point in getting angry right now.

Mammon: Yeah, mate. Kinda miss the yearly lawsuits you give me business.

Asmodeus: You mean the discount Pride Ring you're tryna do?

Mammon: Fuck ya! Don't think I forgot ya stealing ma star employee!

Asmodeus: Cry me a river, Mam.

Belphegor: Children, please.

Mammon: Don't even start, Belphy. You still haven't explained why ya didn't tell us any of this shit.

Belphegor: What happens in Sloth is my responsibility.

Mammon: Well congrats! It's blowing up in our faces.

While the others were arguing back and forth, Leviathan moves to face Lucifer and put a hand on his.

Leviathan: Luci, I know you're not okay. You gonna tell me what's up with you?

Lucifer: It doesn't matter.

Leviathan: Of course it matters, Luci.

Lucifer: Not now, Levi.

Leviathan: Tsk. Alright then. But we will talk, especially about the look that red demon is giving me.

Lucifer looks up and makes eye contact with Alastor. The deer demon is wearing an expression he can't quite name but then his gaze shifts a bit to the left.

Charlie.

Oh, his lovely daughter. He still can't get what she said earlier out of his head. He knows she'll say she didn't mean it, but if it came out just like that, there has to be a bit of truth deep inside.

Was Charlie right? Would Lilith's presence instead of his really be that much better? Would this whole thing with Roo not even happen in that other timeline?

Lucifer doesn't know. What he knows is that he'll do everything in his power to keep his daughter and hell safe.

He clears his throat to stop the bickering.

Lucifer: Anything related to Roo is not to be undermined. In the meantime, Belphegor will keep a close eye on the anomaly. Bel, please coordinate with the Ars Goetia regarding evacuation of the nearby settlements.

Belphegor: Of course. Already on it.

Asmodeus: Lust will prepare evacuation sites as well.

Lucifer: Thank you. I'd like the other rings to have a few as well.

Satan: How about the ritual?

Lucifer: I would like to start as soon as possible but.. We're strong but we need ancient powers.

Satan: Wait. You don't mean her, do you? Can we even find her?

Lucifer: I'm the one who will be looking for her. She's probably up on Earth. It might take me a while but 'til then, I'll be temporarily handing over the duties of Pride to Charlie in my absence/

Bee: What?! Is she even ready?

Lucifer: You have your own rings to manage. And none of you are familiar with her. She might be the embodiment of good but she's still evil's sister.

Leviathan: And your wound?

Lucifer: I would advise that no one comes in contact with the anomaly. The only thing keeping it at bay in my body is my angelic blood. If I wasn't an angel, I would be dead.

The room just got colder with Lucifer's admission as Belphegor taps aggressively on her tablet.

Lucifer: Be careful all of you.

And with that, the meeting is done.

Lucifer debates talking to his daughter but overall decided to go back to his tower for the time being.

Alastor never took his eyes off the king and disappears in the shadows.

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What to look forward for in Part 7:

Lucifer: I'm so tired, Alastor. I think I have been for a long time.

[what-have-i-unleashed]

when the fog thickens, blurring one's sight

now back to our irregularly scheduled mermaid watching...

(finally the polls are relevant yippee. 2nd person pov just fits the vibes so i'm using it.)

(cw: toxic relationship, obsession, violence, implied substance abuse)

She groped in amongst the ugly nettles, which burnt great blisters on her hands and arms, but she determined to bear it gladly if she could only release her dear brothers. So she bruised the nettles with her bare feet and spun the flax. - Hans Christian Anderson, "The Wild Swans"

you don't dream much, but when you do, it's mostly about killer now.

this time, it's a memory-dream, where both of you are walking along the seaside of an abandoned human town. you remember this - this was when there were only you and him and nightmare. there was no castle yet, no cross, no horror. just you and killer for most of the time. you have no idea why you're dreaming this, but you follow it - you follow killer down the road. you look to the horizon where the sky and sea meets. the orange sunset casts a luminous sheen on the surface of the sea, reflecting light like a mirror.

"pretty, isn't it?" killer says next to you. you don't say anything, your neck wrapped in bandages with the wounds that killer has inflicted on you. the wounds that now leave you without a voice to speak.

"you know, the surface has many things to offer," killer stops to lean on the guardrails, his face serene in a way you've never seen before. "it never ceases to amaze me how many times i see the sun. maybe this is what life is about."

you watch him, only now savoring this rare moment where he appears calm and content. where he exists only for himself, his soul unable to be contained in its usual target-shaped form. where you exist as an afterthought to him, an outsider to his story, his self-realization.

you eventually turn away from him, from the sunlight that falls onto his tear-stained face. killer, as always, notices (but he never noticed your feelings, how funny).

"what are you, a vampire?" killer laughs with such mirth. "come on, taste the sun a little. being in the shadows forever is bad for your bones, haven't you heard?"

you remember being defensive about it. you remember swatting your hands at him, unamused by his cavalier attitude. you remember wanting to kill him, dragging him to the ocean and making him drown in his hubris. you remember the fight you have on the beach, making waves in the water and blasting holes in the sand.

you remember crashing on the ground with him next to you, both of you now watching the moon rising from the light of the sun. you remember his laugh as he declares himself the winner. you remember your and his blood mixing with each other and seeping into the sand there.

(you wonder what happened to that little spot now. maybe it has been washed away by the sea. you hope something will sprout from it, a piece of evidence of your existence there. but it's just a fairy tale dream.)

"ha... that's what i like about you, dusty," killer smiles at the sky, despite his wrist broken. "you always give it your all. you're as crazy as i am."

you can't do nothing but try to regain your breath. your magic still runs wild in your bones, still craving for another release, another carnage. but you're not sure your broken legs will allow for that.

