#i've been messing with speed and pitch

[threepandas]

Bad End: No Good Turn

I rushed to catch up, as I saw the party leaving. Advisor Leukippos was a hopelessly busy man after all. Seeming to drift, with elegant unhurried steps, from appointment to appointment at a somehow impossible speed. It was near impossible to actually catch him NOT in the middle of something. And believe me, I'd been TRYING!

"Advisor! Respected One! Please wait!" I did not so much... shout (as that would be RUDE. One must NEVER be RUDE around the Yanderians. They take GREAT exception. I've looked them up. Have even started taking classes on the subject.) as sorta? Pitched my voice to carry? Kinda the verbal equivalent of that awkward half jog, not run, people do.

My Yanderian pronunciation is god awful. Probably butchering the words, since I can't, you know, actually HEAR any of the nuanced under or over tones. The slight inflections. Yanderian is a language of SONG. Poetry. Composing some of the most beautiful audible art in the known universe. Some of the pieces I've heard? Are like whale song made of starlight. Birdsong made of thunder.

And that's the RECORDINGS! Which are said to miss SO MUCH of the in person nuances, due to technological limitations!

I, being a human, literally don't have the philosophy to even speak the language properly. Never will.

Not the voice box, not the HEARING, and certainly not the lung capacity. But I wanted to at least try, you know? If nothing else, maybe learn the language. There WERE after all, auditory aids for Yanderians with ear injuries. And! I theoretically? Could contact the company? To see if they would be willing to design a set of nuance readers for a human sized head! Adjusted for human hearing and visual ranges!

To be honest? I just was waiting to be able to send my message in Yanderian first. To prove that it wouldn't be a waste of time. Nuance readers were a time consuming project after all! Had to be customized to the life form wearing them.

Leukippos and his entourage had stopped, turned. Some fully, some only half way, to glance in bemused and startled confusion at the (no doubt strange) little creature trying to hacksaw her way through a sentence in their language. None the less, they DID stop for me, for which I was grateful. Their people were fuckin TALL, man. Long legs. Holy SHIT long legs. G-gimme a second! Gotta...! Breathe...!

I could practically feel their amusement from behind the assorted fans. Eyes curving up to match hidden grins.

"No drink to spill upon me, little one? How shall I recognize you now?" Comes teasing song speech from the man I've been trying, for DAYS, to catch outside of any one of his many responsibilities. I think? That particular rumbling quality? Means "playfully said, not insulting you?"

His body language certainly suggests it.

The laugh that forces its way out of my body? Is the sort that you make, while contemplating throwing yourself into the fucking SEA or a bottomless pit, after dumping your breakfast on like... a world leader.

Because I Basically DID.

Which? Ha ha... oh god, kill me. They wear FUCKING WHITE. The higher the rank? The MORE WHITE! (It's the color of Divinity and Honor! Which DOESNT FUCKING HELP! Oh GOD, does this mean what I did was SACRILEGIOUS TOO?!) Nothing but pale, easily and irreversibly stain-able colors, as far as the eye can see! And I accidentally? Dumped my shitty break room "whatever has caffeine and is still in stock" on him!

FIVE TIMES.

I've literally GIVEN UP open air caffeinated drinks because of this! They are the devil! Evil! Trying to ruin both my sanity AND my life! I don't CARE if canned coffee is more expensive! At least I can't DUMP IT ON A DIGNITARY.

The worst part? The ABSOLUTE WORST? Was how understanding and calm Leukippos was, while I lost my shit. It wasn't even MY outfit. He was the one covered in probably still burning coffee! As I hyperventilated and blubbered apologies and cried at him. Hair a mess! Sleep deprived as FUCK because my boss is an asshole. Well... WAS an asshole.

He came over to yell at me.

Did not go well for him. What with that being Rude™ and me having already spilled the beans that the whole incident was CAUSED by me being overworked. Sleep deprivation slows reaction times, you know?

But then... but THEN! It? Kept?? HAPPENING!!!

Turn a corner? Bump! Right down his front. Leaving a lift? Bump! Splash! There goes my cup! Oh but what about a SAFETY cup? I, like FOOL, naively think! Ha ha...

I nearly concuss him! Somehow! Right over the edge of some railing! Slams into the ground at his feet. Nearly hitting him from THREE STORIES UP, right on the head! Pretty sure the sound I made? Was just as painful to HEAR as it was to rip out of my own throat in panic.

No More Cups! Cups are BAD. This? Anti-cup having household.

We'll drink from fucking SPOONS if we have too! Bowls!

NO CUPS!

And every? Single?? Time??? Leukippos not only stops, in the middle of his unspeakably busy schedule, to calm down and reassure this random ass low ranking alien, who's dumped potentially toxic or dangerous unknown alien foodstuffs, just ALL over his incredibly expensive clothes? He's KIND about it! Polite! Makes light hearted little jokes and says not to worry!

It would be one thing, if he was an asshole about it? But!? He's so politely understanding instead? You just end up standing there. Staring in HORROR. At the slowly spreading stains, on that beautiful, delicate, lovely embroidered white fabric. Clothes that are HAND CRAFTED. Take months if not YEARS to make!!! And you just? Feel your soul... die inside.

Kill me. Fucking END me. I deserve it.

Oh my god.... What Have I Done?

But, hey! If he wants to turn my Horrifying Drink Based Trauma Crimes into a cute friendship meet cute? I'm so unbelievably down for that. Literally ANYTHING so I stop feeling like I'm constantly setting this man's ceremonial robes on fire in front of him, then having him ask if I'M okay or need anything.

Speaking of which? Excitedly I reach into my messages bag, asking if he remembers the over robe he lent me. Another victim to our coffee attacks, the over robe was of a style that traditionally hung open, so it only slightly got hit. His main robe suffering the worst of it. Most importantly, though? The over robe is the main decorative one! Heavy on the subtle off white on white embroidery.

It creates a kind of magical looking effect as the light hits it, it's hard to explain.

But! I got coffee'd too, right? Right down my front! So what does he do? Leukippos slides off his over robe and puts it on me. So I won't be walking around in state that would get me socially embarrassed. Cause a scandal. Still not sure if it's a Yanderian or a "their region of the galaxy" thing.

However, that? Left me with a beautiful, BEAUTIFUL and quickly staining white over robe. Not Today, Satan! So I looked up how to save it. Rushed it to a professional cleaners. They kept it from getting worse but couldn't help me, due to the unique fibers the robe was made off, but knew who COULD and sent me on my way.

I ended up in a breathing mask in little Kkbrixxtttishky. And I know, okay? It's mostly oxygen in that dome. Yeah, it IS, but there are enough fatally toxic trace elements in the atmosphere that unless you have a REALLY good filter mask? It's just safer to go full breathing mask. It's not fucking "paranoid" or "racist" or whatever garbage they'll tell you.

Half those fuckers saying that? Wouldn't even TRAVEL there if their LIVES depended on it! For ALL sorts of VERY reasonable excuses, I'm SURE. Bastards. One breathing mask and an uncomfortable decontamination shower between domes is all it takes! It's barely a few minutes delay between domes. Then you're in!

And? The whole area is beautiful. Everyone is super nice, deeply kind (especially when you get lost... like... A LOT). And oh my god? Do you know how badly I wish I could eat the food without, you know, dying? (God those little pie thingies looked so fucking GOOD...)

Anyway! Long and short of it? The Kkbrixxtttishky cleaner knew how to clean the robe! Even stored it in an air tight container so it could be decontaminated for my safe handling. They? Were so sympathetic? Shared my absolute horror at the situation. We're and ARE an absolute gem. Swear to God I plan to recommend them to anyone who can breathe that grade of atmosphere.

It was worth every unit.

Pulling out a clean, neatly folded robe to return? Feels like a triumph.

"The robe of which I gave you, clean once more." He says, recognizing it on sight. The smile behind his fan seems to grow, from what charmed expression I can see of his face, as he steps closer. "Such care, in trusted hands, this robe has found. Little one, you have gone to great lengths. No easy thing, the cleansing of such cloth. And to return it? None would think you less, should you have kept a gift..."

The songspeech has a distinctly warm tone to it, more then the already fond tone that had been there before. Heck yeah~ Knew it! I KNEW I did the right thing! And besides, it WAS the right thing. I tell him as much. He didn't really GIVE me his robe, he leant me it to help me save face.

The Galactic Senate is unspeakably vast. He was running the risk of never seeing it again but did it ANYWAY. Just so I wouldn't be seen walking around covered in a mess. I was just sorry I couldn't fix the OTHER robes my clumsiness had ruined.

"Virtuous little one~" Leukippos says sings, the nuanced tones, which I could only barely hear, suggesting his words were meant to be both teasing and praise. He driftes closer. His other hand elegantly raising to join the first. Both gripping his fan in an... almost coy sort of way? Ah, I'm probably reading that one wrong. Still learning, after all...

"Won't you join me? A walk with good company, is a pleasant one indeed. I have not had chance to speech casually with you before. We would have sent you correspondence; In accordance with tradition and regard, however..."

