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˖ ࣪ ، ◞ せ⌇ BABY MOMMA. featuring k. nanami.

↻ there’s nothing nanami wants more in the world than to make you a mommy, and give you his beautiful kids.

tags : breeding kink, creampie, mommy kink (if you squint), messy sex, pet names, feral nanami, marathon sex, lactation + pregnancy (fantasized), ovulation cycle // wc. 0.9k

author’s note : sorry this one’s a lil late, i’ve been busy with theme changes and real life is throwing a million and one hurdles at me and i just can’t keep up 😞 you can't tell me that nanami wouldn't be a massive family man, so here i have him completely desperate to start a family with you and give you his babies. notes and reblogs are always appreciated, and check out my masterlist for non-event based works <3 !!

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it’s been hours. hours since nanami even proposed the idea of trying for kids, and now, it’s all he can fucking think about. 

it’s all you can think about too, given the fact that he’s fucked you out of your mind, legs numb from being in missionary for as long as you remember with nanami plunging in and out of you, the tip of his cock nudging your cervix with every single thrust. 

it’s repetitive. it’s addicting. 

“hah- kento, can’t take no more…” your voice is a sheepish babble, nails digging into his back as tears stream down your face. “ ‘s too much, ken, please–“

nanami grunts in your ear, hips never ceasing movement as he ruts into you. “g’na have to, sweetheart. this one’s gotta take.”

he said that about the last one, and the one before that, and the one before that… and fuck, you can’t keep up with how many times he’s said it because he’s been going at it for so long with only one goal in mind. 

he’s gonna give you kids. he’s gonna make you a mommy, and you’re gonna raise his kids with him as his wife. 

it’s all he’s ever wanted. it’s all he’s ever dreamed of, and when he watches you lounge around the house wearing nothing but a bra and his oversized dress shirt and a wedding ring fit snugly on your finger, he really can’t stop himself from imagining what you would look like with a swollen tummy, breasts spilling out of that same bra. 

“g’na give you my kids baby…” he’s rambling half out of his ass, his brain scrambled by pure need. “gonna make my girl a mommy. you’re gonna be a great mommy, aren't you?”

he’s brought up the topic before. it was never anything serious, just asking you what you would prefer and never really thinking of his own volition. you had always agreed with him wholeheartedly, and it would somehow lead to the two of you cooing over baby clothes and strollers but never anything more. 

nanami is fucking sick of it. he’s sick of fawning over the idea and not doing anything about it. sure, you’ve made love a couple of times, but it never held any true intent, focusing on the pure need to give each other pleasure. 

well, now, nanami needs more than pleasure. he needs to see you with that swollen tummy and those massive leaky tits, and there’s only one way to do that; fucking you within an inch of your life and cumming in your cunt until it finally takes. 

“kento–“ you seemingly haven’t gotten bored of it yet, despite having been at it for over two hours. your back still arches with every bump to your cervix, nails still raking down his back as his sweaty chest squashes your own. “this one’s gonna take, promise.”

“i can’t be sure of that,” he states matter-of-factly. “although your tracker says you’re ovulating, we can’t just trust that once or twice will be enough.” is he sure of this fact? no, but he is sure that you feel too damn good to stop, even though he’s already finished inside of you enough times to guarantee your pregnancy ten times over. 

you just look so beautiful beneath him. you wear the radiance of sex extremely well, eyes fogged over and mouth hanging open as your steamy pants echo in his ear. you’re borderline intoxicating, and that’s why nanami can’t stop, even though he knows you need him to before you pass out. 

“look at me, angel. i wanna see you.” you weakly turn your cheek away from the pillow and look up at him, lips stained a gorgeous red and swollen from his kisses. “you’re gonna be such a pretty momma.”

your eyelids flutter and your back arches weakly as you cum again for the final time, garbled moans of nanami’s name flooding from your throat. despite the longevity of your session, your cunt still manages to squeeze around him impossibly, and nanami groans deeply, arms sliding around your hips as you pulls you forward to meet his thrusts. 

“kentooo…”

“i know, baby, i know.” the sheets are soiled with your sweat and his, and the tight clampdown of your walls propels him to cum one final time, hips flush against your twitching clit as he pumps you full. 

you both stay like that for a beat, nanami folded over your twitching body before he finally pulls out slowly, and when he does, the sight he’s met with is so incredibly dirty that he can barely believe he was the one to reduce you to such a mess. “oh, angel…”

copious amounts of his release flood from your cunt, leaving a translucent pool on your sheets. whilst he absolutely loves the sight and wishes to brand it on the forefront of his brain, nanami’s goal is still clear as day. 

he leans down and kisses your overstimulated clit, fingers dancing around your twitchy hole and gathering up his release before pushing it back inside with a curl of his fingers that makes you want to scream. 

“can’t waste any, my dear, or it might not take, remember?” when he looks up at you from in between your trembling thighs, the look on his face is nothing short of depraved, blonde strands of hair sticking to his forehead and cheeks stained red with excitement. 

“can’t wait to see my girl become a mommy.”

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Haiiiii

I luv ur blog sm! 💕💕🙈🙈

Can you do dreamies reactions to accidentally getting you pregnant?

PLZ IM BEGGING YOU

hiii thank you so much 😽 i had so many requests for this so i hope you all enjoy 💓

mark

he would be shocked.. in total disbelief but still supportive

“IM HOME BABE” mark yells through your apartment, your loud sobs lead him to the bathroom that you are in, mark walks through the door seeing you sitting on the toilet seat with your head in your hands “ what’s wrong sweetheart” mark kneels down to see your face “ im pregnant” you say muffled “you’re what?” mark says moving your hands away from your face “im pregnant” you say hesitantly repeating yourself looking to the ground, mark stays silent for a moment, processing everything that he just heard before speaking again “i love you” he blurts out, you look down at him a little confused at his random confession “ i love you so much, at the end of the day its your decision on what you want to do, i’ll support you no matter what you decide” he moves closer engulfing you into a big hug

renjun

he would be so down to earth & serious about it, he wouldn’t hold back asking the hard questions

“we’re going to be parents?” he asks, his voice low and stern “yes jun” you say coming to terms with it yourself “and you’re sure want to keep it?” you answer again “yes i do” he smiles at you placing a kiss to your temple “are you ready to be a mom, im not saying that you aren’t i just want you to know that is isn’t just something temporary, from this point forward our lives are going to change forever, are you ready for that?” he asks “yes renjun im ready, are you?” you ask he takes a second to reply “i’ve always wanted a life with you, i always wanted a family and you to be the mother of my children” he says kissing you “im still in shock but im ready to become a dad, ill try and be the best person i can be for you and our child, i love you so much” you giggle at him “i love you more junnie”

jeno

he wouldn’t have much to say in the moment, he would immediately make sure you understand how much he loves you and supports you

coming home from a long practice, jeno walks through the front door and straight to your shared bedroom, he finds you folding laundry on the bed “hey babe” he says putting his belongings down and walking over to you placing a kiss to your forehead, he walks into the attached bathroom as he takes off his belt and begins to discard his clothes, you finally get the courage to speak “jeno i need to talk to you when you’re done showering” you say “alright” he replies as he closes the door separating you from him as he gets in the shower, your stomach drops as you hear the water turn off and your boyfriend exiting the bathroom in nothing but a towel around his waist “what did you need to talk about” he asks standing in the bathroom doorway, you stare at him on the bed “get dressed first” you say as he begins to put shorts and a shirt on before walking over to you on the bed, he sits down on the edge “ jeno” you whisper before tears stream down your face “im pregnant” you say as tears being to spring from your eyes, jeno doesn’t say anything he just puts you on his lap and rubs your back until you calm down “look at me” jeno says “we will figure this out together, you’re not alone in this” he says placing a kiss to yours lips

haechan

his immediate instinct is to check on you, completely disregarding the information you just laid on him

“i’m pregnant donghyuck” as the words leave your tongue haechans heart drops, he rushes over to you “are you okay? are you in pain? do you feel sick? can i do anything to help?” you found this gesture cute, “yes babe i’m fine but did you hear me? i’m pregnant” you say questioning him “yes i heard you love, do you want to keep it?” he asks fiddling with the hem of his shirt “yeah i do, this is our baby hyuck” you say looking at your belly. hyuck smiles bending down to your tummy “hi baby it’s your daddy, i know you’re so small but soon you’ll grow so big, i’ll make sure mommy is super healthy so that you can be too!” he says rubbing your belly “i can’t wait to see you as a dad, it’s already so hot, it’s making me want to get pregnant again and i just found out about this one” haechan lets out a laugh “wow slow it down baby you’re not even a month in, let’s see if you say the same thing after giving birth” your eyes shoot open as a gasp leaves your mouth “oh my god, i’m going to have to give birth, i forgot about that part, wait now im scared” you say panicking “don’t worry baby, ill be there with you every step of the way” haechan pulls you into another hug kissing the top of your head

jaemin

he would hold back tears

“i’m gonna be a dad” jaemin says looking at you, you expected him to be scared shitless but to your surprise his face is plastered with a smile from ear to ear “oh baby, we’re gonna be a mommy and daddy” he pulls you into a hug before looking at you again “wait, you want this right, you want the baby?” jaemin questions, “yes jaemin, i’ve always wanted to be a mom, even though this wasn’t planned i’m happy, reallly happy, especially since you’re the dad, i wouldn’t want to have anyone else’s baby” you smile at him “well i would hope not, oh y/n you’re gonna look so pretty all pregnant. i can’t wait to see them grow inside you, i can’t wait to meet them” you kiss his lips “you’re gonna be a great dad jaemin” “not as good as you mama”

chenle

surprisingly good at not freaking out given the situation at least on the outside

it all started with morning sickness

“jesus babe” chenle jumps out of bed rushing to the bathroom after hearing you begin to throw up, quickly he kneels down next to you holding your hair up and rubbing your back “this is the third time this week you’ve thrown up” chenle says worried “i think i have a stomach bug or something” you say wiping your mouth with a wet washcloth

you began to notice how every little thing made you nauseous, especially the smell of certain foods

