#i got it out of my system. im normal now i promise

[mrskywalkers-chanelboots]

horrific idea for an au that i hope no one on their right mind ever writes (ESPECIALLY ME) but i must free this from my mind:

ouran high school host club au where luke is haruhi and the hosts are every. single. character. that has been shipped with luke

INCLUDING THE WEIRD ASS ONES

i have ideas already for who would fit into what host archetype but i am unsure if i should elaborate,,,

with this and the shrek dinluke au i feel like im the star wars equivalent of haikyuu fanartist @ upupbuttercup

[cables-and-wires]

ohhh my god wait. hold on what mental illness is doing this

[kitashousewife]

“m’gettin sick,” osamu sniffles from his cocoon on the couch. ever since he got home he’s been quiet and sleepy, cuddling up with a blanket despite being hot to the touch.

one thing you’ve learned about osamu, is that he is never sick. ma always joked about how despite every illness that passed through the twins’ schools, teams, or even work; osamu made it out perfectly healthy. you’ve found this to be true. even when you’ve been at your worst, osamu’s immune system has never faltered.

“i can’t be sick,” osamu’s mumbled voice is stuffier than normal, and his nose is a rosy pink. “i got work in the mornin’.”

“not like this, you don’t,” you pour some water from the kettle into his cup and dip the tea bag inside. he waves you off.

“what? just close shop for a day? i can’t do that,” he snatches a few kleenex from the box on the counter, turning around when you raise an eyebrow at him.

“you can actually, and you should.” you slide the tea over to him before heading towards your shared bathroom. “just post something tonight to give everyone a heads up.”

osamu shuffles behind you, tea in one large palm with tufts of kleenex in the other. he huffs when he feels hot once again, flinging off his sweat shirt as quick as he can.

“but kita-“

“kita can deliver to our house, baby. we can bring the rice over a different day.”

you fold your arms and stand by the bath as it fills. osamu copies you, leaning against the doorframe with a pout.

despite being sick as a dog, he won’t go down without a fight. out of principle, of course.

“what about the special i was gonna run?”

“you can do it next week,” you test the water with your palm before adding some epsom salt in.

“what will the regulars do when they head to the store?” osamu puts his palms up dramatically and snorts when you roll your eyes.

“im heading into town tomorrow, i can put a sign in the door. trust me ‘samu, i think they will appreciate you being closed. who wants to eat onigiri from someone with a runny nose?”

he doesn’t say anything. for a minute, you think he’s finally rested his case. after he slips in the bath and lets out a comfortable sigh, he decides to put one last ditch effort in.

“produce gets delivered tomorrow! i have to be there for that!” he’s comically large in the small tub the two of you share, knees folded up as he tries to sink in. you shake your head and he groans.

“fine, fine. okay. i’ll close tomorrow. ya happy?”

“thrilled,” you place a towel next to the tub and sit down. “you need to rest, samu. the shop will be there when you’re better, i promise.”

he pouts again, but this time it’s genuine.

“but i’m never sick,” he splashes water on accident when he leans his head back against the wall. “i take good care of myself! i take my vitamins, drink lots of water, get good sleep,”

your lips tug into a smile.

“and that will help you beat whatever you have even faster. but for now, let’s take it slow okay? get plenty of sleep, heal your body, and stay home.”

osamu nods, and let’s his eyes close. he soaks for a few minutes, relishing in the relief his achey joints feel for the first time all day. while he gets ready for bed, he can’t help but feel his heart swell as he watches you grab extra blankets for his side, knowing he will probably be chilly tonight.

“i’m probably gonna sore with all this shit in my nose,” he sinks under the covers, propping his head up on the extra pillows you set up for him.

“you snore anyway,”

“do not! ya liar,” he smacks your bum when you snuggle up next to him. “don’t touch me, i’ll get ya sick. i’m real contagious,”

you place a big kiss on his forehead before getting back to your original spot.

“i’ll take my chances,” you listed to osamu’s steady heart while he falls asleep. osamu is always taking care of you, grabbing your favorite things from the shop because he’s thinking of you. carrying you when your feet hurt from the heels he told you not to wear, bringing you glasses of water because he knows you aren’t drinking enough, and never asks for anything in return.

“i love ya,” osamu whispers, half asleep and hums when you squeeze him closer.

“i love you too, samu. sleep well.”

[onskepa]

Left Behind: Moments

Here is another chapter of the left behind series! Hope you all enjoy!

Left behind series

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Jake’s pov 

“So ummm…..I was told to vlog my day to day stuff. Guess to keep record of things I do and not lose my shit on this planet” Jake tells himself on camera. It has been a few hours since he woke up from his cryo sleep. His body ached, felt like a statue from not moving for 5 years. 

“This is year is 2154….those fuckers lied. It's been 7 years since I left Earth for this jungle gym crap. 7 years felt like nothing. My baby girl, probably in her preteen years right now. I wonder how she is doing. I wouldn't blame her if she hates me, no scratch that. She is incapable of hate. Maybe mad, yeah. But not hate. I want this mission to be done and over with.” 

Jake’s pov

“First day in my avatar…gotta say, it felt fucking amazing. I was able to breathe the native air! Best part, I can run! WOOHOOO! YES! Oh man, never in my life have I felt this amazing. Though I did get carried away. When I woke up in my new body, the excitement got to me. I ran almost all over the fields, the basketball court, the botanical gardens, it felt great. Almost got in trouble but grace was there to save my ass” 

“Still have to adjust to this body, grace is giving me a week to get used to it. I am not the only one though, there is a weird guy named Normal Spellman. Nerdy but otherwise cool. He is the one who studies alongside with tommy. Good pals I can only imagine. He just got his avatar too”

“I bet if my baby girl was here, she would be surprised. With everything really. Maybe a bit scared. Would enjoy it no doubt. Learn how this planet works. I cant help it. I wonder what she is doing. Is she making friends? Doing good in school? So many things. But I know the sooner I get this mission done, the sooner I get home to her” 

“Gotta rest now, got a big day tomorrow, this is Jake Sully, singing out” 

Jake’s pov 

“Colonel Quaritch, tough and kinda scary guy but he keeps people safe here. As safe as it can get on this planet. Met him in the brief meeting as a welcome home type of talk. But, weirdly enough, I admire him. He seems to know what he is doing and how to do it. Said he has a special mission for me, didn't say what yet but to expect a visit from him soon” 

“I can worry about that later. Tomorrow starts a new mission. Get samples from more remote areas of the forest. Norm was given a special task. Try to make a peaceful contact with the aliens here. Na’vi is what they are called. Grace gave me a brief on them. Some important figures too. Guess they have a system of rulers here. Like the old native tribes back on Earth. My missions is to guard and make sure grace and norm get what they need” 

“I will be honest, does not seem too bad. Was given the ok to shoot any possible threats. Practice with the guns, proud to say I have not lost my aim. It is getting late but I still have to do this. Does keep my mind busy, recalling the day’s events. I am starting to get into a routine” 

“After shutting off the camera, I look at the picture of me and my daughter. I would stare at it for a while until my eyes drop. See this? It was the day I won a little toy for her at an arcade. She was so happy. Not often was I able to give her something new. Hopefully the paychecks are getting funded for her needs. I bet she is getting nice, brand new things” 

“So many birthdays I missed. Im so sorry baby girl, but I promise, the second I go back, I will give you the biggest hug ever. Buy you all the gifts you could ever want, hell, if the pay is that good, get a better place. Maybe close to your favorite park that you like to play in. Better yet, go to the zoo like you always wanted. I know you will be much older but I dont care. You are my baby girl for life. Nothing is going to change that” 

“Guess now I better log off. Big day tomorrow, this is Jake Sully, signing off”

Jake’s pov 

“Things didn't go right during the mission and I was split up from grace and norm. A giant weird animal, thana-something called by grace, deadly, found us. Had his eyes on me, grace told me to run so I went the opposite direction of where those to were, to not get them in the crossfire. Seriously, that animal was huge, but I guess by some miracle, a bigger animal came into view. Like in those old nature documentaries, the two giants began to fight. Either way, I made a run for cause I know it was not going to end pretty” 

“I got lost along the way, had no idea where I was or how far I was from the crew. Took me sweet time though. Admiring the pretty sights that Pandora had to offer. Felt like a kid again. Everything was bright, colorful, alive. I can see why the RDA wants to use the resources here. Crazy to think that Earth was one like this. Green, healthy, breathing” 

“Of course somewhere along the way I lost myself even more, lost my gun. Had to make a spear then turn it into  a torch because night came. Now night time felt like a whole different world. Everything glowed, pretty almost neon colors illuminated the plats. Some small creatures also glowed. Sad that I couldn't appreciate it enough. Got attacked” 

“Freaking hyena looking animals, running in a pack. The fire helped create a distance as I ran but they were too many, though I was done for. My ass got saved by an unlikely person” 

Jake’s pov 

“Neytiri, princess of the Omatikaya clan. Scary lady but she saved me. Called me a baby, and told me that I have a strong heart. Stuff happened and next thing you know, I am in their home base. Word passed and neytiri was tasked to train me. Teach me their ways. I am where the RDA needs me to be. It is now only a matter of time. Give the Colonel what he wants, give grace what she wants. It is a win-win situation” 