Leukippos trailed off. Politely not saying the obvious. Which was that it was fuckin impossible to find me in the G.S. directory, since I was effectively a Nobody, and you'd have to know Going IN which Embassy I worked for. Even then, it'd be rough as hell, dragging me name out of that thing. I was the afterthought of an afterthought, that the forgettable once might of had.

But hey, it pays the bills.

I grin. Of course, I'd love to join him. If I'm not getting in the way! The robe is handed off to one of the smiling members of the entourage. Tucked away somewhere. And I am swallowed into the center of the group. Holy SHIT, they are tall. Like? I knew that. On average? Yanderians were about a foot and a half taller then humans... but STILL? I think these guys might be tall for Yanderians? I feel dainty. Wild.

Leukippos helps with my pronunciation, as we walk. Recommends a few new up and coming artists who's works sound fascinating. Distracted by it all, I don't notice our path meandering away from what I know is his next appointment, and towards his office. At least, I don't until we're alone.

His fan lower gently from his face, revealing handsome features.

I startle, don't know where to look. Uuuuuuuh?! No, wait, what!? No. See, I REMEMBER my basics of Yanderian etiquette block, from the sociology lessons I'm taking. He's not allowed to DO that! He can't DO THAT! Illegal! Naked! Why is he FACE NAKED!? That's like taking your SHIRT OFF! Fine around close friends and family. But JUST around them! ONLY them.

Going 0 to 150 REAL FAST, my guy!

Sputtering, I spin around. I saw NOTHING. Sexy lil fangs WHOMS'T? Ha ha! Jawline whaaaat? No, no! I'm actually BLIND. As of just a bit ago! Terrible, really. Should probably see a doctor! Now actually! Yeah. Now sounds good. I'm just gonna-!!

Softly, elegantly, like a dancer's pose, an arm in billowing white reaches over my should to delicately press against the door. It's the old fashioned kind. Swinging, not slide, made of wood. Must of cost more then I make in a year. The hand presses one finger at a time, a precise little sequence of tap tap tap.

Each finger accompanied by the softest sound of sharp nail tips.

I am suddenly hyperaware. H..How did he move that-?

The friendly atmosphere, the comfort, seems to have been sucked out of the room as thoroughly as an open airlock straight to the void. I am alone with a man I do not... now that I think about it... actually know. I FELT like I knew him. We keep meeting. I've been learning about his people. But do I know HIM? Personally? The nature of HIS character?

I... I do not.

And he is a very, VERY powerful man.

My eyes are locked on the hand, gently holding the door shut. I haven't tried my strength against his. Yet. But the numbers are in my head. The odds. Cold sweat prickles and beads along my skin, my breathe shallow, as I stand utterly frozen. It's a beautifully manicured hand, I note. Strong wrist, there a hint of true muscle, under all those robes.

He smells of trees and musk, spices and flowers not native to earth. The sleeve flowing over my shoulder is dangerously soft. His existence a pillar of heat, right behind me, not touching... but close enough. He seems perfectly content to wait me out. My mind is static.

"We fall in love quite easily, did you know? Oh little one..." His words are sighed confession, sung like falling leaves. Another hand comes up, on the other side of me. "My people greatest folly. Our weakness, our despair. Oh little one, we love too much. It frightens people. How quickly and deeply we fall..."

Why was he telling me that? I... I know the most obvious reason why he MIGHT be. B-but surely not! Ha ha. No way. C-can't be! So Why Is He TELLING ME THAT?!

"Courtship requires planning of course. Research. 'Meet-Cutes' I believe they are titled? Did you enjoy them? Were they proper? I'm to take you on outings next, yes? Flowers and material goods. To prove I can provide and know you well, and ah~"

There was mouth pressed to the nape of my neck, breathing deep against my skin. I could feel the almost lazy hunter's grin, splitting those lips into a smirk. Sharp teeth and hot breathe, dangerously close and already lusting to leave behind marks.

"And I DO know you so well. I have made certain of that, my little one. Dearest little one. Jewel of my heart, soon to be keeper of my name. I will court you in your ways, then I will court you in mine. Our wedding will be beautiful."

My heart was racing. I had to get out of here. Go and never, EVER come back. Oh god, at this distance? There was no WAY he couldn't hear everything. I had to lie! Do something! Anything! Just get out of this room. Back to Earth's embassy!

I... I couldn't move. Afraid. I was afraid.

He's so big. So much stronger then me. I have to get out.

"You shall such peace and love on Yanderia, darling. The other partners will rejoice for a new friend and you will be welcomed. Isn't that lovely? There is so much we do not show outsiders. But you, little one?"

"You will have the rest of your life to learn it ALL~"

[mci-writing]

heyy~ may i habe, hcs nsfw of senku, tsukasa, and gen fucking their s/o in the kitchen? like senku you guys fucked up something and waiting on an order, tsukasa takes you while youre making breakfast or something, and gen uses cream from a pastry youre making to lick it off your body? thank you ily i hope i did this right lol.

This has been years in the making, huh?

Sexy Kitchen Times (w/ Senku Ishigami, Tsukasa Shishiou, and Gen Asagiri):

TW: smut, modern/no petrification/post petrification au, small bit of bondage in Gen's part (he ties reader's wrists to the bedpost), no beta whoops, overstim in Senku's part, Tsukasa fucks his s/o next to a still hot stove 🤷🏾‍♀️

Ishigami Senku:

You had tried warning him from the get-go that substituting the recipe's ingredients with chemicals from his lab would be a horrible idea (esp when he pulled his Bunsen Burner seemingly out of thin air), but nooo he wanted you to trust the science process bc he was more than 1 billion percent sure it would work

Now you were standing in the middle of a nearly destroyed kitchen while ordering from the noodle place down the block, sending your lover a glare he knows a little too well when science experiments that involve you go horribly wrong

He hugs you from behind after cleaning up most of the mess, burying his face in your neck as he pulls you closer to him

This was what your friends deemed the affection maneuver, a move Senku only makes when he knows he might be sleeping on the couch for the night

"Y'know, it's so sexy when you get mad like this, dragonfruit" He'll teasingly whisper along the shell of your ear, pressing soft kisses into your skin while his fingers rub sensual circles into your hips

And for the moment, you completely forget about the kitchen debacle when his lips meet yours, turning you in his hold and helping you settle on the counter. He tugs your top off between kisses, nipping at whatever skin he can reach while his one of his hands happily move to fondle your chest

And, like always, it ends with you riding his cock (bc his stamina maxed out smh), your hands gripping onto his thighs for dear life as his tip nudges at a certain sensitive spot while he times the delivery guy through calculating the speed of your rocking and the pitch of your moans, who is definitely 10 minutes late this time

Your brain is mush by the time the food does get there, Senku happily coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of you with a sweet "Just one more? So I can make it up to you?". It's the closest he can get to you forgetting the whole conundrum and he gets to watch your face shift in overstimulated pleasure

He does still sleep on the couch later that night, but it's only for a couple minutes before you cave and make him eat you out as payback (which you both know is just going to lead to a round of competitive sex, but I'll mind my best)

Asagiri Gen:

You'd already had an idea this would happen when Gen kept making innuendos about the glaze you'd made for your donuts earlier in the day, but a part of you wasn't really taking his words seriously until he'd told you to wait on the bed

I mean, you couldn't really go anywhere with your wrists tied to the bedpost, but you could hear the small happy pep in his step as he made his way back to you with the icing bag nuzzled snuggly in his hold

"Baby, look what I've got," He eagerly coos as he towers over your body, setting his knee beside you as he slides in closer on the bed. He holds the tip over your lips, squeezing enough for a little bit of the sweet concoction to spill out.

After your tongue swipes the small bit away, he gets to work setting a small dollop on each of your sensitive parts, stopping to admire his work once he finishes

He ensures that you've been licked clean of any stick sweet residue by the time he's finished, keeping track that you're thoroughly prepped before nestling into your welcoming heat

And he happily covers certain areas of your body with the cream again before fully allowing himself to go to town, enjoying the way his cum mixes with the sugary substance on your skin

Shishio Tsukasa:

"Ts-Tsukasa..." You manage out in an airy tone, tightly gripping the counter as the head of his cock nudges at your entrance. The small sounds you make as he pushes the head all the way in only make him smirk

He leans forward as he pushes fully inside, taking the time to cut the stove off before his hand softly grips your hips and drags you back against him.

"You shouldn't have teased me so much," He softly states into your ear, tugging on the lower back tie of your apron so it hangs freely from your body by the tie around your neck. His right-hand moves to grab at the plush fat of your ass, a smack sounding as he brings his heavy palm down and squeezes as soon as he gets a good grip on it

He easily slides in and out from the perfect combination of spit and lube, the tight hold on your hip allowing him to push and pull against you as he pleases

Each spill of his name from your lips only encourages him to go faster, the breakfast you'd been hard at work creating forgotten with each deep thrust he made inside, stars clouding your mind

[stardustluvs]

Pegging - GeorgeNotFound X Reader

MDNI || KINKTOBER

Word Count: 830

Pairing: George x fem!Reader

Summary: George wants to change up your bedroom routine, and you can't say it's a horrible idea...