“babe come here and try this” your boyfriend yells as you approached him, walking to the pot of food on the stove you take a deep breath before being completely disgusted, not that the food smelled bad, not at all, it was one of your favorite dishes but for some reason, all of the sudden you felt like you could puke at any moment “chenle i can’t i feel sick” you say making gagging sounds “wow okay you could’ve just told me the food looks awful” chenle rolls his eyes “what has gotten into you all of a sudden the smell of food makes you nauseous?” chenle asks laying with you on the couch as he rakes his hands through your hair “im telling you lele i think im sick or something” you brush him off

the eye opener was when you missed your period

“chenle i don’t want to go im supposed to get my period” you say as your boyfriend tries to convince you to go out with his friends, “please baby just go have a good time with your friends” you say laying in bed “no y/n i’m not going without you, if you don’t want to go then neither do i”

that was almost a week ago and yet your period was no where to be found

sitting on the bed you begin to put all the pieces together 1. morning sickness 2. weak stomach 3. missing your period and not to mention the excessive peeing

your stomach dropped at the realization “CHENLE” you scream as your boyfriend runs into the room “yes babe” he says frantically, you stare at him for a second before speaking “i think im pregnant” you say as your face drains, chenles eyes go wide “ you think you’re what?…pregnant?” he asks shocked “okay hold on i’ll be right back” he says grabbing his jacket and walking to the door “where are you going” you grab his arm causing him to turn to you “i’m getting a test, just wait here and drink a lot of water” he said before walking out the door

the minutes went by rather slowly, looking at the clock ticking on the wall, finally the front door opened and chenle appeared with a box in his hand “go pee on this” he hands you the pregnancy test and you make your way to the bathroom, chenle follows you into the tiny room as you sit on the toilet “could you look away” you scoff to your boyfriend as he stares at you “when it comes to you i’ve seen all there is, just piss already” he rolls his eyes

silence fills the air as you finish you place the stick onto the counter upside down waiting for it to process, you sit next to chenle on the edge of the bathroom, looking to your boyfriend as he grabs your hand lacing his fingers with yours rubbing his thumb on the top of your hand

the five minutes are up as chenle looks to you “do you want to look first or me?” he asks, you take a deep breath walking over to the counter, hand shaking you pick up the stick turning it over as your eyes meet the word “pregnant” plastered across it, immediately chenle can tell the result by the look on your face “it’s not right, we need to buy another one, this is false” you begin to sob as you leave the bathroom in attempt to go buy more tests but before you could walk out the front door chenle grabs your arm and pulls you into a big hug “the test isn’t wrong y/n, you’re pregnant baby” he says looking down at you “all the signs were there we just looked right past them” he squeezes you a little bit as he rubs your back, your sobs begin to calm, chenle leads you over to the couch “look at me” he says lifting your chin to face him “don’t worry about anything other than this baby, i promise i will handle it all, i love you, i won’t let anything happen to you” he says looking into your eyes as he leans into a kiss

jisung

he would freak out at first

“no wait this isn’t happening” jisung says pacing the room back and forth, “im gonna die, my mother will kill me” he continues walking around the room slightly pulling on his hair as he whispers to himself about how stupid he is for getting into this situation, jisung got so caught up with himself he completely forgot about you, his heart dropped thinking about how scared you must be and his reaction isn’t helping, jisung walks over to the bed where you are sat against the headboard staring into space as a single tear rolls down your cheek“im sorry” jisung sighs “i want you to know this isn’t your fault, im not upset with you” you look to him with a blank expression “i don’t know where to go from here jisung” you say as your voice trembles “im scared” you whisper almost ashamed to admit, jisung pulls you into a hug “i’ll be right by your side with whatever you decide. i’ll support you no matter what baby”

akauahahhsja the chenle stans (me) are lucky today because i could not stop on his part, the words just kept coming it may also be because im absolutely obsessed with dad chenle

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i'll take care of you | j.m.

synopsis: in which you promise to take care of him

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You woke up to the sound of your phone ringing. You reached our for it and when you saw who the caller was, you immediately sat up and answered it.

"Babe? What's wrong?"

JJ's heavy breath was the only thing you could hear.

"JJ? Is everything okay? What's going on?" you pressed, panic settling in your chest.

"Can I come over? I'll explain everything" his voice was so small, you could barely hear him.

"Of course you can, baby"

"I'll see you in 10 minutes" he said and hung up, not giving you a chance to say anything else.

It wasn't weird to get phone calls from JJ in the middle of the night, but he was never this distressed. Your mind started coming up with all kinds of scenarios, one worse than the other.

The 10 minute wait seemed like forever before you heard the all too familiar knock on your window.

You immediately jumped and opened it, being met with the bloody and bruised smiling face of your boyfriend.

"What happened to your face?" you asked while helping him enter your room without making too much noise to wake up your parents.

"Nothing serious, it's fine. Doesn't hurt as bad as it looks" he shrugged his shoulders and laid back on your bed.

You stood rooted in your spot, staring at him. You knew where the bruises came from all too well, but it didn't help that JJ was still trying to hide them from you.

"J, please just tell me the truth" your voice was small, knowing that JJ couldn't deal with screams and anger.

"I am, it's nothint that hasn't happened before. I'm used to it, it's fine" he was now sitting up, patting the spot next to him.

You bit your lip but complied and sat down, putting your right hand on his knee.

"I'm sorry you have to go through this, baby" tears started streaming down your cheeks by now, sobs fighting their way out of your body.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, it's just how he is. He's not always like this, you know, he has his good moments" the fact that he still tried to defend his dad, beaten to a pulp by him, brought even more tears and sadness in you.

"You don't deserve this, baby. Nobody should ever lay a finger on you, let alone a hand. You deserve so much better" you rested your head against his shoulder, squeezing his knee in comfort.

He brought a hand down to his knee and took hold of yours. You interlocked your fingers and squeezed, knowing how much JJ needed to feel you there with him.

"I have you, and that's all I need. Don't be so hard on yourself, it's not your fault" he whispered, kissing your forehead.

"Please let me take care of you. I'll talk to my parents and see if you can stay here for a while. They can even become your legal guardians until you turn 18. I know they'll do it, and you'll finally have a safe place that you could call home" the idea seemed so simple and easy for you, but it seemed like such a stretch to JJ.

"I can't ask you or your parents to do that, babe. Being a burden to your family is the last thing I want to do" he tried to reason with you, but you weren't having it.

"No, you listen to me. I am not letting you go back home, JJ. My parents love you and I know they are going to want to help you. Please don't push me away, let me help you" you were basically begging him at this point, but you didn't care.

Nobody deserved the life that he had, and you'll be damned if his father touched him one more time. You were going to do everything in your power to make sure he'd never received another punch or insult from his dad ever again.

"Okay" he finally whispered after a while, chewing on his bottom lip.

You let out a big sigh of relief you didn't know you were holding and wrapped him in your arms, silent tears falling down your face.

He buried his head in your neck, taking in your familiar scent and warm hold.

He finally felt like things could finally take a turn for the better. Like he would get a new chance at life.

All because of you.

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ASK COMPILATION ABOUT THE WEIRD DROW

Replying to a couple of shorter questions! Sorry that I can't get to all of you lest this blog just turns into a stream of constant asks, but I read all of your messages and to be honest there are several that I'm saving to draw something for 😭 alas there are only so many hours in a day.

Thank you for all the support and interactivity as always!

He takes fairly good care of things he considers important or useful - otherwise he's pretty messy or at least indifferent to mess. Definitely a "leaves the wet towel on the bed" guy LOL

Okay so I was bad and not used to DnD mechanics or spells the first time I played the game, so I RARELY ever cast Speak With Animals and had very little sense of their personality during his campaign - BUT THERE WAS THIS ONE TIME WHEN I DID.

THERE WAS ONE TIME WHERE I REMEMBERED.

AND IT WAS PERFECT.

He adores and most of all respects this intense little guy with his whole heart.

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Serious answer: he respects wild animals far too much to try and make one into a pet.

Non-serious but still true answer: He would never do that and have to deal with Astarion's incessant Drizzt Do'urden joke comparisons for the rest of his existence. That's that man's personal hell.

He's fairly adaptable! But as far as dynamics go, he does lean bottom regardless of who he's with in bed, but this doesn't necessarily translate into always being on the receptive end of things.

If he were to be with a cisgender woman who doesn't wear a strap like its a second pair of briefs, he would be more than happy to be the pitcher the majority of the time. I think the only scenario where he would be dissatisfied is a restrictive one - he couldn't be with someone who doesn't want to enjoy his whole body in earnest, or who can't flip the roles every once in a while. Also, you have to be a little gross. He has probably caught Astarion off-guard with the things he did on a whim/suggested they do more than once. All in all, as long as whoever he's with is versatile and not a prude, they could probably make it work.

He killed Minthara in her lair and all he got was a bear out of it. Good thing killing her was it's own reward!

MAN... Could just be that his story is far too concrete in my brain already, but it's hard for me to see that working. They are both far too out of touch with their emotions and quiet in their demeanor for me to envision a durable romance sparking. Also, DU drow (who has no clue how old he is himself) thinks of Shadowheart as being far too young for him.

There is a mutual understanding between them that there is a barrier that neither of them is willing to let the other get past - and because that is something they both share, they won't, and they might never try. They work so well as friends because of their similarities, but in a relationship I think that would be to their detriment.

Also, I think silver-haired Shadowheart's wants and needs for her future far diverge from DU drow's chaotic lifestyle, ultimately It's probably best for them to make their own paths.

HAHAHAHA LISTEN.... YOU'RE TALKING AS IF THOSE TWO THINGS DON'T GO TOGETHER PERFECTLY WELL BUT IN MY MIND THEY ARE ONE AND THE SAME.

The thing about DU drow is that he might be a bottom, but he's a very... Uh, engaged bottom. He can be as dominant with a dick in his ass as he can be submissive depending on how it jives with his partner- and he's gonna spew some nonsense either way LOL

Either way... I feel ya brother 😔🍑

He did it himself during a dinner Gortash invited him to. At the table. With a meat knife. He was trying to prove a really stupid point/put Gortash off of him.

I have a script for this and I still need to draw it someday! 🤦‍♂️

He doesn't think anything of it now - it's so far in the past and DU drow obviously isn't the judgemental type when it comes to sordid individuals LOL

As a person, however, Astarion likely wasn't the kind of guy that he would have gotten along with, and vice-versa. Sounds to me like he was pretty poshy and did all his misdeeds under the table - DU drow wouldn't have strong feelings about it from an ethical standpoint, but he wouldn't respect it either. Also, DU drow's is practically anarchistic in his political views - soooooo not much room there to be in love with politicians. I'm sure pre-vampirism Astarion would have less than favorable opinions about him as well so the feeling would have been mutual LOL.

ABSOLUTELY NOT HE NEEDS BOTH EYES TO CUT THROUGH FOES he will gladly put Gale on the slab to see what happens though LMAO

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Real Laugh

A Hazbin Hotel fanfiction

Okay so, I saw this fanart done by @kalico-of-doom while scrolling around the other day and I ABSOLUTELY HAD TO WRITE A FANFIC ABOUT IT. Otherwise the nonsense deep in my bones will consume me.

As always on my blog, serving up fresh hot garbage semi regularly, ⚠️⚠️ this is in fact a tickle fic. Don’t like, don’t read. Thank you.

Summary: Alastor thinks he’s funny, Angel thinks he should give him something to laugh about.

Self satisfied laughter rang through the sitting room in the hotel foyer. Alastor nudged Angel with his elbow, trying (unsuccessfully) to get him to join in. He’d been rattling off puns for the better part of 20 minutes now, causing most of the hotel residents to vacate the contaminated area. Angel, however, was trapped.

Not physically trapped, mind you, but he didn’t want to leave the powerful demon alone, fearing he may get upset. A happy Alastor was a safe Alastor, and Angel was not about to open that can of worms.

“Oh! I have another one,” Alastor said, smiling widely. “If you don’t mind the crassness, of course. What is the difference between an unclean bus stop, and a lobster with breast implants?” Angel sighed, but engaged, resting his chin in his palm and looking at his companion. “I don’t know, what?”

“One is a crusty bus station, and the other is a busty crustacean!” The red head broke into another fit of laughter, sounding as if he was faking it for a radio audience. This joke at least earned a smile from Angel, albeit a reluctant one. Alastor trailed off, turning to face the porn star more fully. “Oh, come now, why so serious?” Angel shook his head, offering a more exaggerated smile. “Hey, I did laugh at that one.”

“You smiled, my dear arachnid. I’d say that’s hardly laughter.” Angel scoffed, dropping the grin. “Maybe if you were actually funny, I’d laugh.” Alastor raised an eyebrow. “I am funny.”

This earned a genuine laugh from Angel. “Considering that’s the funniest thing you’ve said all day, I disagree.” He said, crossing his top set of arms. “Well, I disagree as well.” Alastor said, crossing his legs. “I’ve been laughing this entire time, so I’d say I’m pretty funny.”

“Funny looking, maybe.” Angel retorted, mocking his signature grin. “Besides, all I’ve been hearing is your fakey laugh.”

Alastor turned again. “Fakey?” He placed a hand on his chest, as if wounded. “That is simply untrue and hurtful, Angel. My laugh is genuine.”

“There is no way in any circle of hell that you actually laugh like that.”