"welp, at least the sky's pretty," killer cheers with that fake enthusiasm of his that you're used to now. you remember staying there until nightmare appears to pick both of you up from the ground. so it's just you and killer right now, together, but none of you would look at each other.

you close your eyes, listening to the sounds of waves crashing into the shore. you hear a shuffle next to you, and you open one eye to see killer kneeling on your side, his head hovering on top of yours.

you don't remember this.

"you're kinda cute, you know?" killer says as he slowly leans in. you don't move. you don't dare breathe. you grab at his jacket, unsure if you want to stop or encourage him.

you don't remember this.

"what's the matter?" killer asks, but his voice sounds far away. like a thousand ocean waves crashing upon the shore that is you. "did i read the signs wrong? you like me, don't you?"

i don't remember this, you mouth. not to him. you're not him. get out.

"what are you-"

get out. get out. get out. get out. get out. get out. get out. get out. get out. get out. get out. get out.get out. get out. get out. get out. get out. get out.get out. get out. get out. get out. get out. get out.

GET OUT!

the scene pauses. the waves are frozen in time as you try to control your hyperventilation. you don't let go of killer, his face also forever frozen in that confused expression of his.

"again, dust?" nightmare's disapproving voice echoes in the vast space with no clear source. "must you decline every morsel of happiness i grant you?"

yes you must. because you can't let your memories - memories of him - be tainted with falsities. you cannot let your broken soul be haphazardly glued back with the sedative promise of peaceful apathy.

you shake, your hands letting go of your beloved as he crumbles into sand that flows into crevices of your bones. the scene turns gray, lifeless, colorless just like how your soul feels - hollowed and carved out.

"you're always determined in the worst ways," nightmare clicks his tongue. "just like the traitor if i'm to be honest. maybe you truly deserve each other."

thankfully, nightmare must feel somewhat merciful because you don't immediately wake up after that. you are left alone in the gray void, the dreamless land that nightmare often puts you in as his occasional rewards for good work. you grip your head and put it between your knees. and you breathe. in and out. trying to regain your thoughts. your composure. you don't want to wake up thrashing and crying again. maybe you should look into those narcolepsy meds again. anything to delay these inevitable dreams that nightmare no doubt will put you through again.

you can survive it. you can survive the temptation. you must.

[seangelfish]

It's alright if i request headcanons for Izumi and Arashi when they s/o feels neglected or ignored because they are busy on their job but she don't say anything until they find her crying for it? Please and thank you

Oooh, you just know how I can never say no to writing angst (to fluff)! Honestly, I can never see Arashi ever neglecting us, but Izumi is a whole different story lmao

When they neglect their s/o for their work

Featured characters: Arashi Narukami, Izumi Sena (separate)

Genres/types: headcanons (angst to fluff), established relationships

Word count: 1,224

Synopsis: Arashi and Izumi have been extremely busy lately, leaving you alone. You try to communicate to them on how you feel, but because of their tight schedules, they couldn't even send you a reply. You wonder how this is going to affect your relationship with them...

ARASHI NARUKAMI

– She told you beforehand that she was going to be busy. She even suggested that you two should keep in touch through video calls. You agreed with this as things went swell through the first few weeks of being separated.

– However, as time went by, she stopped calling you, apologising over text that she had a photoshoot or that she was too tired so she'll call you tomorrow. Though, when tomorrow struck, she was even more busy and had forgotten.

– You forgave her, of course. She's your girlfriend after all, and she's an idol of the big three top units in Ensemble Square. You had to understand that she was going to be busy and indulged in her work.

– But it was so annoying! The two of you planned to have a date this week, but she had to cancel it last minute!

"(Y/N), I'm so so sorry!" she exclaims on the phone. "I promise to make it up to you!"

"Arashi, this has happened way too often nowadays," you begin. "I can't keep–"

"(Y/N), love, I'm sorry, but my break's over. I have to go. Take care of yourself, okay? I love you, bye."

"...Bye."

– And as always, you forgive her.

– But despite your numerous attempts at communication, it seems that Arashi was just too busy to hear you out.

– And eventually, you stop trying.

– You two were becoming distant anyway.

– It seems as if she had forgotten your two year anniversary too. She hadn't called nor messaged you about it, causing your tears to spill as you wrap yourself in the blanket you two shared.

– When she finds you crying to yourself as she finally arrives home, she immediately regrets the way she treated you. She didn't realise it before since you have always kept up your positive facade, but she should've noticed how your smile was always so strained around her nowadays.

– She hugs you tight, soothing you that everything will go back to normal, and promising you that she'll do better as a partner.

"I'm so sorry, my love. You must've felt so lonely... I shouldn't have gotten ahead of myself on work, but I do want you to know that you were always on my mind."

– She wipes your tears and peppers your face with little kisses.

– And little did you know, she didn't forget your 2nd year anniversary as she fishes out a small gift box from her pocket, handing it to you delicately.

– You open it up to find a beautiful diamond necklace.

"Hehe, I saved up to get this for you, my love~!" she chirps happily. "Let me help you put it on!"

– And of course, she wasn't going to end the day there. She had planned a whole night for the two of you to enjoy!

– She helps you get ready, putting make-up on you, zipping up the dress she picked out for you. You can't help but laugh along with her, helping her with her make-up too, and zipping up the matching dress she was going to wear with you.

– Because after all, it's Arashi. She was never going to forget your anniversary, and most importantly, you.

IZUMI SENA

– Izumi is always hopping from one country to another, but he used to call you whenever he wasn't busy. He would ask you how you're doing and if you're eating well, and you'd ask him how he was holding up too.