“Still holding out on that little meeting Quaritch wants to have with me. Maybe it won't be that far, since now I am within the premise of the indigenous, I guess I need to collect more info” 

“A lot happened so to say. I gotta rest soon. If allowed, I can bring something from here, take it with me when I get back home. Pictures seem the best answer. Or something na’vi related. My little girl knows so little of what is being told about pandora. Or knew I should say. How old is she now….? Probably a preteen. Guess I dodged a bullet. I know pre-teen years are hell. No, I shouldn't say that” 

“Soon baby girl. The wait will be worth it. Like I promised. Training day begins tomorrow, so, with that, this is jake sully, signing out” 

Jake’s pov 

“I am part of the people. I am the son of the people and child of Eywa. Passing my iknimaya, taming my ikran, everything. I am na’vi. It feels unreal, hard to accept. Tsu’tey and I are brothers, wasn't that long ago he wanted to kill me, calling me ugly, but now we are at the same level” 

“They celebrated my rebirth. It was fantastic, neytiri made me dance even though I was terrible at it. The whole thing felt magical. Truly, I felt like I really belonged somewhere, being accepted. It felt nice. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, it did get better” 

“Surprise surprise, I am now mated to neytiri. She took me to the tree of voices, telling me of how sacred and precious it is, being able to connect to their ancestors. It was beautiful. Neytiri was beautiful, still is. Taking my breath away, and my availability” 

“I wouldn't change it for anything, she is someone I have come to love with all my heart. As cheesy as it sounds, it's true. Neytiri changed me, made me better, and I have no regrets”

Jake’s pov 

“They are starting to pressure us, more like me. The RDA really want the omatikaya gone, away from their home tree. Just because it houses the materials they want. It is not easy, none of it is easy. To tell them to leave, when it's been their home for thousands of years. According to Grace, I don't doubt her. This is their home, it is us who are the aliens” 

“They are not going to leave, nothing is going to change their minds. Worst yet, I know quaritch will do drastic things to get what he wants. I was an idiot to follow him, to believe him. What he will do, knowing his tactics, he will shed blood and bullets. I need to warn neytiri, mo’at, tsu’tey. Can't believe this is coming out of my mouth, but I pray to Eywa, that she guides me. What can I do to make sure things don't go downhill” 

“I came to make good money, to finish the mission given to me and be done with. Now, I am in a moral dilemma. I am stuck” 

Jake’s pov

“I am sorry. No amount of sorry’s that I say will ever be enough for anyone. Not to neytiri, not to eytukan, not to mo’at, tsu’tey grace, norm, anyone. It will never be enough. I brought this to them, it is only right that I help. War is coming, and soon. So many na’vi died when they destroyed their home tree. Many wounded, kids, infants, innocent lives” 

“Grace and I did our best to warn them, tell them to leave. Tsu’tey was adamant to fight, their weapons useless against the valkyries. In an instant, all was gone. I wanted to apologize to neytiri, she was furious, telling me I am not one of those people. She is right. Before anything more could be done, those damn bastards forced me to pull out. Pushed me in a tight closure” 

“Quaritch, a beast he is, heartless. Keeping me locked up yet outside of my cage he dangles the picture of my little girl. Telling me it's not too late to take his side if I ever want to go back to earth and see her again. Going on about how she will react to all of this. Her father rebelling against humanity. As much as I hate to admit…”

“He is right….I dont know if I will see her again. I hate to say….sacrifices have got to be made. I'm sorry, but I have to atone my sins. Like I said, no amount of sorry’s will be enough. Not even for my little girl, I am sorry baby girl, but daddy is not coming home”

Jake’s pov 

“We won. Quaritch is dead, and unfortunately, so is Grace and tsu’tey. Both sides lost many lives. Yet that is war, but we won. Humans are no more, many left, only few remained. Sworn their loyalty to the na’vi. Only they can stay. We made many sacrifices, I made many.  Many I dont regret, or will look back to. This is the beginning of a new chapter for me. There is nothing left to hold me back, not my past, not my memories.  I am at peace with what I did” 

“Neytiri is with a child, I am excited, I am going to be a father. I cant wait when they arrive, I will be there, welcoming my son or daughter into a new world of peace. First born, neytiri likes to say it over and over.  She is not wrong, our first child together in a new era of peace” 

“However there is still one thing left to do. A grand celebration is going to be held” 

“This I look forward to, many are coming together for it. It is my birthday after all, can't miss my own party. So, one last time. This is Jake Sully, the human, signing out. For good” 

Third pov

A young girl looks at the last vlog of her father, Jake Sully, eyes wide as she takes in what she just saw. This was a side she never knew, nor did she think it would be hidden.  

She clenches her hands into a fist tightly, gritting her teeth, her body shaking in fury. Hot tears streaming down her face, not knowing whether to cry in sadness or scream in anger. So many emotions mixed, creating a tornado in her mind. 

Hearing a door open behind her, she turns to glare at the man. 

“Why….” was all she could say before breaking down.

Aaaaaaaaaaand that is it for this chapter of the ongoing series! This one I chose to have only jake be the main point, his vlogs. See how his mind changes, perspective and what lead to the final choice. Trust me, this will come back for future chapters. So until next time! See ya!

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[unicyclehippo]

Bishova: alcohol

just a little shorty im writing instead of sleeping bc i don’t! like! storms! i don’t think I’ve quite got yelena’s vibe but it was fun to write. set in the same stories as the others

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when her phone buzzed fourteen times in one minute, that was when yelena knew she had made a mistake.

‘kate bishop, you are pushing my patience,’ she said to no one and the empty safe house.

snatching up the phone, she considered crushing it—they could part ways like that, easy, and she would not ever have to think about clint barton or kate bishop again—but it was the only burner phone she had and kate bishop was not the only message she was waiting for. plus, she liked the dog.

the first eight messages were all photos of said dog. it had snowed since they arrived at the barton farm and lucky wore booties on his paws. from the photos of his bizarre walk and tail tucked between his legs, yelena guessed the pizza dog didn’t like them.

the other six messages were not photos and they were not short. yelena groaned at the first wall of text but she had four hours until extraction and nothing else to provide diversion.

‘you are the lucky one, kate bishop,’ yelena told her, which would have sounded menacing if the girl were here but, since she was not, was just kind of sad.

(21:50) hey sorry about sending a dozen photos, i didnt really think about it first because lucky was just so cute but you feel like the kind of person who would get irritated by that sort of thing so i’ll keep it to a totally normal & very chill number of messages from now on! promise!!!! anyway i just wanted to say merry christmas, i don’t know if you celebrate because you said an awful lot about american christmas like it wasn’t super familiar and idk if russian (?) christmas is different but either way, i hope you have a rly nice day

(21:50) this is kate

(21:50) bishop

(21:50) fyi

(21:50) in case you didnt realise or save my number

(21:50) ok im done now i promise good night

yelena had to laugh. she swiped her thumb up the tiny dim screen of the flip phone, pressed it to the many exclamation points.

kate bishop.

what a surprise she had been.

what a surprise she remained.

yelena was not surprised at herself, for being intrigued by the girl. she was not much younger but she was so different and it was the itch, wasn’t it? the need to scratch at the persistent question. what would she have been like if the red room had not been?

yelena did not think she would be much like kate bishop. even as a little girl, she did not talk as much, share as much. kate bishop walked through the world without any shields, all soft eyes and soft skin. it made yelena’s skin crawl to be around it, still not sure the softness would not infect.

and yet. she went back. she had her answer but she went back to her. with alcohol, for the proper drowning of sorrows.

yelena cut her eyes across the horizon. the hills were silver under the moonlight and she would be able to see any vehicles or bodies long before they reached the house. she was sat on the empty table in the centre of the living room; it was the only piece of furniture and from her place she had a sightline out in every direction.

she had not expected such a night they spent drinking together. when the fourth shot hit kate’s system, she was very chatty. yelena learned much that she asked and more that she had not.

kate bishop was hiding something.

she learned that very quickly, and enjoyed trying to pluck it from the girl. to no avail. if she had more time, maybe, but kate did not handle alcohol well.

she would not have handled the red room well.

it hurt to think it, which was foolish. yelena was not there and she would never go back. it was gone, the men who ran it were dead.

it hurt to think it because the red room still sat in her head, still was tangled in everything she was, still soaked her hands, her history, her name. when she walked, she thought of it. when she talked, she thought of it. when she sat beside this girl, listing from griefs weight on her shoulders and drunkenness, yelena thought first that killing her would take no effort at all. kate bishop had a long, pretty neck and she could put a blade, a piece of glass, against her carotid and—red. she had done it before. to girls less soft.

taking her money was easy and more practical.

leaving her number was…not.

and now this.

yelena tapped a button to light up the screen. it did not get good quality photos, this phone, but the pizza dog was funny anyway.

(21:54) i will dispose of this phone tomorrow.

(22:00) yelena! hi! okay?? because i sent too many messages or??

