#i literally stood up and smacked the floor with my bare hands

[thefearandnow]

I mostly hate having to do research into right-wing fuckers on the internet but sometimes these people are just hilarious. this racist youtuber from my hometown ended one of his videos with this and I just can’t

[s-coquette]

thinking about @charliemwrites mean ghost!!

charlie is literally one of my favourite writers on here, any thought™️ that crosses their mind makes me get brain worms. this is my first time writing anything like this so i hope it isn’t a complete disaster :,)

Johnny gets sent out on deployment without Simon for a couple weeks. This mission needing his demolitions expertise more than anything else. Leaving poor you to face Simon’s wrath alone.

While Johnny is home it’s easy to avoid him. Just hunker down next to the Scotsman and deal with his clingy and annoying self, anything but having to interact with the mammoth of a man.

He’d barely glance at you at first, leaving you to Johnnys care, having him bathe you, dress you, hold you, basically a small child with its new favourite doll.

You thought that the piercing gazes he sent you with his honey brown eyes were an indication of how much he hated you. Maybe you were getting too much of his boys attention? Were you hogging him? Were you acting out in some way that you hadn’t noticed? All of this made you extremely nervous to be in Simon’s presence, hearing him breathe next to you sent shivers down your spine.

The air was tense around you, the giant man in front of you made you feel like he was taking up all of the oxygen in the room. Casting a shadow over you from where he stood, a foot away.

“What’re you lookin’ at?”

The loud drawl of his Manchester accent and raw voice made your chest shake. You snapped your eyes back at him, realising you spaced out in fear. His arm, which was probably wider than your head, reached out behind you.

“Wh-“

A dawn of realisation fell on you when you heard a glass clink behind your head. You were standing there like an idiot while he was trying to grab a mug.

“I’m sorry-“

You slinked back to the other end of the kitchen, your pop tarts left on the counter next to him. It felt like poking the bear to even try to reach for them.

Simon’s eyebrow quirked in response, like he was waiting for something as you stared at him leaning against the marble countertops.

“I’m- I’m sorry, sir.”

You think you saw his lips curl up under the simple black balaclava when he heard the loud panicked inhale from you, in the addition of your eyes stinging with tears.

His eyes fell down to the opened bag of sweets you left on the counter, which you were munching on without even heating up. His sight then fell on you, chewing on your lip in fear while staring at the same thing.

“Y’want this?”

His calloused big fingers reached around and grabbed the pop tarts, throwing them up in the air unceremoniously and showing them off to you, like a forbidden fruit.

“N-Nevermind, I’m not hungry anymore-“

You tried to hurry out before his loud booming voice interrupted you.

“Hold on, you’re not goin’ anywhere.”

You freeze, slowing turning on your heels and staring at him.

“C’mere, kitty.”

You gulp and stare at him, his piercing stare making your hands shake.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

His voice now cold, eyes narrowing. That was the only sign you needed to spring to action. Almost throwing yourself across the island, you stood in front of him again. The situation somehow even tenser than before.

“Now be a good kitty and meow for me, then you’ll get your treat.”

You could hear the smug smirk in his voice without even having to see it. A cold sweat washed over you as you thought about what to do to escape this situation.

“I’m listening.”

His tone warning again.

“meow..”

The little peep that left you seemed to give him great entertainment as you watched his eyes crinkles like he was grinning.

“I ought to teach you some manners since the mutt clearly can’t.”

You frowned at what he meant by ‘teach’, not even wanting to imagine it.

Your endless thoughts were interrupted by getting smacked in the chest with your unfinished bag of pop tarts, scrambling to grab at them before they fell on the floor.

“Now scram.”

And you did just that.

[starlostastronaut]

SUNSETS AND BUCKET LISTS

han jisung × reader - fluff, childhood friends to lovers, college au - 1.8k

summary - spending your last day with your best friend before school should be sad, but this time it took an unexpected turn

cw - use of yn?

links - masterlist

so! i'm almost late but, still made it in time. i guess you could call this ji's bday fic (tho there will be more sunshine twins content coming soon), but most importantly, happy birthday katsy!! ( @catiuskaa ) this one is for you <3333

and shout out to my mars who saved me several times writing this. not proofread and idk what is that ending, but i hope you like it! <3

“Morning, sleepyhead,” Jisung whispered into your ear, his hot breath spilling over your skin, making you shiver and instantly startling you awake. Or mostly awake. Still half asleep, your brain only registered that someone is in very close proximity to you and we do not like that, before your hand tightened on your plushie and you whacked Jisung in the face.

“Ow, what’s that for?” he whined, dramatically holding his palm to the right side of his face. His mischievous grin was replaced by a scowl and he looked at you like you just stole his dog, not simply hit him with a stuffed cat. With your consciousness finally catching up to speed, you realized that it was not an alien coming to abduct you, but it was Han Jisung, your best friend since you were three years old. And he carried the title proudly, always mentioning your sixteen years long friendship to anyone who (did not) care.

“Sorry, Ji, oh my god!” You swiftly rose up on the bed, it was a miracle your head didn't collide with Jisung's as well. “I thought you were, I don't know, a pervert or something.”

“YN,” Jisung sighed. “It's literally just us two and our parents. There's a security system in the house. How would a pervert even get in?”

He was right. Growing up in the same town, just three houses away, your families have known each other very well. It was a tradition that started when you and Jisung were old enough to travel and actually understand a vacation. Your families always rented out the same beach house to spend the last two weeks of summer holiday together.

By now, you knew the place front to back, being able to move around while blinded and you would be just fine. So Jisung was right, but you couldn’t possibly let him have the win so easily.

“I don't know,” you shrugged. “They always find a way?” Jisung gave you an unimpressed look. “Okay, okay. But it's still your fault. You shouldn't have woken me up like a creep.”

“Blah, blah, blah.” Jisung rolled his eyes and grabbed your hands, quite literally dragging out of bed and out of the warm comfort of the covers. You hissed and a shiver ran over your skin as your, due to the summer heat barely clothed, body made contact with the cold floor. “Come on, get up, we have so much stuff to do!”

Jisung let go of your hands, bouncing around happily. You shook your head, amazed at the amount of energy he had so early in the morning. Had he eaten just sugar for breakfast?

You slowly stood up, rummaging through the closet for some clothes. “Turn around at least, perv,” you laughed, smacking him over his chest with a shirt. Jisung laughed, but left the room, giving you privacy to change. Not wanting to keep him waiting, you put on the first shorts and shirt you found. It's not like you were going to meet many people so who cares, right? On your way out you grabbed a hoodie too. The summer was in fact nearing its end and the mornings were often chilly. And knowing Jisung, you will have breakfast outside.

As per your prediction, the small outside table was full of food, with Jisung impatiently waiting for you, bouncing his leg and playing with a fork.

After a quick breakfast, Jisung shared his plan for the day. You listen in disbelief, wondering how he wanted to fit all of that into one day. Despite your doubts, you were going to do everything for it to happen though.

This was your last day together. In pursuit of your respective dreams, you and Jisung not only attended different universities, but in different cities too and the distance made it even harder. In order to visit each other, you would have to spend several hours traveling, and that was a luxury you couldn’t afford. You tried, but then a test came up, or a friend's birthday party or Jisung was sick… After three months you gave up trying, resigning to seeing your best friend on Christmas and summer only.

It was hard enough to leave him last year, but you called each other a lot. In the beginning that was. Once you got your bearings and university properly started, you were often so exhausted you fell asleep on the video call. Or didn't call at all, because Jisung forgot to charge his phone in the whirlwind of classes and deadlines.

You never knew it was possible to miss someone so much. Being without Jisung felt like someone was slowly tearing off your limbs. And when you saw him at Christmas, it felt like the puzzle finally found its missing piece. A week later, in your dorm room with friends and soju, some revelations were had, but by the time summer came around, your mind was in a completely different place.

And this time, knowing what kind of year you were up against, letting go of Jisung for another several months suddenly felt impossible. Knowing this shared vacation was coming, both you and Jisung made a list of activities to do and places nearby to visit. But with how excited you both were, you put off checking boxes in favour of lazing around, watching anime, going to the pool and talking for hours.

So there you were, left with a list impossible to complete by the end of today. Yet nothing would deter you from trying.

“I think I'm actually gonna die.” You fell onto your towel, lying motionlessly on the beach. Not even having enough energy to watch the sunset, which you would have taken countless pics of any other day.

By some miracle, you managed to complete Jisung's entire checklist for the day, which left you completely exhausted. You were seriously thinking of asking Jisung to carry you back, because unlike you, he seemed as if powered by the air he breathed - he hadn't run out of energy the whole day.

“Noo, you can't die yet. We still have to check off the paddleboard at the sea,” Jisung said. And there it was, he actually brought the paddleboard down to the beach. You saw it lying next to your things when you sat back up.

“Ji, seriously?” you laughed. “You can't swim? And it's dark.” The idea seemed a little funny and a whole lot crazy. It was one thing to be at the pool, where there was a bottom and a limited amount of water. To go to the wild, open sea, in the dark, and tired after the whole day? k

“Actually… I can. Kinda. Lix taught me,” Jisung admitted. You knew who he was talking about, Jisung wouldn't shut up about his roommate and new best friend Felix, he actually mentioned him in about every conversation he could. It was kind of cute actually. You were worried Jisung would struggle, being an introvert with social anxiety, but Felix waltzed into his life and saved him for you.

“Okay…” Felix teaching him solved one problem at least. But you still didn't feel like it was a good idea. “Ji, do we have to? What if something happens? We're tired, we're alone here…”

Jisung’s shoulders slumped. “Right, yeah you're right. I just had this plan and I wanted to… nevermind.”

That wasn't fair. Now you felt bad. God, why was Jisung so cute? “Maybe we could… I don't know. Put it just by the shore and sit on it?” you suggested, wanting to make Jisung happy. You would do anything to make him happy, even go out on the sea when you thought about it.

Alone together on the beach, the sun setting over the water, the atmosphere was romantic. And thought your brain, because all your feelings that you pushed aside to focus on quality time with Jisung, now came rushing back all at once.

Jisung's face lit up. “Yeah, we can do that. I guess it counts as completing.” You helped Jisung push the paddleboard just behind the first waves, sitting on it with your feet in the water, still in the safe distance to the shore.

You looked over the horizon, the sun reflecting on the water begging to be photographed. “Selca?” you asked. Jisung nodded and leaned closer, posing for the low quality picture. With barely any natural light left, the photo was bound to be blurry and dark, but you always liked that kind of aesthetic anyway.

Feeling daring in the moment, you pressed your lips to Jisung's cheek. Barely, just a few seconds, but enough to capture on your phone.

“YN…” Jisung whispered. If it wasn't so dark, you would see the pink dusting his face.

“Sorry, I just… I just had to,” you said. What did you have to lose anyway? You were leaving tomorrow morning and wouldn't see Jisung for another few months. “I had to know what it feels like,” you whispered.

Jisung lowered his gaze, choosing to look at the waves rather than looking at you. Somehow, the silence was scarier than a rejection of your implied confession.

“Say something Ji, please,” you begged, not knowing how to bear the crushing weight of the silence anymore. You feared what message it carried.

“You crossed the last box for me.”

Before you could ask what it meant, Jisung took out a crumpled piece of paper and handed it to you. His checklist of activities for the vacation. When you unfolded the small ball of paper, your eyes skimmed over the completed activities, all the way to the last one.

Kiss YN in some super romantic moment.

“I planned to tell you,” Jisung spoke up. “How I feel. I guess you beat me to it.” He lifted his head to look at you. “I did understand it correctly, right? It wasn't a platonic friend kiss, because Felix sometimes gives me those and if it was then forget everything I said because-”

You surged forward, interrupting his rambling with your lips on his. It was a wonder you didn't fall off the paddleboard, with how much force was used. You felt him freeze and smile, as he slowly kissed you back, overcoming the initial shock and surprise.

And you kissed, until there was no sun in the sky and your parents had to go look at why you took so long. That night, you laid in Jisung's bed, making promises and wishes for the upcoming year, already making plans, determined to not give up this time.

Somehow, coming back to campus and the insanity your university could be sometimes, wasn't as hard as it was last year. This time around, you had something new to look forward to in the darkest moments of endless texts and assignments. You had a boyfriend and a promise to keep. No giving up this time. And you both dutifuly kept it.

Jisungie <3

still alive after that test?

YN <3

barely

i'm dead inside and lonely

my roommate's out this weekend on a family thing

leaving me all alone in this dorm

Jisungie <3

good thing i have no classes this friday

see you then ynnie <3

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[dumpsterfire-daydreams]

Sexual situations, Threesomes/Throuples, Dominant Ghost, Submissive König, Submissive Reader, Gentle Ghost, Caring Ghost, Ghost aftercare, Ghost expressing emotions/feelings, TW: Spanking (briefly), TW: Pet play, TW: Restraints (leash and handcuffs), TW: Sex denial (initially), TW: Double penetration, TW: Rough sex

Okay, I want to give a big big thank you to all of my readers for sticking with me this long. Y'all are my squad and I love you all. To quote my own story lol, "I'll always have your six". Seeya in Ending 3! *finger guns*

(Also, while there are sad moments in part 3, it literally has one of my favorite happy endings in this series. It may taste bitter at first, but don't let that put you off pls 😭 I PROMISE it ends so sweet!)