– You always look forward to when he'd call you, and you were always so excited to see him return to Japan.

– But things weren't the same as it used to be. Calls between you two began to feel like a chore, and slowly but surely, they stopped altogether.

– You kept hoping that he'd call to wish you a good morning, a good night, whatever. You just wanted him to call.

– It was all wishful thinking though.

– Even when you try communicating these feelings to him, he'd brush it off with, '(Y/N), you know how busy I am. I can't call you everyday.'

– You understand that, but still...

– When he’s finally at home, you try to make the best of it. You tell him all about the plans that you came up with, so before he travel abroad again, you two would have already made some new memories together.

– However, he tells you how tired he is, so right now all he wants to do was rest.

– Your heart sinks right there.

"B-But Izumi, it'll be so much fun! Plus, we haven't gone on a date in a while–"

"(Y/N), please be quiet... I really don't have the energy right now."

– And so you leave him be.

– You just wanted to be with him, but it seemed like he didn't.

– You end up watching movies on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket, crying softly to yourself.

– Izumi felt bad for the response he gave you because he knows that you're right, that you two haven't gone on a date in a while, and that with him being gone most of the time, you were probably incredibly lonely.

– When he finds you crying to yourself, he immediately brings you into his embrace, spouting out heartfelt apologises.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N)... I'm sorry, please don't cry... I knew how you must've felt with me being gone all the time, yet I still treated you horribly... I shouldn't have only thought about work and myself..."

— He wipes away your tears with his thumbs, kissing your forehead softly.

“So, what did you want to do? We can do all the activities you’ve planned today, but please let me spend some time with you here for a bit.”

— Cuddling with you on the couch, his grip on you was tight but loving. He holds your head gently, stroking your hair.

— It feels nice to be able to do this with him again.

— He also promises that he'll never neglect you again, but he assures you that one of the reasons why he keeps working is to keep you happy and live a peaceful life.

"But you said that you're not able to call me everyday..."

Izumi tenses up at this, remembering how harsh he was that day.

"(Y/N), I'm sorry, I didn't mean it," he said. "It's true that I am sometimes too busy to do that, but if you really do want me to call you everyday, I'll do so from now on. But just know, that you never leave my mind... not even for a second."

— You two fall asleep in each other's arms, but he wakes you up after a few minutes so the two of you can spend the day out properly.

— He smiles at you, hand in hand, telling you how much he loves you. He admits that he misses hanging out like this, and that the two of you should do it more often when he comes back from his trips.

"Oh, I nearly forgot. I brought you something from France. It reminded me of you. I hope you like it, my love."

— Despite his harsh personality and tight work schedules, he will always love you.

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[eschergirls]

It's been 2 weeks and it's almost Halloween so it's time to announce the winners of the spooky October caption contest!

We had a lot of submissions and they were all really good, so like last month, I'll pick 3 winners (in order) and 3 honorable mentions.

Each winner will get to choose a prize if they wish (but you don't have to, you can just participate for fun too.)  The prizes are extra Steam codes that I've acquired through bundles over the years and I figure that giving them out for contests would be fun.  If you won and want a prize, please contact me. Honorable mentions can get a prize if any of the winners decline (I will contact you if that happens).  

Anyway here are the entries, as usual, grouped by the platform they were submitted on:

Fedi/Mastodon:

Dollcomics: Even with insurance, a comic book heroines back surgery always cost an arm and a leg Ordinating Aether Show: Sex (as depicted in an abstinence-only textbook)

Disqus:

Demma10: "... But it's the pelvic thrust, that will make you go insane (and lose your hips or limbs). Let's, do, the (battle) time warp, again." P J Evans: "Die, cursed arm, DIE!"

Tumblr:

atomicmosaic: perspective so bad I can't even tell whose ass is supposed to be whose atomicniire: "thank god this flying body part is covering up my massive boner" auronlu: "Internal organs!" she thought, hacking and chopping in such a frenzy of despair that her vertebrae rattled like the overtaxed joints of a 1980a snake puzzle. "If I can't have any, why should they!?" elkian: Gloria hates it when the sound stage gets double-booked, but she is scheduled to rehearse 2 hours of opera practice and no amount of zombie gorefest is going to stop her, goddammit! fyrenwater: "No, I said PUMPKIN carving, not bumpkin carving!" glidingisindeedfaster: "I’LL BE THE FIRST ONE IN THE WORM POSE CONTEST AND YOU GUYS CAN’T STOP MEEEEE" harukami: The halftime show got weirder every year. karltface: But it was just as she had feared: despite adopting ever more ridiculous fighting styles, her skill was so great, there was no threat, no challenge, no pride in any fight. The genie had been right to laugh. milkawa-and-co: "Come on ! Killing 1200 zombies with the Butt Thrust Spell and the Golden Sexy Armor is the last succes I need to platinium this game !" silveraptor: “TV Tropes calls this the ‘Interplay of Sex and Violence’ I call this ‘what happens when a comic book artist mixes up their Work and “Taxes” folders’.” swanfink: "And it's the pelvic thruuust~ That really drives you insa-a-a-ane~!" thecomicsrack: Plasticine Lass v The Evil Dead thevikingfish-nimhrodell: "Ohhhhh, I'm in the fight,  my hips don't lie, I'm stabbin' to kill this guy.  Put him in traction, after i hack him. Mauling zombies, yes, this is perfection!" vis-a-vi: "Please turn your attention to the figure on the left wielding a club. Note that he has no nipple on his left side. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk." zombiemollusk: me and the boys havin a wild gore-gy

The honorable mentions go to: Dollcomics, @fyrenwater, and @zombiemollusk

The runner-ups are:

In third place: @thevikingfish-nimhrodell

In second place: @harukami

And the winner is... Ordinating Aether Show: Sex (as depicted in an abstinence-only textbook)

Congrats to the winners and thank you and a Happy Early Halloween to everybody who submitted a caption!  The captions were also really good this month too!