(22:00) you are funny, kate bishop. and you talk so much.

(22:01) i know. sorry

(22:01) i am glad you were never assassin. it would be a shame to kill you. return safely to nyc.

(22:02) thanks. you too

(22:03) or wherever you’re headed

(22:03) which is……..?

yelena huffed a laugh. a brick of a car shouldered over the hillside and rattled down the long long road toward the house. she dropped the burner to the floor and hopped down from the table, crushing it beneath her boot.

[sturniolo04]

Road Trip Embarrassment C.S.

Bf!Chris x Gf!Fem!Reader

Summary: in which Kailey and Chris take a road trip to the Cape.

A/N: If you don't like the preadded name in my stories, you can either add your own name or not read it; it's up to you :)

Kailey and Chris through out your relationship was known for taking at least a getaway road trip to the Cape just about once a month which was your guys normal. you loved doing it and chris loved doing so it was even, so here it is now the middle of March and you were finally on spring break from college and Chris decided now was a perfect time to take your once a month trip to the Cape this week in March.

"you ready to go my love"

he asks you as you smiling as make your way to him dressed in fresh love from top to bottom.

"yes i am"

you cheerfully state as he walks you over to the passenger side of the car getting ready to open it for you but halting his actions to ask.

"did you use the bathroom before you lock the door"

he chuckles. See over the many road trips you guys took to the Cape, chris has learned that you have a small bladder to say the least so he always made sure you guys made multiple stops dedicated to bathroom breaks.

"yes chris i did"

you giggle as he finally opens the door for you, you hopping in.

The ride staring out was very chill so far, your guys shared playlist playing from chris phone on aux connected to the care Bluetooth system as you casually hum along. Chris as comfort places his large palm on your thigh as you get the memo resting both hands on top of his. Throughout the whole entire trip Kailey has been downing and consuming water from her waterbottle which was abnormally huge but that is only because kailey promised herself she was going to do better about staying hydrated, chris noticing this grows worried at how many bathroom break you would actually need to make.

"baby slow down dont drink all of that at once"

he chuckles reaching his hand over to tip your waterbottle downwards to prevent you from drinking more.

"chris i have a headache so i have to stay hydrated"

you whine lifiting the bottle to your lips again.

"okayy well we are going to stop in a minute do you have to pee"

he trails off questioning you as he fixates his focusing fully back on the road.

"no babyy i dont"

you chuckle reaching a free hand to his hair threading you hand through it.

It was about a hour and a half after you and chris made the stop at the gas station and you got sidetracked with snacks and forgot to use the bathroom, which was the whole purpose of the stop. kailey was mentally face palming herself in the forehead feeling her bladder squeeze which was a sign she had to pee. Kailey knew she couldn't ask chris to stop again because they just stopped.

"how much longer till the next stop"

Kailey asks trying not to seem obvious as chris glances over to you.

"um another couple hours im pretty sure"

fuck

"why"

he questions

"no reason just wondering"

you lie attempting to shift your focus to something to take your mind off of the fact you had to use the bathroom.

time skip

it was now only 40 minutes into the two hour destination being the bathroom and it was getting harder to hold it. kailey was bouncing her leg up and down which was serving as a distraction from her not pissing on herself, which caught her boyfriend attention quickly.

"you okay K"

he asks reaching his hand out to placing it on your thigh to stop you from bouncing it not realizing why you are doing so. Kailey didnt respond to him but rather just fluttered her eyes closed deeply inhaling and exhaling. Chris quickly glances at his girlfriend trying to scan her face to see what is going on.

"K whats going on talk to me"

he ask rubbing his hand gently up and down your thigh making continuous shifting eye contact from the road to her.

" chris i hate to do this but-"

you trail off still bouncing your leg looking out of the front windshield making fixated eye contact with the road ahead.

"i really have to use it like bad"

you continue looking over at him with an uncomfortable expression painted on your face from holding it for almost and hour at this point.

"you have to pee"

he exclaims asking you still making shifting eye contact.

"mhm"

you groan out tipping you head back to rest again the head rest in the car.

"baby we still still have another hour to go till the next bathroom"

" i know but im going to piss my pants chris"

you state straining a chuckle out.

"do you want me to pull over"

he asks but not giving you time to answer already doing so.

"oh my god! ih my god! oh my godd!!"

you exclaim as you push the car door open, unbuckling your seatbelt climbing out of the car to squat down.

"there is no way"

chris chuckles out, not trying to focus on the fact his girlfriend was currently peeing on the side of the freeway.

"dont look chris"

you exclaim embarrassed enough as it is.

"im not trust me"

he chuckles out as a few minutes pass.

"are you done K"

he questions still looking away from you making sure there was no one being nosy.

"yeah"

Kailey sighs out pulling up her panties and sweat pants, climbing back into the car, looking at her boyfriend.

"feel better"

he giggles.

"so much better"

you sigh out putting hand sanitizer on your hands

"i cant believe you just pissed on the side of the freeway"

"stop chriss i had to pee really bad dude"

you whine out shoving his arm playfully as he chuckles. This was definitely a road trip you two wouldn't forget.

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[melancholyshadow]

Reprimand

pairing: john price x female!reader 

word count: around 1.4k 

content warnings: kinda mean!price in the beginning, spanking, overstimulation possibly, no actual sex but definitely smut. MDNI

an: more cod stuff! woohoo! this is my first time writing something like this so bear with me. its not a full blown fic, just s little something. i got inspired by a tiktok i saw, but i can’t find it now.  im still working on some request from about a month ago, but if you see this and want to send some more, feel free! 

There were three tell-all signs that the Captain had which let you know when you had fucked up, and he was displaying them all for you right now. 

One, he sat back slowly in his large office chair, causing a slight squeaking noise. The chair was physically taller and broader than him, but in that moment he made it look puny, meant for a child.

Two, an elbow propped up on the arms of the chair, stroking the length of his mustache. While he appeared to be in deep thought about all the forms of punishment he could put you through.

Three, using his other hand, he rhythmically tapped the solid, oak desk with his fingertips, clearly trying to calculate exactly what he needed to say next. He was a man of few words, but when he did speak, everyone listened. 

All that cockiness, stemming from a successful mission, that resided in your body, exorcized itself almost immediately. You had been on this side of Price a time or two before. What exactly had you done? You couldn’t say, on this last mission, you were quite reckless. A usual occurrence, even putting Soap to shame. It could have been leaving your post early, after it was made very clear not to. Or it could have been the jokes you made over the communication systems. You were never one to take things very seriously. Well, that was the case for everything, except for this. 

“Captain, I–” You tried to speak, defend your actions, but he stopped you, holding his palm out towards you. “I think you’ve done enough talking.” He barked, his accent sounding rougher than normal. You knew how this was going to end, the same way it always did. You just wished he would get on with it, because the anticipation was killing you, and you could feel the mix of dread and excitement building in the pit of your stomach. 

Price and you had a thing, an indescribable thing, but it was definitely a thing. Finally, after a long, thick silence, he beckoned you forward with his index finger. Your legs felt like they could crumble at any moment as you walked towards him, rounding the side of the desk, and coming to stand next to him. Twisting in the chair, he faced you, one hand still messing with his mustache. 

“Be a good girl and bend over the desk.”  It was like your body was entranced, buckling forward at the hips, chest coming to rest against the hard surface of his desk. The oak was cold against your exposed arms, which were bent at the elbow and palms flat. Exactly how he liked you. You couldn’t see him, but you could hear his movements as he stood up from his seat, the wheels of his chair scratching against the wooden floor as it rolled backwards a few feet. 

The heavy footfall of his boots were deafening in the otherwise silent office as he paced behind you somewhere. “How many times are we going to have to do this, Sergeant?” He asks rhetorically, he knows you’ll never learn. “Never again, sir.” But your promise falls of deaf ears. “Ah, we know that’s not true. He chuckles. He wasn’t wrong, but you would never admit that to him. “We both know you like this a little too much.” Your body spoke louder than any words possibly could, and he was a great listener. 

Still unable to see the Captain, you heard his pacing cease, coming to stand directly behind you. You could practically feel the heat radiating off his body. He was close, but not close enough to actually be touching you. One of his boots kicked the insides of your feet, instructing you to widen your stance, which you did. His index fingers loop around the waistband of your thermals, shoving them down your legs with no warning. Your panties going with them. 

You tense under the sudden decrease in temperature, cool air traveling between your legs and to the apex of your thighs. Your fists ball up beside you, bringing your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to suppress any of the noises threatening to pass your lips. “You were certainly more chatty earlier, sweetheart. What happened?” He mocked.

“Sir, I–” Was all you could muster out, before one hand came down to graze the newly exposed skin, causing you to let out a small gasp. Another laugh passes his lips from behind you, his thumb rubbing over the soft skin. You were putty in his hands, and he had barely even touched you yet. 

Leaning over you, he placed his mouth right beside your ear. “Good girls get rewarded…” He whispers, his long, slender fingers crawling closer to your cunt, the pad of his index finger makes contact with your cunt. He presses forward, between your soaked folds, until he’s satisfied by the amount of slick he’s collected on the tip of his finger. And just as you think he’s about to push one of his fingers inside you, he speaks again, “...bad girls get punished.” 