Warnings: NSFW, Pegging (obviously)

Author’s Note: Kinktober continues to go strong!

Requests are open! || masterlist || kinktober m.list

It was a bit of a surprise to you when he brought it up honestly. You and your boyfriend had been going out for some time now, so the topic of sex was not something new. However, when George mentioned he'd like to try something new, you would have never guessed it would result in going sex toy shopping for a strap on.

Not to say you weren't absolutely excited, but you were still just kind of taken aback by the request, and who were you to deny it when he seemed like it was on his mind for a while now. Honestly, you were probably just as excited as he was.

You let him pick out the strap on and everything, just to give him more control over the situation, which he did so happily.

It started the way most of your intimate moments started, the only difference being who was "in charge."

You straddled his lap as you pushed him back against the bed.

It started the same way most of your intimate moments started, lots of kissing and small touches to each other. Clinging to each other and wanting to be in each other's space. Honestly you adored it.

Clothes had been discarded to the floor forever ago, without a care in the world. As you kissed his lips, your hand found it's way down, your finger beginning to tease his hole, causing him to whine a little at the sudden attention.

His hips jerked a little as your other hand grabbed his thigh while your finger continued to press against him. You grabbed the lube from beside the bed and used a generous amount of it, your finger starting to slide into him easily. You went slow, allowing him plenty of time to adjust.

You started to fuck him with just a single finger, loving the way it got him riled up already, and you'd barely done anything to him.

When you introduced a second finger, you thought he was gonna cum right then and there. Your fingers scissored him open, hardly reaching where he wanted it most.

By the time you entered a third finger, thrusting them in and out of him, he was already a babbling mess.

You pulled your hand away from him, causing him to whine loudly at the loss of pleasure.

"Calm down, baby, I've got something so much better for you," You reminded him.

You got off the bed momentarily to put on the strap-on.

It looked a lot bigger when it was actually on you, George thought so, anyway.

"Mm, please, fuck me," He begged at just the mere sight of you. You smirked as you lubed up the toy, lining yourself up with him.

"You're gonna be so good for me, hm?" You asked him, as you began to push into him slowly.

His noises became much higher pitched as you entered him.

"Ngh- Gonna be so good for you..." He whimpered.

You stopped to let him adjust when you finally bottomed out, waiting for him to give you an okay.

When he nodded his head at you, you began to rock your hips into him. Every small movement tore a noise from his throat. Some of them, you weren't even aware he was capable of making.

You mumbled out praises as you started to speed up, telling him how good of a job he's doing, taking all of you in.

"Faster, please, fuck, need it so bad," He begged, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

If only you could take a picture of him like this, to remember this moment for forever.

You gave in to what he begged of you, how could you not?

You sped up, eventually finding his prostate.

"Fuck- Ah, there! Ohmygod-" He cried, being so overwhelmed and over taken by his pleasure. You could tell he was getting close.

His hand moved to his dick, beginning to stroke himself at the same pace as your thrusts. His head tilted back into the mattress as his eyes were squeezed shut. He had become so entirely lost in his pleasure and you loved being able to watch it overtake his body.

"Come on, baby, come for me," You tell him, continuing to fuck into him at that same fast pace.

Any words that attempted to leave his mouth never came out correctly. They were just strewn out words and sentences, never making any sense.

He finally came when you hit that spot inside of him just right. Spurts of cum fell over his hand and onto his stomach. You slowed down, fucking him through his high before pulling out of him.

His breathing slowly returned to normal as you took the strap-on off, getting comfortable enough to cuddle into him.

"So?" You asked him.

"So, I wish we would have done that sooner," He said, offering a tired laugh.

You smiled and kissed his cheek, watching as he drifted off to sleep.

[pricegouge]

Fatted Rabbit Part Nine on AO3

Contents

Bear!John x reader | explicit

Over the next few days you're an emotional mess. There's a lot to unpack and while John's as far from any of your past partners as possible, the speed at which you've gone from 'never dating again' to 'if he calls me sweetheart one more time I'm gonna tell my mom about him' is alarming to say the least.

By the next morning you're quietly concerned you've gone and fallen in love. It would be enough to set you on edge if John wasn't so fucking sweet. He makes breakfast in his pajama pants again, serves you a 'cuppa' exactly as you'd made it the day before. He asks how you're feeling and if you need anything and kisses your temple, lips lingering on your forehead as if checking for a fever.

"'M'not sick," you remind him and he just grins against your skin, caught.

"I read last night that some people run fevers this time of month."

"Doing some light reading?"

"Mhm. Just wanna take care of you, honey."

"And what have you been doing?"

"Well, there's always room for improvement," he smiles. 

You'd expect that after a second date turned celibate two night stand, the two of you would've run out of things to talk about by now. Instead, John fills you in on his plans for the week (wait staff training and a meeting with a small business community chapter he says he'd rather pull his teeth out than attend), and gossips about how he's pretty sure Simon has a crush on Soap which gets you laughing. 

"Simon doesn't seem like he's ever had a crush on anyone."

"No, he's more of the 'decide he's in a relationship one day and hope the other person notices' type."

"How's that working out for him?"

"Dunno. He's yet to try it."

"And Soap's the man? Simon seemed pretty annoyed with him…"

"Tha's the hell of it. Fully expected to come back to one betta in the bowl, you know? Either the big guy's getting soft in his old age, or Soap's magnetism is universal."

"Well, it's definitely not that, " you laugh, thinking of the cocky Scot. 

"Mm. You gonna come downstairs with me? Let him try his charms on you again?"

You bite your lip. "No, but thank you. Think I'm gonna go for a hike today. Get some fresh air."

John's eyes widen in fake concern. "You see that bear again you tell him you're spoken for now, yeah?"

You can't help the grin that spreads across your face, feeling like a child. It only grows when you see John smiling contentedly back at you. "I don't know. What if he gets mad? Don't wanna piss a bear off."

"Smart rabbit. Suppose I'll just have to share."

"Man, all the local girls are gonna be so mad when they realize I've managed to snag the two biggest studs in town," you wink.

John's answering smile is the toothy one that always leaves you a little breathless, a disturbing mix of nervous and excited. 

Well, disturbing in that you know you shouldn't trust him with this feeling. You remember his jealous comment the other night, the one you'd wanted to reflect on when sober. Today seems like a good time for it, considering how easily he's managed to reduce you to mushy sentiments. 

"Think we're the lucky ones, bunny."

You make your excuses soon after and John sends you off with a rumbly, 'Don't get eaten.' It should probably be taken seriously - there is, after all, a massive, oddly behaving bear that may or may not be stalking you - but something about the way he says it reminds you of the way he'd stuck his face in your crotch like a starved man, kept comparing you to food; you're fuzzy with embarrassment when he opens the Jeep door for you.

"Well. Wanna keep the bear happy, but maybe not that happy, you know?"

"Mm, good rabbit." Earthquake pitch again, felt more than heard as he leans in to kiss you goodbye. When he pulls back, he looks a bit more serious. "Don't suppose I can convince you to come back later and spend the night?"

It's sweet, but you suspect it's extended more out of concern for your safety than a genuine desire to spend another night with you. It combines with your growing need for time to think to get you demuring. "No thanks. Need a break from your snoring."

John huffs, unbothered. "Fair. Well, don't be afraid to call if you need anything. I'll be busy with the staff today but it should die off after nine. Text, yeah?"

"Sure thing, pumpkin." You're trying for sarcastic. Miss entirely. Disconcerting. 

"Up you get, bunny." And then you're being guided up into the Jeep as if you weigh nothing and shit that's gonna leave you lightheaded every time. "We'll make plans later in the week?"

"Sure. Get with Simon about ideas. Maybe we can get together for a double date?"

John laughs, loud and sudden. "Oh, I'd pay good money to see Simon on a date. Bet you he'd go in for a kiss without taking that mask off." You're not sure if it's appropriate to laugh at that, so you don't. John doesn't seem bothered, carrying on. "But alright. You gonna come watch your match with me tomorrow at least? No obligation to spend the night. Promise."

You want to say yes, definitely, but a bigger part of you knows you should get some space and perspective. You've fallen hard and fast, and not only could that be dangerous, it was also straight up unwise after the kind of relationship you just got out of. And you'd accidentally told him you didn't want to be casual. That was… you didn't regret it, per se. Just wish you'd held your tongue a little longer.

"Got a sales meeting," you blurt. Fuck, that's stupid. Why even lie? John's not gonna care if you want to skip a few nights.

"Sales meeting?"

"Yeah… international company. Some of the meeting times can be odd."

"...Okay."

"Okay. But we'll definitely see each other soon, eh?"

"Whenever you're ready, sweetheart," he says softly. Fuck, too softly. He's onto you. Fuckshit.

"I'm lying," you blurt, unable to stand the kicked puppy look on his face another moment.