Reader POV:

The rest of the evening went off wonderfully. After a few more rounds, everyone was either too drunk to continue or had grown bored with the game altogether. So, for the rest of the night, the group had dispersed. Some had gathered to chat at the bar, and some had ventured outside to smoke. But you had been more than happy to just dance the night away. You had danced until your feet were sore! But now that you were back at the barracks, you were an entirely different kind of sore.

You yelped as Ghost’s leather belt smacked your bare ass, gritting your teeth through the burning sensation it left behind. He had you kneeling on his bed, face buried in the pillows to muffle your cries as he met out your punishment. But as the belt continued to rain down, the pillows were proving to be an ineffective solution. Another strike landed, and you groaned in pain.

"I thought I told you to count!" Ghost snarled, sending another fiery sting across your ass quickly after.

"I can't, sir!" You gasped, whimpering at the next impact. "I lost track, I'm sorry!"

He struck you one more time for good measure before throwing his belt across the room. There was a potent darkness in his eyes as he stood there fuming. The fury rolled off him in waves, and you shrank back as his glare pinned you where you lay.

"I told you to behave tonight,” he spat, venom dripping from each word. “But no. You just had to cozy up to the captain, didn’t you? You still think it was a good idea to make out with Price in front of me? You think I enjoyed seeing you sitting in his lap making him feel good?"

“But you didn’t tell me no!” you yelled back before you could think better of it. “You said it was my choice!”

Ghost lunged forward, his hand grabbing the back of your neck as he knelt over you. “You should have known better, princess. Thought I trained you better than that.”

"I’m sorry, sir," you hissed when his hand grabbed your ass, firmly massaging the tender and reddened skin. "I misbehaved and I’m sorry!"

“Good,” Ghost growled, the sound rumbling through his chest like rolling thunder. But with a huff, he let you go. "It wasn't completely your fault, though. Because someone encouraged you to act out. Isn't that right?"

He turned towards König, giving him a withering glare. König blanched at the sight, quickly looking down at the floor. Goosebumps dotted his skin as he shivered, desperate to hide from the seething specter before him. Clothing would have helped a bit, but Ghost ensured neither of you had that privilege. As soon you had entered his room, Ghost had commanded both of you to strip down. You had been directed straight to the bed. But he clearly had other plans to deal with König once he was through with you. So König sat there kneeling at the foot of the bed, cowering under Ghost’s stern presence. He whimpered, tugging against his restraints. A chain leash was hooked to the center loop of his collar before the rest of it wound around the leg of the bed frame. And though he continued to struggle, having his hands cuffed behind his back made the effort even more useless. There was no escape and he knew it. Ghost wanted him to see you punished with first. He wanted the anticipation or dread to fill König’s mind as he was forced to wait his turn.

"Yes, sir," König whispered in a small, pitiful voice. "It was my idea and I'll accept my punishment."

König’s eyes darted across the room, lingering on where the belt had landed on the floor. After seeing how ruthless Ghost could be with it, he shivered at the thought of taking your place. It was a shiver of both fear and anticipation, but a shiver nonetheless. But as Ghost followed his gaze.

“Oh, no. I’m not gonna spank you,” Ghost smirked, slowly pulling his shirt over his head. “I know you. You’d enjoy that a bit too much.”

Ghost kept his eyes on König as he eased his pants down his thighs. His boxers quickly followed, both unceremoniously kicked to the floor. König’s eyes zeroed in on Ghost’s crotch. His breathing had gone shallow and his eyes were half-lidded with longing. And Ghost let him stare as he stroked his length, taunting him a bit.

“You like what you see, don’t you?”

“Y-yes, sir,” König gasped, letting out a needy whimper. “Bitte, let me show you how sorry I am. How good I can be.”

"That’s cute. But I don’t think so,” Ghost hissed, turning away to approach the bed instead. “I want you to feel what you made me feel tonight. I want you to know how it feels to have your girl dangled in front of you. To see someone else in your rightful place," he hissed. "Princess, get on your back. I want him to watch."

You obediently rolled over, gasping in pain when the bed sheets made contact with your ass. But Ghost was not in the mood to be patient. He grabbed your ankle, tugging you across the bed to give König full view. He spread your folds open with his fingers, letting your evident excitement drip out onto the bed

"See how wet she is?" Ghost taunted, dipping a finger into your opening before holding it up. "I’m gonna show you how to really make her squirm."

He repeated the motion, this time inserting two fingers and earning a loud gasp as you writhed beneath his hand. But you didn't get very far. With his other hand, he gripped your hip and pressed it down into the bed to keep you in place.

"You gotta hold her still sometimes," he chuckled, probing your clit with his thumb before withdrawing his hand. "Can't have her getting away before the fun starts, can we?"

"No, sir," König whined, staring longingly at the display. His cock twitched in his lap, betraying his growing desire to take Ghost’s place.

"When she’s nice and wet like that," Ghost smirked, giving himself a few firm strokes before lining up at your entrance. "She'll take you balls deep in a heartbeat."

With a growl, Ghost snapped his hips forward and buried himself within your throbbing core. You moaned loudly as he filled you. The sensation of his length settling against your cervix made your back arch sharply as you let out a needy whimper. But there was no time to catch your breath. Ghost jumped straight into a frantic pace, his hips slamming against yours as he fucked you into the mattress. This wasn't for pleasure. This was for show. This was to make a point.

"See what fun you could be having?" Ghost panted, ramming himself into your slick core. "I bet you wanna feel her tight little cunt around your cock right now, don't you?"

"Yes, sir," König moaned, his erection straining in his lap. "Please."

"Too bad. I guess you'll just have to watch me make her cum."

"Oh, fuck!" You whined, every thrust sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. You could hear König whimpering across the room, but Ghost was making it incredibly hard to focus on anything but what he was doing to your body. "Oh, god!"

"Just like that," Ghost murmured, slipping a hand around your throat. "See? This is how she wants to be handled. She wants to be put in her fucking place. Gotta make her take it."

The way Ghost talked about you like you weren’t even there. The way he used you like a tool, like a teaching aid? It sent your mind straight to the most depraved places. Subspace quickly kicked in and you happily surrendered to the raw pleasure he sent coursing through your body. It was addicting. And it felt so good.

You let out a gasped whimper and your walls quivered around his length with every thrust. But Ghost was accustomed to your unspoken signals. He knew you were getting close to your release. In response, he kicked his pace up a notch.

“When she twitches like that,” he moaned to König, his voice tightening as he continued his speech. “When you feel her cunt grabbing at your cock? You tell her to cum for you. You make her cum for you. Whisper some naughty words in her ear and she’ll fold. Isn’t that right, princess? You like being called a fucking whore while I fuck the shit outta you?”

You tried to say “yes, sir”. You opened your mouth to form the words. But when you did, all that came out was a stream of incoherent sounds as your climax tore through you. All you could do was clutch the bedsheets and whimper as your body seized up. The sound of Ghost moaning through gritted teeth blended with your own sounds of pleasure as he rode it out with you. He hadn’t finished with you, but he could not deny himself the reward of increased tightness as you clamped down around him. König let out a gasped moan as he watched you writhe through your orgasm. His eyes burned with envy and hunger. And with a whimper, he glanced down at his lap. Pre-cum was streaming down his erection and pooling beneath him. It was a humiliating sight and he knew it. But there was nothing he could do to remedy it. His body trembled with desire as he watched your climax gradually begin to fade.

After the last wave trembled through your form, you sank back onto the bed with a breathy sigh and Ghost pulled out. You didn’t have the energy to even lift your head, but you still turned to watch as Ghost climbed back off the bed. He sauntered over to where König sat, chest heaving. The chain of his leash was pulled taught from him crawling as close to you as it would allow. His eyes were wild behind his hood and his chest heaved with need. But Ghost wasn't planning on releasing him just yet. He was enjoying teasing him and making him bear through the agonizing wait.

"Look at you all chained up like a fucking dog," he spat, crouching down to put his face in his. "You look hungry. I bet you want a little treat, don't you?"

"Yes, sir," he gasped, giving the leash another futile tug. “Bitte, untie me. Please.”

"Untie you? No, I said you’ve earned a treat. So I'll give you a fucking treat."

Ghost grabbed the bottom of König’s hood, tying it back to uncover the lower half of his face. Once satisfied, he seized his cock in his hand and slowly stroked himself. It was still hard and liberally coated in your juices. He gave König a commanding stare as he looked down at him from above, slowly rubbing himself against König’s lips.

"Clean me off."

König quickly parted his lips, willing to do anything if it meant he could join you on the bed. He relaxed his jaw, allowing Ghost to shove himself into his mouth. He let out a choked gag, recoiling when Ghost nudged the back of his throat. But he quickly adapted, choosing to take half of him into his mouth before licking the rest of his length clean.

"Good boy," Ghost purred, fisting his hand in the fabric of his hood. "Still room to improve, but I'll allow it for now."

König moaned, your taste driving him wild as he obediently served his master. He had Ghost’s rapt attention as his tongue moved over his member, occasionally earning a gasp of pleasure. Once Ghost was satisfied with his work, he reached down and released the leash with a click. As soon as the leash fell limp against the floor, König didn’t even wait for his hands to be freed before scrambling towards the bed. Towards you. But Ghost grabbed his arm and shoved him right back down to the floor.

"Sit," he barked, pointing at the floor before climbing back on the bed. "Stay. I didn't say you could move just yet."

The sound that came out of König’s mouth was a strange combination of a whimper and a sob. You could see his erection throbbing, clearly demanding immediate attention. A steady stream of anticipation dripped onto the floor with every move he made. But Ghost paid the display no mind. He gave König a smug chuckle before returning to the bed, settling with his back against the wall. And holding his gaze, he tugged you between his legs. Ghost hooked your calves over his thighs, ensuring König had a perfect view of your swollen sex. Then, keeping steady eye contact with him, Ghost began drawing slow circles around your clit. You gasped, legs trembling at the focused stimulation.

"Oh my. I don't think she doesn't want me to stop, König. Looks like you'll have to wait a while longer," Ghost chuckled, gradually increasing his pace. "I wonder just how many times I can make her cum. Don't you?"

A steady stream of pleas poured out of König’s mouth as he looked on. He knew that if he moved towards the bed even an inch, Ghost would draw this out even longer. His whole body trembled as he fought to restrain himself, eyes locked on the movements of Ghost’s hand. As he continued to work at your clit, Ghost slipped another finger into your depths. He curved it slightly upwards to hit the most toe-curling location inside you. You let out a low moan, instinctively bucking your hips. You were well beyond overstimulation and he knew it. And as you shuddered in his hold, you knew there was no escaping the pleasure he was determined to give you.

You threw your head back against Ghost’s shoulder, unable to stop the next orgasm that crested over your body. But it wasn’t just one. As Ghost continued to increase his pace, you could only whimper loudly as three orgasms hit you in rapid succession. You cried out, arching in his arms as the last climax swept you away. With it came a sudden spray of liquid from your open folds. And the sight made both men moan with desire.

“Good girl,” Ghost purred, stroking your hair before resuming his pace. “Bet you didn’t know she was a squirter, huh König?”

König wasn’t speaking anymore. He couldn’t. All he could do was bite his quivering lip and clench his jaw, low whimpers coming out in rough pants. His arousal was bordering on pain and lust fully clouded his mind. He couldn’t think. The only thing on his mind was making you do that for him. He subconsciously bucked his hips like a dog in heat, whimpering at the lack of friction he desperately craved.

Finally, Ghost decided to be merciful and end his torture. He didn’t look up, but he gave him a single crook of his finger. "Come, I think you've learned your lesson."

König wasted no time scrambling onto the bed. Though Ghost produced a key and set about unfastening his handcuffs, König was driven mad with desperation. He couldn’t wait any longer. Your breath hitched as König pushed into your opening, moaning wildly at your delicious warmth. As soon as his hands were free, they seized your hips in a bruising grip. He tugged you forward to meet his rapid thrusts, hot breath washing over you as he panted in your ear.

But Ghost’s hands were on you too. He maintained a firm grip on your thighs, holding you securely between his legs and keeping you sufficiently spread for König. He tugged your legs open even wider and König increased his pace with a tense moan. Every buck of his hips pressed you back against Ghost’s chest. Apparently, a period of denial brought out his animalistic side. Because König was practically feral. His movements were forceful and frantic. And the breathy growls that he was making were like music to your ears.

“Oh fuck ,” König hissed, burying his face in your neck. “I need- I- Oh Mein Gott, yes.”

Every snap of his hips sends pleasant tremors through your body. And the sight was clearly having an impact on Ghost. You could feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest against your back. You could feel his own erection firmly pressed against your ass. Every move König made created the most tantalizing friction for him too. The two men groaned uncontrollable as they clutched you between them, writhing together in pure pleasure.

König growled loudly, throwing his head back and quickly losing himself in your wetness. “Oh god, I’m- Shit, I’m close. P-please.”