That’s when he pulls away from you, voiding you of any contact. A strangled groan falls past your lips, “I-I’m sorry for misb-behaving, s-sir.” You apologize profusely. “I-It won't happen again.” You echo your promise from earlier, but Price still doesn’t buy it. He knows you’re just saying that to get your way, but he wasn’t budging that easily. “You know the drill, sweetheart…” He said, completely ignoring your pleas. 

“Count.” That’s when you felt the first smack come down on your ass, the left cheek. The sound echoes off the walls, your body jolting further against the desk. The handles of the drawers digging into the fronts of your thighs. “One!” You squeak out, eyes screwed shut, the pain simmered on your back side. It was a pleasurable feeling, it was like adding oxygen to the fire inside you. 

That was until his large hand came down again, across the same cheek. There was a trend that each swat got harder and harder as time went on. “Two!” You called out, hands reaching out to grip the front of the desk for support. “You sure do know how to take direction now.” He quipped. “Price, I promise I-“ Another smack, harder this time. “Three!” The Captain was very particular about the use of honorifics in this type of situation. He definitely enjoyed the power dynamic between the two of you, and used it to his advantage. 

An annoyed wail instinctually leaves your mouth. “Where are your manners, sweetheart?” He scolded. “Sir, sorry, I just wanted to sa-“ Another swat. Between the momentum and his calloused hand, the stinging sensation grew quickly. After the fourth slap, his fingertips dig into the reddened skin, which was beginning to swell from the mishandling. He kneads the flesh, causing you to suck in a quick breath. “C’mon, Sergeant, you’re doing so well.” He praised you, pressing soft kisses to the top of your head. “F-Four…” You whimpered. 

This continued well into the double digits. Each one getting more difficult to count out loud, but with each smack he seemed to get more lenient with you. From experience he knew, anything after fifteen was hit or miss. You had started seeing stars at around eleven. “Eightee-en.” You weren't sure when the tears had started, but they stained your cheeks. You could taste the saltiness on your lips. 

Luckily Price knew your body well enough to know when you were at your tipping point, and he could tell you were nearly there. “You’re being such a good girl, you can make it to twenty, yeah?” You contemplated for a moment, the burning sensation on your ass was intense, you knew there would surely be bruises and sitting would already be a challenge. “Y-Yes, s-sir.” You mewled. “Atta girl.” He cooed. 

Another slap. “Nineteen.” You said through gritted teeth, you were sure your knuckles were white because of how hard you were gripping the desk to steady yourself.. Your legs had started to go numb, they were overcome with that familiar buzzing sensation. Your brain was foggy, you weren’t even sure how you were keeping track of the number you were at, you were just spouting out numbers and hoping for the best. “So good.” The Captain reiterated, “Last one.” 

Smack. 

“Twenty!” You sobbed out. “Alright, you’re all done.” He murmured, “Stand up.” He ordered softly. It took a few moments for your brain to register his words, but once they did, you used your hands to push off the desk. As all your weight distributed back onto your legs, that's when they crumbled, luckily Price was there to catch you. 

“It’s alright, I gotcha, love.”

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

GOTHPOOL - Milo Mason Earth 138 - Hobie's Deadpool

Milo is a street kid through and through. He's been one all his life. All six years, that is. All six he can remember. He met Hobie at 13, when they both were just hungry kids living on the street and squatting in flats, and when they were hungry, they'd count out pence until they had something to share.

Now, they're both heros and roomies! (Although Hobie agrees with neither)

Hobie helped Milo transition, helping him steal his T shots when they were younger

Constantly mentions once being taller than Hobie

Has no pupils. If you ask, he'll act like he doesn't know what you're talking about. (There is no known explanation for this)

At 17 him and Hobie lost contact, with Milo going into a clinical trial with the promises of money and mental help.

Instead he got his healing factor

Him and Hobie reunited through 'Hero Work' - with Gothpool meeting Spider-punk

Only for Milo to immediately go 'No fucking way!! Talk again!! Hobie?? Hobie, m8 is that you? You sound just like this bloke-'

And Hobie had to be like 'Can you...not keep saying my name out loud.'

He thinks he lives at the houseboat, keeps breaking in and eating Hobie's heinz beans

Endless supply of witty and worn t-shirts

Loves Hobie and wants to kiss him on the mouth but in a loving platonic way. Enjoys picking Hobie up

Used to be vocals for the band in 138 (he can actually sing. unlike Hobie)

Hobie gave Milo his first T shot at 14.

Him and Diane do not get along well. She says Milo freaks her out. Milo doesn't know why she's so jumpy around gunpowder and lit matches - like calm down what kinda Spider-woman are you??

Clueless about politics, though Hobie tries his best to teach him. It's hard for Milo to grasp, and really easy for him to get frustrated, but he genuinely wants to learn. So Hobie is extra patient with him.

Even so, Gothpool is a CRAZY asset to have in battle. He may not know about systemic oppression but he knows that a bat to the forehead will knock a cop out cold

Mainly self-trained but highly skilled in fire-arms. Fights every battle like he's in a street fight outside a bar and he's ready for blood

His favorite food is a cheese toasty with marinara sauce and a root beer float

Also he's allergic to cats. He says he isn't but he is.

Uhhhh yeah, that's all really. I realized I never posted Milo so I figured I get around to it lol

I LOVE HIM. I LOVE HIM IM SO NORMAL BUT ALSO I LOVE HIM AND HOBIE

[im-just-a-boy-guys]

R@PE FANTASY/CNC/KIDNAPPING/FEM READER/ROUGH CNC.

I love stuff that's written or acted out in person. That's just some sick daydream you have, and your partner agrees to act it out with you.

Meeting somewhere in public once as husband and wife but now as strangers.

You see me in a cafe and follows me around for most of the day, keeping track of who I'm with, my movements as you always do.

I'm just shopping by myself at a market and he follows me there. I don't have a car because I take public transport so I don't stand a chance of being found when you kidnap me

You approach me as I leave the store. "Hey, I've kind of seen you around today. Do you need help with your grocery bags? Looks like a lot to carry."

I smile and think nothing of it and consider your offer. "I think I've got it.",

As I say that one of the bag handles on the cheap plastic bags snaps, and a few of my things fall onto the floor.

I sigh and look down at the fallen things. You laugh at me in amusement and help me pick them up. "Come one. I'll give you a ride home. Besides, I see some cold tuff like milk that might spoil in this hot sun."

It was pretty hot, and I was starting to sweat through my shirt. You led me to your car and pulled out of the shopping center parking lot.

I gave you the address to head to and noticed a few wrong turns, then you pressed a button near your side or the car and all of the doors to the car locked.

I began to panic freezing up. "I don't- think this is the way to my place. We were supposed to turn a mile back-"

You interrupt me. "I'm not taking you to your place."

My heart sinks, I can't escape the car, my best bet would be to run for it whenever we got where we were going, but there was no promise that I would make it out alive if you had a concieled weapon. But I'd have to try.

The rest of the ride was painfully quiet and you'd look over form me time to time, seemingly admiring your new victim. How many came before me? Im not sure.

What I didn't know was that I was your first and only victim, your favorite. You'd been stalking me for a few months and I was a prize to be won.

We pulled into the driveway of a relatively nice-looking house. Which id have assumed to be shabby and scary looking, but it was a normal house. You walked around and opened the door for me, and I stepped out.

Before you could reach for me I tried desperately to make a run for it, now in seemingly the middle of nowhere. I hear a mumbled-

"Shit! Get back here."

, as I began to sprint. I heard a small sound and then my body was hut with a slight pinching sensation followed by a writhing pain that seemed to erupt from my very nervous system.

I could hear the electrical hum and buzz of the tazer you'd fired at me as I fell to the ground, writhing in pain as it stopped sending the current. Your muscles proceeded to spasm for a moment after and you came over and picked me up by my hair, dragging me to my feet.

You made me walk into the house and threw me down on the couch, I rolled off and curled up behind it just out of your sight. Though you still obviously knew where I was. I shook softly with fear as you re-entered the house.

You walked up to the couch and grabbed me again, leading me up to your bedroom and threw me in, locking the door.

"Stay here, pet."

I heard the click and tried everything. I searched desperately for open windows and anywhere I could hide away from you.

I managed to wriggle under the bed, though obvious, it felt safe until you returned, a roap and duck tape in my our hands. I have to cover my mouth to keep from whimpering at the sight. I try to force my breathing to be quiet as you stalk around the room. "Where are you, Doll? I just wanna play some dress up okay? I'll take such good care of you-"

You checked everywhere in the room, the bathroom attached, and then you stopped before the bed. My heart sank to the deepest pit of my stomach. I saw some movement and heard the sound of duct tape ripping, my whole body seemed to quake and I tried to shrink back against the wall, unabllle to move far enough away from the edges. You leaned down and grabbed hold of my arm-

"There you are little bunny! thought you could hide from me?"