John's face cycles through surprise and amusement quickly, lands on slightly patronizing. "Really?"

"Yes. Sorry. I don't know. I guess I just thought you'd be mad if I just said no."

"No reason to be mad, bunny," John hedges and you're unsure if it's worse to read his apprehension as hurt or the recurring concern he adopts whenever you're being too obvious. He's too sweet.

"Right. Well, it's not that I don't want to see you again, anyway. I just think some space would be smart. I'm  kinda… getting over a bad breakup, I guess, so I don't want to rush into anything ill-advised, you know? Not that I think this is ill-advised!" you add quickly, clocking something dark growing on the edges of his expression. "Just… want to think some things over, if that makes sense?"

A beat. John's expression is tight, but it reminds you more so of the time those idiots at the rink called you fat than of any time Phil donned the same expression. "Of course, bunny. Can I ask… your breakup… Anything I need to worry about?"

You nearly laugh. "God, no. Well, only if he shows up suddenly, I guess, but not for the reason you're probably assuming."

"What do you mean?"

"Another time," you wave him off. "Just know I'd sooner die than go back to Phil so no worries there."

He definitely doesn't look satisfied, but thankfully doesn't press. "Okay, bunny. Take your time. Let me know when you're available, yeah?"

You sigh, borderline exasperated for no real reason. "Told you to stop being so sweet. I don't know what to do with it."

John smiles, a little sad. "Well, we'll just have to get you used to it, then."

***

Over the next few days you're an emotional mess. There's a lot to unpack and while John's as far from any of your past partners as possible, the speed at which you've gone from 'never dating again' to 'if he calls me sweetheart one more time I'm gonna tell my mom about him' is alarming to say the least.

You're not ashamed to admit that - while you'd already been pretty crazy about him - a non-zero amount of this sudden infatuation is proximity and remember-when-he-dragged-that-hot-tongue-up-your-pussy-even-though-you'd-already-established-he-wasn't-getting-laid-tonight induced. Two weeks ago the thought of even touching yourself had made you cringe, but here John stuck his fucking face in your crotch and you'd simply melted. He could've done it, you're not afraid to admit. You can blame it on the alcohol, the desperation to feel good after everything - whatever you need to tell yourself, but at the end of the day you know he could have done it and you would have liked it and that's really all there is to say on that, isn't it?

Except it's not. Because he hadn't. Because you were drunk and he'd said he wouldn't.

You'd wonder at your luck, rebounding with a decent guy, but you're surprised how much you don't want John to be something casual like that. You hadn't been lying when you'd said as much, though you'd been debating if you'd accidentally stuck your foot in your mouth ever since. It's not that you don't want a relationship with John - far from - it's just that you're not sure how smart it is to rush into anything right now.

You spend a day out by Whitefish, hoping the physical distance will help you gain perspective, but it doesn't. John occupies ninety percent of your thoughts. When you wake up, you miss the heavy warmth of him. Midday, you think about texting to see how Simon and Soap are getting along. It's easy when the sun's out and your general demeanor is less dire. During the day, you focus on how sweet he is; but at night your doubts creep in, and you remember the blatant jealousy and the way the divot between his brows denotes an anger he steadfastly denies. 

Phil used to deny his aggression, too.

You don't honestly believe John has yet been angry with you, but that cloudy look makes you gun shy, and you've honed your instincts to a knife point over the last few years so you're loath to ignore them now. There's no denying you're a different person than you were when you'd met Phil. Before, you would have ignored these issues in favor of the stability he'd brought you; but you're currently content to be as unstably homeless as possible so long as you can keep yourself safe (relatively).

This just leaves the question of John, and whether or not you ought to listen to that tiny voice in your head. If it were just the quick temper that worried you, you could write it off as PTSD induced paranoia, but the growing regularity with which he can reference instances he was not present for is raising some hairs. It makes you feel crazy for even considering it, but you've lived under some level of surveillance before. Phil used to throw things you'd said or done in private in your face just to remind you he could. Prove he had control. John doesn't sound threatening when he does it, but it doesn't sound purely coincidental, either. 

After five days of mulling it over, you're feeling a lot better. Clarity comes piecemeal and sluggish, but it does come:

In the greasy smear of a pan you'd used to make a grilled cheese, you divine that you don't need to know if you're ready for a real relationship. At the end of the day, the two of you have only been on two dates. You may have agreed on wanting to be more than casual, but it's still not like you exchanged vows or anything. You're allowed to stop overthinking and just enjoy John's company. And you feel like an idiot when you're sitting lakeside, just enjoying the sun, and suddenly realize that while you'd technically only left Phil a few weeks ago, you've been downright fucking pupal for years. When you're in the thick of it, it's so easy to drown yourself in the to-do's and the now-what's and the where-can-I-hide-this that it's enough to think of your actions as nothing but that - actions. Can't see the forest for the trees, as it were. But now you recognize that you've basically been a single woman living under extremely unpleasant circumstances for years now. It's an oversimplification, of course, but the situation you're in now doesn't necessarily require further elaboration. You're finishing off your crochet project when you remember people are allowed to just be angry sometimes and that doesn't make them dangerous. John is no threat. For better or worse, staying with Phil long after you'd gotten wise to his ways had at the very least made you confident you could spot a viper at ten clicks. You'd been quite close and personal with John and he'd never once raised your hackles in any way that wasn't reasonable, or at least couldn't easily be explained away. 

Of course, once you've come to these conclusions, you allow yourself to start missing him. He's been so sweet through all of this, but the fact that he's been good about giving you space these last few days has stood out in your mind as one of the top reasons you're sure you've just been a bit obstinate re: allowing yourself to be happy. You've kept your distance for nearly a week and although you could read it plain as day on his face how much it upset him when you'd said you'd wanted time, John's been content to just wish you a good morning and ask how your day went at night. He never pries to see how you're feeling, or what you're thinking, or where you are, or even what you're up to. Basically just wants confirmation you're still alive and then he leaves you alone, just as you'd wanted.

Except, as the days go by, you begin to realize that isn't what you want. Not the obvious concern - that's sweet, actually, especially when your friend the bear is becoming an almost nightly visitor - but the self-inflicted loneliness. You're not sure you wanted John to chase you, exactly (you're not in middle school after all), and you're thankful he took your concerns seriously, but something about it has made you feel… bereft.

"Think it's the hormones," you inform the bear one night. He seems to agree, if the way he sniffs and drools all over the seal of your window is any indication. You're over your period by now, but your impending horny week might be responsible for your unreasonable expectations. "What do you think? I should bite the bullet, eh? Man's not a mind reader, after all." 

It lowers, somehow both excited and miserable. If you didn't know him any better, the thick saliva it's currently trying to wash your Jeep with would be disconcerting, but you're fairly confident he's just excited about the honey he smells in your front seat. Probably. If it was rabid it would be dead by now, surely?

"Guess I'm just not used to getting what I want," you grumble, perhaps a little self-pitying. If he finds you pathetic, the bear doesn't let on. He takes a moment to look you directly in the eye and moo, licking the window for good measure.

In the morning, John asks if you'd be interested in joining him on a trip to the local flower shop.

Next>>

[infamous-if]

10 with orion? 👀

Next RO~ ( I'll do 1 for each RO + the poly and then do the rest :>)

10. "Please... what am I doing wrong?" "What aren't you doing wrong?!" (i changed it just a bit)

"Alright, alright. Stop."

The music cuts off. Your friends groan and you huff out a sigh.

You're going to kill someone.

This night has been the longest in recent memory. The moment you stepped into the studio, the universe has been determined to make nothing work. The sound was off, the vibes weren't meshing well, and the entire band seems to be on their last nerve. Even frustratingly neutral Orion has grown irritated. You can see it in his furrowed brows, the way his voice pitches whenever he notices something wrong.

You put your hands on your hips, trying to keep your voice even. Your patience has been fraying since the first complaint when Orion decided it was appropriate to comment on the fact that you came in wearing pajamas....to the studio. At three a.m. "What now?"

"It's not working." Orion huffs through the mic and runs a hand through his hair before waving you guys away. "Just go home. We'll pick this up tomorrow."

"Thank God," Rowan mumbles. He's practically speeding away, not bothering to say another word. Your bandmates follow suit, mumbling halfhearted farewells before filtering out of the studio.

Somehow the producer is gone too, leaving you and Orion alone. He grumbles something, pacing back and forth, as you open the door of the booth and step out back into reality.

Orion doesn't notice you--or doesn't care, most likely--and continues mumbling. Ah. He's in one of those moods. The one where he hates the world and takes it out on his work.

"It's not that serious." You shrug. "We'll get it eventually. We always do."

"This was a waste of time," Orion groans. "Two hours down the drain."

You step closer. "How was it a waste of time? Work was done-"

"Unproductive work," he grits out, facing you with brows knitted.

You stare at him a moment. His anger can't just be on the work, can it?

"Orion-"

He shakes his head. "Forget it. I need to clean this up." Turning around, you watch as Orion furiously picks up the papers on the table. He seems to be looking for something and he stops. "Did you bring the notes I told you to bring?"