Alastor gave a half hearted chuckle at that. Angel pointed. “See? No one fucking laughs like that. You sound like you’re reading off of a queue card!” Alastors smile faltered, going a little crooked. The two sat in silence for a moment, stewing.

“How’s about this one?” Alastor chimed. “What do you call a cow with two legs?” Angel gave him a flat look. “Lean beef!” Just as Alastor finished, Angel lunged, tackling the radio demon to the floor. They struggled, Alastor letting out a surprised yelp as the younger demon grappled for dominance. Having a weight disadvantage, Angel attempted to straddle his waist, only managing a half perch with one leg trapped under him, fighting Alastors wild bucking. He leaned forward, grabbing his upper arms from the underside and pushing them up, pressing his body weight into the hold. Alastors ears bristled, antlers threatening to grow and spike. “Enough with the bad jokes. What do you say we see what your real laugh sounds like?” A confused look crossed Alastors eyes.

With another set of arms, Angel dug clawed fingers into his ribs. Alastor gasped, holding the breath. He looked up at Angel, signature grin wobbling, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head to the side. Then, Angel lightened his touch.

The dam broke.

A stream of high pitched giggles erupted from the radio demon. Unrestrained, uncontrolled.

But most shockingly, happy.

Angel felt his face tinge red, a fond smile forming. He carefully scribbled his nails up and down Alastors rib cage, following his squirming. “Now that is a real laugh.” He cooed. He shifted his hands downwards, focusing on the skin where Alastors ribs turned into his sides. The older demon squealed before falling into more frantic laughter. His one free leg flailed about, the heel of his shoe scraping against the floor. “Woah there,” Angel teased, picking up the pace on his scratching. “You’ll wear a hole in the carpet! Niftys going to have a fit.” Alastor worked up the gall to look him in the eye.

“Fuck you!”

Unfortunately, the giggles took all the venom from his voice. Angel laughed. “I don’t know what your deal is, but you don’t need to swear at me! It’s not like you’ve asked me to stop!” A deep red blush painted Alastors face, eyes going wide for a split second before melting into another round of laughter. He finally spoke. “No! No, please-“ his pleading cut off with a yelp, Angel having gave his sides an experimental squeeze. “Ah-ha!” Angel exclaimed. “Another spot, jeez you’re just sensitive everywhere, aren’t you?” Alastor stuttered, trying to get out that he absolutely was not. To be fair, English is hard, and it’s substantially harder when most of your breath is being used for other things.

Angel paused his ministrations and grinned, catching Alastors eye. He brought out his third set of arms.

Shit.

Alastor began to plead again, shaking his head frantically. He was unable to keep the mirth from his voice. “No! Please, no more! I’m sorry, okay? I’ll stop with the puns!” His eyes never left that extra set, watching the wiggling claws hovering over him. “Aww, the big bad radio demon is begging now?” Angels voice dripped with playful sarcasm. Suddenly, he lunged all four free hands down.

Alastor shrieked.

And nothing happened. Alastor peered up at Angel, confused. The porn star had broken into his own stream of cackling, hunched over with his hands hovering inches away from Alastors skin. “I didn’t even touch you! What in the hells was that noise?!” Alastor made an incredulous face, for once his signature grin absent. “That sound was absolutely adorable.” Angel said, wiping a tear from his eye. “Do it again?” He lunged again, this time making contact. One set of hands scribbling up and down his ribs and sides while the others dug into his tummy. Alastor shrieked again (much to his dismay), falling into loud belly laughter. He threw his head back, unable to control himself through the onslaught. He yanked on his restrained arms, kicked with his free leg, and tossed his head side to side. He finally had enough.

Two black tendrils appeared behind his tormenter, wrapping around his middle and dragging him backwards off of Alastor. Angel screamed in surprise, flailing at the sudden jolt. Alastors tendrils held Angel there on the floor while he caught his breath, slowly sitting up. He smoothed his hair with his hands, taking a few deep breaths before putting on his sinister smile. “That was fun and all,” he said, standing to make his way towards Angel, “but I think it’s time to give you a taste of your own medicine.”

————

Charlie watched with teary eyes and a soft smile as her friends played. Hidden just around the corner, she had stopped to make sure no one was getting hurt. She had heard Alastor screaming and came running, finding a much more welcome sight.

Knowing neither of them were used to positive touch, she let them horse around. It might be good for them, after all.

Maybe she should find a way to work this into a lesson plan.

[kinkandkreep]

♡︎ 𝐂𝐖: 𝐄𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬

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♡︎ 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

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Manjiro’s thankful his nose isn’t broken and his tongue is still intact. 

Although, he wonders if the pain of those things would be any less than the pain he’s currently experiencing. 

Left alone to nurse his injuries, Manjiro, for the nth time in a short span, can feel tears welling up behind his eyes. 

He’s chased his wife, the love of his life, away into the arms of his best friend, the same friend who he’d just duked it out with over a serious betrayal. 

The cold pack on his face does little to soothe the sting. 

Sighing, Manjiro places the pack on the counter in front of him, beginning to slip out of his clothes and skulking into the shower. 

He lets the scalding water do its best to massage his overworked muscles, but Manjiiro barely feels the heat, so caught up he is in his thoughts. 

‘It’s really over isn’t it? __’s going to abandon leave me, and it’s all my fault.’

Manjiro’s shoulders begin to shake, although this time it’s not because of an impending waterfall of tears. 

No, this time, it’s because of a red hot anger that begins to course through his system. 

‘No. She has no right. She slept with Hanma, and she’ll probably sleep with Ken. She’s no better than me.’

Thoughts racing wildly, and becoming increasingly dark, Manjiro quickly scrubs his body clean and shuts off the water, exiting the shower and wrapping his waist in a towel. 

Stopping, he observes himself in the bathroom mirror. 

He still looks the same, for the most part- long blonde locks slicked back on his head, the dragon tattoo he’d gotten to twin with two of his best friends still curled quietly up his neck.

Except…

There’s the beginnings of darkness creeping up underneath his eyes. His collarbones are more pronounced, and his cheekbones more prominent, both signs that he’s lost weight. 

His eyes themselves, large and usually alight with mischief, have darkened, their inky blackness becoming piercing and empty. 

“You don’t get to just leave me, __. You belong to me. And there’s not a force on Earth that can keep me from you.”

The next morning…

There’s something soft yet firm cuddled up against you as you awake. 

The sun filters into the room in a gentle stream, casting everything in a golden haze. 

Including the man next to you. 

Ken looks, as cliche as it may sound, ethereal in the golden light, his hair creating a dark halo around his head. His features, having always been sharp and prominent, are relaxed, softened with the ease of rest. 

Every few seconds he snores lightly, and the sound brings a small smile to your face. 

You remain lateral for a few minutes more, simply observing the handsome man before a thought strikes. 

You’re familiar enough with Ken’s apartment to manage your way around the kitchen. Deciding you like the idea of treating him to breakfast, you begin slowly easing your way out of the bed so as not to disturb him. 

Just as you place your first foot on the ground, you shriek as you’re suddenly pulled back. 

“And where do you think you’re going?”

You try to control the feeling of heat rising between your legs at the deep, rough rasp of Ken’s morning voice. 

He wraps both arms around your midsection, squeezing gently and snuggling into your shoulder. 

“I was just about to prepare breakfast.” You speak softly, sensing that Ken is still mostly asleep. 

“Let Seishu handle it. Stay with me here.”

A large smile unwittingly forms on your face, and you pat Ken’s hands from where they rest on your tummy. 

“Like a big, cuddly teddy bear you are. We shouldn’t make Sei-chan do all the work. And besides, I want to do something special for you, as a thank you.”

Ken groans and falls back, but doesn’t loosen his hold on you. 

“You being here with me is thank you enough.”

This time, heat blooms in your chest at Ken’s words. 

‘He’s such a sweetheart,’ you muse quietly to yourself, giggling lowly. 

“Alright, fine. I’ll stay for a few more minutes. But if I hear Sei-chan moving about in the kitchen I am going to at least offer my assistance.”

Ken nods, eyes still closed and grip still tight around you. 

“Deal,” he groggily murmurs, snuggling even closer to you. 

For as blissful and domestic as the scene is, as you adjust yourself against Ken, your thoughts can’t help but drift back to Manjiro. 

‘Should I tell Ken about what happened? But then they’d surely fight again, and I don’t want things to escalate any further…’

You wondered if you’d seriously injured Manjiro, if you'd created a deep, slow healing laceration on his tongue, or perhaps even broken his nose. 

You try to ignore the arguably sick sense of satisfaction the thought gives you. 

You also worry about what he meant when he said you “belonged” to him. 

‘Has he really gone off the deep end? If he hasn’t, I’m sure he’s right on the edge.’

You hum quietly, not realizing that Ken has been silently watching you as you worried your bottom lip as you thought. 

“I can practically hear the gears turning in your head, __. What’s on your mind?”

You sigh, figuring it best to be honest with him. 

“I just…I’m just thinking about Manjiro, that’s all. I don’t think-...he’s not doin’ so hot, mentally anyway. I worry that he’ll perhaps do something drastic.”

Ken frowns at the mention of his (ex) best friend. 

“He hasn’t been well mentally since he decided to start cheating on you. I’m not surprised in the least. And you don’t have to worry. Should he try anything stupid, you’ve got us to keep you safe and knock some sense back into that bastard.”

Ken’s grip on you subconsciously tightens, and you reflexively snuggle further into him. 

“Thank you so much Ken. I mean it.”

You can feel lips against your forehead. 

“My pleasure, __.”

About an hour later, Seishu emerges from his room, stretching and yawning quietly. He drags his slipper clad feet to Ken’s bedroom door, intending to knock before he pauses. 

He can hear faint laughter and talking, and he peeks through the slightly ajar door to see you and Ken, quietly conversing. 

A fond smile finds its way onto his face, and he quietly eases away from the door, intent on heading to the kitchen and beginning to prepare breakfast for the three of you. 

Seishu gets decently far into his preparations when he hears Ken's door open, and two distinct sets of footsteps sound. 

"Sei-chan! Long time no see!"

You greet the scarred man with a big smile, and he returns a smaller one of his own. 

"__, it's good to see you."

You offer to help finish up, but Seishu insists on completing the job himself. 

“I was just asking as a courtesy. I’m going to help you. What kind of guest slash friend would I be if I just let you do all the work?”

Seishu can’t formulate a rebuttal to that, so he sighs and says that you can set the table and help him plate your meals. 

With a satisfied grin and a nod, you set to work, Ken having already taken his seat at the table and begun scrolling through his phone.

After about 10 or so more minutes, everyone is seated around the table. You’ve taken up the spot next to Ken, with Seishu seated across the table directly in front of you. After a round of clasped hands and “itadakimasu” uttered by all of you, you all begin digging into your meal. 

“Wow Sei-chan, has your cooking somehow gotten even better since last I had it?” You speak around a mouthful of tamago gohan, a good portion of your fried tofu slices already gone in just the seven or so minutes that have elapsed since you all started eating. 

Seishu’s a little embarrassed to admit it, but he can immediately feel his face begin to flush at the small praise. 

“Hopefully. I cook often enough that my skills should have improved.”

You nod, swallowing around a mouthful of clear soup. 

“I would definitely say they have. This is simply scrumptious.” You kiss the tips of your fingers, giving Seishu a closed eyed smile. 

The flush spreads even further down his neck, and Seishu averts his eyes. 

Ken observes quietly, but gives a knowing little smirk when Seishu accidentally makes eye contact with him. 

'Not a word,' Seishu mouths, still unable to tame his flush.

Once everyone is finished eating and the dishes have been cleared away, you all make your way into the living room to chat and talk about your plans for the day. You and Ken take the couch, while Seishu is content to occupy the love seat. 