Please stay tuned for a new caption contest in November!

If you won and would like a Steam code as a prize, please message me with which prize you would like.  If you came in 2nd, message me with 2 choices in order of preference...  I'll give you your top choice that hadn't been taken by the other winners. (To clarify, every winner only gets 1 prize, but winners other than the one in first place should give me their list of games in order of preference so if one is taken, I'll give you the next on the list.  It makes it easier for me to hand out the prizes.)

If the winner or the runner ups don't claim a prize, then the honorable mentions get a prize if they want one.

The Steam codes I have available as prizes are for: Aragami, Cook, Serve, Delicious! 3, Hotel Giant 2, I Am Fish, Ittle Dew 2+, My Time At Portia, Riot: Civil Unrest, Shadow Tactics: Blades of the Shogun, Survivalist, Trifox, Tunche, and Uncertain: Light At The End.

[sleepyrainart]

First Kiss.

Description: Your first kiss with kiss with Corazon and Doflamingo. My first story in 2nd POV. Non-binary reader. No real description of the appearance of reader.

Hope you enjoy.

Corazon.

Peering out of the large window. You spot his bright hat and dark feathered coat through the hazy rain. He was entering the courtyard. Butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you go to him. Heart pounding. A confession on your tongue, ready to be released.

Once outside, the rain drenching you, weighing down your clothes. The petrichor and floral smell filling your nose. You look around and your eyes meet. He smiles and waves. Rushing to him. The cobblestones slick. You feel your shoe slipping and the next thing you know you're falling.

Corazon catches your wrist. But your combined momentum couldn't be stopped. His arms wrapping around you, taking the brunt of the fall. You end up on top of him. Your lips connecting roughly, teeth knocking. It was only a split second. But the butterflies in your stomach riot. "Cora-san, I really like you." His eyes widen as he blushes.

He leans down. "I like you too," he whispers before his lips meet yours again.

Your first kiss was an accident. With his clumsiness, it wasn't a surprise. The man was a walking disaster. Though in this particular situation it was all your fault. Not that you were complaining.

Doflamingo.

You take a deep breath before rushing home. Curfew draws ever closer. Dread filling you. The streets were noticeably empty. Mentally cursing your boss. Pulling your coat closer to keep out the chill of the night. Your light jog becomes something faster. Almost a run, but you hate running. A quiet noise behind you makes you even more nervous.

Picking up the pace slightly more. Until you were really running. Another noise, this time louder and closer. Jumping, you let out a small eep. Heart pounding in your ears. Shivering as your head turns in the direction to find nothing. You take a few hesitant steps forward. Before a shadow swallows you whole. Looking up, you see an angel. At least that's what you think. His feathered coat floating up to resemble wings. He lands in front of you, graceful as a cat. "Ah, Your Majesty." You squeak out and avert your gaze away from his oddly glowing lenses.

"Do you remember the only two laws of Dressrosa?" He asks, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. You nod, unable to find your voice in front of the king. Eyes focusing on the ground. The silence stretches. "Ah, what a naughty kitty, out after curfew." You can't believe this was happening. Wanting the ground to swallow you whole. The one and only time you break curfew and you're caught by the man who made the rules. "Breaking the law like a common criminal, kitty." He tsks. His warm finger tracing your jaw. Tilting your face up.

You briefly glimpse his wide grin. Before your eyes divert back down. Hoping you were just having a terrible nightmare.

He laughs, and you look up at the sudden outburst. Eyes locking onto his hellish lenses. He crouches down, his long legs caging you in. His free hand wraps around your back. Dragging you closer. Your shoes scrape across the cobblestones. The hand on your back trails lower. The lower it goes, the brighter you blush. You try to squirm away. But it's useless. You're trapped like a mouse in a cat's claws.

His hand leaves your chin and curls around the back of your head. His fingers messing your hair. Pulling your head back slightly. His lips slant over yours, hot and harsh. His tongue sweeps across your lips. The wet heat overwhelms you as his tongue slides in. You moan. His tongue flicking across the roof of your mouth. Before it tangles with yours. Shyly kissing him back. Strings of saliva connect your lips as he moves away.

Your flushed cheeks and dazed eyes look up at him. So cute and innocent. He knew a million ways to ruin you, and he couldn't wait to try them all.

Doffy definitely has a corruption kink.

[hughiecampbelle]

Succession Preference: Baby Introducing Their First Date

Requested: 2nd preference: how would each sibling react to their baby sibling (reader) introduceing their first date (gn neutral if possible) - anon

A/N: This is just too cute to imagine!!! I love it!!! I hope you like it my love!!! Feedback is always appreciated!!! 💜💜💜

Connor is so excited to meet them. Unfortunately for you, the whole family is over for dinner and insists on meeting your date before you go out. You were hoping to sneak out after drinks, but before dinner. Connor won't let you get away with that, though. He's eager to meet them. Really. Unlike the rest of your siblings, Connor fears no ill intentions. He truly wants to see the best in people, even the people trying to date his baby sibling. When they get there, they're immediately taken into the living room. You have no time to warn them at all. He doesn't intend for it to be an interrogation, but Connor asks them a lot of questions. Are they in school, what do they do for work, do they have any siblings, pets, what is their family like, what are their intentions with you, etc. This is just a first date. You like them, you want things to go well, but this is definitely not the type of deal where they should be meeting your family. This is not going well, not if they're with Connor the whole night. Your date just smiles and nods along. When your brother is satisfied, he winks at you before you go, telling you "they're a keeper". You thank him, getting the hell out of there before he asks anything else.