You pause a moment. Then the realization hits you. Shit. "Ah...I forgot-"

"Wonderful," he mutters, shaking his head. "Juuust wonderful."

"Orion." You clench your jaw. "You don't need to be an ass."

"I'm not." He frowns. "Being upset at your mistakes isn't being an ass."

"Mistakes?" you guffaw. "Like plural?"

He makes a sound in his throat. "That's how language works. Yes."

"Don't get smart with me." Your voice rises. "What have I done wrong?"

"What have you not done wrong?!" he says with equal severity. He whirls around to face you, moving too quickly. His elbow hits a shelf with a row of vinyls, everything tumbling to the ground.

Silence.

And then-

"Shit."

Orion bends down to pick it up and you follow a moment later. You two don't say anything a moment before he says: "I'm sorry." His voice is quiet, unfamiliarly soft. "I didn't mean to yell."

"It's okay-"

"It's not okay." He shakes his head. "I've just been a mess lately. Nothing has been going right for me. But this? This is what I'm good at. Work is what I'm good at. And when I fail at work-"

"You think you fail at everything."

He says nothing, face darkening when he continues to pick up the records. "...Yeah."

You stare at him, dropping the records in your hand to touch his cheek. "You don't fail with me."

His eyes land on yours and he smiles a little, but it looks more like a wince. He turns his head to rest his cheek in your hand. "Give it a few days. You'll be sick of me in no time."

"Not likely." You smile.

Something dark crosses his eyes, and you watch the way his hesitant gaze lowers to your mouth. You clear your throat, and Orion leans in, lips parting. He's never tried to kiss you at work before-

"Hey, did you know there's a two for one deal at McDonalds-" The producer stops mid-entrance. You and Orion quickly move away, pretending to be busy with picking up the records. "What's going on?"

"Nothing," you and Orion say in unison.

Unfortunately.

[chapel-of-rizztual]

Okay okay, this is just a thought in case you'd be in the mood for it. I've been haunted by these thoughts for weeks now. I'd just love some absolutely nasty yet gentle (itsy bitsy) edging of our lovely Dew. He's a little shit. But he needs lots of love. Restricted, possibly? Could be transmasc!Dew? Maybe with Rain? Or Phantom? He'd be such a mess goddamn. Anyway thank you love you have a lovely rest of this what-the-fuck year <3

How about Rain and Phantom edging poor Dew??

~nsfw~

Dew wasn’t sure how he got into this situation. One minute he’d been sandwiched between Rain and Phantom, watching some anime they both loved. The next minute he had his hands bound together and tied to the headboard in a pretty silk lilac colour ribbon as Rain pumped two fingers into his cunt while Phantom rubbed at his clit with the tips of his fingers. They weren’t letting him cum, whenever he got close they’d both share a look and giggle, pulling away from Dew making him whine and squirm, begging for more.

Rain giggles again as he pulls his fingers out, watching as Dew’s cunt twitches as more slick drools out of him. His hips buck and lets out a whine as the feeling of his impending orgasm flutters always.

“Rain-sir- please. Please let me cum. I’ll do anything, anything you want just please let me cum. Pleeeeeeease.” Dew begs, trailing off with a cry. 

Rain coos at him, petting at his wet cunt before shoving his two fingers back into him with a wet squelch sound. 

“But we’re having so much fun playing with you like this.” He thrust his fingers in and out, crooking them just right, making Do arch of the bed with a high pitched moan. “Isn’t that right, Phant?” 

Phantom hums from where he’s sat at Dew’s hip, his fingers circling around his clit once again. “You’re so fun to play with, Dew. Look at you, so needy and desperate for anything we give you.” 

Dew whines again, his hips jumping as Rain hits that spot inside him that has his whole body feel weak and stars dancing behind his eyes. 

Phantom giggles at him, using one hand to rub over his hip bone as he continues to circle over his clit. 

“Look at how hard his little dick is. You’re loving this, aren’t you baby? Love having your little dick and cunt played with.” Phantom pulls the hood all the back and flicks directly on the top of Dew’s clit. 

Dew lets out a pained cry, how whole body bowing off the bed, his legs shake as he desperately tries to close them around both of their hands. Rain tuts at him and forces his legs back open.  “Don’t ruin the fun, baby. We know you love this.” 

Dew clenches around Rain’s fingers, feeling himself gush more slick around the digits. 

“I’m gunna- I’m so- please let me.” Dew begs, feeling tears leak from his eyes. “I need- please. I’ve been good, please let me cum.” 

Rain kisses his knee and speeds up his fingers.  “We know you’ve been good, baby. That’s why we’re going this. This is your reward, you get us playing with you for as long as we want.” 

Dew clenched impossibly tight around Rains fingers as Phantom fingers brush over his clit so fast they’re a blur. 

“Oh, oh. Shit, sir, please.” Dew hiccups a sob, his hips bucking. “Daddy, please let me cum. I can’t- I’m- oh.”

Dew feels his orgasm build in his belly, getting tighter and tighter with each relentless jab of Rains fingers. His belly tightens even more and he clenches even more around Rains fingers feeling it build higher and higher in his belly, until it’s just at the peak, he just needs one last little push and he’ll be over the edge and- 

“No! No, no no, please! Don’t stop, let me cum please.” Dew begs as he thrashes against the bed, pulling hard on the restraints around his wrists as both ghouls pull away from him again, The feeling of his orgasm disappearing once again makes him sob, the desperate need for release is almost too much for him to handle now and he seriously debates of he’ll be able to cum untouched.  “I’ll be good, I promise. Daddy please let me cum, I need it so bad.” 

Phantom coos at him and places a kiss to his hip. He begins to rub at Dew’s clits once again, feeling it twitch and jump under his fingers. 

“You’re such a good boy. So good for daddy, aren’t you? Taking everything we give you so well, baby.” 

Rain sinks how fingers back into him with ease, petting at Dew from the inside.  “You’re so wet, there’s a little puddle of slick forming under you.” 

Dew moans, tossing his head from side to side.  “I just wanna cum. Please let me, sir. Please, I’ll do anything.” 

“Oh don’t worry, baby. You’ll get to cum soon enough, just let me and Phantom have our fun with you, we love seeing you like this, so needy and desperate for us.” 

Dew’s stomach flutters as he lets out a sob as more tears fall from his eyes and roll down his cheeks.  “I can’t- I can’t do it. I need it so bad.” 

Phantom lands a slap to his clit making Do scream and his whole body convulse and spasm as the shock of it ricochets through him.  “You can. And you will. You’re a good boy remember?” 

 Dew makes a sounds that’s somewhere in the middle of a scream and a moan, his hips jumping as Rain continues to relentlessly pump his fingers into him.  “Only a few more, baby. And then you’ll get to cum. Think of how good it’ll feel to finally be able to cum.” 

“Yeah, yeah. So good. It’ll be so good.” Dew pants, pulling at the restraints again. 

Phantom turns to face Rain fully, a slight look of confusion on his face.  “We’re not really going to stop anytime soon, right?” He whispers to him. 

“Of course not.” Rain smirks at him. “We’re not stopping until he can’t form a coherent sentence.” 

[jooillusion]

🌸Since you said ask for ANYTHING, I'll comply.

Seungmin and messy sex😭, person likes it messy, but they never really talked about it before and he just starts to notice cause she would be way sloppier than what he was used to, letting her drool fall but always pretending it wasn't on porpoise (maybe in the beginning it wasn't hehe) he would end up full of her drool and saliva just from making out. Extra points if he notices she would actively try to squirt on him on porpoise 🫠🫠 and would pay way too much attention to his cum.

Even more extra points if they aren't really dating quite yet. If he says any kind of pet name including the word 'messy' I swear I'll combust (idk why but it sounds hot)

I like to think he would kinda baby them a bit if he noticed, but not too much, just find it kinda funny when he notices that's a kink of hers, but please set the mood to whatever you want!!!

(I've been thinking about this for more time than what's probably healthy. may the universe forgive me) ILY FOR THIS, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH MY SEUNGMIN BRAINROT AS BEEN KILLING ME

getting messy with seungmin <3

warnings: mutual masturbation, squirting

oh 🌸 anon how much i love you…

you and seungmin loved to experiment when it came to exploring more of what you both like. at first he thought you really really liked him, and you do, but the more heated your makeout sessions got the more he’d pull away with his lips being swollen and glossy as if he put on lip gloss. same with you except the drool that leaked from the corners of your lips down to your chin. he’d chuckle and use his thumb to wipe it off, cupping your chin again and pulling you back onto his lips.

then it got to the point where it happened way too often to where his the sleeve of his sweater would be drenched in your saliva due to him having to wipe it off his chin everytime you pulled away. and when he finally mustered up the courage to ask about it you’d pout and say that it’s not your fault, he’s just too hot for you to handle and you want him all to yourself. oh boy does that turn him on since you two haven’t even made things official yet. this whole endeavor started after a drunken hookup, leaving you both craving each other since you two know how to properly make each other feel good.

seungmin especially loves it when he makes you squirt.

the first time it happened, you had told seungmin you wanted to try something out and of course he’s quick to do anything to satisfy you, knowing that in the end he’d leave just as satisfied. this led to you both facing each other, your hand wrapped around seungmin’s length and his fingers fucking themselves into your hole, using your spit as lube upon request. he wasn’t complaining, it felt incredible for the both of you.

he watches how your mouth falls open and your head flies back with each time his long, slender fingers thrust into you, the tips of his fingers graze against your g-spot deliciously. your grip around his cock tightens and his teeth grit, feeling his orgasm creeping into the pit of his stomach. seungmin uses his thumb to circle over your clit, your moans getting high pitched as the sensitivity hits.