You whimper as a spasm rolls through your body. And you can hear König cry out at the sudden tightness. His thrusts were getting rougher. He wasn’t lying. He was dangerously close to his own climax. You could feel it. You could hear it. And he wasn’t slowing down.

“Don’t you dare finish,” Ghost growled, grabbing König by his collar and twisting. “Quit moving and be still.”

“Please,” König lets out a strangled moan of desperation. “Please don’t- Don’t make me stop again.”

You can feel him twitching within you and his whole body trembles, but he obeys. His voice breaks as he continues to beg. Ghost had taken this mountain of a man and quickly turned him into putty in his skillful hands. He wielded the power to give him the most powerful pleasure, but he could also take it away at any moment. You’d never seen König beg like this before. Voice shaking and raw. But Ghost would not give in. Not yet.

“Hold on to her and lift her off me,” Ghost growled, shifting behind you. “Don’t pull out. Just do as I say.”

“Y-yes, sir,” König pants.

He hooks his arms under your knees, lifting you with him as he rose up onto his knees. You can see the unfiltered need in his eyes as he rests his forehead against yours. In an effort not to add to his torment, you try to fight the tremors that ripple through your core. But after so much stimulation and no time to come back down, your body was running on autopilot. König squeezed his eyes shut with a gritted hiss as your body continued to squeeze at him.

“P-please hurry,” he sobbed, moaning desperately. His arms began to shake. “I can’t. It’s too much.”

“Okay, set her back down,” Ghost murmured from behind, placing a supportive hand on your hip. “Nice and slow.”

As König gently lowered you back onto Ghost’s lap, you let out a startled gasp of surprise. You could feel your entrance suddenly stretching impossibly wide as Ghost began slowly forcing himself inside you alongside König’s length. Overwhelmed by the excruciating tightness, Ghost grabbed your hips and continued to ease you down into his lap. And as his cock gradually pushed up into you, both you and König moan in bliss. But the fullness was almost too much. You almost tell Ghost to stop before you remember your manners and choose your words as carefully as you could manage.

“Ghost! Ah! Ghost, please!”

“That’s my girl,” he shushed you, not halting his determined progression but moving as slowly as he was able. “You can take us, can’t you? Nice and slow.”

You chest heaved, shrill whines coming out of your mouth as he finally bottomed out. Your lower stomach bulged outwards ever so slightly and your sex throbbed as you tried to adjust. Thankfully, neither of them moved right away. But you could tell they desperately wanted to. The frantic rise and fall of their chests pressed in on you from both sides as they panted, overcome with lust and desire. Ghost’s fingers gripped your hips, his nails digging into your skin as he fought to restrain himself. As for König, he was lost in another world entirely. His eyes were unfocused, the skin around them tight.

“Fuck!” he rasped. “Fuck, Maus! Shit!”

“Princess,” Ghost groaned from behind, his body trembling in anticipation. “I don’t want to hurt you. But I don’t know how long I can hold out like this.”

You screwed your eyes shut, trying hard to let your body relax and accept the two massive objects lodged deep within you. After a few more shuddered breaths, you buried your face in König’s neck and clutched his shoulders for support.

When you finally nodded, the response was instant. Ghost growled through gritted teeth as he reared back and started ramming his length into your opening. König moved too, snapping his hips forward at an animalistic pace. The increased tightness, the increased wetness, the added friction from sharing the cramped space. The powerful sensations overtook them both. You’d never been claimed so roughly before. Here, squeezed between twin walls of muscle. Between two sex-crazed demons determined to bury their seed deeper than the other could reach. They sparred ruthlessly inside you and all you could do was cling to König for dear life as they pummeled you with reckless abandon.

The sensations were intense for you too. You didn’t know how an orgasm would feel with two massive cocks crammed inside you. But you didn’t have to wait long to find out. The familiar tendrils of pure bliss were wrapping around your mind. Heat pooled deep in your stomach, threatening to spill over and take you with it.

“Ghost!” You whimpered loudly. “Ghost, please! I’m gonna cum. Please, let me cum! Oh God! Oh my god!”

“You just called me ‘Ghost’. That’s twice tonight,” he groaned.

He might have been a slave to his desire, but he still had the presence of mind to enforce his rules. You screamed loudly as his teeth sank into your shoulder. The pressure didn’t break the skin, but the unexpected pain was delicious.

“Not yet,” he panted, increasing his pace. “Just a little longer, princess. You can wait for me, right?”

“Fuck!” you gasped as a particularly firm thrust buried itself against your cervix. Your whole body shivered as your climax tried to pull you under. But you fought it, trying to hold out.

König had his head thrown back, spewing choked strings of incoherent German. His voice was urgent, desperate, and raw. As his thrusts began to grow jerky, you know he was in the same position that you were. But Ghost wasn’t ready to let either of you go. Not yet.

With an impatient growl, Ghost hoisted you up higher. König instinctively responded, taking hold of your ass to lift you off Ghost’s lap. Ghost re-entered you roughly, thrusting into you at a new angle. The new angle really allowed him to lose himself to his pace, driving himself as deep into you as space would allow. König bore the brunt of each impact, struggling to keep you upright while fighting off his own climax as Ghost pounded into you from behind. Every thrust sent your body rocking forward against König. But he reacted, staggering his own pace so that he’d push you right back each time he did.

Ghost’s growls became ragged and his thrusts more direct. And König wasn’t even mentally present anymore. Rough growls of broken German filled your ears as he gripped you tightly, bucking up into you with renewed ferocity.

“Come for me,” Ghost gasped, yanking your head back by your hair. “Come for me, princess.”

The room erupted in vulgar sounds of pleasure as the three of you weathered your releases together. Your walls tried to constrict, but they were already stretched to their limit. Your body resorted to sharp twitches that flickered through your core. Your nails left trails of fire down König’s back as you scrambled for anything to hold onto. And as you did, a flood of hot liquid gushed within you as both König and Ghost spilled their seed into your battered core. There was so much of it. Too much to contain. You could feel it almost instantly overflowing and dripping down your thighs as they continued to force even more into your trembling depths.

As you came back down from your high, you gasped for breath. Ghost shuddered behind you, whispering comforting words as he kissed along your shoulder. König still couldn’t speak. He lay slumped against you with his head on your shoulder, trying to catch his breath. You could feel drops of moisture fall against your shoulder and trail down your arm as he softly wept, overwhelmed by the sheer heights his pleasure had taken him. You shushed him, rubbing his back and whispering words of love in his ear.

“I love you,” you whimpered.

“I-I love you too, Maus,” König whispered, gradually beginning to calm.

“We love you too, Ghost,” you said, rubbing his thigh affectionately.

“Mmmm,” he murmured against your shoulder, reaching around to interlace his fingers in König’s. “I know. Me too. Everyone okay? Did I go too far with you?”

König sat up, still sniffling a bit. But you could tell by his eyes that there was a tired smile on his face. “No,” he whispered. “You were perfect. This was perfect.”

Ghost cradled his face in his hands, stroking the soft fabric of his veil before planting a tender kiss on his forehead. König still held onto his hand and Ghost was more than happy let the gesture continue. But he still wanted to check on you.

He turned your face towards his, gently brushing your curls away from your eyes. His gaze scanned you, carefully searching for any signs of pain or discomfort. “You alright, princess?”

“Yes,” you nodded, leaning into his touch. “You didn’t hurt me, I promise. I trust you.”

“I don’t take trust lightly,” he said. He trailed his thumb along your cheek lovingly. “And the fact that you think I’ve earned yours is a high honor. That goes for both of you.”

After he was certain both of you had emerged unscathed, Ghost carefully lifted you off his lap. You hissed as they both pulled out, every part of your body at its peak of sensitivity. But the blissful calm returned when Ghost laid back against the pillows and tugged both of you against his chest. He laid there with a contented sigh, one of you tucked under each arm.

Ghost just laid there, gazing at you both snuggled against his chest. For a moment, he looked away and shifted uncomfortably. But when he lifted his gaze again, his eyes were uncharacteristically tender and the slightest bit emotional.

“I-I’m not great with… feelings. Words like ‘love’ or ‘soulmate’ just feel weird coming out of my mouth,” he huffed, chuckling at himself. “But I never want their lack of use to make you feel any less important to me. All I can say is that no one has ever made me feel this way before and I know that no one else ever will. Both of you drive me crazy, but in a good way. The best way. So, uh, I’ll always have your six, okay? You need anything - I don’t care what it is, what time you come knocking, or what I’m doing - you come to me, alright? And I’ll make it right, I promise.”

“Ghost?” König began, voice timid and hesitant.

“Yeah, precious?’

The pet name rolled off Ghost’s tongue effortlessly, without a thought. The way he said it so easily made you suspect it was an endearing term he’d used for König but only in his mind. This was just the first time he’d spoken it out loud. Though Ghost didn’t react, König blushed cutely at the unexpected nickname.

“I was j-just going to ask if we could, um. If we could stay here tonight?” He shifted his weight, tangling his legs in Ghost’s. “I don’t want to leave.”

Ghost chuckled, pulling you both closer and tugging the blankets over the three of you. “I don’t see why not. I think I could get used to this.”

You looked up at them both. Your angel and your demon. Your yin and your yang. Your light and your darkness. You needed them both and they needed you. And though they each completed you in their own way alone, you couldn't deny that you would never feel truly complete with them both by your side. Lying here with them, you felt whole in a way you never imagined possible. With a soft smile, you snuggled into the warmth of his embrace.

“I think I already am.”

[princessbrunette]

i love ur works so so much <3, you’ve inspired me to watch outerbanks and be obsessed with rafe!! i had this specific image in my head of reader craving a little tap on the cheek by rafe and acts out for it. he eventually figures out why and lightly scolds reader for it but gives in because he can never say no to us <3 mwah

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that’s so sweet thank u sm omg !!!!

and ugh i love this idea ! just sometimes when you’re having an off day you feel super unfocused n sometimes you just need rafe to smack you a little to make you feel looked after ??? idk it makes sense to me !!

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just standing infront of him literally throwing a fit because you’re upset that he doesn’t understand what you want, pulling at his shirt and lightly smacking him trying to get a reaction out of him.

“c’mon rafe! ugh you’re just —!” you huff, tears in your eyes as you smack at his arm again, the man stood before you staring at you incredulously. he’s not even in a bad mood for this to irritate him the way it might another time — and he has no idea truly what brought this on.

“what are you — hey, you gonna use those big girl words n’fuckin’ talk or what?” he manages to hold you still and you catch your breath, staring up at him poutily.

“you need to know! i don’t wanna have to tell you!” you whine incoherently, twisting in his hold before he adjusts his grip, manhandling you to stay still a little rougher. the act makes you melt a little in his hands, a hopeful gaze flickering across your face.

“you need me to tell you?” he asks, slowly seeming to catch on to the kind of mood you’re in.

“i need you to hit me!” you cry out when telling just isn’t enough. the room falls quiet as he stares at you, lips parted in surprised. you pant, sniffling and he sighs, letting go of you to run a hand over his face. sometimes he wonders what he’s done to this poor innocent girl he swept up, incredibly aware of the fact he’s conditioned you into craving that firm hand from him because he gave it to you involuntarily 99% of the time, especially as plenty of affection always followed. he figured that’s what you really needed on a day like this — but you’re so wound up nothings gonna convince you otherwise ‘til you get what you want.

“alright. okay— hey, stop whining. go sit on the floor infront of my chair, alright?” he turns you by the shoulder and aims you toward the living room where the arm chair he usually sat in awaited. he pats your ass as he sends you off and he stands alone for a moment, thinking over his actions that may have gotten you to this point— slightly disturbed by your wishes, whilst regretfully aroused.

he enters a moment later to see you eagerly knelt by the chair, so happy to see him walk in like a puppy who has no idea it’s about to be kicked.

“just a few, alright? not gonna learn your lesson next time if you like it this much.” he hears himself saying, already assuming the role. his words are slow and sure, talking to you like you’re dumb.

“mhm, yeah.” youre barely listening, wedging between his legs and nuzzling into his palm when he smooths it over your cheek in preparation.

he stares for a moment, cock straining his his slacks already— not that you’ve even noticed, eyes fixated on his. “need to hear you say it again.” he demands, a little quieter this time. rafe was a pretty shameless man, but even this pushed it a little. somehow, you knew exactly what he meant.

“daddy, please hit me.” you whimper— and oh he does, rings on and all.

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[marvelobsessed134]

Izzy Stradlin please, we need more smut of this man. The reader comes out of work and feels stressed so does Izzy, and they have a little stress relieve yk, on a rainy day, If you could do some dirty talk, maybe add some handcuffs and a bit of his jealous protective side. 🧡

Thank you sm! Lots of love 🫶🏻

Kinktober day 5: handcuffs with Izzy Stradlin

A/n: First Izzy fic! So excited for this one hope you enjoy! Also I’m tired as fuck writing this but I wanted to get it out so I don’t have to do a double post tomorrow.

Pairings: Izzy Stradlin x Fem!reader

Warnings: possessiveness, handcuffs, dom!Izzy, sub!reader, smut, dirty talk, and I think that’s it let me know if I missed anything.

Summary: Izzy helps you destress after a particularly rough day at work.