Kendall doesn't like this at all. He goes to your father, asking if he's heard about this little date you've got planned for tonight. Of course he does. Why would Kendall care? No, no he has to put a stop to this. He thinks his father has lost his edge. He tries to bribe you with money and alcohol and shares in the company for you not to go. You try to remind him that you're an actual, legal adult. That you can see whoever you want when you want and he can't stop you. You also remind him that this is a first date, it could be nothing special. It definitely won't end in marriage. You don't know that, he warns. What are you talking about, Ken? You were never this way with Shiv and Rome. He wants to tell you it's because you're his baby. Shiv would date whoever she wanted and didn't care what anyone thought. Roman rarely dated and when he did it was never that serious. But you? You're his baby. He watched you grow up. He can't let you go that easily. He just can't. He doesn't care if this person is some supernatural genius or the next president or the bringer or world peace, he will not let you go with them. You're just a baby, his baby.

Shiv accidentally and not so accidentally crashes your date while you're on it. You and your date go to a very local, very popular cafe that just so happens to be near Waystar. You didn't even think about if you would run into your family, you just picked it because it was a nice place. Shiv spots you laughing and smiling across from someone who most definitely is not a friend, at least not a friend she's ever seen. Hey kid, she says, dragging a chair over with her. Who's this? Wanna introduce me? If you could crawl under the table and hide, you would. Instead now you have to sit and smile as your sister quite literally interrogates them. What do they want with you, what are their intentions, do they respect that no is a complete sentence, do they know who your father is, etc. You want to die. They have this look in their eyes that screams help me, but you can't do anything. Every time you try to get her to go away and move on, she blatantly ignores the hints. When she's done, you swear it's taken forever, she leaves with her coffee and a wicked grin. Your sister doesn't like anyone wanting to date you. As far as she's concerned, you're too good for them. You'll always be too good for them. All of them.

Roman doesn't like them at all. He doesn't even give them a chance. He makes fun of them, he points out their flaws, he picks on them. They come up to meet Logan just for a second before you go to dinner. You don't know that Roman is there until you come out of the bathroom and see your date being taunted by him. Immediately you defend them, hissing at your brother to stop it. You send them down to the lobby, needing to talk to your brother. What the fuck are you doing? You ask, ready to kill him. He was going to scare them off forever. You really liked them, you wanted things to go well. Them? You like them? Are they paying you? That earns a slap to his arm. What is wrong with you? He laughs. How much time do you have? You just roll your eyes. You'll have a big fight about it after, but for now you have to go downstairs because your date is waiting for you. Roman would never put this into words, but you dating means you're all grown up. He doesn't like that thought very much. What happened to the baby he used to rock to sleep and the toddler he held on his shoulders? Suddenly you wanted a partner? Nope, not on his watch.

[mariposa-writes]

Pressure - Joe Burrow

Joe burrow x reader

Summary: I hate writing these, so read and find out. Or if any one cares to write a short on for me thats fine.

Word count: IDK, feeling lazy today.

A/n: Thinking about turning this into a series, but idk.

"He still hasn't called?" Hannah, your best friend asked over the phone as you plopped down on the couch.

"Nope." You said popping the p. It'd been 5 days sine you broke the news to Joe. You were worried about how he'd take it and you'd run many scenarios through your head.

Hannah was silent as you both thought about the news, "What if he hates me and never wants to see me again?" You whispered, almost to scared to voice the thought that had been in your head ever since you broken the news to him.

Hannah sighed, she'd been your best friend since 2nd grade and gone through everything with you. "He's not going to hate you, he can't."

"How do you know?" You asked, your voice wobbly and tears forming in your eyes.

"I've seen the way he looks at you, it's clear to everyone that he loves you. You're his entire world." Her words did little to soothe you, but you'd take the tiniest bit of comfort you could get.

"I wish you were here." You spoke, hating that she was currently in California for a work conference.

"I'll be home in 3 days and then we can drown our sorrows in ice cream and alcoho-" She paused, "not alcohol, just ice cream."

You laughed, through the tears that were currently streaming down your face. You swore the hormones were already getting to you, despite only being 4 weeks pregnant.

"It's not like you planned for this to happen, joe has to know that. Plus you thought you couldn't have kids" Hannah was right, you'd always thought you could never have kids.

When you were 21 the doctors told you, you'd most likely never be able to have kids and since then you'd been telling yourself that you were fine without kids, but now that you were pregnant you couldn't lie to yourself anymore. "Like you just got promoted at your office and you've always told-"

Knock, Knock, Knock

You cut her off, "Hold on, someones at my door. I'll call you back." You quickly hung up, wiping the tears from your eyes before getting of the couch.

You looked through peephole, to find Joe standing outside your door. You froze, not sure if you wanted to see him. It'd been 5 days and he'd been MIA not even bothering to send you a simple message.

"Y/N, I know you're in there. Please answer the door." He begged, after knocking a few more times while you stood at the door frozen.

You placed your hand on the nob and slowly opened the door. His heart broke at seeing your tear stained face. He knew he was the reason you had probably been crying.

He entered your apartment. He'd been here a thousand times, but none ever felt like this. "I'm sorry, for not answering."

"It's fine." You lied, not wanting to admit how much he'd hurt you. "Would you like something to drink?"

"No, thanks. I was hoping we could talk." He sat down on your couch, while you stayed standing.

"Ok..."