“fuck,” seungmin breathes out. “you’re making a mess baby.”

his words alone make your hips buck up, your free hand grabs at seungmins wrist trying to stop what’s about to leave your cunt. it happened once before and you’ve only ever brought yourself to that point. it’s too late to think about how he’d react since his hand has no intentions on stopping, full on slamming his digits inside of you and speeding up when he feels them tighten around them.

it happens fast. your thighs close together and you cry out weakly before it finally gushes out, and it completely catches seungmin off guard as some of it lands onto him. his hand comes to a halt and he pulls his fingers out, your hand on his wrist tightly holding it, trying to desperately pull it back towards you. he’s hesitant at first, but his hand goes to rub fast circles on your clit, more squirt gushing from between your thighs.

seungmin thrusts into your fist the more it lands on him, coming on a low choked sob, cum spurting on your legs. the both of you breathe heavily, one hand behind you to keep yourselves from falling back. you stay like that until your eyes finally flutter open to see seungmin staring at you, the realization of what you just did hitting you. you open your mouth to speak, ready to apologize and tell him you could change and wash his sheets for him.

“i need you to do that for me more.” he beats you to it, breathily laughing and shifting to hover over you to kiss your lips.

now that he knew he was capable of making you squirt, he used that to his best advantage, his hand always finding its way to your clit, whether he has you bent over, on top, on your side, having him on top, grinding on his thigh, or riding his fingers it wouldn’t matter, he wouldn’t let you leave if your juices weren’t on him by the end of the night. he chuckles when he brings you to that point, cooing into your ear, “give me more, angel.”

please remember that this is a pure work of fiction.

[amazingmsme]

Is The Bucket Worth It, Stanley?

AN: Bear with me as I try & catch up on these fics, I've been working on homework a lot. This was really fun to write, the Narrator just opens up a lot of fun possiblities with his powers! Love messing around with that! Here's day 17!

The Narrator watched Stanley with annoyance, tapping his foot. He'd been more obsessed with a stupid bucket than with him. And that was unacceptable, quite frankly. He'd made it clear that he too was interested in the bucket! Yes, Stanley made it look so fascinating that even he was curious as to its unique properties.

"Stanley, I think it's my turn with the bucket now," he said, garnering no response. "Hm? Stanley, don't you agree? I'd like to see the bucket." Stanley hugged the bucket closer.

The Narrator sighed, rubbing at his temple. "Look, I'm not going to steal it, I just want to look at it! I can do that, right?" He was met with a skeptical gaze. "Oh alright fine. You can have the bucket for one more minute, but I'd really appreciate it if you shared after that." He thought he was being rather reasonable.

He left the room for only a moment, but when he popped his head back in, the bucket was nowhere in sight.

"Wha- Where's the bucket?" he asked in shock. Stanley merely shrugged. "What do you mean you don't know? It was just here!"

He caught sight of the tug at the corner of Stanley's lips. Oh, so that's how he wanted to play it...

"Stanley, you have until the count of three to give it back, and then I'll be forced to take drastic measures," he warned. The warning went unheeded.

"One." No answer. "Two." Stanley stared at him, arms crossed. "Three." Okay, they were doing this.

The Narrator sighed, taking off his glasses to clean them nonchalantly. "You're really forcing my hand here. Last chance," he offered him a way out. Just cough up the bucket now and you won't have to worry. Stanley was always a stubborn one.

"Alright, be that way." Before Stanley could question him, the Narrator spoke once more in a clear, deep voice.

"Stanley was in the dark." Suddenly, he couldn't see a thing. A pitch black void stretched before him in every direction. "He tried to move, but found he was tied to a chair." A chill crept up Stanley's spine upon hearing those words, and suddenly he was no longer standing. He sat in a chair, arms and legs tied down.

"He tested the bonds, but they were tight. Not so tight as to hurt, mind you, just tight enough to keep him secure. And the rope wasn't rough or fibrous either, it was soft like silk." As he spoke, Stanley realized he was right: the ropes weresoft and didn't cut into his skin.

"A single light turned on overhead. It wasn't very bright, but in the complete darkness it might as well have been blinding. A silhouette came into view, allowing him a glimpse of his captor." The Narrator stood before him, an incredibly smug smirk in place. Stanley threw his head back, rolling his eyes exaggeratedly.

"Hello again. Now I just need you to answer one simple question. Where did you hide that bucket?" He didn't know why he expected an answer.

"Oh well, you leave me no choice. Always the hard way with you, right Stanley?" he teased. He pulled his hands out from behind his back, wiggling his fingers in the air. "Feel like answering now?"

Stanley's eyes widened and he gulped, but still he shook his head. The Narrator smiled widely.

"Good." He let his hands connect with Stanley's torso, vibrating against his ribcage. His captive jolted away from the touch, biting down on his lip to prevent any laughter from escaping. The Narrator tutted and shook his head.

"Now Stanley, you already know this won't stop until you give me what I want. So I suggest you either cough it up, or get comfortable," he said, not a hint of sympathy in his voice. The Narrator heard a quiet whine slip past his sealed lips and smirked, tracing maddening circles over Stanley's sides.

He slowly ramped up the speed of his fingers, prodding between the spaces of his ribs and scratching lightly over the bones. With a snort, the dam broke and Stanley's bubbly laugh filled the air. He squirmed in his seat, twisting side to side and arching his back, but that only pushed his body into the Narrator's hands. He yelped when his own movements sent wiggling fingers straight into his pits.

"Feel like sharing with the class?" the Narrator asked, but Stanley shook his head. "Okay, more tickles for you then," he said, not even trying to should anything but gleeful.

He worked his way back down, tweaking each rib as he went. Every pinch drew out a different shrill sound and twitch. The Narrator noticed the way the pace of his giggles quickened any time he strayed too close to his belly, and he couldn't let the discovery go unexplored.

"Oh, what this? Does someone have a ticklish tummy?" he started, drawing circles on either side of his stomach. Stanley ducked his head to look away, as if to hide from the teasing.  He shook his head, adamantly denying  it. He was proven wrong when the Narrator wormed a finger in his bellybutton, causing an ear splitting shriek. 

"I'll ask again: where did you put the bucket?" he asked, squeezing his hips in a downright torturous way. Stanley bucked and cackled. The Narrator chuckled and leaned in to whisper, "I know you'll give up sooner or later. But I think we're both hoping it's later." His voice was a deep purr that sent chills up Stanley's spine.

He whined at the accuracy of the assumption, lip trembling in an adorable pout as he still tried to hold back his reactions. The Narrator shook his head and tsked.

"Now now Stanley, don't try and play tough. It only makes me want to break you even more," he taunted, drilling his thumbs in his hip dips. Stanley bucked and thrashed about, but those hands might as well have been glued to his skin.

His laugh turned to breathy frantic giggles when the Narrator began scratching lightly across his lower stomach. He slipped a finger inside his waistband, wiggling against warm sensitive skin. Stanley flushed and let out a giggly yelp.

The Narrator pulled away, allowing him a moment to catch his breath. But that didn't mean he had to be nice to him.

"Stanley knew what he had to do if he wanted this to stop. Either he was so fucking stubborn he refused to give up a metal bucket, or he loved this so much, he wasn't quite ready for it to end. He could feel nervous dread- or was it excitement? building in the pit of his stomach as he saw his captor reach into his jacket and pull out a long fluffy feather," he narrated this song and dance they found themselves in. He hadn't even been wearing a jacket, the idea just came to him. The wide eyed look Stanley gave him was more than worth it.

"So what'll it be? Mercy? Or more?" he asked, twirling the feather between his fingers. Stanley gulped, barely containing giddy snickers as he shook his head. "More it is then."

The Narrator brandished the tool with a flourish and swept it across his neck from ear to ear, as if he was slitting his throat. It sure as hell felt like he was being murdered.

He fluttered the soft plumes over his ears, sending him into giddy, shrill laughter and breathy snorts.

The Narrator leaned in to speak directly in his ear while he tortured the other with the feather. "As you continue to laugh yourself silly, I want you to really think: is the bucket worth it?"

[sharb]

Sharb's SAGE 2023 recommendation list

SAGE is over and I've taken a look through some really good games this week. Wanted to shout out some of the ones I thought were really cute in no particular order.