“I’m home.” You grumbled as you walked through the door and dropped your bag on the floor next to you. Your soaking wet bag because as you were walking home the sky decided to rain.

“Hey baby.” Your boyfriend rasped from the couch.

You smiled a bit before sitting next to him. “Ugh today was so fucking stressful. Hank would NOT stop flirting with me, my boss kept telling me I’m late on these papers when I literally have barely had any time to complete them. And, get this, I spilled my salad so I had to go across the street to get a new lunch.” As you ranted, Izzy looked at you with focused eyes. He tensed up when he heard that Hank -your coworker- wouldn’t stop flirting with you.

Possessively, he slid his hand on your leg. The action made you stop talking as it was making you feel very new feelings.

“Izzy…what are you doing?” You asked.

“I’m thinking I should help you destress.” The guitarist shrugged simply before starting to kiss your neck. You moaned softly at the feeling, before bringing his face up to kiss his lips.

Slowly, the two of you started making out as he laid you down on the couch. Clothes were being thrown on the floor, and your pussy began to drip onto the leather.

Izzy’s movements got more rough. He groped your tits, toying with your nipples and biting them. You arched your back into him and hissed.

He kissed down your body before pulling your underwear down with his teeth. Your legs spread on their own accord, ready to take whatever he was willing to give you.

The raven haired man licked a bold stripe against your pussy making you hiss and moan, grabbing onto his hair.

He began to lick all the way up to your clit, flicking his tongue on the sensitive bud. Then he started to get into your folds, licking in between, and fucking you with his tongue.

Your toes curled, tears springing in your eyes as he fucked you with his tongue effortlessly.

“Oooh…Izzy I’m gonna cum!” You squealed.

“Oh yeah baby, cum for me.” And you did, releasing all your sweet juices on his tongue. “Fuck, you taste so good. Wait here a minute.” He said before getting up and running upstairs. You furrowed your brows in confusion. You wanted to get up and see what he was doing but that would be disobeying him. And you never disobey Izzy.

Finally, he jogged downstairs, his hard cock bouncing with his movements. You noticed him holding a pair of handcuffs. Yeah, you were in for it. You sat up expectantly as he stood in front of you.

“Wrists.” He commanded and you did as you were told, watching him hit the fluffy handcuffs around your wrists.

“Good girl. Now are you gonna let me fuck you senseless?”

“Yes sir.”

The guitarist smirked before bending you over the arm of the couch. You felt your pussy drip down between your legs. He teased you with his tip at first, rubbing it up and down your pussy lips before pushing in and bottoming out.

“Ah, fuck!” He groaned as he began to move, “You’re so fucking tight baby.”

You moaned with him, getting used to the stretch. His movements got faster and faster. Soon he was pounding into you.

“Oh! Izzy!!! Fuck oh fuck Izzy!” You moaned, gripping the couch for dear life.

Izzy smacked your ass, “Yeah? You like that? Fuck baby, I fucking love you so much.”

“I’m gonna cum!” You cried.

“Me too baby. Cum for me.” And you did, clenching around him before letting go. The pressure was so much, your vision went white for almost a minute as you felt his load painting your walls.

“Oh god, I really needed that.” You laughed breathily.

[lunar-wandering]

Chirp

i wrote half of this spicynoodles fic on my phone which is new for me lol

!!!SEASON 4 SPECIAL SPOILERS!!!

Summary: Of all the side effects of becoming a monkey, MK hadn't expected this one.

Now if only the other two monkeys he happened to know would actually help him.

Word Count: 2k

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It was the pick up line, that drove MK over the edge.

The looks, he could handle. The banter, borderline teasing, he could handle, and give back in droves.

But Red Son, leaning over the table, making determined eye contact and whispering; "Did it hurt? When you fell from heaven?" was completely unprecedented.

Reasonably, MK should've expected it. They had been talking about MK's brief times in heaven, the Celestial Realm, after all, so the sudden turn into the jokey-line was well within the conversation's topic. Red Son had clearly meant it more as a joke than anything, if his laughter was any indication.

And yet, when MK opened his mouth to respond, the very first sound to leave his throat was a chirp.

He smacked a hand over his mouth, fast enough to almost hurt, his chair scraping against the floor as he quickly stood up. Red Son shot him an confused but amused expression as MK started to back away.

"Sorry, sorry, I-" MK bit his tongue, face burning, barely swallowing what he was certain was about to be another chirp before it could be vocalized. "I've gotta go."

He didn't even wait for Red Son to acknowledge his sentence, turning on his heel and running out of the building, magic golden lightning beginning to race up and down his body, causing him to move faster than he had planned- crossing five blocks in a matter of seconds. Skidding to a stop in an alley, he glanced behind him at the knocked over objects and cracked concrete that had been left in his wake and groaned, barely even aware of his tail appearing and beginning to swish.

This could not happen again. He'd already been having close calls, things he thought would eventually go away; having to stuff his tail under his shirt after he'd accidentally leaned a little too close to Red Son being the most common occurrence, but chirping??? After something as small as a pick up line? Yeah, no. No way. That was worse.

MK needed to figure out a way to stop this now.

Which, of course, meant that he'd need to get the help of another monkey.

Two hours of hesitant deliberation later found MK knocking on the door of the Monkey King's newly rebuilt house, rocking back and forth on his heels with barely contained anxiety. His tail was still out, he'd found about an hour ago that he couldn't get rid of it at the moment, he was simply too worked up to make it vanish like usual right now.

Which meant that, despite the carefully crafted easy-going smile on his face, his frantically swishing tail gave him away the instant Wukong opened the door and layed eyes on him.

"Alright kid, what happened?" Wukong shifted to cross his arms and lean against the side of his doorway, looking MK up and down as though he could figure out what was going on just through a glance. "You look about ready to crack at the seams."

"...Don't phrase it like that." Images of both the Lady Bone Demon and Azure Lion quite literally cracking at the seams flashed through MK's mind, and based on Wukong's sudden grimace, they flashed through his mind too. MK shook his head a little to shake the images away, Wukong going a step further to shake his whole body, like a slightly stronger than usual shiver. MK took the brief moment of emotional distraction to center himself, taking a deep breath in, his tail vanishing with a faint golden flash as he breathed out. "And it's not… really anything important, and you gotta promise you won't laugh, but…"

"But…?" Wukong prompted when MK didn't continue, tilting his head to the side as MK shifted nervously. "C'mon kid, I don't have all day. …Or, well, I do, I don't have much else going on, but you get the point."

"You really need to get some hobbies other than napping." MK muttered, letting out a sigh as he ignored his mentor's offended insistence that excuse you he did, in fact, have hobbies- "I… need your help with something. A monkey-something."

"If this is about the shedding I have a shampoo you can try-"

"No- that's not- I, it's, Monkey King, I chirped." MK put his head in his hands to avoid eye contact, not noticing his tail reappearing and starting to frantically swish once more. "Red Son used a pick up line on me, and I chirped. Chirped! Monkey King, you gotta know something that can, can, I don't know, stop me from doing that? Some kinda, anti-chirper? Is that a thing? Please tell me it's a thing-"

"Woah, woah, kid, slow down." Wukong held his hands out in a placating gesture, a nervous smile on his face. "Take a breath, calm down for a sec."

MK took a breath, and slowly sank down, sitting cross-legged on the porch, Wukong mirroring him.

"Okay. Okay. Now," Wukong said, "-could you run that by me again?"

MK groaned, shrinking in on himself, saying it once was bad enough-

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding!" Wukong hurriedly said, letting out a small laugh, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. "Look, I'm sorry kid, but I've… never experienced anything like that, so I'm afraid I can't help."

"Seriously?" Doubt flooded MK's expression with the force of a tsunami. "But you're a monkey. You're seriously telling me you've never-"

"Nope!!!! Never!!!" The strained smile on Wukong's face got slightly wider, and he turned his head to the side as though doing so would cover it up. "You'd probably be better off asking one of the other lil monkeys around here for advice."

“But I don’t speak monkey-”

“Well then consider this practice!”

“-can’t you at least come help translate?”

“Nuh-uh!” Wukong stood up, turning and stepping back inside his house. “I’m sure the monkeys will be able to help you out some, good luck! Tell me if you, uh, make some progress!”

And with that, the Monkey King closed the door behind him, practically slamming it shut, leaving MK sitting on the front porch in utter disbelief. He stared at the door for a few minutes, unblinkingly, half expecting Wukong to eventually re-open it and step back through with a snack and an actual piece of advice. No such event occurred.

MK’s head fell back into his hands, as he rubbed at his face, blearily trying to snap some sense into himself. Okay. Alright. So clearly Monkey King wasn’t going to be of much help, this time around. And he obviously wasn’t going to actually try Wukong’s suggestion of talking to the lil monkeys- doing so might lead to an interesting game of charades, but overall won’t lead to any kind of progress on this issue. He also wanted to save Pigsy and the others as a last resort- he’d be most likely to get teased by them, after-all. They also, despite how much he cared about them, weren’t monkeys, which meant that they couldn’t help.

There was… really only one other monkey he knew of that he could go to.

MK had the sudden feeling he was going to regret this.

-

MK regretted this. So much.

The regret sank in fast, striking him in the chest instantly, as soon as he saw Macaque climbing in through the window.

The window.

This was Macaque’s dojo.

“Why.” MK asked, voice torn between amusement and broken despair, Macaque freezing at the sound. “Why are you climbing in through your own window? You have a door. A perfectly functioning door. I literally came in here through the door. Why are you coming in through the window?”

Macaque mumbled something that sounded like “It’s more dramatic that way”, before clearing his throat, setting his feet on the floor tiles and turning around.

“Why are you in my kitchen?” He shot back, tail twitching with barely concealed agitation. MK slowly slid lower in the chair he was sitting in, until his eyes were almost level with the table in front of him.

“I need… some advice.” He said, slowly, and Macaque scoffed.

“How many of your friends didn’t give you something reasonable that you decided to come to me?” He asked, “Cause I know that I cannot be your first choice when it comes to advice.”

“You’re not.” MK confirmed, “But you’re actually the second person I’ve come to.”

“Oh? And why’s that.”

“Cause it’s… a monkey issue.”

“Went to Wukong first then, huh? No wonder you’re here now, he sucks at advice.”

MK rolled his eyes, having expected the jab, he was talking with Macaque after all. Macaque pulled one of the chairs on the other side of the table free, sitting down.

“Alright then kid, what’s the issue?” He asked. MK would’ve sunk down lower if he wasn’t certain that doing so would end in him falling off of the chair.

“You gotta promise you won’t laugh at me.”

“Heh, okay then, promise.”

“I…” MK started, then paused, then started again. “I was with Red Son, and… he used a pick up line on me, and it wasn’t even that good of a pick up line, like, it was one of the most stereotypical ones ever, seriously, it’s the one that everyone knows, the standard, he could’ve done so much better now that I’m thinking about it-”

“Kid, you’re rambling.”

“Ah- right, sorry, I… Well, the point is, I… chirped. Like, as in, chirped, chirped. Monkey-chirped.” MK fidgeted his hands, looking down, avoiding eye-contact. “And I was… wondering, if, maybe, you had something that could, like, help… stop that from happening?”

Silence.

MK slowly looked up.

And just like that, Macaque burst into loud laughter.

“Hey!!” MK stood up, slamming his palms on the table. “You promised you wouldn’t laugh!!!”

“Sorry, sorry-” Macaque said, struggling to catch his breath, “I, I just wasn’t expecting that to be what’s got you all worked up.”

“Well, it is.” MK huffed, crossing his arms. “Soooo. Do you have something that can help me, or not?”

“Uhhh, sorry kid, but I’ve never experienced anything like that, so I’m afraid I can’t-”

“Oh come on!” MK yelled, interrupting Macaque and making him jump at the sudden volume. “That’s exactly what Monkey King said! There’s no way the both of you haven’t done this before, you’re monkeys!”

“Uh, well-” Macaque suddenly looked nervous, fiddling with the end of his scarf. “Look, I can’t help you, so you’ll just have to find someone else.”

“But I don’t know any other monkeys-”

“Then just ask one of your other friends then, I guess.” Macaque shrugged, before holding up his hand, snapping his fingers. “See ya around, kid.”

“Wha-” Before MK even had the chance to react, dark purple surrounded his vision, and in a blink, he was standing on the sidewalk outside of the building. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

MK would’ve kicked Macaque’s door in retaliation if he wasn’t certain that doing so would likely cause the entire building to collapse.

-

An hour later found MK sitting at a table in the Noodle Shop, having just finished retelling his… situation for the third time that day, steadfastly avoiding eye contact with the others.

And, after a brief pause, as he’d suspected, the room descended into pandemonium. It was fairly obvious that there was nothing that the others really could do about this scenario, so, as MK had guessed, they took the next best option;

Teasing him relentlessly.

MK’s head hit the table with a solid thunk as Pigsy made some comment about ‘his little boy growing up into a fine young monkey man’, which was exactly the point that Mei nudged MK’s side with a mischievous grin.

“If it makes you feel any better,” She said, as soon as MK had lifted his head slightly to look at her, “Red Boy has been texting me for like, the past 6 hours about how darn cute you are.”