"Listen, I've been thinking about this and I'm here to support you in whatever you decide." He paused, "if you want to keep the baby I'll help and if you want an abor-"

"I wanna keep the baby." You blurted out.

"Are you sure?" Joe asked, standing up to be closer to you.

"Yea," You whispered taking a step away from him.

He sighed, getting the hint. "Have you really spent time thinking about this?" He started pacing your living room.

"I've thought about it and I want to keep it." You could tell he clearly wasn't happy with your decision. You'd never told Joe that your doctors told you that your chances of ever getting pregnant were slim to none.

It'd never came up and you didn't really care to talk about it. "Listen, lets just think about this." Joe said, coming to a stop in front of you. "I'm just starting my career as a qb and you just got promoted at work. Think about how this is going to affect us. How are we going to raise a baby if you're working all the time and I'm traveling for almost half of the year."

You blinked, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill. "Joe, if you don't want to be a part of this thats fine but get out of my house." You seethed angrily, as tears started to fall.

You walked over to the door, opening it for him to leave. What happened to 'I'll be here to support you'? He'd just said those words a few minutes ago and it seems he's already forgotten them.

"Babe," He said, trying to defuse the situation.

"Joe, either get on board to have this baby or get out." The tears had stopped and now the only thing you could feel was anger. Despite the anger you were feeling, you secretly hoped that he'd get on board to have the baby, but when Joe walked out of the door with his head down and shoulders deflated your heart broke.

[rosethornewrites]

T & G reading since 9/23

Finished

Teen:

waiting to finally be caught, by Pyrrti (🔒)

a moment of rest in-between, a dream after loss, a morning during forever

and taste the stars, by lowlightt

“When a living person enters this place, there’s no coming back—for the body or the soul."

Timing is Everything, by Talayse

The Lan juniors and Lan Wangji find a young man unconscious in an array in a locked cottage in Mo Manor, Lan Wangji takes the young man into his care. When Wei Wuxian wakes up later in an inn, clean and cared for, the story takes a different turn.

Hand in Hand Together (All Your Life), by sami (16 chapters, part of 2 series)

He tells his sister, "There's a little boy in Yiling with no parents and he's in trouble. We have to go and find him." His sister smiles and says, "This is a good story, A-Cheng. Tell me more." "It's not a story," he says. He's frustrated by his own childish petulance, but he can't seem to stop it. "I'm from the future. I know." His sister laughs, and he glares, and then she clears her throat and stops laughing, but still has a small, indulgent smile. "Of course, A-Cheng," she says. "And what's this little boy's name?" "Wei Ying," he says, and his sister's smile freezes. "His name is Wei Ying, and his parents are Zangse Sanren and Wei Changze, and something bad has happened to them. Wei Ying is alone in Yiling and he needs help," he insists. Jiang Cheng starts again from the beginning.

Some Days You're Feeling Good, by sami (4th in a series)

Jiang Cheng turns and goes to bang his forehead against the wall, but Jiang Zhuliu has moved with him and gently puts his hand in the way. Matchmakers. In his previous life he'd driven them all away in short order, but the current prestige of the Jiang Sect has made them more persistent.

Subtle, by nirejseki

"Have you ever considered being subtle?" Wen Ruohan glanced sidelong at that-bastard-surnamed-Nie. "Are you suggesting that I'm not subtle?"

General:

Melancholy, by MissCellophane

noun :

a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause.

Or Wei Wuxian wakes up one day and mourns his parents.

Story of a Dream, by Bamboo_Gden (🔒)

She tried to shake away any sad thought, this was supposed to be a merry reunion, after all. A-Xian had always been someone very especial to her. A solace of gentleness and kindness within a house so filled of grudges and hatred. She knew it was the same to him. Blood didn’t tie them, but they were undoubtedly family.

Jiang Yanli pays a visit to her A-Xian to catch up with him.

but his smile never dimmed, by Stratisphyre (2nd in a series)

I told you he hated me. Probably for good reason. I wasn't in a good place. I wanted someone to fight with, and he was the only one who would oblige. - Wei Wuxian, "i really want to know (who are you)"

While temporarily teaching at Yungmeng University, Lan Qiren finds himself dealing with an unruly student.

How Like a Winter Hath My Absence Been, by stiltonbasket (50th in a series)

Eight years after Xiao Xingchen’s death, Song Lan makes his first—and last—journey to the Cloud Recesses.

I heard a rumor, by MissCellophane

Lan Wangji takes his son out trick or treating to a house that's surrounded by a rumor.

Or

"Wei Wuxian would be THE HOUSE to go to on Halloween, it always has THE BEST candy. He also gives you the option of getting a toy instead of candy if you want!

There's a rumor that if you wish the man with a red ribbon a happy birthday, he'll let you have TWO handfuls of candy instead of one! And give you a really pretty smile!" - my reply to the post that inspired this

Unfinished

Teen:

A Glimpse Into the Future, by Sal13

After Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian get blessed by a Lan Ancestor, the brothers each see a glimpse into the future. With the reality of their broken relationship and burning of their home, the Twin Prides of Yunmeng attempt to prevent that future from happening.

Can the brothers succeed with only knowing so little? Can Jiang Cheng prevent himself from becoming blinded by hate? Can Wei Wuxian come to terms with his future husband and son? Only time will tell.

After The Rain Stops, by YourLocaICryptid

Lan Wangji will wither to nothing without his mate; he knows this. Wei Wuxian cannot know about the bond. He knows this too.