With over 200 games I can't play through and recomend all of them so please if you're interested in any of these I recomend going to https://sagexpo.org/games.html andlooking at some of the other games available.

These are just the games I've played, if you don't see your game here that's not a comment on the game's quality, just what I had time to check out.

Remember to click the thumbnails to get access to the game's pages

I was immediately interested in B.U.D.D. for it's art and references to games like wonder boy, what really surprised me about it was the humor as it's actually funny in a cute way.

If you like wonder boy or classic sega adventure games I can't recommenced B.U.D.D. enough.

@cyanroxanne pitched this to me as a SHMUP for people that have trouble getting into SHMUP games, after playing the demo and taking a minute to figure out how the game works I actually had a lot of fun with it. I could definitely recommend this to people who wanna get started with the genre, really amazing art too feels like it's a treat just seeing what the next area looks like.

RPG games can be really hard to push on SAGE because of how many games there are to go through and how long they can take to complete, a lot of streamers tend to pass over them for the sake of time so they can cover more games.

So here's my RPG recomendation, Cubenen Gardens is a game being made by @thegamedawg who actually got me to play test his game months ago, the game's still in development but what I've got to mess with so far the game's strongest aspect is it's characters and world building as you help Micheal (the saddest sopping wet creature on the planet) navigate a mall trying to find a rare monster but gets wrapped in more and more conflict.

David gets keen is really short but it has a really strong gameflow to it, my only gripes with it is that the ability HUD could be given more clear graphics as your moves are represented by circles which can make it hard to figure out what they belong to without pressing their corresponding buttons.

Beyond that the grass stage is amazing, playing the level normally gives you a pretty average platformign game but when you start building up speed using your spin move on slopes you can get to insane speeds and just fly through the level skipping puzzles and enemies and clearing the level in seconds, it's really fun when you get the hang of it.

@wootinaboot

Meander land is a really small game by @whiskerfjords game's really fun to play casually, I thought the story and characters were really cute and I'm actually really excited to see what Whisker makes next.

Out-class Hunter from @7hrone returns again with a brand new level to check out, it's a return to Doom style third persons games, specifically SRB2, it's been fun following the development of this game and watching it improve each demo.

Lemme know if you can find the cool cactus, you'll know which one I'm talking about if you follow my games ;)

Prototype N is just a really really solid action platformer game from @arriettylunaris each level has a lot of thought put into it's design and the weapon combinations can be a lot of fun to mess with, I really can't recomend Prototype N enough.

I can't get over how much character personality this game oozes, feels like around every door I'm going to run into something new I like either being a character or a game mechanic that's just fun to mess with, each character brings their own moves and their levels take advantage of a lot of their movements.

I'd compare this to those old 90's Disney game adaptations but this game easily out does them in terms of design as the designs look like they were ripped right out of an old 1940's cartoon shorts.

Peak meme aside, I actually had a lot of fun playing this, Super Freaks is a fun lil platformer game with references to a tonne of other works, you probably saw this game referenced countless times this Sage but it is just really goofy fun, tho I would really recommend playing this with friends if you can, game feels like it was designed around the kind of multiplayer chaos, if you saw the stream I was part of you can see why.

Sorry to all my friends who have heard me talking about this game all week non stop and seeing me reverse engineer SMBX 2 to [redacted] but this was easily my favorite game this SAGE if not the most replay-able, I keep booting this up just to try and make it thought the level as quick as I can.

So if you're like me you've probably been seeing @punkitt-is-here s pony comics or more specifically, the Susan Tax payer comic and the charm, humor and personalities of all of them absolutely coats this game.

It requires a bit of set up, you have to download SMBX2.0 separately in order to play this and SMBX has it's own set of issues that kinda bleed over into some of the issues in the game that need to be ironed out but beyond that this is a really fun demo to play and I absolutely can't wait to see where this goes.

Techpack currently is one Namco inspired arcade game, Tech has put a tonne of time and research into how to nail the old arcade style. The only thing holding it back right now is that the only game available is really simple and short, but man I'd be kicking myself if I didn't mention the presentation on it alone is enough for me to recommend checking this out, really reminds me of the old Namco collection games on playstation.

Now put my rabbit in as one of the cameos :gun_emoji:

Ok that's all the indies I could cover, some honerable mentions that I've been wanting to check out include

kid bubblegame JLFJ 2 Veggocalypse Mekanikko

As for the fangames I've played

Here's a game I wasn't expecting I'd be recommending, Mushroom Kingdom Fusion has been in development for over 15 years and always felt to me about quantity over quality but this new demo really impressed me.

The game is starting to take shape and there's actual structure to everything where as before it was just an open sand pit for them to figure out what to do with.

There's still a lot to be done but what's here is just a blast to mess around with. something really satisfying about struggling with a level, switching over to Samus and just blasting all the enemies and bosses away, tho I assume these characters will be unlocked in the final game as most of them are completely over powered.

This does bring me to one complaint though, Mario needs a buff. Mario is by far the hardest as he has few defense options and a lack of a health bar that almost everyone else have a huge advantage over him, and Mario having a health bar isn't too far removed from games like SMB2 and the modern 3D games.

But regardless I never thought I'd play this game and actually try to beat levels so I could see more, secret hunting is finally rewarding and expanding and finding more of the world is really fun. The game's length is absolutely HUGE, one world is about the size of an average Mario game which is insane.

And I'm really happy to see that loading has been optimized tho I don't know if that's because I'm running a machine that's not made 15 years ago.

@velacosmos has been working hard on creating a new Demo for SAGE and this one actually surprised me.

Taking influence from mario maker 2, Shang Mu Architect is a Freedom planet challenge level maker. which is quite impressive on it's own but has a tonne of extras.

Namely now there's actually a story mode to go along with the game, truth be told I'm not too big into freedom planet's cast to really know how well this game captures their personality but I still think it's really cool to actually have something that doubles as a proper freedom planet fangame since as far as I'm aware we're yet to see an actual game that actually follows the original games style.

Your mileage is definitely going to depend on how much you enjoyed the original freedom planet but I definitely think this is worth checking out.

Of the top of my head way back when stealth was pitching a mobile port of sonic 3, I swear I remember one of the ideas was expanding the match stages into full fledged level.

Sonic 3 Chronicles is an interesting "what if" scenerio where after angel island instead of falling into Hydrocity Sonic and co continue past the cutscene area and into the endless mine from match making.

I never really thought of those match stages as being connected to the main stages but this does a rpetty decent job of introducing new gimmicks and mechanics to go along with those stages.

The game is definitely rough around the edges and needs a lot of tightening up but what's here is a cute game that does it's best to follow sonic 3.

Also Mighty is here... I don't know why but thank you.

Gatoslip is a hack of Sonic the hedgehog created by @vadapega a very small demo with a tonne of personality put into it.

Yes, this is a hack, you're going to need an emulator in order to play it. Now which emulator do I recommend?

Probably the steam workshop if you still have your copy of sonic 1 before SEGA took it off the store page.

Vada's always been an inspiration for my art and it's great to see him finally go for something that really expresses his personality. The writing's great, the battles are really cute and I love the strategies for defeating enemies. Game's filled to the brim with visual gags with one gag in particular giving a lot of "replay value" (you'll know what I mean when you beat it)

can't wait to see where this ends up.

Again check out

https://sagexpo.org/games.html if you haven't yet, this just scratches the surface of what's available and there's a tonne of great games I looked over in this list.

[crxssjae]

Strengthen

Summary:

How appealing to meet an adventurer who saved him from further confrontation. Besides, it's not like the inventor has been "fine"—though the adventurer is going to change it.

a/n: This one-shot is not a samijey/jeysami ship in this steampunk au. Sami is an inventor, while Jey is an adventurer. Ngl, it's one of the most difficult one-shot I've ever written, but I pulled it off well.

Some characters are mentioned, though not appearing.

Also posted on AO3 (here) and Wattpad (here).

Other WWE fics and samijey/jeysami fics are posted on my WWE masterlist here.

Word Count: 2,975

Warning(s): slight angst, but mostly fluff and a happy ending

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Sami Zayn isn't quick. If he had the speed to leave, this situation wouldn't be a whole cycle in weeks or months. Visit the workshop, create inventions, and be satisfied like his customers as an inventor. Sad to say, the schedule got sidetracked.

He got caught in something he didn't do, receiving an ambush, and that is going back to work.

First time? No. Second time? Not close. Many times? Yes, a thousand times yes.

For the past hour or two, he'd been collecting materials outside the city. Whatever places are sorted, everything needs to be required so he can make citizens, even himself adore. Without equipment filled—it couldn't work like a recipe gone wrong.

His hours had other meanings during the afternoon.

Trash bins scattered along the rotten garbage in the alley apart from the muffled bustling crowd with steam mobile cars zooming on the street outside. Old lights twinkled in a few abandoned buildings, overcasting fading shadows behind four people. One of them is Sami.