She tilted her phone so that MK could see it, and began slowly scrolling down through the hundreds of messages, revealing that, yes, she was telling the truth, and every single message was in all caps to boot. And, based on the three notifications she got whilst scrolling, Red Son was still going. 

MK was so focused on reading the messages on screen that he didn’t even notice himself glitching into his monkey form- nor the inevitable chirp that escaped from his mouth.

[writingwhimsey]

Hello!

Congrats for the milestone, and cheers to many more!! :D

If the requests are still open... Could I ask for Clavis + Blind Date + Crack Fic?

Thank you in advance and congrats once more! 🙈

Sorry it has taken me so long to answer this and thank you so much for the ask and the support. Without further ado, here we are with some more Clavis crack! I hope you enjoy!

A Blind Date...Literally

“I can’t believe I agreed to this.” Emma murmured to herself as she stood at the entrance to the local tavern. “But those gifts and letters seemed genuine and heartfelt…I guess I should at least see who my secret admirer is.”

Emma did have to admit that it was a bit exciting and very flattering. She had come with the intentions of letting whoever it was down easy. She didn’t really have time for such things right now, being Belle and all. She barely managed to squeeze in time for this meeting, the way Sariel had been working her and the way she’d been meeting with all of the princes… Clavis especially keeping her on her toes.

Emma opened the door and walked inside, heading to the bar as the letter had instructed. The barkeep smiled at her. “You must be Emma?”

“Yes. I’m supposed to be meeting someone…”

The barkeep nodded and gave her a sheepish smile. “He’s waiting in the private room for you.” He explained. “And uh…well he asked me to give you this. Said you should put it on before going inside.”

Emma took the object the barkeep held out and looked at it. It was just a black scrap of cloth. “What in the world am I supposed to do with this?”

“It’s a blindfold.” The barkeep said. “Your mystery man said something about…uh…a blind date.”

Emma blinked. “What…” It was then that she recalled a conversation she’d had in the palace just a few days ago when she had asked for leave to attend a friend from town’s wedding. The friend had met her groom on a blind date. Emma had told this to Sariel, Rio, and Clavis. “He wouldn’t…” She murmured.

“You want me to tell him you changed your mind?” The barkeep asked.

Emma sighed. “No. I’ll go.” She said, heading to the back room of the tavern. She stood outside the door a moment, looking down at the blindfold in her hands. She debated internally for quite some time before finally sighing. “Ugh…I can’t believe he’s getting me to go along with his stupid plans once again…” She muttered putting on the blindfold before feeling for the doorknob and letting herself in.

“Ah, there you are.” The familiar voice said. “I knew you’d come,..or at least I hope it’s you, Emma.”

“Wait, how do you not know?” Emma asked.

Clavis chuckled. “I’m blindfolded, too.” He answered.

“How do you know I’m wearing mine?” Emma asked.

“I heard you fumbling for the doorknob.” Clavis answered. “Also, I know you. You wanted to have some fun and this sounded like fun.”

Emma sighed. “You know, blind date isn’t usually so…literal.”

“I know, but it wouldn’t really be a blind date in the traditional sense because we already know each other.” Clavis explained.

Emma could hear the sound of a chair scraping the floor. She then heard movement and soon a couple of footsteps before Clavis let out an, “Oof…” as something smacked loudly against something else.

“Clavis…?”

“I’m…alright.” Clavis replied. Footsteps, this time slower and what sounded like hands moving over everything. It was moments later Emma felt a hand on her arm. 

“That had better be you, Clavis.” She said, her tone slightly irritated.

“I promise it is me.” Clavis replied, his hand sliding down her arm and taking her hand. “Now allow me to help you to your seat.”

“I can’t believe I’m still going along with this.” Emma muttered with a sigh.

Emma could hear and feel Clavis moving next to her and soon his hand was bringing hers up and she soon felt it resting in the crook of his elbow. She reached out with her free hand, trying to find anything she could use to help feel her way through the darkness. With the way Clavis had stumbled to her, she couldn’t depend on him to safely lead her to her chair…and she was right.

The pair stumbled their way to the table. They knew when they had reached the table when they both collided with it. “Ow…Clavis, we should just take these off…”

“Now, now where would the fun be in that?” Clavis replied. “Come, have a seat.” Emma could hear the sound of Clavis fumbling before a chair was scraping across the floor. 

Emma sighed once again and reached her hand out, feeling for the chair. Once she was certain of the chair’s position, Emma cautiously began to lower herself onto the cushion.

Clavis reached a hand out, intending to place it on her back as a helpful guide…but landing a bit too low. 

“Clavis, that is NOT my back.” Emma scolded.

“My apologies.” Clavis replied, not at all sounding apologetic.

“I swear if you’re not actually wearing a blindfold…”

Emma was interrupted by the feel of Clavis’s hand on hers and the sensation of her hand being picked up until her fingertips were resting on his face. He guided her fingers over his face, allowing her to get a feel of his chin, cheek, nose, and then the gentle silk that rested over his eyes.

“Well…okay…But if you do something like that again, I am taking mine off and treating you to the famous Belle slap.”

“That’s tempting.” Clavis replied and Emma could hear the grin in his voice, seeing it clearly in her mind’s eye.

Once Emma had been seated, Clavis felt his way around the table before going to his seat. Moments later a waiter was bringing in food and drink.

“It’s Cyran, isn’t it?” Emma asked.

“Yes, it is me, my lady.” Cyran spoke. “None of the actual waiters wanted to go along with Clavis’s plan.”

“Some people are just afraid of trying something new.” Clavis replied.

Cyran was leaning down to whisper in Emma’s ear. “If you want out of this at any point, just say the word and I’ll come in here and get you out.”

“Thank you, Cyran.” Emma replied, a genuine smile coming to her face.

Clavis frowned. “Alright, alright. Now come let us have some fun.” He declared. “And I promise this will be a good time.”

“I just know I’m going to end up with something on me…or injured.” Emma replied.

“I would never allow harm to come to my lady. I am a gentleman afterall.” Clavis retorted.

Emma could hear Cyran leaving, but she was aware of his presence outside the door. “So, what is this all about, Clavis?” Emma asked.

“You’ve been working so hard, I thought you deserved a reward.” Clavis replied. “All work and no play…”

Emma sighed. “Alright…so is this food from the tavern or…”

“My creations, of course.” Clavis replied, very proud and confident.

Emma sighed. “Well…at least I won’t be able to see how terrible it looks.” She muttered. She was then feeling at the table in front of her, looking for her cutlery and plate. She could hear the sounds of Clavis doing the same.

It took Emma a moment to get her bearings…and there were a few dropped bites of food, but she managed.

“Oh dear…another one…” Clavis muttered.

“Are you dropping your food?” Emma asked.

“It is a bit harder to adjust than I thought.” Clavis admitted. 

Emma laughed and shook her head. “We could just…”

“No, we will get through this. There are plenty of people who are blind from birth and they manage just fine.” Clavis replied. 

“You do have a point.” Emma replied. “But they’ve had more time to adjust.”

“We’ll be fine.” CLavis replied. “New experiences are fun. Besides are you not the one who was talking about how romantic blind dates are?”

Emma sighed. “I can’t win with you can I?”

“Oh, of course you are winning with me.” Clavis replied. 

The pair continued their meal, keeping a light conversation going. After a bit Emma heard more movement and what sounded like people entering the room. The next thing she knew, music was being played.

“Ah, right on time.” Clavis said, clapping his gloved hands together.

“Right on time for what?” Emma asked.

“For us to share a dance, of course.” Clavis replied and Emma could picture the gleeful grin on his face.

“Oh…Clavis…no…”

Clavis was already getting up and following the sound of Emma’s voice to stand in front of her. He held out his hand. “Come now, we can’t have a date without a dance.”

Emma sighed. “Alright…” She was then reaching out, trying to find Clavis’s hand…what neither of them realized is that his back was to her and her hand ended up grasping his butt.

“Oh my, this Belle is very forward.” Clavis said with a laugh.

Emma felt her cheeks heating up. She bet money that Clavis could be able to see the glow even through his blindfold. “Clavis, you idiot…you’re the one with your back to me.”

Clavis was laughing as he turned, his hand finding Emma’s. “Now, now no need to be shy.” He said as he pulled her to her feet.

“Just for that I am not apologizing for stepping on your toes.” Emma replied.

Clavis pulled Emma close, his hand going to rest on her waist…well attempting to and brushing against her bust instead.

“Clavis…”

“Dearie me, we keep having these problems.” Clavis replied, once again not sounding at all apologetic. “I will do better, I swear. I am a gentleman.”

“Gentleman my ass.” Emma muttered, grabbing Clavis’s hand and guiding it to her waist. “And no that was not an invitation.”

Clavis chuckled as he slowly began to move them along in the dance. “Now you’ve nothing to worry about. I really am a gentleman.” He told her.”I swear my hands will not go anywhere they shouldn’t…on purpose.”

Emma laughed and rolled her eyes. “You’re terrible.”

The pair seemed to move relatively well together. There was a bit of stumbling…and Emma did step on Clavis’s toes a few times…only one time was on purpose.

“Aren’t you having fun?” Clavis asked.

“Okay, maybe this is a little fun.” Emma replied. “Though I would step on your toes less if we took these ridiculous blindfolds off.”

“You keep bringing up taking them off, do you really miss seeing my handsome face that much?”

“As if.” Emma scoffed. “I just…”

Before Emma could finish her sentence, the pair were colliding with the table and began to fall. Emma felt Clavis move his arms around her waist and shift them so that he would land on the bottom and break her fall…of course the table tumbled as well and the food and drinks all landed on Emma as she was on top.

Emma pushed herself up, her hand going to remove the blindfold as she looked down at Clavis who had let out an “Oof…” at their landing

“I was trying to avoid this,” Emma said, glaring at Clavis as he reached up to take off his blindfold. 

Clavis gave her a playful pout. “Not even asking if I’m alright and after I took the brunt of the fall.”

“A fall we wouldn’t have had if you had not done this ridiculous idea in the first place.” Emma pointed out. “And look at my dress…you deserve a bruised backside and…” Emma stopped mid rant as she became aware of the devilish grin on Clavis’s face. “What?”

“You still haven’t gotten up, which means you must enjoy being close to me like this.” Clavis replied, gesturing to her body still lying on top of his.

Emma smacked his chest. “Oh you…” She said, her cheeks red as she pushed herself up. She then sighed as she reached her hand out to Clavis. “Here, let me help you up.”

Clavis smiled. “I knew you couldn’t resist my charms.”

Emma rolled her eyes, but the look was betrayed by her smiling lips. Somehow she always managed to have fun with Clavis…but she would never admit it.

[ruewrote]

𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑡.

PAIRING: jeon jungkook x fem!reader WARNINGS: strong language GENRE: fluff SONG INSPIRATION: back to you by selena gomez WORD COUNT: 499

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you finished your makeup with a smack of your lips, making sure your red lipstick covered them before walking out of your room.

the sounds of jungkooks game only getting louder and louder as you got closer, the sound of your heels clicking against the hardwood floor grasping his attention, "how'd i look?" pausing his game almost instantly.

you do a little twirl as you stood in front of him waiting for some sort of answer, his mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, he was barely even blinking.

playfully scoffing you began to walk away from the lack of response, you were soon stopped when you heard the sound of stumberling and jungkook falling face first off of the couch, him rolling around on the floor groaning whilst holding his face in his hands.

"fuuuck."

instantly running over to him trying not to fall over your own feet in the process, cupping your hands over his as you knelt down next to him.

"you need to be more careful kook! maybe try and get up slower next time?" only receiving a grunt in return. he started to slowly remove his hands away from his face, revealing a new bruise and cut on his cheek bone.

gasping at the damage, you pulled him up and into the bathroom, forgetting your original plans of going out.

"hey, hey slow down! im fine, well at least i think i am." he tried to joke, lightly laughing but winced in pain straight after. you got the small first aid kit from the corner of the room, you were not convinced by what he said not by one bit.

you gave him a pointed look and that's all it took for him to shut up and jump up onto the counter next to the bathroom sink.

you kicked off your heels, before turning back to face him, his face flushed a deep red as he looked away embarrassed. you had caught him looking at your ass.

not saying anything you opened the antiseptic wipe, moving in between his legs so you could get a better angle with cleaning, that's definitely the only reason...

you took a hold of his jaw in your hand as the other one gently wiped over his cheek, him wincing every time you did which made you even more apologetic when you had to slide the plaster over the shallow cut.

he looked totally embarrassed about the whole thing, thinking to himself if only his foot didn't get trapped in the blanket he wouldn't be in this situation.

"i wanted to tell you how beautiful you looked ya know before i fell flat onto my face of course." he muttered as he looked down at you.

this only made you lean closer to him and place a kiss over his bandaged cheek.

"w-what was that for?"

"oh! for you being so brave of course, never had a guy quite literally fall for me before."

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[lil-elle]

Three - Who Is She?

(Seeun's POV)

content: innuendo

word count: 830

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Seeun's eyes stayed focused on your figure knocked out on the bed as he sunk down into the somewhat uncomfortable brown chair in the corner. His gaze traced your sleeping features, your eyes closed softly, lips slightly parted, nose red and swollen, to which he grimaced. 