Grand Master of Rogue Cultivation, by waterphoenix21

A Wei Wuxian raises A-Yuan fic! After Jin Zixuan and Jiang Yanli die a mysterious death, Wen Qing and the rest of the Wen Clan are found guilty and Wei Wuxian speaks in their defense. This naturally leads to a rift between him and Jiang Cheng. Then one night, the last surviving member of the Wen Clan is found asleep on top of Jiang Yanli's grave. Nobody knows how or why. But feeling as if he no longer belongs to any clan, Wei Wuxian decides to raise little Wen Yuan on his own, as he sets on a path to becoming a rogue cultivator, following in his mother's footsteps and seeking to find the mystical mountain of the legendary immortal, Baoshan Sanren.

A drop in the ocean, by ibuttermybagel

“How can you still stand on your legs after all you’ve done?” the voice had his head whip up. Eyes interlocking with those of the man he called his younger brother not too long ago. Angry eyes meeting those filled with nothing but sorry. “How can you still ask to be excused after bringing pain to so many?” (Or: The ambush on Wei Wuxian is stopped by Jin Zixuan and instead he takes all Wens and WWX back home. Wen Ning has enough and lets everyone know what he learned in drunken talks with Wei Wuxian.)

Serendipity, by midnight_soul (🔒)

Lan Wangji is tired of his family’s passive-aggressive persistence in his love life. He will not go on another blind date; the first two times were disastrous enough.

Wei Wuxian has had enough of his family telling him no one would want to stick with him, no one decent at least.

One trying to live his life peacefully and another wanting to prove his family wrong, how can their plan fail? They’re practically meant for each other.

General:

Once more, if only..., by Pure_Magic

A mysterious character, a powerful array and a dying wish. What could've been might not seem as complicated but the question stays:

What would happen if one knows a future that will never be? And does a change make a difference if the future that will never be has already scarred someone?

Alternatively, this is a time travel fic where WWX wakes up in his 12 y body after dying in the Burial Mounds. The story is from the perspective of others so it doesn't have key details as to what actually happened but the readers can guess!!

An Unforseen Shift, by Remma3760

Wei Wuxian found a resentful sword deep in the bowels of a famed beast. He took it. That turned out to be fortunate since, it would seem, the sword had more than one purpose. That sword was the key to their escape from certain death trapped in the cave of the Slaughter Xuanwu.

[mylevisdontfitanymore]

Hey!!! I don't know if you would rather think about this scenario with Andy Barber/Ransom Drysdale/TJ Hammond or with Steve/Bucky/Natasha or something, but I've been thinking A LOT about these two posts on your blog: https://www.tumblr.com/mylevisdontfitanymore/716510995743490048/i-dont-know-if-this-is-weird-a-really-strange?source=share and https://www.tumblr.com/mylevisdontfitanymore/710911602870894592?source=share and I can't stop thinking about one of the trio going out and secretly getting one of them stuffed and drunk by putting more food on their plate when they aren't looking or distracting them while they refill their glasses with stronger and stronger alcohol and egging them into drinking or eating competitions and seeing just how far they can go with it until they are sloppy drunk and stuffed full and waddling and stumbling and their fellows get to enjoy the fruits of their labour

1st linked post

2nd linked post

Ooooh my god, if we're talking Andy/Ransom/TJ, then you ABSOLUTELY need to read the asks that Dumbling (@achubbydumpling) has done!

Andy Barber/Ransome Drysdale/TJ Hammond (chubby Andy)

Andy Barber/Ransome Drysdale/TJ Hammond (Andy beer bloat)

Food-drunk dad bod Andy and his accent

The premise of this idea, though… with multiple people getting one person stuffed and/or drunk without their knowledge… it would definitely happen with Andy and Ransom corrupting sweet TJ 🥴 It has to. Like, TJ-baby is just so overwhelmed to have the attention of two very, very attractive, very big men that he doesn’t notice how his plate and glass are never empty whenever they’re around 🫣🥵

Unbeta'd Andy/Ransom/TJ belly kink under the cut... warning for alcohol consumption, intox kink, dub-con elements (because TJ ends up drunk), stuffing, etc.

TJ’s used to going to big, lavish parties - his parents drag him to them all the time - but when he’s at those parties, he’s not allowed to talk to men in any sort of… suspicious… manner. He has to be on his best behavior. Smiling and laughing appropriately while he blows smoke up whoever’s political ass for his Dad’s sake.

Here, at this party with people just slightly over his age - rather than people decades his senior, grey and wrinkly in creased suits, talking about the “current” state of things that they’ve been disconnected from for years - it doesn’t matter if there are men looking at him obviously. Hotly. It doesn’t matter if there are men grabbing his arms or leaning in close to whisper in his ear, making him giggle and blush, hiding his flushed cheeks with his hands. It doesn’t matter if there are men shoulder to shoulder with him, pressing into him, blocking him in like bookends or bodyguards in the best way.

Here, nothing matters other than letting these two slightly older, definitely bigger men flirt with him. The two men (one of them strikingly shaven with pale skin and high cheekbones, the other bearded with darker hair) sometimes seem like they’re fighting over him. Fighting to woo him. It’s funny and disarming, too. Yet, sometimes, they seem to work together perfectly. TJ can’t figure it out. It’s making his head spin. The attention. Their specific attention.

He doesn’t feel like he needs to worry, though, even if he can’t figure out what they’re doing (or who they are). He feels… if he’s honest, he feels high. He doesn’t feel high, like, an empty and hollow high. An escape he needs an escape from. The norm for him. Instead, he feels hazy and warm and good with these two men. High.

Does he even remember their names? The men?

Does that matter?

TJ just wants to keep their attention on him. It feels good, after all. Does he need their names to do that? They seem to be interested in him regardless of if he’s talking or not. He’s not talking much, they’re talking - they’re whispering in his ears, skimming their large, warm hands over his sides and down his back, one of them (or maybe both?) keeps grabbing his ass, and they keep handing him party favors.