“Unfortunately, Seishu and I have a shop to run, but you’re more than welcome to hang around here until we close. Then maybe afterwards we can all go out for dinner or something.” 

You and Seishu nod, pleased with the suggestion. 

“Sure, sounds good to me. You know, this’ll actually give me a chance to make a few calls.” You place a finger to your chin, contemplating who you’re going to contact first. 

A little while later, the boys have headed downstairs, and before you begin your tasks for the day, you take it upon yourself to straighten up and organize some of the things in their apartment. For the most part it’s kept pretty neat and organized, but there’s just a few things that need tidying. 

Once that’s finished, you grab your phone and take up residence on the couch, scrolling through your contacts and locating Shuji’s first. 

He answers on the second ring, sounding, as always, very enthused about having been contacted by you. 

“__! Good to hear from you. You miss me already?” 

Chuckling, you nod, though he can’t see you.

“Of course, my dear Shuj. I just called to hear your voice more than anything. It’s been an…interesting 12-24 hours, to say the least.”

When next Shuji speaks, he sounds decidedly more alert and serious. 

“Mikey didn’t try anything after I left, did he?”

You contemplate telling him about Manjiro attacking you, but decide against giving him specific details, seeing as you hadn’t even told Ken the full story. 

“Not exactly? I’ll give you details later.” 

You can tell Shuji’s not exactly ecstatic about being left out of the loop, but he nevertheless acquiesces. 

“I also wanted to…make sure things were still good between us.”

There’s a long pause, and you worry that, in the short time between your rendezvous and now, Shuji had come to regret bedding you. 

That is until you hear him erupt in loud, raucous laughter. 

“A-HAHAHAHA! No, __, you’re too funny. Of course things are still good between us. One fun little romp isn’t going to tarnish years of friendship. As funny as it is to say given the circumstances, I was quite literally the photographer at your wedding. For free. I fuckin’ love you, silly girl.”

Despite the tears of fondness steadily building along your waterline, you laugh at Shuji’s words, feeling so relieved that your, admittedly spur of the moment decision, hadn’t ruined your relationship with one of your best friends. 

“I’m so glad to hear that Shuji, truly. I love you too.”

The two of you continue your conversation for quite a few minutes more, before Shuji has to go.

“I’ll call you later. It was nice getting to visit. If it’s alright with you, I’d like to do that more often.”

“Of course! Whenever you’re around and have time, just give me a heads up and let me know. My home is always open to you.”

You exchange a few more words before ending the call. 

Afterwards, you remain silent for a few seconds before sighing deeply. 

“Welp, on to the next.” 

Once again, you search through your contacts, thumbing over the likes of Ken and Takashi when you finally land on the one you’re looking for. 

You press send, and you’ve barely gotten the receiver up to your ear before you can hear a slightly winded “__!” sound from the person on the other side of the call.

“NaNa! Are you alright? You sound a little out of breath. I didn’t call at a bad time did I?”

“No no, not at all! I was just moving some things around in my apartment.” You hear what sounds like boxes shuffling and a low grunt. “So, what’s up?”

“Oh, nothing much. I just remembered that I promised to call you back the other day and finally got around to being able to do so.”

“For dinner plans, right?”

“Ding ding, that is correct. I haven’t called too soon have I? I know it was just the other day.”

“No, I was actually going to call you at some point today because I have an opening in my schedule, and you were the first person that popped into my mind.” Izana chuckles, and more shuffling can be heard. 

“Doin’ a little redecorating? Sounds like whatever you’re moving is pretty hefty.”

The man laughs again before responding. “Something like that. Hey, I was mulling it over, and I wanted to present an idea to you.”

At that, your ears perk up. “Yeah? Shoot.”

“How about we do dinner at my place? We can cook together and you can finally show me how to make that pasta Manjiro used to rave about all the time.”

At the mention of your (soon to be ex) husband, your smile falls a bit, involuntarily. 

“Uh, uh yeah, that sounds great!”

Izana pauses, and you worry you’ve offended him.

“Positive? You sounded a little unsure just then.”

You shake your head, though he can’t see you. 

“No no, I promise, it’s a great idea. I haven’t visited since you moved, and it’ll even give me an opportunity to meet the pup! What did you say his name was again?”

“Toto! I heard the name while watching one of those older Western movies and thought it was adorable. And very fitting for how little my pup is.”

You can hear the smile in Izana’s voice, and it causes your own to widen even further. 

“Well isn’t that just the most darlin’ story? You’ve gotten so soft over the years NaNa. I like it.” You giggle into your hand, completely oblivious to the effect the sound has on the white haired man. 

“You think so? Hopefully not too soft, I am still a shrewd businessman after all.”

“Of course. Well, I’m certainly excited about our dinner plans! Does tonight work?”

“Yep. Let’s say, around 8:30? I’ll pick you up.”

“Sounds like a plan. I’ll text you my location and see you then?”

“That works for me.”

The two of you talk for a few minutes more before ending the call. 

Once again, you sigh, although this time you can’t stop the giddy smile that curls your lips. 

‘This is so exciting! Feels like I haven’t seen NaNa in forever. I wonder what his new place looks like?’

The rest of the day passes by in a blur, and soon 7 pm has rolled around. 

Ken and Seishu closed up the shop about half an hour prior, and were finishing up cleaning and counting the drawer when you traipsed downstairs, a notable pep in your step. 

“What’s got you so chipper,” Ken spoke, his tone amused. 

“I’ve got a dinner date,” you sing-songed, humming happily. 

“Really? With who?” Seishu pipes up, momentarily looking up from counting the drawer, brows furrowed. 

“NaNa!” 

The two men level you with blank stares, their confusion evident. 

“Oh, wait, y’all probably don’t recognize that nickname. Izana, I mean Izana.”

“Oh, haven’t seen him around in a while. How’s he been?” Ken finishes wiping down the counter, placing the oil stained rag in his pocket before turning to you fully. 

“He’s doing well! When last I spoke to him, he said he was redecorating. He’s also gotten a pup recently! When I’m over there, I’ll be sure to send y’all pictures. The pup’s name is Toto.”

Both men nod, before Seishu’s eyes widen. 

“Oh wait, is that dinner date tonight?”

You nod. “Yeah, why?”

“I thought…we were goin’ out for dinner tonight?”

There’s a pause, before a groan sounds from you. 

“You’re completely right! I forgot all about that in my excitement.” Your head falls back in exasperation. 

“Hey hey, it’s alright. You should definitely still go hang out with Izana. We can have dinner some other time. Besides, we didn’t really have any concrete plans anyway.” Ken speaks and Seishu nods, a small, reassuring smile curling his mouth.

You breathe a sigh of relief, thankful for their understanding. 

“I really appreciate you guys. I gotta go get ready now. See you later!” 

With a little wave, you bound back upstairs, missing the fond, somewhat longing glances both men throw up at you. 

8:30 rolls around quickly, and soon you’re bidding Ken and Sei-chan goodbye as you make your way out to Izana’s car. 

“Oooh NaNa, this is noiiiice. You didn’t tell me you’d gotten a new car as well.” You praise the man’s vehicle, appreciating the feeling of buttery smooth leather seats and excitedly appraising all the futuristic looking bells and whistles the interior is equipped with.

Izana chuckles, waving to the other two men before beginning to pull away.

"Yeah, I just recently purchased this. It was a little present to myself for that recent successful business venture I told you about when we talked a couple days ago."

You nod, relaxing back into your seat. 

"You're right, you did tell me something like that. What make and model is this, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“This year’s Mercedes-Benz A 220. I like to call it, sensibly luxurious.”

You laugh, nodding along. 

“Well, if nothing else, the seats are certainly comfortable. Congratulations! I’m glad things have been going so well for you. You deserve all the success, and the luxuries that come with it.”

You can’t see it in the dimness of the night, but Izana’s cheeks flush furiously at your words. 

The two of you engage in very pleasant conversation the duration of your ride to Izana’s new apartment, laughing and  reminiscing right up until you make it into the garage and up to the door. 

“Fair warning, Toto’s very friendly, and he gets especially excited when meeting new people, so just be aware that there’s a good chance he might make a beeline towards you.” 

You smile, equally enthused at the prospect of encountering a pup. 

“No worries. I love dogs! I’m very excited to meet little Toto.”

With a nod, Izana opens the front door, stepping aside and allowing you to walk in first. 

“Ladies first.”

You step inside, and almost immediately the sounds of excited barking fill your ears. 

In a flash of brown and cream, a little bundle of fur comes bounding towards you, bouncing enthusiastically around your feet. 

You squeal reflexively, bending down to pet and scritch the little furball between the ears. 

“Hi Toto! You’re so cute and fluffy!”

Izana chuckles, placing his jacket on the vintage looking coat rack beside the door. He gestures for yours, and you take just a few moments to remove it and hand it off before your attention is back on Toto. 

“I went grocery shopping a little earlier. Hopefully I got everything we’ll need.” Izana speaks as he begins making his way into the kitchen. Picking up his little pup, you trail after him. 

“Let’s have a look-see. We got pasta, what I’m assuming is your preferred sauce, chicken, onions…,” you trail off, mumbling through the rest of the ingredients and spices spread out on the counter. 

“Yep! Looks like we’ve got everything we’ll need here.” With a satisfied nod, you release little Toto, who scampers around your feet momentarily before darting off further into Izana’s apartment. 

The two of you watch him with smiles, before turning to each other and setting off to work. 

It takes a little under an hour, but soon your fan favorite chicken alfredo is done, complete with a hearty caprese salad and cheese stuffed garlic breadsticks. 

“Oh my word, Izana. I don’t mean to toot my own horn but this looks delicious and I am suddenly very famished.” 

The man laughs, wiping his hands on a dish towel. 

“Then let’s not delay any further. Here, why don’t you set the table and I’ll bring everything over?”

It takes only a few more minutes, and the two of you have everything set around the dinner table. About this time, little Toto comes bounding back in the room, the smell of food obviously having enticed him. He paws at his dad’s leg, who laughs and picks up the little brown bundle, offering him one of the tomatoes from your salad. 

“Sorry, I can never resist giving him a little of whatever I’m eating, as a treat.”

“You’re gonna spoil him like that,” you warn, gesturing to hold the pup. He happily makes himself comfortable in your hold, and is surprisingly well-behaved given the veritable feast before him. 

“I know, I know. I’m trying to be better about it, promise!”

You give Izana a playfully skeptical glare, before clasping your hands. 

“Itadakimasu!”

“Itadakimasu!”

You touch Toto’s paws together and speak in a tinny voice. “Itadakimasu!”

You miss the way Izana’s eyes and smile soften at the act. 

Once you’ve set Toto down, you and Izana dig in, holding very pleasant conversation as you do. He tells you more about his latest exploits and even shares some details about future business ventures. 

“But enough about me. How have things been with you? I didn’t mention it, but I thought it was a little strange that I picked you up from Draken and Seishu’s place and not your own. I don’t mean to pry, and if you’re not comfortable telling me why that’s completely fine as well, but, I have to ask…,” Izana leans forward, expression concerned. 

“Is everything alright at home?”

You don’t know why, but hearing the genuine concern and consideration in Izana’s voice cause you to choke up. Slowly, carefully setting your fork down, you take a moment to consider your response. You  don’t want to alarm or upset Izana, but you feel that you can be honest with him. 

“It’s…no, everything’s not alright.”

Before you realize it, tears have begun streaming down your face, and Izana rushes to your side of the table to wrap you up in a tight embrace. 

“Oh __, what’s going on? Is-...is it Manjiro?”

He can feel you nod against his chest, and Izana immediately begins to feel anger wrap in a tight band around his skull. 

“What did he do?”

Izana’s voice is darker, his tone much colder. 