His mind replayed the way he smacked the ball from Sumin's hands to hit you directly in the face and he sighed, slouching in the chair. 

What finally broke his mind free of beating itself up was a soft and sweet voice, calling out to him while pushing past the curtain.

“You here, Seeun?”

“Yujun!”

Seeun sat up in the chair and smiled tiredly as his eyes met Yujun's familiar round features. Yujun grimaced slightly at his best friend.

“You look wiped, dude.” 

Seeun chuckled.

“It takes a lot out of you going from an intense game then literally giving someone a concussion then carrying them to the other side of the damn school.” He emphasised his words for effect, making Yujun giggle sympathetically.

“Okay but seriously, why do they only have ONE nurse's office when this school is MASSIVE.” He complained, spreading his arms out dramatically before slouching back down in the chair.

“What's that?” He noticed the backpack in Yujun's hand, questioning him.

“Oh,” he lifted the bag and tossed it into Seeun's lap, “it's her's. You left it back there on the bleachers.”

Seeun made a face of understanding, looking down at the cream coloured backpack, a fluffy bunny keychain hanging on to one of the zippers. He zoned out for a moment, fidgeting mindlessly with the artificial fur of the bunny before Yujun's voice once again snapped him back to reality.

“Wow, you did a number on her face.” Suddenly, Yujun was at your bedside, finger hovering over your swollen nose as you lay asleep and unaware. 

Before he even noticed, Seeun had shot up from his seat, your backpack thrown to the floor. He stood looking down at Yujun, gripping his wrist and pulling his hand away from your face.

“Hey, don't touch her.” Yujun looked shocked, his pupils shrinking for a moment before he regained his usual sunny disposition.

“Woah, what's got you so worked up?” A smirk was playing at Yujun's lips, as if his mind was already cooking up some sort of fantasy between you and Seeun. 

Seeun looked down at his grasp on Yujun's wrist, coming to his senses and letting go, a mix of mild confusion and guilt on his face.

“S-sorry,” he swallowed awkwardly, “it's just…she's already in this state because of me so…”

“Mmhm, sure~” Yujun teased, “And it also just so happens that this girl watches our games everyday.” Yujun's grin widened. “I checked with the other guys before and none of them know who she is, so that just leaves you, lover boy.”

“Huh?!” Seeun exclaimed. “She's not my girlfriend or anything, dude, I barely know her either.” He insisted, the only thing confusing him being the almost unnoticeable stutter of his heart at Yujun's implication.

“She totally has a thing for you, dude.” 

Seeun choked, coughing aggressively into his fist while Yujun smiled at him.

“Think about it! She watches our games everyday and, call me crazy, but I swear every time I look over at her, her eyes are on you!” Yujun rambled, clearly excited about the idea of his best friend having an admirer.

Seeun finally managed to regain his composure, his voice cracking slightly as he spoke.

“You're crazy, I highly doubt it's like that.” He grabbed his best friend by the shoulders, spinning him around and pushing him through the curtain. “Now get out, you're loud, you'll wake her up.”

“You're staying? For how long?” Yujun peered over his shoulder as he questioned, allowing Seeun to push him all the way to the door of the nurse's office without a fight.

“Until she wakes up.” He answered seriously, opening the door and shoving Yujun out.

Yujun giggled mischievously, “Okay, but don't go getting up to anything behind that curtain…where no one can see you-”

“Thanks for the bag!” He cut him off by slamming the door shut before sighing and running a hand through his messy hair.

“Damn…” he whispered, as if able to imagine the teasing he's in for when he next meets up with the guys to practise. He looked back at you, still unconscious and unaware of the chaos unfolding around you.

“...every time I look over at her, her eyes are on you!”

Yujun's words replayed in his head and he desperately ignored the slight rapid beat of his heart.

“There's no way,” he mumbled, “it's just Yujun being Yujun…” 

He dragged his feet back to the bedside, plopping into the chair again. His eyes never left your face after that, impatiently waiting for you to wake up. His mind drifted, and soon his eyelids fell closed, his consciousness slipping away as the exhaustion from the day overtook him at last.

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@hyunromi @chocoeon @hyunukitty @minjaezed @ihyeokzu @cake1box @ntoniac

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vore thoughts you say, hm? 👀

beeduo noms?? maybe just a fluffy unaware scenario if you’re up for that?

I have a soft spot for prank noms, so maybe Tubbo just hiding in Ranboo’s food and Ranboo accidentally noms him. Bonus points if Tommy’s there too and helps Tubbo with said prank.

aha i'm finally getting to the asks i've been letting marinate! all but one because one of them is for tiny workers and i want to at least post a first chapter before i branch off. anyways! this is a really cute idea, ty for it !! :]

ps. sorry i leaned into clingy a bit too much sdjfsd

feeble disguise

words: 1499

cw: sfw vore, swearing, brief panic

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“Open your mouth!” Tommy instructed, still struggling through giggles initiated by Tubbo’s aimless struggles from when he’d initially asked.

In the blond’s hand, a small piece of diced apple was turning dingier shades of brown by every passing second it spent in Tommy's hand, and not in Tubbo’s mouth, like Tommy was trying to accomplish. But, Tubbo was stubborn, thus his continuation of dramatic protests.

 “No! Fuck you, I’m not a fucking pig, Tommy! I am going to kill you when I’m back!” Tubbo complained, struggling gently against the Alfredo noodles the two of them had managed to score while Ranboo was momentarily distracted in the other room.

He was careful not to break it, but it put enough emphasis on what he wanted to get through to his friend. Tommy snickered and cocked his head to the side, “But it’s funnier this way! Please, Tubbo?” 

“No! Alfredo is not even a food you’d put a pig it” He frowned, shaking his head and looking at Tommy with a dull glare.

Tubbo’s mouth quivered as he fought the muscles tugging his lips up.

There was a beat, and another, and Tommy was then yelling and launching himself at the defenseless borrower, using the most of his upper hand—definitely not his strength, or lack thereof—to knock Tubbo down and have him narrowly miss hitting his head on the spot of bare-floor where carpet met the dusty interior of the walls.

Tubbo cried out and tried moving his arms, desperately trying to get his arms free to stop Tommy from getting victory. The heap of noodles that Tommy had tied impossibly tight around him stayed secure, and Tubbo resorted to something else.

When the moment struck, Tubbo snapped his head forward and sunk his teeth into Tommy’s wrist. The blond yelled and dropped the apple immediately, right onto the dirty floor, where it would become decidedly unusable.

He grinned and watched Tommy’s pained expression shift into a playfully irked one.

Tubbo smiled. “I’m literally wrapped in Alfredo and I won.” he laughs.

Tommy gawks, “Oi! Fuck you, that’s because you bit me! Who does that?” 

“It was my way of defense!” he claims, then grunts in distress. “Please help me up, boss man, I don’t want Ranboo eating dust.”

Tommy complies and maneuvers around their room to push Tubbo up. He hears Tommy straining and murmuring to himself, and he can’t help but laugh.

His friend smacks him on the head but gets him upright all the same, studying his mummified-esque outfit, which is more or less intact after the sudden attack from Tommy. 

It’s quiet for a brief moment as they both listen out for Ranboo. It's quiet, but Ranboo is always quiet, so it's unbelievably difficult to tell whether or not the human is out in the kitchen or still distracted in another room.

 “...Can we go?” Tommy asks, noticing how focused Tubbo is. Tubbo assumes the problem is mutual. 

“I can't tell,” he says, pursing his lips to the side, deep in concentration, “but, I'm ... eighty percent sure we can.”

Tommy nods and takes the easy lead, only looking back once to see if Tubbo’s struggling to walk before blending in with the dim part of the walls.

Tubbo follows at a considerable pace, and that's saying a lot given his condition. 

When the two of them reached the narrow and crooked cutout Tommy had made months prior, Tubbo jumps ahead of Tommy to get a look into the kitchen, where Ranboo stood with a plate in hand, dishing a portion of the Alfredo.

He looks tired, and Tubbo considers this idea for just a moment.

But, before he can do much, his brain shifts to autopilot and he watches with devious eyes as Ranboo sets the nearly-full dish down and bends over to attend to their chirping feline.

He looks back briefly and Tommy gives him an eager look and a thumbs up.

While the human is still distracted, Tubbo slips from within the walls and treads across the kitchen counter as fast as his loosely-tied legs would let him.

The dish’s lip makes it extremely difficult for him to actually get into the bowl, and he swears he can hear Tommy’s annoying-ass laughter from the walls at his awkward maneuvering.

He bites his tongue to suppress a cry out when he falls into the food finally, sputtering when sauce gets in his mouth.

After a moment, can hear Ranboo bid a soft, high-pitched goodbye to their cat, to which he spits out a curse and finds his way deeper down into the noodle dish, the warm food surrounding him until it’s nearly pitch-black and he’s overly positive that Ranboo would never spot him.

In just one more short moment, his stomach shifts excitedly—and admittedly, the scare has left his heart beating in a pace more rapid than usual—as he feels the bowl shift up at a quick rate.

It’s quiet, save for Ranboo’s muffled footsteps and the soft sound of their breathing. Tubbo is pretty sure he can hear the Alfredo noodles shift around and create squelching noises.

But, other than that, he almost feels awkward with how quiet it is.

His heart flurries again when the bowl is set down with a defined clink.

It’s become noticeably darker than when he’d been in the kitchen, so dark it nearly reminded him of Tommy and his room in the walls, but he knew Ranboo bathed in darkness, so it didn’t feel out of place. It must be his anxious brain making him over-analyze things as an attempt to get him to back out last-minute.

He didn’t, though.

Tubbo just sat and waited, tugging a bit at the wrapping on him. 

Ranboo had taken three forkfuls of Alfredo by the time he’d touched the area by Tubbo.

He crossed his fingers—or, attempted to, anyway—and hoped that the human would be distracted enough to miss Tubbo.

And, surprisingly, though Ranboo glanced down at the bowl for a brief moment and lingered their gaze, he just picked at the noodles around him and eventually the ones under him.

Tubbo’s gut churned.

Fear wasn’t prominent, if it was there at all.

There was just … something about what was happening.

Yes, his mind was chanting for this to go well so the prank would be fulfilled and he’d be satisfied, but then again, Ranboo’s comfort in this scenario was non-existent, and he was really overstepping his bounds by doing this.

Something about the future toyed with him.

Images of him and Tommy laughing it over or Ranboo becoming more comfortable with swallowing Tubbo and hopefully Tommy passed in his mind, and his smile widened as Ranboo drew his fork near his mouth and pushed the mouthful of food in.

Tubbo rolled off easily, feeling the spacious and certainly humid maw of Ranboo’s.

Their jaw snaps shut with an echoing click! and Tubbo is sealed in darkness, where he nearly yells out as Ranboo bites down right near him. The bones graze at the noodles wrapping him and thankfully cut them off, sending Tubbo tumbling to the side. He uses his now-free hands to gently brace himself, laughing out softly when he realizes Ranboo is still chewing and otherwise oblivious to himself.

He had done it!

Something about it is so rewarding he has to clamp excited hands over his mouth to avoid his glee. 

Ranboo swallows, sending Tubbo to the back of his throat, which Tubbo hates.

It feels distant to be so out of control. But again, he’s not afraid; the gesture had only caught him off guard.

He’s pulled down into Ranboo’s gullet, where an arrangement of churns and gurgles, and the loudest, thumps from Ranboo’s heartbeat, fill his ears.

Wilbur had done this once with him, when they’d suggested this plan and their need for the human’s help.

It’s not terribly dissimilar to when Wilbur did it, but then again it’s not exactly something he’s familiar with. Yet, his mind supplies hopefully.

—

When Ranboo swallows, his heartbeat picks up as a lump in his throat—maybe a noodle or a spare piece of chicken he’d forgotten to chew all the way through pushes through his throat.

He holds two fingers to it, swallowing again to ensure he wasn’t choking.

It slid down with ease, and he relaxed.

But a thing of equal size falls into a spot in his body that doesn’t feel like his stomach, if anything it felt further up.

Their mind jumps to Tubbo, but the thoughts die down as they dismiss it.

Tubbo would not attempt something like that– actually, that’s a lie, he totally, totally, would.

Ranboo’s thoughts return and spiral further when he can, yes, feel definitive movement within his gut—upper, gut. His heartbeat picks at his ears when he curiously places a hand to his gut and presses incredulously at it, which is almost immediately returned with a hand—smaller in size, just further confirming his terrible, but painfully correct, theory.

“Ranboo!” Tubbo's voice chirps.

“Tubbo…?”

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[j0kers-light]

Y’all know I don’t care for Halloween but this snippet fic idea hit me on the 26th and I just had to write it.

Hope you enjoy how my brain works lol 🖤✨

A loud thud from the hallway stole your attention. You were by all accounts waiting for Joker to come home, diligently working on your laptop in the living room.

It was All Hallow's Eve and you weren't in the mood for the scary festivities that everyone in Gotham was excited for. You were tired of the jump scares and harmless tricks being pulled. You rolled your eyes whenever someone 'tried' to scare you and grabbed fistfuls of candy as your reward for being 'brave.'

You just wanted the night and this dumb holiday to be over with.