I winced and cried out as I was pulled out from the bed and tossed on top of it. Within seconds, your body weight was on mine, holding me down as you pushed ducktape against my mouth with one hand, the other restraining my wrists.

"Just stay still sweetheart. It'll be alright- Just stay still for me- stop struggling-"

I cried out and flailed and kicked around, trying to get out from under you as you tied my wrists together with the rope, it felt rough against my skin and you tied it tightly, enough to leave a bruise later. You hung the rope of my wrists on the hook I hadn't seen above your bed. I proceeded to try to flail and kick to the best of my ability till you tied my legs open to the bedposts.

You pulled a knife from your pocket and ran it up the sides of my jeans, up my legs to my hips, then over my stomach and chest. With one strong swoop, you held onto my shirt and sliced it open, exposing my sports bra. You worked your way down and sliced into the fabric of my jeans, with a few slices this time, finally managing to get them off.

the knife then ran up gently over my bare legs, slowing down at my hips as you teased the blade closer and closer to my clit. You gently ran the blade tip over my slit between the lips and I found myself heavily aroused though against my own will. It was such a light teasing feeling that caused my panties to dampen. The blast then ran up my stomach to my chest, cutting my bra off roughly and my breasts hung freely.

You examined the small but still growing wet spot on my panties and laughed mockingly, tickling my pussy with your blade some more.

"Yeah, Bunny? Do you like how my blade feels? Dont worry, I'll be making good use of it."

you smiled a menacing grin that told me you had been patiently and hungrily waiting for just this moment. Hunter finally meets prey. You pushed the knife softly against my pussy, just over the entrance, and I found myself carefully bucking my hips at the sensation, afraid of the possible cut but needing the feeling of something against me.

"That's it. It's like instinct, huh?"

I nod and keep quiet, the only noise coming from me is a faint gasp every time I almost knick (cut) myself on the blade. you let me grind for a moment before cutting my panties off to reveal my dripping cunt. You strip in front of me, got you're so handsome. I hadn't noticed before, and your cock was throbbing as soon as you freed your length from your jeans.

"Fuck, you're soaked-"

You groaned softly and climbed onto the need, blade in hand as you lined yourself up with my hole- "No-wait- please do-", This is muffled by the tape but I am interrupted as your length fills me roughly, the knife blade being pushed to my throat. this quick action caused my ussy to throb around your aching cock, massaging you for extra pleasure.

you thrust deeply and roughly into me, lost in the sensation of my wet walls, gripping at you tightly. you adjust yourself upright and toss the knife to the side as you take my neck in one of your hands, the other bracing under my shoulder to use me as your leverage, thrusting harder now that you can pull me onto you.

I start to lose oxygen and my vision goes black for a moment. I try to pull myself to consciousness but I can feel you using that to your advantage, loosening your grip until I clearly come to then squeezing again. It was like you were edging me. My limbs grew numb and tired from holding me.

you grabbed my throat roughly, squeezing till what felt like near death as you filled me with your hot cum, I squirted roughly against you, my orgasm causing my vision to go further black than the lack of oxygen did.

"Fuck, you're so good. I think I'm going to keep you-", You giggle softly as he lets go of your throat and you come to. After fantasy: You kiss my cheeks and untie me, kissing the tape over my mouth, then trailing those kisses down my stomach and this as you untie my legs. "You did so good for me baby, I'm so proud. did you have fun?" You nod, though smile because he seems to have forgotten the tape. Once you're untied he chuckles.

"Oh, right haha.", He gently removed the tape and brought you into his arms, holding you tightly. "I had so much fun thank you."

"Never a problem. I also put the groceries away earlier when you were locked in here, I didn't want the milk to go bad." "That's wonderful thank you baby."

[lostinvasileios]

so... im scared of demons... specifically satan. but, i want to work with him.. am i just being delusional about working with him if im afraid of him?

Hi there, bee!! Thank you for being brave enough to ask. 💛🌺

No, honeydrop, you aren't delusional or anything of the sort for being afraid. Satan, just like the rest of the Ars Goetia/underworld residents, they've unfortunately been villainized and most of us have been conditioned to fear them at all costs.

But, I promise you, there's no need to be afraid of Satan or any other of the infernal deities.

I've met Satan, I actively hang around him from time to time. And he's nothing but kind. He's nothing but wise, someone warm to be around in your coldest moments, someone tough to lean on when you feel as if you can't walk. He'll help you up when you're ready, and shield you while you're down.

He's quite handsome, too. Haha.

If you desire to work with Satan, go for it! Feel it out and see what happens between you two. I've said it before and I'll say it again, if a deity doesn't want to work with you or anything of the sort, they'll let you know. If you feel drawn to him in one way or another, it's most definitely worth checking out.

A lot of the time, we have to deconstruct the fears we've been fed before we can enter deity work. And, believe me, it took me some time to be able to work with angels, or infernals, comfortably. Unlearning something is very, very difficult to do. And it's incredibly admirable for you to be stepping out of that comfort zone to try and rebuild yourself.

To be quite honest here, when Satan first appeared to me, I was startled. I didn't expect him, to be honest. I never thought of working with him. He, along with Baphomet, were deities I wanted to interact with, but - never put in motion. My deities have a habit of popping up out of the blue, lol.

But, despite how much I had learned about infernals and how normal they got to me, he still was... Mm... Surprising? Now, when he first came to me, I was - in my very early teens, I'm pretty sure. A while back. I was going through a hell of a lot, and my journey was pretty much rocketing.

I was going through my first trial, my patience one. And he - I'll... Never forget how helpful he was, and still is. He's so very gentle, he's so very understanding. When he first came, I was aware of who he was - but doubtful. And in my state of - panic, you could say, I ended up swatting at his hand when he reached to me to try and ease my worriedness. I immediately began to apologize when it had sunk in what I did, fearful he might've - I dunno - called me some slurs? I don't realistically remember what I was so afraid of. But, the point is, he didn't do anything I expected him to. Regardless of my irrationality, he still stuck around for this long. He still loves and cares for me.

Yes, just like every other deity to ever exist, he's complex and beyond our comprehension, he's intricate and different for everyone. But, if you approach him, if you approach any deity, with kindness, respect, curiosity, ect - you'll be fine. Apologize when it's due, allow them to teach and love you, allow yourself to grow with them. Don't put too much pressure on yourself to rush the process of healing, or the process of anything really. Because nobody has the expectations that you think they do for you.

Except to live.

Live, grow, rest, cry, laugh, whatever. They want you to experience. And if you feel Satan is the right deity to do that with, then by all means, I encourage you to answer that calling.

Not all deities are bad, not all deities are good, they aren't - defined by such terms. One of my unnamed spouses said to me how our ways of communication, like numbers, alphabets, ect do not apply to them. This also includes things like purity, and evilness. They are not contained by those categories. Because they have their own - inexplainable, celestial systems things.

Apologies if I went a bit overboard here, lol - I hope it helped! I wish you the best on your deity journey. 🫧❤️

[luxxtuxx]

'Get Some Rest, My Little Rockstar'

Hobie + Child!Reader THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE, I also cried writing this (multiple times) TW: Character death ANYWAYS ENJOY!

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This was supposed to be a normal day in hobies universe swinging around doing patrol, then a villain struck tearing apart a building. He managed to save a lot of people, but something felt off when he was pulling the last man out of the rubble, his spidey senses were tingling. He followed them. The stronger they got, the more he could hear it. A baby sobbing and screaming. He pushed a large chunk of rubble away to find a little baby in a carrier thrashing around.

He picked up the baby and gently rocked it. "Hey, little rockstar. Dont cry, ill be okay I promise. Spider-Punk has got you" He picked up the carrier and carefully walked out of the rubble. The first thing he did was take you to the hospital to make sure that this little baby was okay. the hospital said that either hobie could keep you or register you into the foster system. Hobie took you with him, he took some cash he had stocked away out. He looked at you, you were gonna be the only thing in his life he wanted consistency of. "C'mon rock star! Let's go find you some punk clothes."

Now, hobie wasn't the type to enjoy dressing up, but finding little baby punk clothes to put you in warmed his heart. You were his pride and joy now. A few months later your first word was 'punk' and after learning a few more words, hobie was called 'papa punk'

You grew up like a chaotically smart devil. Hobie constantly encouraged you to try things, you weren’t a spider person, but HQ loved having you around. Hobie enjoyed watching you try everything, and not stand by and be a cookie-cutter kid. You were allowed to wear whatever you wanted and do what you wanted (Within reason)

By the time you were 8, you had earned a black belt in karate, you could play your mini electric guitar pretty well, had been kicked out of 3 different schools for starting fights, and you could read just under 200 words per minute, and you had a secret cat that Hobie hasn’t found out about for 2 months. People thought that hobies yes as much as possible method would you into a monster, but it didn't you were often extremely kind and well versed in etiquette.

Hobie loved rocking out with you, he enjoyed time with you. He was a classic dad at times, making fun of you in front of your friends, or trying to embarrass you in front of your crush. Watching you grow up was his favorite thing in the whole world... Until 4 years later, an anomaly villain reached his universe, you were doing as you normally did helping old people and little kids evacuate the area. Hobie and then the entire squad including Miguel were helping out. Then it happened, a torn-up pipe the villain had thrown slashed a large cut through your side. Hobie heard you scream and immediately ditched the group to run to you, run to his kid, his pride and joy.