You debate whether you should tell him the truth given how he sounds, but the thought is almost instantaneously overridden when the words spill out of you. 

“He cheated on me!”

A sob rips itself from your throat, and you collapse further into Izana’s arms. 

As you are, you miss the deadly glint that flashes in his eyes at your words. 

“__, my love, I’m so sorry.” 

You shake your head, looking up at him through your tears. 

“No no, don’t apologize. I just…I just hadn’t really taken the time to get a good cry in about the situation.” You chuckle wetly, wiping at your face. 

Izana frowns, cupping your face in his hands. 

“Is he aware? That you know?”

You nod. “Yeah. We had a pretty major falling out over it. I-...I even slept with Hanma, but it was a spur of the moment thing.”

Izana hopes his displeasure with that revelation doesn’t show on his face. 

Instead, he pulls you into a hug, and the two of you are quiet for many seconds before pulling away. 

“If there’s anything I can do to help, if you ever need a place to stay, a listening ear or a shoulder to rest on, I’m always here for you.” Izana smiles, and you can feel your already great fondness for him grow. 

Returning his smile, you lean into his chest, trying to hide your obvious infatuation. 

“Thank you Izana. I’m so glad to have you in my life.”

Izana freezes, before burying the lower half of his face in your hair and wrapping his arms securely around you. 

‘The feeling is mutual, __.’

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[ribz4livers]

A pizza doxing or a trip to the dumpster would have been so much better than this...

I am finally trying to be more comfortable sharing my writing with the general public! This is supposed to function as a small introduction to Madeline and the events leading up to her kidnapping just before where TPOF takes place. It isn't very long but depending on the reception, I do want to try my hand and writing more about her and potentially Derek (once I get over my cringe hurdles).

I hope you guys enjoy. 💖

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“Alright guys! You know the drill, let me know what you think in the comments below or–” the girl on the screen flashes a small but toothy smile, “if you’re watching this live, blow that chat box up! I’ll see you later for my next scheduled live and trust me, you won’t want to miss it!" She held up a hand and gifted a small wave, “Bye-bye and keep yourselves safe!” Cut. That’s a wrap. Madeline leaned over her keyboard, hitting the button on her microphone to end the live audio before quickly doing the same with her webcam, cutting the hundreds of eyeballs ogling her from the shadows of the internet. She sighed, clicking her mouse and scrolling through the chat feed, reading people’s reactions to her most recent stream. “This was disgusting”, “is she actually serious?”, “troll”, etc… There were a few people singing their praises, applauding Madeline for her attention to detail when talking about the Top 5 Most Gruesome Serial Killers of Our Time!!! but she knew they were just knights in shining armor trying to get the attention of their queen. There was no research in these videos; a quick visit to any online encyclopedia and there was all the information she needed. Copy, past, action.

Even with so many people watching her when she hit that “go live” button on her screen, once she ended that stream that was it; no eyes, no reeling chat, just nothing; just her staring back at the wolfish girl in the viewfinder on her screen, all alone. Leaning back in her chair, Madeline again sighed. The reactions she got were good but were they good enough to get the attention of the reaction channels? After her last controversy, rating victims’ outfits, she really needed to step it up a notch if she wanted to keep the notoriety.  “Maybe…Dateable Delinquents? No…too easy…” Madeline muttered to herself, grabbing her phone. She checked her texts. It had been over 6 hours since she had last looked at her phone anyway, right? Something had to be there by now.

“Tch…” Madeline clicked her tongue as there were no texts from anyone. Oh well, in the meantime she could go for a dose of fresh air. Maybe visit that cute café down the road and get ahead on her next script or finally start on that essay she had due today before midnight.

Making her way to the vanity, Madeline kicked a medium sized box out of the way, the useless artifacts from a time past rattling around and hopefully breaking in the process. She glanced at the box as she passed, taking note of the neatly written address on one of its half opened flaps. Clearly a woman's writing. She would have to make a trip to the apartment dumpster soon, what a fucking pain.

Once sat in front of the vanity mirror, Madeline began touching up her appearance. She already had her makeup done, never appearing on streams or videos without it, but it couldn't hurt to fix her hair and adjust her outfit in accordance with today's weather: drab and weary. 

Just her and the girl in the mirror now. Her eyes were too yellow, her ears too tall, nails too thick and teeth far too sharp. Madeline flashed a smile at the glass but shame pricked her lips before they stretched too far. Well behaved girls don't bare fangs.

She began to brush her hair carefully, taking extra care to give it that desired, signature flip she was known for–at least if she had people who knew her–and for a moment thought about a time when her hair was much longer, harder to style; no, it wasn't that it was harder to style but that she wasn't allowed to style. Once again Madeline thought about that box sitting only a few feet behind her. Impulsively grabbing her phone again Madeline opened the screen. Still nothing. The phone made a loud clack as she set it back down on the table with a little more force than before and continued her grooming.

Madeline was lost in teeth, boxes, scripts but was suddenly interrupted by what sounded like a door, her door, getting softly knocked. It wasn't expected but it wasn't unwelcome either. Maybe it was one of those pizza doxings she had heard so much about from her time lurking on the internet farms. The thought of someone going through all that effort just to send her a free lunch made the girl smile, fangs poking over her elongated lips. How sad were these keyboard warriors? 

Another knock.

Madeline got up, doing a once over in the mirror and began making her way to the door, all smiles, "hold on, I'm coming."

Silence.

Without checking the peep hole, Madeline opened the door wide but her giddy expression clouded once she saw there was in fact no pizza, only two large bodies dressed in dark colors and obscured faces.

"Hi…Madeline?" One of them asked in a voice that sounded fake, filtered and suspicious.

There was no time for her body much less her mind to react. There was no sixth sense, no hair standing on edge and no words; and apparently these people needed no answer. Before Madeline could utter a word, she felt something pressed to her mouth, a cloth, and next there was only black–

A pizza doxing or a trip to the dumpster would have been so much better than this.

[notaluckypup]

Okie doke! Now that I know how things work here a bit better here’s a full update to my ✨intro✨ post😵‍💫

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they/he pronouns

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[cummin-n-cryin]

Hey there! I'd like to request for headcanons where each of the yandere!octotrio (separate) pin down their gn!SO for a nice round of jealousy sex the moment they get back from a meetup with their friends. I'd like for the octotrio to be power bottoms and the reader to be AMAB, if that's alright with you as well. Thank you in advance!

~Thank you for your request!

Jealousy

MINORS AND/OR AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

Azul Ashengrotto + Jade Leech + Floyd Leech x amab!reader

Tw: Yandere, amab/reader has dick, NSFW, lil angst, violence against reader, rough sex, blood and biting, degrading the reader, dubious consent?? (just in case!)

Wordcount: 704 + 540 + 629

Side Note: Uh I'm kinda nervous about posting this not only cuz it's the first time I've written NSFW but also cuz it's a bit violent, especially Floyd, but I mean it's yandere lol. If I've left out any tags I should have added pls lemme know! Anyway, hopefully this was ok?

~Azul Ashengrotto~

Azul's blood boiled after the twins had told him of your whereabouts.

They had told Azul that the reason as to why you were so late for your scheduled "date" with him was because you were too busy hanging out with your friends. The news was not entirely surprising to him as this is the fifth time now that you've been late to meeting up with him.

With a large sigh, he thanked the twins for their service as they left the Mostro Lounge, leaving Azul alone with his thoughts.

He rubbed his temple as his irritation grew. What was so interesting about your friends that you couldn't even be on time for a meeting anymore? As he thought more and more, he couldn't stop the darker and more sinister thoughts from creeping into his mind.

Why were you're friends so distracting to you? Were you simply losing track of time? No, that couldn't be it as it was only when you were with your friends that you ended up late. What if you were using the excuse that you were hanging with friends just so you could go and cheat on him? I mean cheating is the only logical reason as to why you'd be so late and so consistently too...

He hated the thought. Hasn't he been a good boyfriend? He gives you his protection, his money, his love, what more do you need? After all he's done for you. All the kindness he's shown! After all the time he's spent crafting himself into your ideal lover. Do you still not love him!?

But, he made you sign the contract... You wouldn't go back on your contract, would you?

Azul's thoughts kept spiraling. With shaky hands he quickly used his phone to text you. He'll prove it. He'll prove he's a better partner than any of your friends could ever be.

The moment you arrive to the Mostro Lounge and make your way to the VIP room's door, a pair of hands harshly grasp you pulling you inside. Azul is a mess. Tears stream down his face as he grips your arms tightly, preventing you from leaving. He yells at you, "Why do you need to be with them instead of me?! Aren't I good enough!?"

You try your best to console the hysterical man but it does little to help. Soon he is quiet, staring at the floor before he laughs, a pitiful sounding laugh. He then looks up at you with a serious look, something lurking in the depths of his eyes, he suddenly kisses you. As he kisses you he pulls you tightly against him.

Once he pulls away he tells you he wants you to prove it. Prove how much he means to you and that your friends mean nothing. He brings you over to his desk, laying upon it, he commands you to take off your clothes.

It doesn't take too long for things to escalate. First, you're both naked, stroking and kissing each other. Next, you're thrusting your cock into Azul's ass.

As you fuck Azul, he'll make you apologize for hanging out with your friends. He'll make you tell him that you don't need them, that your friends mean nothing to you, that they're worthless and pathetic, and that he is the only person you'll ever need.

Azul loves praise. He basks in every good word you speak of him. Tell him of how beautiful he is. How amazing, smart, and clever he is. How he is the only one who can make you feel so good. Your praise will help calm him a bit, but not by much.

When you finally begin to near your climax he prevents you from finishing. He won't let you cum till you beg for it. He wants you just as hysterical as he is. He wants you to cry and scream for it as if you needed this more than anything else in world. You're doing this to prove that you love him. He always does so much for you. So just do this for him, won't you?

After all, it's only fair that you experience the same want and need that Azul feels for you.

~Jade Leech~

Jade had been kind enough to let you run off and play with your friends, but now, you were really starting to test his patience.

Multiple times now you had been late to come back to him when he specifically asked you to. You always used the same excuse saying, "I'm sorry, I didn't realize how much time had passed!" or some other variation of those same words. It was starting to really get on his nerves. He couldn't help but think that perhaps you were plotting to escape your relationship with him.

Of course, it is quite rude to make such assumptions, but with how insistent you were on hanging out with your friends instead of Jade, it only made him extremely suspicious of you. Perhaps you need to be taught a lesson on how rude it is to keep people waiting, hm?

The moment Jade gets you alone in his bedroom you won't be leaving. As soon as you step through the door he'll drag you to his bed, pushing you down and climbing atop you, effectively pinning you to the bed. If you try to leave he'll threaten to bite you. Slowly dragging his sharp teeth across your throat and jaw, almost breaking the skin. He'll then hum, as if thinking, before he instead decides to leave a hickey there.

While Jade would have loved to drag this out, teasing you with delicate kisses across your skin and slowly dragging his hands across your clothed body, he ends up deciding to skip the foreplay. Instead deciding to quickly discard of your and his clothing. He's been forced to wait, oh so long already, don't you think?

He places his body under yours as he forces your lips together in a bruising kiss. Of course, Jade being Jade, has already planned for this whole event, having well prepared himself for your cock beforehand.

Effortlessly, he helps guide your cock inside himself. He moans as you start thrusting into him. At first you're slow, but soon you pick up pace and start ramming him into the mattress.

But, you'd be a fool to think that because Jade's writhing and moaning beneath you he's not in control. He is always in control in any situation. This eel lives and breathes control.

The bastard loves to see you cry, even more so when he's jealous like this. He'll wipe the tears streaming down your face as he calls you a pathetic mess. He takes great pride in your suffering, especially if he's the cause of it. He calls you many cruel names as he brings you close to orgasm just to rip it away from you again and again.