You had your favorite drink poured up and a good playlist going in the penthouse as you waited for J but you still heard the literal bump in the night.

You barely looked up from your keyboard. "Nuh uh not tonight Satan."

Whatever it was, it wasn't your concern and you weren't going to investigate and get yourself killed in the process.

A few more minutes passed uneventfully until the lights flickered. You looked at the ceiling in disdain. It wasn't thundering out and you paid your electrical bill.

"No ma'am.. no sir.. we ain't doing nooooooone of dat." You got up and rustled inside a side drawer until you found your storm candles and a lighter. And with good timing, because once they were lit, the power went out.

Your ancestors were not having it.

This was not a cheap Halloween movie where they kill off people of color in the first five minutes. You had no patience for this foolishness.

If something was haunting your house it better help pay the rent or sit down and act like it had some sense. You were making great strides with your wip tonight and you refused to be murdered.

Then you heard the same thud, much louder, drawing closer. It was followed by the sound of you name groaned out in agony. Nope nope nopeity nope. You did not mess with the paranormal.

You slapped your laptop closed, gathered your drink in hand, and was walking towards your bedroom, all in the same millisecond. Time for bed. It could kill you in your sleep for all you cared.

The nonchalant attitude you had must've angered the spirit for the second you walked past the source of the strange sounds, it tried to grab you.

And that where it made a mistake.

You dropped your glass, swung your laptop and connected with something solid before going in with straight kicks and punches. If you stopped and listened you would've heard its pleas for you to stop but your flight or fight instincts had kicked in. And you were fighting. Period.

You were still dropping kicking the poor spirit until it grabbed your ankle and dragged you down to the floor.

You didn't know spirits had physical forms but none of that mattered. It had enough and cried uncle, "Y/N IT'S ME!"

You recognized the voice instantly and stopped fighting.

"Joker? What the...." you found your laptop (cracked beyond repair) and opened the lid to let the soft glow shine in the dark hallway.

Joker ripped off the white sheet covering his body and clutched his head. His hair was sticking to his forehead from all the grease and sweat. "Geeez doll you got quite the uh.. left hook. Owwww.."

You smacked Joker upside the head again just because you could.

"Why are you creeping up on me wearing a dusty bedsheet?! Have you finally lost it?" He quickly replied a 'uh yeah' before you shot him an unamused glare.

"Its Halloooweeeeen Bunny. I wanted to uhh scare ya. Well. That didn't worK." J pouted while rubbing his sore jaw. That would hurt come morning. He watched you stand up with a wary eye, "Where ya going?"

You stood over him hands on your hips and a stern gaze. It was high time you gave him a piece of your mind.

"You of all people know better not to try and scare a person from Blüdhaven! We fight first, ask questions later! What's my least favorite holiday, J?" you demanded.

He looked away with another pout. "Halloween." He grumbled.

"Exactly! I don't play with that paranormal mess! Now you done made me break my laptop across your head head trying to defend myself. And you're buying me another one since its your fault sneaking up on me! On God, I was ready to lay you out Joker. You play too much!"

He didn't know whether to be guilty or to burst out laughing. Your Blüdhaven accent was coming out the more angrier you got and he loved when your native dialect slipped through the cracks. It was kinda hot...

An angry bunny was entertaining to watch and even better in bed.

You stomped over J to head towards your private bedroom and in doing so, his plans of seducing you vanished. You were not in the mood. You might actually suffocate Joker with a pillow if you slept in the same bed right now.

Joker was left alone in the hallway as your bedroom door slammed shut. He could still hear you grumbling to yourself even behind closed doors. Joker waited a few minutes before bursting out laughing.

He made a mental note to make you angry in the future. It was a fun way to end the hallowed night.

[ccghastly]

How Warboys Treat Their Young

A Novel by CCGhastly

No, it's just a oneshot. A oneshot for a very dead fandom.

(There's a whole bunch of personal headcanons that are the meat behind this thing, but I don't have the confidence to get into that just yet, if anyone's curious feel free to scream it into my ask box. Hold me at gunpoint, I'll happily spill my guts. )

Main thing you need to understand this is Dami=Mother, Cub=0-5 y/o, Pup=6-15 y/o.

My Asks and Requests are Open! Hope You Enjoy!

Romak carefully approached the sniffling cub, that had curled up miserably on the floor of his crew’s workbay. The bitlet had obviously gotten lost and followed the advice all the little ones get. If you're lost, follow the noise to the garage and a Warboy will help you back to where you're meant to be. Granted, not many cubs know this, as Damis don't spread it around like pups and warboys do, but every so often a cub will turn up, crying for their Dami.

Romak knelt, crooning at the cub as he gathered them in close to his chest,

“Hey there lil screamer, Where’s your Dami then, huh?” The cub grizzled unhappily, rubbing their face into his shoulder to soothe themself and coming up adorably smeared with his clay. Romak hummed sympathetically, petting their back.

“Can you tell me your name?” the cub remained unswayed from their silent woe. Opting instead to renew their tears while giving Romak the biggest saddest eyes he’d ever seen.

“Aww, poor biter. It’s okay.” Romak stood and settled the cub safely onto his hip

“Hows about this, My name’s Romak and this is Mag.” he gestured to the pup that was meant to be straightening a wheel well, but had wisely chosen to occupy his time with quieter tasks while the cub was present. Mag jumped up like he had only just barely waited for the invitation, scrambling over to coo at the cub.

“Heya cub.” Mag enthused “I’m Mag, what's your name? Bet it's real shiney.”

The cub peeked an eye out to inspect this new person, assessing if he was interesting enough to move them from their anguish. Slowly the cub pulled back to sit up in Romak’s arms, eyeing Mag the whole way. With a few final tears and an unhappy rub at their eyes, there came a small mumbling of ‘Loni’.

“Loni!” Romak cheered, tickling at the cubs sides to make them giggle. The scattering of watching eyes from deeper in the workshop saw the cub calm down, and comfortably drifted back to their tasks.

“You must be one of Nikta’s. Axle’ll be real excited to hear we’re getting another one of her’s, all Nikta’s pups are chrome. What do you say we get you packed away with your Dami again, Loni?”

The now wriggling cub nodded eagerly, stretching away from Romak and chirping a demanding ‘Mag!’ as they waved their arms at the pup. Romak handed the cub over with playful reluctance, making sure they were both steady while they inspected each other from close range. The cub gave a ringing squeal, happily smacked Mag in the face, then demanded ‘Down!’.

Romak’s laughter jolted Mag from his shock and the pup laughed as he obeyed the cubs order, depositing them safely onto the floor. Giggles poured from the cub as they yanked at Mag’s pants, stretching up an arm to grab at his hand. Mag bent to let the cub have their grasp of his fingers, allowing them to yank him along as they bounced their way back out of the garage. Romak following behind to watch over the pair.

Tada! Hope you enjoyed it. The cub is v melodramatic, because thats how I always picture babies thinking, I find it funny. Every little blip they experience is (literally) the worst thing that's ever happened to them.

Maybe I'll post it on Ao3, for posterity if nothing else, and to make it easier to find all my stuff in one spot I suppose.

Thanks for Reading!

[hajiberry]

waxing the haikyuu boys hc

characters: post-time skip!Oikawa, Bokuto, Iwaizumi, akaashi warnings: language a/n: this is another repost loll hoping to actually have a new fic out soon! <3

Oikawa

You were waxing your legs when he walked in the bathroom

He just stood there and watched you

“Does that hurt?”

You looked at him and chuckled

“eh not too bad anymore”

“Do mine”

you looked at him like tf

“you want me to wax your legs?”

“Yeah i’m curious”

“You’re going to be all whimpy about it”

cue HARD gasp

he immediately takes his pants off and looks at you like ‘okay than do it now’

You grab a stick, stick it in the wax, lay it down on his leg, grab a strip and pull it. Earning a screech from Oikawa

“YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE”

You’re just dying of laughter

“I DID NOT I TOLD YOU”

“You could’ve been more gentle”

“That’s how I do my legs”

He’s just looking at his leg now like ‘fuck’ because he doesn’t really want you to continue but now he’s got a random patch of no hair on his leg

“Why do I let you do these things to me”

“This was your idea drama king, do you want me to do the rest?”

“Well duh this looks stupid”

Cue more dramatic screams and accusing you of being too rough

safe to say that was a one time thing

but definitely is obsessed with how smooth his legs are now

like that night he keeps randomly going

“Y/n feel my legs”

Iwaizumi

The two of you were watching a movie when you noticed how messy your boyfriends eyebrows were

“Babe”

“Hm”

“You should let me wax your eyebrows”

“What? Why?”

“Because they look messy”

He looked over and glared at you

“They’re fine”

“Hm if I were you I’d wanna get rid of that unibrow”

Whips his head in your direction

“I do not”

You raised your eyebrows

“Fine”

So here you are, him laying on the floor in the living room with you holding the pot of wax

“Please don’t make them thin”

“I’m not, I’m just gonna clean them up bud”

He looks very skeptical but just shrugs and closes his eyes, he’s excepted his fait

When you pull the first strip of wax he flinches a little

“Damn that kinda hurts”

“You need me to stop?”

“Shut up”

He tries to stay still the whole time but flinches every-time you pull a strip

When you finished you handed him a little hand held mirror

“Oh wow they actually look good”

“ACTUALLY”

He chuckled and kissed your cheek

“Thanks baby”

Started asking you to do them every couple months

Bokuto

He saw your wax pot sitting in the bathroom and was looking at it like 🤨

“Babe what’s this?”

You’re in y’all’s room so obviously you have no idea what he’s talking about

“What’s what?”

“This pot thingy”

You walk in to see what he’s talking about

“Oooh it’s wax, I waxed my eyebrows earlier”

He looks at it then at you and you can literally see the light bulb going off in his head

“Can you wax my chest?”

You just look at him before you start giggling

“Baby you barely have any chest hair”

“I HAVE ENOUGH”

“okay okay”

“You’ll do it?”

“Yeah go lay down on the floor”

Runs to the room and rips his shirt off before laying on his back on the floor

“I’M READY”

You chuckle to yourself before grabbing the wax pot and walking over to him

Sitting on his lap you look down at him

“Ready?”

“Yup do it”

You lay the first strip and look at him, watching his face as you pull it

He gasped so hard before sitting up

“Holy shit OW”

“UH YEAH”

Groaning he lays back down

“Okay continue”

After you pull the second one he smacks his hand on the group

“Damn I thought that one was gonna be easier”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Mnm I can do it”

You chuckle and finish up

Once your done he runs to the mirror

“ooooh it looks good thanks baby”

he tells the whole team you waxed his chest and everyone’s like ‘hmm can’t tell the difference’

Akaashi

The two of you are going through your night time routine when he ask you

“Would it be weird to you if I shaved my underarms?”

“No, why?”

“I don’t know, I kinda don’t want the hair there anymore”

“Okay, yeah babe you do you. But I wouldn’t shave cause then it’ll be itchy when it grows back and you’ll get in grown hairs ”

“Than what should I do?”

“I can wax it”

He raised his eyebrows at you

“What? I have a wax pot”

“You know what you’re doing?”

“Yes”

Another brow raise

“I can figure it out, cmon it’ll be good let’s do it now!!”

So now he’s laying on his side on your bedroom floor while your laying wax on his armpit

“Will it hurt?”

“Not too bad”

When you put the wax on his underarm he’s just watching you out of the corner of his eye

“I feel like you don’t trust me”

“Hm I do”

“Very convincing”

When you pulled off the wax he winced but definitely could handle it

“Oh that’s not too bad”

“Seeeee”

When you finish he’s all looking in the mirror with a cute lil smile on his face

“Thank you”

“Of course bud”

Definitely becomes a regular thing

[r0-boat]

R0 I woke up in the middle of the night and this horny scenario has me by the throat 😩 I don't think I'll be able to sleep until I type it out so I'm gonna share it with you since I know you would absolutely love this

I'm standing in the garden. I've been doing some work in the backyard, and currently I'm watering the plants with the garden hose while I'm jamming out to some music in my headphones. My back is to the house so I don't notice when Ingo comes home over an hour early from work.

Even though I have my headphones on, he does his best to quietly open the sliding door to the backyard, sneaking out so I won't notice him. I don't know he's there until he wraps his arms around my waist, grabbing the hose and throwing it on the ground before he lifts me up. I scream and elbow him before I see his face, yelling at him for scaring me and asking what's gotten into him. He doesn't say anything as he tears my headphones off and drops them on the ground before dragging me behind the shed, where he knows the nosey neighbors won't be able to see us. That's when I know I'm in trouble.

See, I showed up to Gear Station earlier today to drop off some fresh lunch for him. I'm wearing a short dress today, which isn't normal for me, and I could see the way Ingo eyes the sheer black stockings I'm wearing as I brought his lunch to his desk. I kissed him on the forehead as I put down his lunch before going to the coat rack to hang up my light coat, but I'm looking at him when I "accidentally" miss the hook and drop my jacket on the floor. When I bent over to pick it up, I made sure he got a good view of the fact that I'm wearing the crotchless tights, and when I stood up and smiled at him oh-so-innocently, I could tell that he was already sweating.