You fell down not having the strength to stand, he caught you in time, "Hey kid, cmon keep them eyes open okay? Im gonna get you to HQ and the nurses are gonna heal you up. hold still." he tried to lift you carefully, he sat you back on the ground after he heard you scream in pain, "Kid, I can't lose you, Stay awake" you weakly pull his mask up, wanting to see his face one last time. "Papa punk, You lived 20 years without me, I'm sure you can do it again" Hobie teared up and hugged you close "Im not gonna let you die." "Hey Dad, can I ask you somethings before I go??" his heart shattered. "Yeah, kid, anything"... he pulled away and kissed your forehead "At any point, even for a second....Did I make you proud?" that question made hobies heart hurt so bad "Every single second of every day you were in my life I was proud of you." you nod. "I don't want to go to Valhalla looking like a loser.... can I borrow your leather jacket for a bit?" hobie took off the jacket and slipped it on you. "Papa punk?" he stares at you, "Smile, I'm your canon event. Events are meant to be fun. Smile once last time for me papa" Hobie forced a weak smile at his child's request, ignoring the tears slipping out of his eyes. "Papa don't cry... You'll ruin your eyeliner" You laugh weakly and hobie smiles a small bit at your laugh... "Im sure you are tired kiddo" he kissed your forehead again as the last breath slipped from your lips

"Get Some Rest, My Little RockStar"

Bonus: Hobie had you cremated and put your ashes in a bunch of resin art so he could walk around his boat and you'd be there with him. He keeps a necklace on him with your ashes inside, every mission he completes. he kisses the small vial and say 'we won'. He still plays the guitar, mostly your favorite songs with a guitar pick he had you paint him when you were little. He made sure you were never alone. He missed you so much, and on the anniversary of your death he didn't take any missions he just sat home and talked out loud about all the amazing things you've missed in the past year, in his mind believing you could hear him.

[hetr0ph0bic]

who said that?

hey yall im new here! tell me if this sucks! TELL ME YOU LIKE IT

-2k this was a lil DRABBLE dont ask me shit i got h wordy at the end IM SORRY 

- that is me in the pfp

i think thats it enjoy also i have ao3 and wattpad if anyone cares (i do n fact hate wattpad but its a drought out here)

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after what feels like a century, riri was in town for a week. the two were supposed to enjoy summer in wakanda going to the water parks, picnics etc. but the queen has been cooped up in the lab. forget all of the plans and promises she made to the other. riri would normally be right beside her, but she is in need of a break and frankly so is shuri. she's just too deep with work to realize that she needs the break more than riri. with or without shuri she's going to have it, her fun that is. 

treading into the lab in her pj’s riri searches for shuri. her fluffy dino shoes clash with the technology. she knows she looks crazy but, she's at her limit. shuri already made her waste the whole day away. so caring about looks and rules are out the door. 

“shuri” riri starts  voice deep and visibly pissed off.

“you said we was gonna have fun! you’ve been in this weak ass lab all day” 

“oh so now my labs weak? i remember when you were begging me to get you something just like this.” she laughs, still not sparing a glimpse at her.

riri bangs down on the lab table “I’m serious, I wanna have fun. you promised me, and now you lying to me.” 

putting down the model she is working on she finally looks at riri “okay sweetheart just give me a hour, and we can order food and watch movies” she ends with tapping riri’s shoulder dismissing her. 

“you know what? actually never mind, forget you” riri stomps out of the lab. she runs to her assigned room. she pulls out her suitcases. she’s in dire search for heals and a dress. her mind is completely made up, she’s going to have fun with it without shuri. no more being nice and asking, begging her to do what she promised. quickly squeezing in the dress, she is almost ready. using her kimoyo beads, she asks ayo to walk her to a club. strapping on her heals, she is on the way.

 the two enter the club, the warrior telling her she’ll be on look out. riri first goes to the bar, taking a shot of wakandas tequila. she chills at the bar till she feels the effects of the shot. Surprisingly, the bartender slides another shot in front of her. she begins to protest, but they tell her it's from the girl a few seats down. 

‘okay shit, this is it, don't freak out!’

riri plays with her braids and the rim of the shot glass before turning to look at the woman. she’s in a deep forest green dress with a large slit in it, the slit showcases her many tattoos.

‘fuck she's hot bitch I'm gonna die’ 

then the first shot starts to slowly set it. she downs the second shot, bravery now in her system, she’s now ready to dance. she locks eyes with the woman, she then saunters to the dance floor. ‘im so fucking glad I left shuri at the palace’

 as she dances, the woman comes up behind her.  riri then grinds on her from the back. she grips the womans hips for stability. soon, changing by throwing her hands around the stranger's neck, making their fronts touch.

 “ what’s your name love” her voice is dark and smooth

 “riri yours”

 “haisani”

 “haisani… beautiful” a smile creeped upon riri’s face. god, she’s so glad she got out. nights like this help her forget about her stupid one-sided feelings towards shuri. the queen would never pick her, and tonight just solidified that fact. the tall girl hands roam down riri’s yellow, silky dress. she begins palming and groping her ass. riri feeds into the touch, grinding back with the same force. the touches set her body on fire. she’s never been this intimate with anyone before, it is clearly taking a toll on her. the woman then places a light kiss on riri’s neck trailing down. her eyes flutter shut praying for more, ripping her from the pleasure, her kimoyo beads starts buzzing. she answers, its ayo. unable to hear a word ayo says, she turns in the direction of her. but instead of finding her she meets a pissed off shuri. all the liquor in her system vanishes. slowly walking over to riri. riri knows that look pure rage, she quickly turns her head to the woman still on her waist.

 “go, please! go!”  riri pries the woman off her.

 “wait give me your number or something” riri feels like shit, she really wants to but for her sake she shouldn’t.

 “I don’t think that’s a good idea, ill see you later hopefully” the girl finally leaves, just as riri turns her head back shuri is bumping against her chest.

“ umm hi?” 

shuri doesn’t say a word, but her hand does grab riri’s arm, starting to drag her from the club.

“ shuri stop stop it now” riri seethes, trying to rip her arm out of her grasp. they enter the train platform.

“I don’t even know why you're so pissed I can have fun if I want to” riri is able to rip her arm away

“ who the fuck was that” her voice is incredibly low, eyes black. 

riri stutters, “um - i- I don’t know” squeezing by the angry girl walking onto the train.

lifting back up “riri stop fucking lying! I want her name” she steps closer to riri, if that’s even possible

“ugh! why does it matter, stop aching like you give a fuck about me.” riri pushes pass the panther, walking off the train. shuri has other plans as she picks up the small girl up, throwing her over her shoulder.

“put me down right fucking now” riri bangs on shuri’s back. shuri ignores her, continuing to walk into the palace 

“stop making a scene and be quite” shuri gives an “I'm sorry” look towards the on duty dora milaje

“I'M MAKING THE SCENE??? YOU RUINED MY NIGHT!” shuri walks up the stairs towards her room

“ no, I don’t want to be near you, you brushed me off all fucking day. you had the nerve to dismiss me. then spoiled my fun with the pretty, prettyyyy woman” shuri enters her room throwing riri on the bed 

“are you done?” riri quickly hops up from the bed, walking in front of the older.

 “ nope! I am not your girlfriend or yours at all. perrioddd!” she drags her hand across her neck.

“I can dance, grind, hump, fuck, I don’t know, I can do anything I want to when I want to.” shuri is sitting on her bed watching riri pace and rant in anger. 

“ you don’t even want me! why would you act like that.” blowing out her last breath

 “now I’m done” she then turns to leave the room.

 “who said I didn’t want you” shuri questions.

 riri stops by the opening doors, she turns around, apparently pissed.

“oh, so you lie and brush on the people you want?” she crosses her arms

 “ look, I’m sorry for brushing you off, and I realized I was spending too much time in the lab like you said.” riri walks into the room at the apology 

 “ I actually went out to join you, even got dressed up real nice.”

 shuri does a slow spin. she wears a skin tight nude strapless dress with chunky slides.

‘she painted her toes white’

 even her jewelry is beautiful of her body. the dress shows off her figure.

stop we are mad at her right now

“I just didn’t expect you to dry humping some idiot” she hops back on the large bed.

 “hmmm in my defense you never said you wanted me” riri walks closer to the queen.

“ wait so me begging to see you, the late night calls, the gifts? riri I'm not calling anyone else sweetheart. and me always wanting you here in wakanda was nothing to you…”

 “ okay, when you say it like that it sounds like a lot, but I thought you was just being nice because when I got here YOU BRUSHED ME OFF”

 “ I’m sorry baby” shuri says leaning back on the bed.