It's only when you've broken down, crying and begging him to let you cum, that he finally does. Rolling his eyes he calls you impatient as he let's you orgasm after waiting so long. Just when you think it's ended, he sends you spiraling into overstimulation. After all, since you just needed to cum inside him so bad you might as well do it as much as you can, right?

Either way, let's hope you don't have anything planned for the rest of the night or tomorrow as you won't be leaving.

~Floyd Leech~

Floyd grit his teeth at the sight of you hanging out with your friends.

So this is where his little shrimpy has been running off to, huh? You went to go play with your little friends instead of him, your boyfriend. You just want to play with them so bad that you can't even make it on time to one of your dates with him. He sees how it is. Maybe you forgot just who you belonged to. Looks like he'll have to teach his shrimpy a lesson then~

Floyd won't wait for you to come to him. Instead, he marches right up to you and your friends, grabbing your arm in a bruising grip as he forcefully drags you away from them. Go ahead and try to struggle, he'll just grip you even harder. But, if you wanna scream? Then you better be prepared when he gets you into his room cause you're gonna get squeezed. Or, maybe he'll just squeeze you right in front of your so called friends if you make him mad enough.

He's already beyond pissed so screaming, causing a scene, or even asking your friends to help you will only infuriate him further. So, just be a good shrimpy and stay quiet, 'kay?

Once he finally gets you into his bedroom, he throws you onto the bed, jumping on top of you. He starts trying to remove your clothes as fast as possible. He ends up ripping your clothes in his frenzy to get them off of you. His clothes soon end up receiving the same rough treatment as well. Leaving both of your clothes a bit more than tattered.

He bites you. How furious he is will determine how deeply he bites you. If he's not too angry he may only barely puncture your skin, biting you just enough for some blood to appear. But, if he's really angry he'll bite you hard, deep enough that it may heal into a scar. Though, no matter what, he is still weirdly careful and precise where he bites you. He avoids biting into anything that could cause severe damage.

All the while Floyd's biting you, marking you up with hickies and a few bruises, he ends up accusing you of choosing your friends over him. He also accuses you of possibly cheating on him with your friends or that your friends are purposefully stealing you away from him.

Of course, you tell him he's wrong and that they're just your friends. But, your words aren't enough to convince him. Instead, he wants you to prove it. Show him just how much you really love him.

He rolls you on top of him. He then lets you position your cock before slowly sliding inside him. You start off slow as to not hurt him but he ends up complaining, telling you to "just go faster already".

The whiny bastard loves to taunt you, saying things like, "Is that as hard as you can go? That's sad~" or "Aha! You suck at this~". He likes it hard and rough and since you're supposed to be proving your love to him, you may as well go all out, yeah?

While you're railing his ass into the mattress, Floyd is busy marking you up some more. He wants his shrimpy covered in his "love". He wants everyone to know who his little shrimpy belongs to. Bite marks and hickies cover your neck and chest. He leaves deep scratches along your back and bruises across your arms as he grips them tightly, ensuring that you can't leave him.

Overall, both you and Floyd probably won't be able to walk tomorrow. That's okay, cause Floyd wanted to spend more time with you anyway~!

[pkmnirlevents]

How do you go about getting ideas for arcs? I’m struggling to figure out what I want to do with my character :(

Great question! This happens to be one of my absolute favorite parts of writing and pkmn irl itself. I've always been more of an ideas guy myself. I hope you don't mind but I decided to turn this into a bit of an overall tutorial for planning and writing arcs. Feel free to ask for any specifics because I could delve into my personal process for arc brainstorming, but I was admittedly writing this before getting ready for work and this post was getting kinda long haha

Knowing where to draw inspiration from can be a good place to start. It's wonderful to be inspired by music, a movie or tv show, a book, or even other people in the community and their writing. Ask yourself what elements of that thing draw you in. What do you like? What would you maybe do differently? I must mention though to be respectful of the work other blogs have put into their writing. Being inspired is a wonderful thing, lifting exact details or passages is not. If you're unsure, there's no harm is asking!

The most helpful thing I can tell you right off the bat is that you want to find out how to brainstorm. In schools they'll often try to teach you ways of brainstorming and outlining to structure your essay writing, if you're lucky they might even mention that there are multiple ways you can do this. The ones in school never worked for me personally, so for a long time I assumed brainstorming and outlining was a complete waste of my time and would launch straight into my writing drafts. But as I wanted to write more complex things and I wanted to indulge in more creative writing, I found myself getting stuck all the time. The truth is brainstorming is a helpful tool, but you have to know what type of brainstorming works best for you. Flowcharts, bullet points, stream of consciousness, word clouds, moodboards, drawings, whatever it is that gets your creative juices flowing. In my experience it works best to remember that not every one of these elements will make it into the final arc. You want to get your ideas down first and trim the excess later. I personally pay for a program (Milanote) that allows me to brainstorm in the methods that work best for me, but by no means do you have to pay for a program to do this. Pen and paper works just fine.

The next thing you wanna do is establish what you want your arc to do. Not every arc has to be a grand character development, but all arcs do something. No matter how small that something may be, something has to change as a result. Maybe your character meets a new person, obtains a new Pokemon, gets a new scar and a story to tell their friends, or maybe all they got was a t-shirt. If you already had a loose concept for your arc this can help you hone it. You can start asking yourself, "how does my character reach this point?" and work up to that. Map out what you think your character would do when dropped into a particular situation. This can also help you to establish the tone you want your arc to take. Is it silly and lighthearted or is it more serious and high stakes? Refer to the stakes tag post about proper tagging.

It can help to conceptualize your arc as a series of events rather than a single event. This allows you to understand how many posts you may need to split the arc up into, how much time the arc may take, or other hard to sort details.

These things ramp up when you start to incorporate more people into your arcs. Planning with your fellow writers is extremely important and that requires a lot of communication. Some writers prefer to do what we call pre-writing, which is typically you and the other writers get together and write out the posts in advance. This gives people the chance to look over each other's writing and make edits before the posts go live. Planning discords are useful for keeping things organized, but google docs or other collaborative writing programs can work just as well if those better suit your needs. Organize who is posting what and generally at what time, especially if the post involves other people's characters.

Remember all of this is for fun! These are not hard rules you need to follow. You should not force yourself to write things you do not like for the sake of others or for an imagined audience. Write what you want to write.

[bltngames]

Mod Spotlight: Sonic Forces Overclocked

So this is an interesting little thing. For those of you not aware, Sonic Forces Overclocked (if I'm remembering right) was originally an attempt to "fix" Sonic Forces by expanding all of the levels and even completely rewriting the story. Obviously that's a big task, and the developers eventually realized that, scaling it down into what could best be described as an "Encore" of sorts -- an epilogue story where the villains make one last desperate final push, spread out across remixed versions of eight of the game's best levels. All told, it's about an hour worth of content.

Which is... actually totally fine. With eight (technically seven, but the final boss still counts) levels, there's plenty to see. Actually, pacing is probably Overclocked's strongest suit.

The original Sonic Forces was a pacing disaster; levels often felt like they were cut off at the knees, usually ending just as they were getting started. That's never true in Overclocked, as each level took me a good 3-5+ minutes to finish. Levels in Overclocked are also massively improved in other ways, too -- all that extra length is put to good use with Sonic's trademark alternate pathways, new enemies, and new interactive elements. Interactivity is up across the board. Sonic Forces loved to lock you into long, obnoxious scripted set pieces but Overclocked keeps you firmly in control most of the time.

Which brings me to something I'm not entirely sure is a complaint: difficulty balance. If you've been reading this blog long enough you know I can be pretty picky about difficulty balancing, and the way its handled in Overclocked is interesting.

Generally speaking, Overclocked treats the boost like "expert mode." It's there for people who know the levels already and want to push themselves to do it faster. At first it's fine -- boosting means you'll miss some alternate paths (shortcuts, most likely) but you can still bumble your way to the end of the level and coast by on C ranks. The further you get into the game, though, the more it starts to punish you for trying to go fast without knowing what you're doing. The safety nets that would catch you in earlier levels go away and Overclocked tells you to either slow down or get serious.

Which... I think I'm fine with? The thing it brings to mind for me is the two Sonic Rush games. My favorite one is Sonic Rush Adventure, because it's more accessible (read: easier to learn) than the first Sonic Rush. At the same time, the first Sonic Rush ends up being the more replayable of the two games, because it's a lot harder to master. The higher skill ceiling has kept me coming back to Sonic Rush long after it felt like I wrung all of the gameplay out of Sonic Rush Adventure.

So the idea of a Sonic game not only facilitating a higher skill ceiling but maybe even encouraging that? Not the worst way to balance things, as long as you keep the less skilled players in mind and communicate things correctly. Which, at least for me, I feel like Overclocked does. It started to kick my butt at certain points, but never in a way that felt too mean or unfair. And that's exactly the way it should be, though it should be noted I haven't exactly put myself through the hell of trying to go for higher ranks.

The one real complaint I have about the levels is something I've been observing for years, and unfortunately my fears came true: the lighting.

I've talked about my monitor in the past. I bought it somewhere between 2011 and 2012, so it's getting up there in years. I believe it was the first thing I ever purchased with my Youtube Earnings. It's starting to get kind of dim in its old age, and it's exacerbated by the fact I like to keep it on its "Theater Mode" setting, which gives me really good black levels (for an LCD) and amazing color. But it's an aging monitor, so those amazing black levels end up feeling a little dark, depending on the game. For those of you who caught my halloween streams this year, you know I ended up switching my monitor to its "Standard Mode" because it flattens the contrast and makes the darkest darks more visible. It could be argued that I should just leave the monitor in "Standard Mode" at this point, but I can't stand how Windows looks with it turned on.

To cut to the chase, I had to turn on "Standard Mode" for Sonic Forces Overclocked. In keeping with the theme of this being an encore, a lot of levels have wildly new lighting applied to them, with many levels set later in the evening or at night.

This blankets a lot of levels in a single color and lots of high-contrast shadows, which makes character, enemy, and hazard visibility incredibly difficult. In some levels with a lot of high-frequency noise (like Chemical Plant) it can be difficult to tell where your character even is on screen sometimes. In other levels, like the revamped Mystic Forest, the blue-on-purple-on-teal color scheme makes for a readability nightmare (as does the Death Egg Core level with Buddy, with a red character navigating a level full of orange fog, lit by pink and yellow lights).

When you're running through these stages at a couple hundred miles per hour, it all blurs together into something that's sometimes either too dark or too muddy to parse. At one point Sonic jokes that Infinite's aesthetic is "monochrome colors" but I'd rather have the levels be readable at a glance than hanging a lampshade on it. Things just need to be a little brighter, with a little more diversity of color to highlight the edges of roads and incoming hazards.

The story is... fine. It's not incredibly deep, and it doesn't need to be, so it works well enough. There's actually a surprising amount here, though, from mid-level chatter, map screen debriefings, and even full on cutscenes. Voice acting duties seem to be handled by Adrenaline Dubs, who I subscribed to last year for their surprisingly good dubs of Archie and IDW Sonic comics. They turn in some pretty high quality work here, often rivaling Sega's official dubbing efforts. My only real complaint is that Sonic's dialog is a little too referential; his call-outs during levels often reference other infamous lines from different Sonic games ("The whole city's on fire!", etc.), and sort of like how the game pokes fun at the monochromatic lighting, there's a line where Sonic even cringes at his own dialog a little bit. "We're admitting it's bad, but still doing it anyway" is not a healthy design ethos.