I continued acting innocent as I stood across from his desk, asking him how his work day was going and engaging in niceties. He was giving me an intense stare that told me he was very seriously considering bending me over his desk (which was the goal). Just as he was getting ready to stand up from his desk to lock the door, however, Emmet comes in with 3 coffees in hand (also like I had planned), happily passing me the coffee I'd asked him to grab before heading to the office. I chitchatted with him as well, leaned against Ingo's desk, feeling Ingo's gaze burning into my skin as I make small talk with his brother.

After another moment, I announced that I had to get going, surprising both of them as I took off so shortly after arriving. (I left the jacket on the coat hook. I literally only brought it as an excuse to bend over in front of Ingo to get him riled up.)

Unfortunately, those tights, and the garterbelt I had to hold them up, are slung over one of the kitchen chairs in the dining room. (Can't risk getting them dirty while I'm gardening.) I had planned to wear them for when Ingo got home, but because of his unannounced early arrival home, I'm currently wearing nothing beneath my dress as Ingo pins me against the wall of the shed, my back to his chest.

"Ingo?" I half-question, half-moan his name as his hand slides up my dress, feeling for the panties I'm not wearing. He hikes my dress over my waist, revealing my bare body.

He slaps my ass. "You have the audacity, my dearest," he hisses, "to show up to my workplace dressed like that? And now I catch you in the backyard wearing nothing?" My breath hitches as he slaps my ass again, harder this time. I can feel his hard cock pressed against me through his work pants. "Skank. What if the neighbors saw?"

The insult goes right to my cunt as he smacks me again. I moan low at the impact. "Did anyone else see you in those tights?" Smack. My knees are shaking from how horny I am. "Did you show my brother your ass too when you asked him to get those coffees?" He smacks me even harder this time, and I moan openly. He slaps his other hand over my mouth as he grinds against my ass. "Don't think I don't know the game you're playing. Are you trying to misbehave?"

He moves his hand so I can speak. "Yes, yes, please please please, please punish me. I've been so bad." I can't get the words out fast enough, I'm so desperate to be fucked. "Fuck me, Ingo, please." I grind back against him. He growls as I do. I'm already so, so wet, I wonder if he can feel it, my pussy juice rubbing onto his pants.

He smacks me again, and it goes straight to my cunt. My toes curl as I think fuck, I might cum like this. He rubs my tender ass with one hand as his other grips my throat, gently but firmly. He leans forward, forcing me to stick my ass out as he whispers in my ear. "You want me to take you right here? In the open, where anyone can see you?" I nod vigorously, and his grip on my throat tightens. I want to moan his name, but all that comes out of my constricted airpipe is a high-pitched whine. He smacks my ass one last time for good measure, and I swear I almost do cum. "Then you'll take my cock without any complaints. Understood?"

I nod as best I can with his hand still wrapped around my throat. He removes his hand. I take deep breaths as he works on undoing his belt, pulling his pants down just enough to free his cock. We both moan as he rubs the tip against my folds, smearing my juices all over his dick. I'm chanting "please please please--" as he does this, desperate for him to shove it in already.

Something about the angle doesn't satisfy him, though, and he lifts up my right leg to give himself a better angle to enter me. Because he's taller than me, I'm forced to stand on the tips of my toes as he slides his cock in in one, fluid stroke.

He clamps his hand over my mouth before I can scream. He shushes me as he just enjoys the sensation of his cock sitting inside of me--even when he's trying to act rough, it doesn't escape me how he still waits to give me a moment to adjust to just how big his dick is before he destroys me with it. "You have to be quiet," he whispers, breaking character for a moment. He looks pointedly in the direction of the neighbors house.

"I-I know, sorry," I reply, voice shaking.

He nods, before setting a rough pace, pounding hard into my cunt as he leans over me. His chest is flush against my back as he pulls my dress strap off my shoulder, and I help him slide it down my arm, forcing one of my tits to pop out the top of my dress. I can practically hear him grinding his teeth as he fights to stay quiet, unable to stop himself from whispering about how tight, wet, and perfect I am, how good I feel wrapped around his cock. My own breaths come out fast and ragged, whines occasionally escaping my throat as I try to keep my own voice down.

The hand holding my leg up hikes my thigh up just a little bit higher, forcing me to grab the wall in front of me for support. His other hand is playing with my exposed tit, tender and sensitive. He pinches the bud between his thumb and forefinger, gently twisting it just the way I like as his thrusts start to get faster. I lean forward just a bit more as he squeezes my tit just right, and I almost start drooling when the change in angle forces his cock to hit my g-spot dead on. He bites down on my shoulder to muffle his own noises as the head of his cock finally hits my cervix, kissing the spongey entrance to my womb with each thrust as he continues to molest my tit.

"C-close!" I can barely warn him with how much pleasure I'm feeling, and I can tell from the way he sobs into my shoulder that he's close too. His hand moves down to my clit, rubbing at the side of it with his thumb as I finally cum, my toes curling and my hands desperately scratching the wall of the shed as I clench down on his cock. Between that and the long whine that leaves my throat as I cum, it pushes Ingo over the edge as well, and I can feel his hot seed spill inside me as he presses the tip against the entrance of my womb.

He grinds his cock inside me as I can feel it twitch, fucking his cum as deep inside me as he can, before he finally starts to soften.

He hisses as he pulls out of me, and I groan as he finally pops out as well, feeling some of his cum leak out of me onto the grass. He kisses me gently on the back of my neck while I recover, gently setting my foot back on the ground and holding me up by the hips as I regain feeling in my legs before heading back inside with me.

(He later fusses over me and asks if he was too rough while he massages the bruise he left on my thigh. I assure him that he was perfect.)

(In the morning we realize we left the garden hose on and the backyard is flooded. The water bill is going to be astronomical this month.)

ANON YOUR DREAMING ARE AMAZING SJSJJ

Out here living the High Life😌

God I just love pushing ingo's buttons till he eventually snaps

[bittydragon]

Alone in a Cramped Universe - 2

Previous - Next

Tommy sat on the floor of the spaceship, his nervousness returning tenfold compared to when he was just waiting for the ship. Philza, who was very insistent that Tommy not call him captain for whatever reason despite literally being the captain, told him he was grabbing the rest of the crew to meet him as they took off. Tommy figured someone else was doing liftoff before joining them, so he just waited.

He looked longingly at one of the chairs. They looked terribly comfortable but they were all a bit small for him. Philza said they were going to make a pit stop and get some furniture more suited to Tommy’s size, and the human couldn’t be more thankful. But at the same time, he was itching to have some furniture his own size again, it has been much too long since he’s had anything like that.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when a buzzing noise seemed to rapidly approach him until he was suddenly face to face with a small bee-like alien. Tommy hadn’t met this kind of alien before, he had only read about them while doing research on different alien species. Two sets of fragile looking wings buzzed behind the tiny alien and four arms fidgeted excitedly in front of them. Their pale yellow skin was even adorned with black tiger stripes. Tommy was in utter awe at how small they were, they were closer to the size of the hummingbird alien, so even smaller than Philza.

They suddenly thrust a hand out, keeping the others close to their body, obviously trying to contain their excitement and failing miserably.

“You must be Human Tommy! I’m Tubbo! I’m an Apian!” Tommy reached out and gently grabbed Tubbo’s hand, earning a relieved sigh. Tommy looked quizzically at the apian, earning him a guilty smile as he pulled his arm back. “In my research I found that humans shook hands as a greeting, but I wasn’t quite sure if it was right… glad it was!”

“Handshakes are a good greeting among strangers, you did good research.” Tommy grinned as the buzzing seemed to get louder as the apian’s smile grew. He watched their little antenna flicker as they flew a quick, excited circle in the air with an excited buzz before positioning himself right back in front of Tommy again.

“Among strangers? Oh, you humans have different types of greetings too! You have to teach me one of these days, ok?” Tubbo flipped himself over to be hovering upside down in front of Tommy, earning a chuckle and nod.

“Interesting. You’re… bigger than I thought you would be.”

“Hah! Who’s small now, bitch!”

Tommy froze as new voices sounded behind him and a loud smack sounded after the second voice stopped speaking. A glance at Tubbo showed the bee alien, who had already put himself in an upright position again, still smiling like this was normal, so Tommy stood up and turned towards them. Both aliens in front of him immediately shut up, and stared up at him in awe.

“Oh wait, why is he so tall? Phil said nothing about him being this big!” The strange lizard-like alien spoke up with some annoyance in his tone, earning himself a second smack from the bigger alien beside him.

“He can understand us you know, stop being rude.” The lizard alien grumbled and crossed his arms across his chest.

Studying the two new aliens, Tommy realized just how much bigger he was than everyone else on the ship. Phil had mentioned Tommy being nearly twice the height of the biggest alien on their ship, and he was fairly certain the boar-like alien was the closest in size to Tommy. He was covered in fluffy pink fur that looked like it was standing on end as he examined the human. Tommy swallowed nervously as the red eyes scanned over him, his own eyes landing on the cracked tusks on either side of his face. Tommy idly registered that there were two little horns on top of his head by his large, floppy ears. 

If he didn’t look so terrifying and not covered in scars, Tommy would’ve tried cuddling with him in a heartbeat. But he’s barely spoken and Tommy is fairly certain that this man could kill him in a heartbeat.

“Don’t worry about the lizard brain over here, he doesn’t know how to be polite. I’m Technoblade, but uh, call me Techno.” Techno fidgeted with his hands for a moment, trying to figure out what to do. Tommy was about to speak up until Tubbo stage whispered over.

“Stick out your hand and let him grab it!” Techno nodded and stiffly reached out towards Tommy, leaving a hooved hand in front of the human. Tommy smiled softly at Techno. He was only trying to properly greet him, maybe he wasn’t too bad. Still scary though.

Tommy reached out and grabbed the offered hand, shaking it slightly before pulling back. “It’s called a handshake by the way, a common greeting among human strangers or general acquaintances. Also a formal greeting.” The boar nodded, seeming to take mental note of what Tommy said. He gestured towards the lizard alien who was still very pointedly not looking at Tommy.

“This here is Wilbur, he’s not normally this grumpy. He’ll probably open up by tomorrow.” Tommy nodded, his grin faltering slightly.

Wilbur looked annoyed that Tommy was even here. He was definitely one of the crewmates that was against having Tommy join the crew. He wasn’t sure who the other was, but he was sort of happy he couldn’t tell. 

He looked strange too. Wilbur seemed to have blue and slightly transparent skin, making Tommy wonder if he would be able to see his insides. That would be so cool. But if Wilbur’s obvious disgust for him and the metal looking plating covering his body said anything, he wouldn’t even have the chance to see. The large black markings under his eyes were fascinating though, hopefully Tommy would be able to ask what their purpose was since it looked like they were the only black markings on his body.

Finally, slitted and unblinking eyes glanced at him and Wilbur sneered. Tommy reeled back from the nasty look. That was unprovoked.

Techno growled at Wilbur and took a step towards him. “Wilbur, can’t you be polite for two seconds? He’s our-”

“I know. And frankly I don’t care. The only good thing about him being here is that someone is finally taller than you.” Wilbur looked Tommy dead in the eyes with a venomous glare. “I hope Phil gets sick of you quickly.” 

That felt like a sword to his chest. Tommy looked to the ground, slight tears building up in his eyes. Normally it took longer for people to gain a disliking for him. 

“WILBUR! WHAT THE FUCK?!”

Wilbur stared at the angry Techno and Tubbo before shrugging and walking off. All Tommy did was stare at the floor and fiddle with his hands, trying hard to not cry. He didn’t fit in anywhere, he knew that. But being told that they were waiting for him to be dumped? That hurt.

Suddenly, a small weight pressed against his cheek and a buzzing filled his head. He glanced to where the pressure was and saw the small bee alien snuggling up close. Only a few seconds later and there was someone patting his thigh, and he glanced down to see Techno trying to pat him awkwardly, in what Tommy assumed was supposed to be a comforting touch.

Tommy sniffled and wiped his nose with a finger. “Thanks.” He only whispered the word but the two of them definitely heard him as Tubbo pressed closer and Techno leaned against him in what Tommy assumed was supposed to be a comforting gesture among his own species.

The three of them stayed like that for a few minutes that honestly began feeling like an eternity until wingbeats approached the room. They all looked up to see a happy Phil chirping as he entered the room, only for his face to fall as he saw the sight before him.

Phil’s expression immediately filled with anger as he realized what may have just happened. He quickly changed to a sharp and sickly sweet smile. Tommy realized why Phil was captain. He might be small but this was the scariest person on this ship by far. 

“Which one of you little shits did this?”

Silence followed for a moment. Tommy glanced at Tubbo and Techno, both of whom were also obviously terrified of Phil’s current anger.

“W-wil told Tommy he ho-hoped you would get sick of him quickly.” Phil’s angry grin grew.

“Oh, did he now?” Phil took a deep breath and turned to the corridor, his wingbeats seeming to pick up in his agitation. “I’ll be right back.”

Phil quickly flew out of the room and down the corridor that Wilbur left through. The three of them relaxed before immediately tensing up again as a sharp yell sounded through the hallway.

“WILBUR! WHAT THE FUCK?!”