“hmmm how much? this much?  or this much?” she says, showing distance using her fingers vs hands. 

shuri gives a sly smile,“ how about this much” she closes the distance between them. 

pulling riri towards her until the girl's legs hit the bed. riri’s lips are so soft, shuri can't help but moan into the kiss. 

she starts trailing wet kisses down riri’s jaw to sucking on her neck. riri pushes shuri down on the bed. the straps of the dress pools off riri’s shoulders. she then begins to feel up on the queen's breast. pulling down the top of the tube dress, quickly attaching her lips to her right nipple. shuri throws her head back in ecstasy

“ ri” she moans and grips on riri’s braids. riri bunches her short silky dress around her hips. she roughly pulls up shuri’s long dress to make their cores meet. 

“wait, slow down” shuri then stands up to slide down her skin tight dress leaving her just in black underwear. she carefully pulls riri dress over her head. shuri then pulls off riri’s lace underwear. laying back on the bed, shuri motions riri to come closer. the girl then straddles the queen again. shuri bucks her hips up, causing the girl to lose balance. she falls, barely catching herself. now face to face with shuri. “ ri I need you to sit on my face, can you do that for me princess” she whispers in her ear. awakening something in riri’s soul, she shakes her head eagerly. scooting up the bed, she places her pussy straight in shuri’s mouth. shuri spreads her apart with one hand while the other slowly enters her. she sucks the small girl’s clit while thrusting two curved fingers in and out of her. shuri slowly feels the weight on her face become lighter and lighter. she pulls her fingers out smacking riris ass “stop fucking running” riri in return trips over her incoherent sentences. rambling ahhs and sorry, shuri then pulls her other hand from under riri. she brings both arms to wrap around her thigh, forcing her to sit completely on her face. riri screams at the stimulation, vision going blurry. she still tries her best to take it but she cant. her hands cant find a true placement. riri pulls on her own hair and shuri’s, so lost in pleasure.shuri then focuses on eating the girl. she runs her tongue up and down between the girls lips. she focuses on her clit. finding a little angle that makes riri whale her name. loud dragged out moans and smacking is echoed in the room. shuri knows riri is close as she starts leaning into the pleasure. riri curls her hands in shuri’s loose locs. riri moves rapidly on the queen's face. her clit bumping with shuri’s nose and all. she works herself up to being fully able to ride her face. “don’t stop! please don’t stop, stay just like that” riri begs. she can then ride hands free. using her hands to touch herself, bouncing while holding her breast. she twists and pulls them, adding to the heat in her lower belly. shortly after the pleas, she's cumming all over shuri’s face. shuri never lets her arms go down. using her strength to hold the crying girl down on her face. eating her in and past overstimulation. the torture stops as she gets closer to another orgasm. shuri then sticks her tongue inside the smaller tightness. thrusting in and out, she successfully pulls another orgasm from riri. head hurting, the small girl leans her weak body over to the side of the bed. shuri guides her down safely.  she wipes off riris shaking legs and tucks her in. after cleaning herself off shuri goes to sleep, anticipating the next day. 

[cherubcallremade]

PLS I LOVE HEARINV ABT PPLS SPIDERSONAS!!!!

(explodes) ok uhm. uhm. GRABS HIM (well he uses he/she)

this is martin riley (born mary james riley yes this is important) and "his" spider name is spidershfiter :) he has DID but he's from 1976 so he has no clue what the fuck that is and nobody will tell him because MPD isn't even in the DSM until the 80s.

he was generally a kid who stayed by himself bc he spent all his time outside of school helping his mom out w the rooms that she rented out in their home (her dad was a mechanic and they were outside of town, so it was normal for someone who needed to get their car repaired to stay overnight etc etc) BUT he was best friends w a boy named peter parker :) peter called her MJ.

IM GONNA PUT STUFF UNDER THE CUT. UH. TW FOR CAR CRASHES/MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH/ ITS REALLY LONG SORRY IVE BEEN THINKING ABT THIS FOR WEEKS.

and then peter got bit. and riley found out about spiderman by complete accident! but he promised peter that he'd never tell a soul about it. so that went on for a couple months, with peter secretly acting as spiderman and riley being a big supporter of it but still dealing w his system & frequent loss of time etc etc

THEN. uh. there's a car accident. and peter dies, riley lives, and he doesn't quite know what to do with himself? but one of the thoughts in his head gets louder and louder demanding that he needs to be spiderman because without peter there IS no spiderman. nobody knows that spiderman is dead. riley does not want to be spiderman. but He Does:

nick forms as a trauma response to the crash. he wants to be spiderman. and goddammit he's gonna BE spiderman. so he starts to force himself to front and reverse-engineers all of the spider tech that peter was using to use for himself. and it works! he's able to be spiderman without having any powers, it's a miracle. but he's doing his best to hide it from riley. imagine hiding your secret identity from yourself.

meanwhile riley is going to college and getting an english degree. he picks up a job at his college library doing copyediting for other students. then someone from a big scientific organization comes over and is like "hey we need copyeditors. you're good at your job. c'mere." so he gets hired at alchemax, not for anything cool, just to copyedit people's papers/research/etc to make sure everything is clean and comprehensible.

that's when he meets jonathon ohnn :) who is a scientist as part of the budding space program but really his passion is alternate realities! he writes a lot. and riley keeps getting his papers. so eventually they decide to close the gap and start working one-on-one.

(i'm still debating what i want jon's backstory to be, my main thought is MAYBE Vietnamese family that immigrated? i don't know i gotta do more research on that)

they fall in love and start living together :) jon learns abt riley's system and tries to be as adaptable as he can towards it, which amazes riley bc he's never had someone in his life active acknowledge it.

THERES SOME EXTRA LORE ABT THE SPIDERS JUST KNOW FOR NOW THAT THERE ARE THREE WAVES OF SPIDERS. the original (bit peter) the spy (bit riley. spoilers oops) and the brute (bit eddie/venom and carnage bc aliens do not exist in my timeline but fucked up science does!)

riley gets bit when nick feels really bad about the "neglected" spiders and when trying to feed one gets bit. that gives them powers. the thing is w the spy powers is that a majority of them focus on stealth/reading people/etc. so like for example riley's webs are laced with a mild amount of hallucinogenics that it acts as a "truth serum" etc.

woahh now she's spiderman (SHE DOES NOT WANT TO BE SPIDERMAN.) nick is spiderman yayyy he likes being spiderman.

and uh! then jon dies. riley wasn't there. he was supposed to be at work that day but he called out. and he gets a phone call. jon's dead. he dies and it's never clear how he dies. his funeral is open casket and riley never gets full closure because his relationship w jon was never seen as what it actually was.

he stops fronting. nick starts fronting. nick is fronting for months. then an anomaly shows up in his dimension and he has to fight it, peter b shows up, is like "hey kid you need a part time job?" and nick's like YEAH I WANNA SEE THE OTHER SPIDER PEOPLE!!! PLEASE!!!! so into the multiverse they go!

but it had a strange reaction on riley and his system. basically, now, whoever fronts, the body shifts into (thus the name spidershifter).

(small image wip etc)

they get assigned on spy missions because all things consider, it's impossible for them to cause a paradox because nick/mickey/vanessa/etc do NOT exist in these universes! (but what about riley? you may ask. aren't there other rileys?)

here's the thing about riley: he is dead in most universes. he's a canon event. he's the uncle ben for johnathon (if he lives long enough to see him at all). he's supposed to be dead. why isn't he? because he became mj. so he's an outlier from a realistic timeline shift and he hates it. he hates it so much but. he tries to find jon in the universes that spidershifter is sent to spy on. he just wants to see him. talk to him, maybe.

the spot happens and uh why does he sound like his dead boyfriend. why does he remember him. why is he talking to him. Help. (my hc is that when 1610 jon became the spot, he fused with all other versions of him. there is no other jon. there is just him and he remembers all of them)

uhm and that's all i have rn bc that's where the movie ends and i dont want to go into detail talking abt specific alters or interactions w specific characters unless asked. bc this is already so much. im so sorry.

TL;DR: this is spidershifter vvvv

[didsomeonesayventus]

lord the way i can write in circles about Alear and the visceral experience of [redacted]

(or, the wordbarf of “I am very unhinged about Alear how dare you assume im normal” ft. copious spoilers for like. chp 21 onward because I need tumblr to know I’ve already said most of this on twitter to some extent)

he finally got to experience love and how he finally started recovering from his trauma and how he was at his desperate, frantic wit’s end probably when he first struck sombron down how he probably felt cornered and would rather risk his life and everything else to simply be free of his father how he went in without an emblem and all alone and likely not telling Lumera the full plan probably terrified if he would come out alive 1v1-ing sombron with nothing but fuck it he would rather fight for a chance to live in peace than wait for his dad to find out how “defective” he is and dispose of him like so many siblings and lumera was probably going to stop him because it’s crazy it’s stupid it’s risky it’s not worth it she loves him and promises one day it will end don’t be rash and please hold on but!!!!!! god damn does someone have to try and he is tired of waiting for the chance to get better he cannot fucking take it anymore!!!!! he can’t sit there and wait and worry and be strong he has a sister out there who is at risk every second they carry on their little hidden charade! 