Earlier I mentioned cutscenes, and rather than the complex, high-budget cutscenes Sega had in the original Forces, Overclocked instead opts for motion comic videos. Artistic duties for these cutscenes are shared between a handful of 4 or 5 different artists, each bringing their own art style to their scenes. Generally, I think this is a good move. A little more consistency between artists would make it feel a bit more polished, but seeing the art style change between scenes has its own charms, too. It really drives home how much of Sonic Forces Overclocked was not only a team effort, but to some degree, a community effort. Many different hands touched this project, and it is better for it.

It's easy to focus on the negative things I said about Sonic Forces Overclocked here and think I came away not really liking it. Nothing could be further from the truth. I think this is a genuinely impressive mod, with significantly better level design than the base game. It has a few problems, sure, but the overall product, when taken as a whole, is absolutely wonderful. This might be a bit incendiary and hyperbolic, but this close to the top of the list as the most fun I've had with a Sonic game this year. If you own Sonic Forces on Steam, it's not to be missed.

Download: https://gamebanana.com/mods/485051

[buckys-little-belle]

I know you mentioned it before but a Xavier cg fic would be cool. Would he use his power to make little drawings come to life for you? (I had to cover my eyes and ears at the part where we got to see because I don't like bugs. Yuck!) I think he would be nice. and sit and color and draw. :)

Rainy Nights

Xavier Thorpe X Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns Used)

Warnings - thunderstorm, reader is afraid of the thunder and lightning, reader has a brief meltdown because of the storm, xavier is the softest, fluff, fluff, fluff <3

Notes - I love this, I'm going to cry over this, I want this, Please send more of this, I beg you! <3

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW, if you do not comply you will be reported and blocked <3

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Rainy nights were something Y/n couldn't handle, the thunder always too loud, the lightning so random it was off putting, they always put their headphones on, played some music, and tried to go to sleep early. But tonight, they of course couldn't find their headphones, the little hitch in their evening causing them to spiral slightly. Sure, it was only 7pm, lot's of time to search for the headphones before actual bedtime, but the loud booms and sudden flashes of light caused them to tip over the edge, their eyes tearing up as their mind regressed back to a younger state.

Y/n hadn't regressed at school yet, too new to feel comfortable around anyone to open up about their coping mechanism, too scared to be judged this early on in their stay at nevermore. But little Y/n didn't understand the big fear, the whole point of regression was to forget those tedious worries, so in their mind they knew they needed some help, some comfort, from someone who they trusted. So that's how they ended up at Xavier's dorm room door, tears streaming down their face, their pajamas a little disheveled, and their brain scrambling to come up with a coherent sentence.

"I, I'm, I jus', I." Was all they could get out, Xavier doing a once over of their body, trying to find some injury that would cause this level of sadness and scaredness.

"What's going on?" He asked, stepping aside to let them in, making sure no one in the hallway knew he was breaking the rules by letting someone into his room after hours.

"I can' find m'headphones." Y/n sobbed, miming putting on their headphones as they spoke, as if they were actually placing some on their head. "An' i's raining!" They explained, pointing to a window, as if Xavier didn't know the current weather conditions.

Xavier smiled, Enid, him, Ajax, and Wednesday had talked about their suspicions around some of Y/n's behavior, noting their childlike behavior in some scary or stressful situations, all coming to the conclusion that they were an age regressor, just one who didn't feel comfortable talking about it yet. He wasn't smiling because they were sad about the lightning, but because he knew he was getting serious bragging rights for being the first person Y/n truly regressed in front of.

"Would you like to borrow my headphones Bub?" He asked, trying to navigate the situation and calm Y/n down.

"Yes." They whispered.

"Yes, what?" Xavier asked, grabbing his headphones from off his desk, making sure they were connected to his phone, cuing up the playlist he may or may not have made for Y/n.

"Yes pease." Y/n repeated, sitting down on Xavier's desk chair, ready for the scary thunder to be drowned out.

"Good manners Bub." He smiled, placing the headphones on their head, making sure they sat on their ears nicely, playing the music and quickly walking away to gather some other distraction supplies.

Another thing he had made for Y/n was a little art kid, the box under his bed filled with colouring books, crayons, some finger paints, that he wasn't willing to try out now, and a set of beads and string, just a few things to see what Y/n would enjoy. He pulled out a coloring book and the crayons, walking over to his desk, grabbing the other desk's chair and sitting beside Y/n, opening up the book and ripping out a page for himself, letting Y/n join in if they wished.

After a few minutes of calming down, relishing in the thunder free environment, Y/n picked up some crayons, settling on a colouring page of flowers, filling in each little section with a different colour, making it as colourful and fun as possible.

When done they held up the book to Xavier, waiting for him to look at the picture, his eyes lighting up when he saw the artwork, placing the book back onto the desk. "Watch this." He said, his words not heard by Y/n but still uttered anyways. His hand moving slightly as the flowers 'stood' up, swaying side to side like read flowers would, the picture much more colourful and fun than his usual grey and macabre drawings.

Y/n giggled, clapping their hands slightly after he had stopped the flowers moving, Y/n quickly getting back to colouring another picture so it too could be brought back to life.

Who knew a thunderstorm was all it would take for Y/n to open up, and who knew Xavier was waiting with open arms willing to help in the time of need.

[liveetherealityy]

Simply in love.

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Reader

Synopsis: thoughts clouding the mind are never good mentally, neither is the absence of a lover…

Having a husband who always overworked himself was hard. Wanting to take care of him, only to be pushed away and your attempt at showing him how much you long for him going to waste. Miguel was no different from that kind of husband. The pain that combined in your chest as you hear for the fifth time this week "go away YN." It felt like you were being penetrated by knives in seven different angles.

Your emotions had been all over the place lately, you didn't really understand why you'd been crying so much but the tears just seemed to flow like rivers at night. Light streams falling like rain on a gloomy day. Today seemed to be quite gloomy.

Recently you've learned some exciting news you wanted to share with your husband, knowing that this news would make his dreams come true and his heart flourish like flowers during photosynthesis. Your heart fluttered with butterflies, not knowing how they got into your chest so fast as your husband sat on the couch next to you with his own news.

"YN just .. let me tell you what I have to say first." His voice conceals his gloom and despair. My concern only grows more when I realize he wouldn't look me in the eye. "What's the matter Mì amor?" I asked trying to console him and comfort him.

"I wanna divorce."

The words hit me like two trucks and a wrecking ball. I felt like my whole heart had been removed from my chest and stomped on. I stayed quiet as I tried to hide the tears that dawned under my eyes.

"You .. want a divorce..?" I ask to make sure he understood his own words. Not even I understood his words right now.

"I just feel like, your overbearing and all you do is cling to me while I work. I don't want that, it's like holding onto a burden."

Once again his words hit me and now I couldn't hold in my tears. His words were personal and serious. I didn't feel like I was being overbearing or clingy, I thought I was just being a wife. "Alright." I couldn't defend myself anymore, I couldn't fight for someone who wouldn't fight the same. I couldn't.

"What is it you wanna tell me..?" He asked it cautiously, seeing as I was in a hysterical state.

"Uh, I guess I have to tell you now."

I pause as I look at him, taking a deep breath.

"I'm pregnant."

Hi, this isn't like my first story ever but like .. it's my first story here. I hope you like the little aesthetic I'm going for cause not even I myself understand what I'm doing here... But yeah if you wanna part two like this post! 🩶

@synisms made my synopsis guys, go look at their blog!

[twsted-kinks]

Janitor!MC at NRC (a smut series)

Part 2: Leona & Ruggie

>Minors and ageless blogs DNI<

Series Content: Noncon/dubcon, forced stripping, unsafe sex, public sex, coercion, somnophilia, forced to wear skimpy clothing, bondage and other BDSM things, forced eye contact, biting/hickies, blood, weird dick shapes, watersports, forced prostitution, gangbang, spanking, forced exhibition, (may add more)

Parts: Crowley & Crewel, Ruggie & Leona (you are here), Idia, Rook, & Vil, Lilia & Malleus, Floyd & Jade & Azul, Che'nya (and a possible bonus part)

All characters depicted are 18+

(This one has a *lot* of watersports)

Leona

Catching a beastman with a cock out and taking a piss became a way too often occurrence. Apparently, your nightly walks with Crewel has made public pissing common practice. While you've seen a variety of beastmen with their cocks out at this point, the most consistent one you see almost daily is a man with rounded ears and a long tail with a brown puff of hair on the end. You don't try to catch him all the time, but it seems like he specifically waits for you to be in the area when he does so. Plus, half the time he gets hard too, so, instead of just catching him peeing, you catch him jerking off and sometimes even catch him cumming on the spot you pissed on the night before. It's annoying but at least you can deal with this, but, of course, like everything else it gets worse.

This beastman (who you find out is called Leona) decided to take his pissing antics inside. It all starts with you on your hands and kness, scrubbing a suspicious stain on the carpeted floor in the library. You hear a distinctive sound of water hitting water you've heard in the bathroom plenty of times. You turn to look behind you and see Leona holding his cock that's peeing into your cleaning bucket in one hand and holding a camera recording the scene in the other. You go to yell at him, but he just aims his dick at you, spraying urine in your face and directly into your open mouth. You sputter and close your eyes, holding your hands up to try and block the stream, but Leona just keeps aiming at different parts of your body. Urine soaks your hair, your dress, your skirt, and pools at you legs. You give in to your fate and just wait. Once the stream of piss dies down and stops. You wipe your face and open your eyes, just to be greeted with cum shooting onto your face. You groan as rope after rope of cum dirty your already piss drenched face. "Fuck, you look good like this." Leona moans. By the time you're done wiping your eyes a second time, Leona is gone.

From then on, you try to avoid Leona. Most days you're successful, but there's a some days you aren't. Somehow he keeps finding ways to corner you, piss on you, and record it. At least sometimes he just forces you to hold his cock as he pisses on the spot you just cleaned and then fucks your hand until he cums too. Most times though, he just takes his dick out and starts pissing on you. Today was different, he has you trapped in a dead-end made of bookshelves in the library. Your back is pressed against one of the shelves as Leona steps closer to you with his phone in his hand, recording. "You can't seriously want to do that here." You're begging. "You'd get it all over the books, and wouldn't you get in trouble?" Leona smirks at you. "Would I? Or would you be the one getting in trouble? It's your job to keep all of this clean." Leona unzips his fly and takes out his dick. "You know, if you don't want to get drenched, you could always just drink it."

You stare at Leona in shock. "You can't be serious." Leona shrugs. "Well, I'm gonna start pissing on the count of five. You can either sit there and take it like usual and get all these books ruined too, or you could wrap those pretty lips around my cock and drink it." And with that, he begins counting down. You look in his eyes, down to his dick, and back to his face. Before he can count down to one, you're on your knees with your eyes closed and the head of his textured cock in your mouth. A trickle of piss squirts onto your tongue followed by a acrid stream of the warm liquid. It tastes so bad. You want to gag, but then you'd just get piss everywhere. You're already humiliating yourself by doing this. You don't want the added humiliation of walking around drenched in piss again. You reluctantly swallow the piss in your mouth again and again as you feel Leona's dick grow harder and harder in your mouth. He grips your hair and starts to slowly pull your mouth up and down his cock, going deeper and deeper until your nose keeps being pushed into his happy trail. Once the stream of piss finally ends, he's straight up using your mouth like a fleshlight. You put your hands on his thighs, trying to push him away, but it doesn't stop. "Fuck, you're a good little piss slut. You didn't even spill a drop." You hear Leona chuckle above you. "You know, if you want this to end quicker, put in some effort. Use that fucking tongue of yours." You do as your told, tongue working Leona's cock as he moans above you. Your eyes roll in the back of your head when he shoves his cock into your mouth, balls deep, and his cum shoots down your throat. When his balls empty, Leona pulls out and then rubs his spent cock on your face. When Leona finally steps away, you open your eyes. "Such a fucking slut." He points him phone at your crotch. "Did getting used like a toy turn you on?" You sit there, humiliated, as Leona stuffs his cock back in his pants and walks away.