Really, it feels so good to be surrounded and flirted with that… TJ just takes everything the men hand him, docile as a kitten.

Everything Andy and Ransom hand him.

TJ swears it all tastes better than normal. (Is he high? Is that why it tastes so good? Is that why his mouth is watering so much?) Plates of finger food from the spread in the shiny, expansive kitchen. Appetizers that are passed around by waitstaff on trays. Handfuls of set-out chocolate and nuts from small, fancy dishes on end tables. Little bites of things that wouldn’t fill TJ up so much if there weren’t unending waves of them from both of the men. Then, all these half-full flukes of alcohol don’t taste like alcohol. They’re bubbly and sweet and would get anyone drunk easily, even if they were paying attention. TJ isn’t paying any attention. Every time he finishes his drink or his portion of easy, yummy snack food it’s promptly taken and replaced before he even realizes it.

It’s magical.

TJ has always had puppy fat. He’s got a baby face and a soft layer over his belly - he’s never been able to get abs, no matter how much his drug habits repress his appetite - but no one would be able to tell right now. Any of that extra softness that he carries all the time has been completely stretched out, overridden by the bulge of his stuffed belly. Carbonated alcohol. Finger foods. Appetizers. Alcohol. Pieces of chocolate. Alcohol. Rich dessert. More dessert. Another appetizer. Even more carbonated alcohol. A handful of nuts fed to him by Andy’s big, gentle yet demanding hands. A whole fluke of champagne poured down his throat by Ransom. They make TJ dizzy and weak at the knees even though they’ve pressed TJ against a wall. The party buzzes around them. TJ sways in place - they’re not going to let him go anywhere, though, so he doesn’t worry about his inability to stand on his own.

It’s easy to see why TJ isn’t soft now... but he feels soft, all over. High. Spacey. Soft.

Oof.

It’s hard to breathe.

He’s got a fucking pot belly after all the snacks and drinks. Indulgence is being used to pacify him. He’s easy and sweet by nature, but now… God. The men don’t even need spoons to eat him up. He’s melting. They’re going to lick him up no problem.

TJ looks so round. His stomach is bloated, completely taut. Like a drum. His poor belly button is stretched, made wider, and more shallow than normal. His skin aches, thudding in time with his heart. He’s blushing red - his face from being so overtly, aggressively chased by two of the most attractive men he’s ever seen in real life, but his belly, too. Under his clothes, where their hands keep sneaking, his skin is turning red from the stretch, from the rush of blood, his body trying to both get aroused through the slurry of alcohol slowing him down and through the mountain of food inside him, working so hard to try and figure out what to do with the excess.

Yet… TJ doesn’t notice.

His nice shirt is creaking at the seams, the buttons this close to bursting open, it’s never had to deal with excess like this, but he can’t hear it over the smooth rumble of Ransom’s voice and the rough gravel of Andy’s. One of them grabs his hip and TJ whimpers, melting like butter in their hands, his mouth naturally falling open so they can shove whatever they want into it. TJ just wants to be full. He's desperate.

Another mouthful and TJ moans out loud, drunker than shit on everything. Alcohol, of course, but attention and food, too. He doesn’t know what way is up or down, and he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care when the men’s hands are all over him again, purring at him, sweetly praising him for having more and for liking it. TJ doesn’t even question if he actually likes it or not. He does. He likes it so much. He’s aching, throbbing, and stretched to his limit, his belly bulging out in front of him as though he’s swallowed a fucking watermelon whole, and he’s so heavy. He feels slow and hot and good. He feels like he wants them to keep touching him. He feels hungry. Hungry for them to do more than teasingly touch, caress, and feed him. Hungry for food.

“More?” TJ just barely manages to moan between gulps of alcohol, the flow dictated by Ransom, tipping not a fluke this time, but a whole fucking bottle back into his mouth.

Where did he even find such a big bottle of liquor?

Andy’s hands are against his belly, roughly shaping and caressing the ball-like shape of him. Andy chuckles, “more?”

TJ shivers but nods anyway, feeling some of the alcohol he’s chugging drip down his chin and dribble onto his chest, staining his shirt.

Andy growls, grabbing and shaking his belly until TJ starts to slide down the wall, being groped in such a way leaves tight, aching pleasure coursing through him. It leaves him unable to hold himself up, dragged down by the weight of what they’ve done to him. They don’t bother to hold him up this time. This time, TJ slouches all the way to the floor. They stop feeding him alcohol. And with his head thrown back against the wall, squinting up at them, TJ pouts at them. His belly is in his lap, straining, and he misses them already. He’s heavy, but he wants them all over him, heavier. He’s full, but he has the sudden urge to give in and give in and give in until he bursts. Bursts out of his shirt, the buttons and seams popping open, and bursts, coming by their hands or untouched, he doesn’t care.

“Mooore,” TJ verifies, moaning, uncaring who at the party hears him, gluttonous and dumb.

The men exchange a glance, Ransom licking his lips as Andy bites his own. Then, at once, synchronized, they lean down to grab him and pull him up by the wrists. They don’t care enough to brace TJ or his belly before they move him, so, his gut sloshes and wobbles with the sudden movement, exemplifying his fucking waddle.

TJ stumbles out of the party, held up only by these two big men. One of them whispers in his ear, and the other bites marks into his neck as TJ's head lulls back, totally out of it. Conversely, TJ's belly protrudes in front of him.

Round.

Full.

TJ doesn’t ask where they’re taking him. He doesn’t care. Anywhere. He just wants more.

My favorite type of sandwich 🥴🥴