How PAINFUL it is to finally receive kindness and be forced to realize all these scars and all these days spent walking on eggshells is for NOTHING for even what had been kindness before pales in comparison how WOUNDED to realize how damaged you are simply trying to survive and how unfair it all must feel when kindness and love was simply that easy to choose and yet knowing your father would never, EVER be kind.

and contrary to having a gentle and honorable nature that only carried out sombron’s will to survive, coerced into such violence and desolation, the nature that is stilted and a thoughtless machine so he, too, does not join the ranks of failure, the nature that the hero king himself recalls as “You were kind, as you are now.”, despite that gentle, gentle core that somehow survived he has such malice for his father there is no mercy there is no kindness dare I say he- with only a little conflict and concern -relishes the opportunity to personally do his father in because after years of abuse and trauma there is finally catharsis and it pours from him like he is finally vomiting and coughing up the vile dregs of the poison in his system

finally hope that is so disgustingly blinding right in front of him and how he was SO CLOSE he was SO CLOSE to walking away from this he was sick and giddy and the thought that he was going to get away and be free and live happily with his mother and go find veyle and be SAFE and HAPPY FOR ONCE IN HIS LIFE and then ITS JUST. TAKEN. IN A SINGLE MOMENT.

how even saying himself the war is over and they don’t have to worry still accepting that he’s a Fell Dragon this is just WHAT HAPPENS as if he is not sitting there dying, struggling to breathe, having just ended a war that nearly wiped out the Divine Dragons, no doubt caused terror across the land, HAVING DONE A GENUINELY OBJECTIVELY GOOD THING THAT HE HIMSELF RECOGNIZED and still saying that Fell Dragons die in the end. how he is no better than the father laying only feet away who treated his children like tools and only spoke his name once when he was born. Lumera says he’ll just sleep and he’ll wake up and it will be fine and how he so subtly doubts that and still speaks as if this is his last chance, simply speculating how, if he does wake up, he wants to be like her AS IF HE ISN’T ALREADY FOR. YOU KNOW. ENDING THE WAR AND SLAYING THE PROBLEM DRAGON.

the way i pull at my hair and scream at the top of my lungs over how AWFUL alear had it and how VINDICATING it is to see him grow and love and rage and scream and cry and find his own way anD KILL HIS OWN SHITTY DAD WITH A LASERBEAM OF LOVE AND ALL THE FRIENDS HE’S MADE AND GETS TO BE DRAGON JESUS HAPPILY EVER AFTER

[jatlokgwo]

for @rainbow-strawberry-sherbert!!

i have no idea how to start this rip (dd= disassembly drone)

i useally say that am xiao and a dissasembally drone but im more concepts then anything else it goes

consepts: small flying dangerous flexable tail multiple forms/run like a dog and grab like a human watcher listener endless job to do

base: raptor birds (-> peregrine falcons) fennec foxes

2: demon (-> xiao is considered a demon adeptus and another word for dd is sky demon) feathery wings sharp teeth

3 (vaguely but there): otters finchs western dragons/wof sandwing scaramouche

"in view": adeptus xiao generic dissasembally/worker drone hybrid S (my kinsona) i like to show myself as a fennec like with the gifs

species by accosiation: ADEPTUS cat bees (-> friend called me minecraft bee coded) wolf dog theres a version of S thats uninfected any au

xiao is the minimum that you need to know to understand and before i had things to latch onto i jumped around sonas alot it was stressful and i only made things worse by interrogating myself witch is why i said to not think about it so hard and just draw whats fun =-= i found out im a drone by making a sona and then the sona feeling way more real then other sonas/ocs like chengcuo i was just bein silly ^^

sometime its also neurodivergent stuff (???) i cant understand facial expressions so i either exadurat them or dont really emote (i promise you that the xiaos are diffrent pictures)

colors and color coding is also important to me!!!!!!

am small and can fly but am kinda flightless when xiao sits down his ingame model doesnt reach the floor and dds are kinda tall but i look more like a worker drone with dd features and there both short to avrege humans as xiao i had wings and a bird form (can fly) but i lost them when a dream-god ripped of my wings and dds have retractable wings but copper 9 has a constant death storm happeneing that acts like a blizzard so id rather walk and do my silly jumps sjchd

its also a comfort thing!!! im a bird adeptus without wings or a bird form as a dd im a living wepon every even if the dream god tore them again dds can regen our heads i will have wings again in like a minute and if i really want to hen its awkward but of i angle it right there strong enough to break other drones caseing (my wings as xiao where normal feathers my life has also been almost constant trauma and i would pretend to use finchy looking wings to hide or hug myself and playing genshin was our escape we where still plural and we would listen to alot of genshin asmr and i think thats how i formed as a fictive) i think its also linked to my hyperfixation on md and my main comfort charater right now being a N (hes the yellow dd in the gif and my pfp :3)

ive also been gaslit and a defining part of being a dd is that you used to be a normal worker drone before you got infected with the absolute solver and it did some mlp infection stuff and messed with our memories theres a whole episode about it (cw for robot gore flashing lights anf 1 line of ablism against narcissists if you click the link its the episode) having anatonamy instead of wanting it is still kinda new to me theres a theme with them about how xiao was enslaved as a wepon for the dream-god and dds arnt supposed to be unique but xiao gets to be a person and the dds are unique anyways that i resonate alot with to its nice to see the systems that let the bad things happen be villians instead of when i tell people that the thing that hurt me was school and they try to find reasons why it was my fault

(hopfully this make sense brain wont give me anything else for now but if i think if something ill add it!! and if you have questions i can do my best to awnser them!!!!)

[say-al0e]

How's your tooth? What were your fav. Things in Germany(beside the chocolate)? The least(beside the airport)? I need to know everything!

Doesn’t hurt so bad today! I’ve got a sinus infection and that makes my mouth hurt (no idea why, but it always does 😭) so I’m just holding on. I have to call the dentist tomorrow to see if they’re taking new patients (and if they can see me soon-ish, but maybe not until I feel better physically and can breathe out of my nose again) so wish me luck.

I’m listing all this below a read more since it got a little long 😂 I started a whole list and will post it eventually.

Favorite things:

public transportation! We don’t have that here where I live so it was super nice getting to just hop on a train and not having to drive. It was also pretty cheap and I never had any issues with it running late.

The grocery stores are so cheap. I went into one and was so shocked at how insanely cheap groceries were! I also really like the recycling system. I just recycled my bottles at my hotel but it was super cool (and even adding on the pfand, stuff was still insanely cheap).

McDonald’s curly fries. Stupid but so good.

No one really bothers you in shops? I appreciate help when I need it but there was no one constantly being like ‘are you okay? Do you need help?’ It was nice to be left alone.

Public bathroom stall doors. The ones here are insanely creepy, i now realize. Do not like the space. Love the full coverage doors in Europe.

Black currant. It’s not a flavor here but it should be. 11/10 love

The duvet situation. Having like no top sheet and just a duvet felt weird but I grew to love it.

Capri Sun with bubbles.

Chocolate.

All the museums!

Soccer (football) culture. Coolest experience ever was seeing a game, riding the train with fans, and just being there for it all.

Least favorite: (keep in mind a lot of this is because I grew up in a small southern town and have those ‘southern manners’ instilled in everything I do. A lot of these are probably normal in parts of the US and might just be a city thing. Not judging, just a little surprised and kinda thrown off.)

People blow their noses ridiculously loud in public. I get it, it’s normal there. Still. A massive culture shock to me. Not judging, just not a fan.

Dog culture. So many of them were off leash and I have no fear of dogs but a random dog, off leash, on a busy street? Freaked me out. Did not like. Also off leash on the train and that too freaked me out. (Almost all of them were well behaved but it only takes one wrong move for something to happen. I guess I’m just paranoid.)

Self checkout at grocery stores. We bag as we go along. I got yelled at in German for not knowing that you ring it up and then bag when you’re done, even though the instructions in English clearly did not specify that. Totally my fault, but still embarrassing. Should’ve just gone to a regular cashier.

Smoking. Everyone was smoking everywhere. At the entrance of buildings, right by the train, outside restaurants; everyone had a cigarette in hand. Smoking is so rare in public (at least where I live) that it blew my mind. And it smells so bad. Least favorite thing by a mile.

No one says excuse me. If they need to brush by you, they’ll just nudge you out of the way. I thought it was just a one off but it happened so many times. They didn’t speak at all, it wasn’t just me not understanding them saying excuse me, promise. I get manners are different but that threw me off. Wasn’t expecting it but I’ll know for next time.

Every chip is paprika flavored. It’s fine but it’s kinda bland? Maybe I just didn’t get the right brand but it was just meh. Lays was the only brand with any other flavor I saw.

Everything is closed on Sunday’s. (I’m from the middle of nowhere. Grew up in a town where that’s the norm. But Berlin is a massive city so it’s just odd to me that everything is closed. Maybe for work/life balance? I dunno. Im sure there’s a reason. Just not fun when you’re a tourist and still need food on a day everything is closed.)

Overall, everything was great. A lot of my ‘complaints’ are just culture shock things that I didn’t think to expect would be different. And, again, they’re not bad. Likely just ‘big city’ things I would experience in a large city here. Just a few small surprises as an American on her first trip to Germany.