Drinking Leona's piss and cum has now become a common occurrence in your life. It's not really daily, but every couple of days you find yourself on your knees again with his cock in your mouth. Some days he still just covers your body in his piss and cum cause he can.

Leona and Ruggie

Ruggie honestly has had to deal with some similar things to you. Whenever Leona wakes up with morning wood, Ruggie is made to suck him off or even ride Leona's cock. He's also used to having to clean up Leona's piss spots cause the lazy lion prefers to take his cock out and piss on the floor or even his own bed instead of getting up at night to go to the bathroom. There have even been times when Ruggie is giving Leona head, and Leona just pisses in his mouth. This isn't something that just happens in the dorm either. During Leona's daily naps, it's common for him to make Ruggie take out his dick and aim it so Leona can take a piss. Except now, Leona has taken an interest in you. Just about everyone wants a piece of you, but just about everyone is to scared to do so. Especially the beastmen, they can constantly smell the scent of cum coming off you. So, Leona pisses on you to mark you as his personal toy.

And now, with it being mating season and Leona going into his worst rut of the year, Leona has decided to lock you in his room to relieve him. Ruggie still has to do his daily chores, but now there's even more to do. He's used to having to deal with Leona's cum stains, but now your juices are added too and he has to make even more food than usual for Leona as well as you. Just about every time Ruggie walks into Leona's room, the lion beastman's textured cock is inside of you. He's seen the two of you in so many positions, some with you on top, some with Leona on top, some with the two of you laying on your sides while Leona lazy ruts into your used hole(s). Ruggie swears your stomach has started to bloat a bit from how much cum Leona has been pumping into you.

You've become an absolute mess. You aren't sure how long it's been. All you know is that, whether you're awake or asleep, at all times of the day, Leona's cock is inside you. Even when he's asleep, Leona would keep his hard cock inside of you. He even cums in his sleep, filling you even more again and again. No matter what though, his cock is always moving in and out of you. The nubs on his cock keep dragging at your walls, making you moan at every thrust until your voice gives out. If Leona needs to pee, he doesn't even bother pulling out and just pisses inside you. When you need to pee, yourself, Leona never stops. You'd always end up just pissing yourself and crying in humiliation. You don't know if it was from your humiliation or the scent of your urine, but Leona always gets more rough whenever you piss yourself.

It was even more humiliating when Ruggie was there and watching. The hyena beastman would casually walk in to clean, do some other chore, or just wait there, holding food, as he waits for Leona to cum and take a break. Everytime you look over to Ruggie, you can see how hard he is, and sometimes he's even stroking himself through his pants and staring back at you. Today, when Ruggie enters Leona's room, he sees the both of you, asleep chest to chest, with Leona on his back with you on top of him. Your abused hole(s) is(are) clearly visible with Leona's cum dripping out. This is the first time Leona's cock has slipped out of you and not been pushed back in immediately after. With Leona asleep and not currently using you, he certainly wouldn't mind if Ruggie had a go at you, right?

Ruggie sneaks to your sleeping form and gently spreads your ass cheeks apart. He licks his lips as he watches your asshole twitch and more of Leona's cum drips out of it. He eagerly starts licking up Leona's cum, licking up between your cheeks and then diving into your hole. Ruggie can feel your asshole twitch around his tongue. He tastes the saltiness and bitterness from Leona's cum and piss all while feeling your warmth. You start to moan from the intrusion, but you don't wake up. Ruggie quietly undoes his belt and pulls out his cock. Ruggie, himself, has been in his own rut, but he doesn't have the luxury of locking himself away and jerking off until it's over. He's used to having to work while he has a raging boner and sneaking off to jerk it when he can. But now, he has a nice lubed up hole right in front of him. He stands and lightly slaps his cock against your asshole, drooling at the way your asshole flinches in response. He squeezes his cock between your ass cheeks and slowly humps you, mixing his own precum with Leona's remaining cum. Once lubed enough to his satisfaction, Ruggie angles his cock and slowly sinks into your hole. With you being stuffed with Leona's cum and how used your hole is, Ruggie slips into your asshole with no problem. Ruggie moans softly as he bottoms out in your asshole, taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of you fluttering hole on his cock. Ruggie let's out a sigh as he lets himself relax and begins filling your ass with his piss, marking you with his urine. He watches your sleeping form, watches your body shift and your face scrunch up at the feeling of warmth filling you. He slowly starts rutting into you, trying to stimulate himself without spilling his piss everywhere.

When his stream of piss comes to an end, Ruggie starts picking up the pace, rutting into you with shallow thrusts. The warmth of your hole and the liquid inside of you feels so good to him. Every thrusts forces some of his urine to escape and drip down between your open legs. Some of the urine even drips down and lands on the sleeping beastman beneath you. That's when Ruggie hears an annoyed growl. "And what do you think you're doing?" Leona says, glaring up at the hyena beastman, as he wraps his arms around the human between them. Ruggie chuckles "What? You weren't using your toy, so I decided to play with it." As the argument continues, you start to wake up, groggily opening your eyes. Before you realize what's going on, Leona is lining his cock up to your hole, the same one Ruggie is currently rutting into. You let out a loud gasp when Leona shoves his cock into you. Both of the beast men are rutting into you with ferver, and you can do nothing but take it. You're already sensitive from the days of fucking, so it doesn't take long for you to come around their cocks. The two beastmen soon follow.

Ruggie

After Ruggie's stunt, Leona kicked him out, but now you have another guy on your list who wants to use your hole(s). Ruggie always followed Leona around, but now the beastman follows you around whenever he wants to hit it. At least he's kinder to you though. Yeah, he likes to piss and cum in you, but he's kind enough to clean you up after. He's even been kind enough to offer you a snack here and there. He always uses it as an excuse that you owe him something in return, but at least someone is giving you something for using your body.

(Sorry for Ruggie's being short but you got a Ruggie + Leona to make up for it)

[salted-caramel-tea]

What are your thoughts about?

I was gonna try and collect my thoughts coherently before I started talking bu ti cant be bothered doing that so like. about the dream and that one circle of mcyt that just fucking hate them .

actually this is about how I have felt observing the dream space recently.

im uncomfortable?? not with the dream team, I still really love them and I enjoy their content and I do still watch sap naps streams if im awake for them but honestly taking time just to spend time on my f1 blog has been like a weight lifted from my shoulders.

just talking about dtblr, ive seen people trying to make the best of the situation by live-blogging sapnaps streams making jokes spreading positivity for all 3 of them but it doesn't really of much to take away from the pressure of the situation. Every day it seems like some cc somewhere has something to say about dream or George or sapnap and every day we rush over here to discuss it. it almost feels like theres this pressure to perform and to respond to what is being said, we need to discuss everything as a controversy no matter how stupid or insignificant the situation is and we contribute to the snowballing of tiny things that honestly dont need the attention the theyre getting and its tiring to watch. like im at the point where im scrolling past 'did you see what x said' because honestly I dont give a shit I dont give a shit about a cc who spoke to the dteam on discord maybe twice talking about their 'truth' I really dont care .

im genuinely just fed up with the way the creator space and fan spaces behave. Dream posts 'pls talk to me' and creators say 'but that won't get me clout' back to him.

who gives a shit if dreams stole punz girlfriend. who cares if dream sent a dm that might have been considered rude to Sara Simons a fully grown ducking middle aged woman with better things to do than start twitter drama. who gives a shit about sniff having one insignificant negative interaction with dream over a year. none f this is your fucking turret its just airing out high school level petty drama that could easily be fixed with a fucking dm . its pathetic. the way so many creators are going 'I too am a victim' and its 'he sent me a private message I didnt like' who fucking cares. and all of this 'ill stream explaining my story' what story. that he made a joke in bad taste. its performative. they want views they want twitters support they want to seem like theyre on the RIGHT side so theyre just pulling any old story out of their ass to add to the mentality of the mob and make it seem like yes I too hate dream because he is so awful when in reality he was probably just a bit of a twat like a lot of guys in their early 20s are . the only way hes gonna know that he did something that made u annoyed or upset or even mildly fucking miffed in the case of Sara fucking Simons is if you tell him. and we saw that bc 5 mins later shes saying oh its all fine he messaged me . see how fucking easy it is to actually fix these tiny ass issues if you actually have a conversation before launching a hate campaign on twitter dot com . and people going off to run with it and add it to the pile of 'poof' they have. hell ive seen someone saying they appreciate dream saying they want to talk about situations and saying they want to chat with him about an experience they had with one of his friends like what does that have to do with dream actually why not just take the initiative and talk to the actual person involved instead of making dream do it for u. its all just drama mongering

on a more serious note I really dont know how to feel with the whole situation with caiti. George didi fuck up and im not moving from that stance- whatever happened he made her feel uncomfortable and went on the defence instead of prioritising apologising to her for the way she felt about the situation.

what I cat fucking stand is how weirdly this situation has evolved. the initial statement was that he had touched her waist and tickled her and cat didnt like that. THAT CONTACT the touching of her waist was spread across twitter as a sexual assault. which its fucking not and it pisses me off as a victim to see how loosely terms of sex crime are being thrown around bc no matter how uncomfy you are touching your waist is not a sex crime. there was no mention of inappropriate touching actually, just that he had crossed a physical boundary with her and ive already talked about why I can empathise with that delayed reaction in feeling deeply uncomfortable with the situation . so it confused me as to why people on tiktok were spreading misinformation that his hands were down her pants and cat coming out of left field with he was grabbing my tits. because none of that was ever discussed in any of her prior statement and that seems like pertinent information when were discussing sexual assault. and from what ive seen her friends timeline of events dont match up with hers. her timeline of events onset even match up that well with her other comments on the situation and all of it just feels so fucking odd. why do the details change depending on who you ask and when you ask them

but I wasn't there. I dont know what actually happened. having experienced it you automatically hold that understanding towards her despite all the backlash because people blamed me too, they didnt believe me either and you never want to completely dismiss it no matter how weird the story seems because what if. keeping myself in the situation is stretching myself in two different directions where one is dismissing the claims of assault because nothing adds up and the other is she might be like me .

the reaction to caitis initial statement has snowballed extremely out of proportion if u ask me. nobody needs to know everyones personal grievances with dream or George or sapnap and to say that youre sharing these to support victims is a straight lie bc it has nothing to do with victims they receive nothing from your story that he made a bad joke 3 years ago or whatever and everything to do with the fact that you are utilising an opportunity to gain relevancy again and I dont want to partake in their relevancy.

I dont want to partake in any of this fucking drama actually. it's non stop. it's constant. its all over my dash all day every day but maybe its just the ppl im following idc. but I dont want to come back into a community where im going to find myself fighting to justify why I still enjoy the content of some creators while there are other creators receiving less vitriol for breaking the literal fucking law . its exhausting . its been years of it for me .

im not mentally well. I have a lot going on in my family life and I didnt realise how bad things were until I told my work friend I hadn't seen in a while my 'family drama' and she and the assistant manager pulled me aside and said 'im so sorry youre going through that right now are you dealing with everything alright?'. I have my final exams within the next month. I need to pass these to graduate. I have so much that is already causing me stress in my life and so much of the misinformation around the situation is so triggering and untagged and I dont want to log on and see another bout of 'x responds to x' 'x talks about dream' 'x shares thoughts on George situation' . I cant fucking do that right now.

people have called it the cowards way out, bailing at the burden of controversy but im not switching sides. im not deactivating. im not becoming a dranti. I still talk about the dteam i still like the dteam but I cannot force myself to endure other peoples stresses at the time being . thats all ive been thinking about rlly .