Back pressed against the wall, already a mess on his tattered yet smudged clothes and little cracks on the goggles around his neck as his disheveled hair fluttered. Sami's face paled, wide-eyed in terror at the three figures; those men all wore bowler hats with scowls across their faces.

Not this again, he wondered with a whine.

"You gonna speak now?" a tall man with a low, gruff voice sneered. "We've been waiting three days for our weapons to be retrieved, and you got some nerve to slack around behind our backs?!" His face inched closer to Sami's. "Care for an explanation?"

Sami swallowed a gulp. No escape routes, no bystanders to check what's going on. At this rate, yelling for help won't do any good.

He peered at the two men. One is well-toned with an aggravated expression, while the other is shorter than him, patience wearing thin. Sami averted as soon as possible back to the tall one in the group.

"Uh…" Sami's voice quivered, close to high-pitched, but made sure to be polite. "I… I have to find requirements on fixing them like I told you a couple of times, gentlemen. It's not simple to fix them right away in one day. You know how I—"

"There you go again!" the well-toned man barked, interrupting. "Searching, searching, searching! Is that all you do now?! Throughout these few weeks, you've been standing in our way, and now you won't do anything that we said for the past three days!"

"Technically, it was five weeks before the three days hit," Sami muttered.

"What did you say?!"

"Nothing, nothing!"

The shorter man snorted, cracking his knuckles. "Don't act scared, big mouth."

"I-I didn't mean to!" he interjected. "At least let me go!"

"Unless you give our weapons to us," the well-toned man said.

A lingering fear fixated within Sami's eyes. Fight, fight, fight repeated in his mind, itching and clawing the rumbling anger inside, giving the pressure away to stand up for himself.

No, that'll give everything away of who I am, he thought.

He took a deep breath, clearing the sudden aggression. All the bragging from the thugs or crooks, whatever Sami called them, almost snapped an instinct to fight.

Everything will cost the sanity and reputation of how they look at him if he unleashes the aggression.

Monster. Violent. Murderer. Criminal. Anyone will utter names without hearing the real reasons.

No one will care.

No one.

Sami had to take matters into his own hands. Kill them with kindness. Foolish, he knows, though he can try.

"Okay," Sami spoke and glanced at the tall man. "I understand your frustration. I understand you and your friends are impatient. But…"

He paused, then showed a genuine smile. The crooks each arched their brows at his change of demeanor.

"Your request has been denied."

Oh, they can tell the seriousness in his tone. Sami saw the tall man stepping back, eyes widened alongside the other two men, as he steadied to make sure they understood. From the looks of it, their expression changed from shock to something unexpected.

The tall man's expression grew grim, gritting his teeth. "You…!" he trailed off. His hands reached out and grasped Sami on the collar of his shirt, pulling him close. "You think you can cancel our requests? You're looking damn stupid right now!"

"So? I wouldn't be pushed down like a ragdoll by a bunch of wannabes who couldn't cope with their behaviors!"

Wide-eyed, Sami realized the words he said before covering his mouth. A juggle amount of apologies doesn't help, and neither does the warning against the men.

The tall man curled his fist. His arm drew back, aiming for the face with a punch, and fell on deaf ears of Sami's pleas. Sami couldn't process before shutting his eyes—as the leader's fist inched closer.

Nothing new or surprising. Bruised eye, swollen cheek, letting customers and guests see what happened like a bunch of nosy strangers. Nice "look," they say, how ironic.

Then, everything went black.

Seconds passed—a startled grunt rumbled in the tall man's throat. Sami opened his eyes; he thought he'd be beaten into a pulp again till he let out another gasp. It didn't happen.

He couldn't believe who he saw. A messy black-haired man with goggles and a necklace wrapped on his neck, dark eyes hardened in an icy glare. His fingerless glove hand tightened in a vice grip on the man's wrist, whose face scrunched in pain.

"You know," he began, tone thinned with coldness, "you shouldn't harm my buddy when I'm around."

Sami's brows furrowed in confusion. Since when did he and the adventurer become friends with a stranger he didn't know about? They never met.

What? B-Buddy? I've never—

"So you better leave with your no-good gentlemen. Otherwise, things could get dirty if you don't." the adventurer warned before releasing the grip.

The tall man rubbed his wrist while narrowing a glare. "This is none of your concern, boy! Stay out of it!"

"Well, I'm in the situation. Don't make me say it."

The shorter man's mouth opened to interject, but the adventurer's gaze pierced the same answer. He and the well-toned crooks didn't let out a peep, exiting the alley without adding fuel to the fire. The tall man, however, glared at the adventurer, a sign meant to watch his back, following ahead where his buddies left.

A sigh of relief escaped Sami's lips, thankful to be alive if it wasn't for the adventurer. He gave a genuine smile. "Um… sir?"

The adventurer turned his head, lips pursed. "What up?"

"Look," Sami let out a sharp exhale, "I know we met just now, but I want to say thank you for saving me."

"Uh-huh, and I'm not old. Don't call me sir." the adventurer responded in a flat tone. "So, what's your name?"

"Sami." His hand shot out in front of him. "Nice to meet you."

"Jey." The adventurer responded, accepting the handshake.

Sami released Jey's hand, scratching the back of his head. He couldn't help but respond. "Um, thank you—"

"Stop apologizing! I saved your butt, you're alive, and now we got our names," he grumbled. "Sheesh, you sound like a wreck."

"Ah— I'm sorry." Sami fidgeted his fingers. "It's just I'm... I'm surprised someone like you would swoop in and save me." His voice lowered in a whisper. "Nobody… nobody did until now."

"Nobody? No one?" Jey repeated.

Sami shook his head.

"Oh man," Jey scratched his beard, "no wonder you're actin' like a scaredy cat."

Sami's eyes shot up in shock. "I-I wasn't scared!" he retorted. "I'm brave!"

"No, you weren't, I can tell."

Sami glanced back, about to respond, but his eyes fell to where Jey's finger pointed, a secured bracelet on his wrist. Its energy hummed with the matter of reasoning, though Sami himself couldn't tell, so why is Jey the only notice?

"That bracelet, what is it?" Jey questioned.

"It's… a bracelet. An ordinary bracelet, of course."

Lie.

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is." A nervous chuckle betrayed the truth from Sami's answer.

Jey somehow isn't irritated but understood a little. "Then why does a 'bracelet' glow when danger occurs?"

Another question caught Sami off guard like a knife stabbed a couple of wounds over its heart.

Lie, lie again so he can get off my back. Maybe he'll… he'll leave just like everyone else.

"Hello? Are you there?"

Sami's eyes fluttered open, his expression softened. "Uh… I— well…" he sighed before admitting. "This bracelet… is no ordinary bracelet." Lips curved a shaky smile. "It's a gauntlet."

"... What?" Jey said, anger bubbling in his voice, left eye twitching.

His smile faltered. "A gauntlet. Is there a problem?"

"It is a problem, man!" Jey lashed out, causing Sami to flinch from the outburst. "Why the hell didn't you use the gauntlet to fight back those who... who were pickin' and threaten' your life?! Do you think lettin' yourself be silent make them go away and let you escape?"

"I don't tolerate myself to violence! I'm an inventor, not a fighter!" he fired back.

"Fine," a huff escaped Jey's lips, "then how about this, inventor?" He stepped forward, staring into Sami's eyes with a glint of determination. "Where's your workshop?"

"Why do you want to know? You screamed your head off like a maniac, and now you want to visit?"

"I wasn't screaming my head off!"

"You're doing it now!"

"No, I'm not!" Jey crossed his arms and turned his head to the side. "Just, just a force of habit…" he confessed under his breath.

Sami rolled his eyes. How is he supposed to believe after Jey demonstrated seconds ago? He got saved, now having a fuss with an adventurer's temper.

But a tingling feeling made his heart pound, a thump through his chest. Fear isn't one, as Sami gazed at Jey, who had his lips sealed. This man, this adventurer—he's different from other customers and guests.

Though something was missing, Sami couldn't wrap his finger. For the time being, he'll wait.

"Want me to lead you to my workshop?" Sami asked.

Jey unfolded his arms. "Yeah, I guess." he stammered.

That made Sami's smile wide. He grasped Jey's hand, firm but gentle. The fabric of the glove brushed over his palm. "Let's get going, shall we, mister?"

"Hey, I'm not that old!" Jey interjected before Sami pulled and began to run, forcing him to follow with a stumble.

No way would Sami ever listen while excitement took over his heart.

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Sami confessed himself: he hadn't let his ears ring to the overlaying conversations from citizens in the city, nor seeking the districts full of exposed gears and pipes on unpolished, steel buildings. Mechanical birds flapped across the navy sky with fluffy clouds above, greeting cheerful chirps. He grinned at the peaceful sight.

Jey, on the other hand, wanted to visit Sami's workshop and look around whether he liked it or not.

A few minutes later, they arrived at the workshop. Sami fumbled in his pocket and took out a key, then unlocked and opened the door.

Gaping, curiosity glinted in Jey's eyes. Few gadgets were polished and completed, thanks to its shine from the light on the ceiling. He stared in amazement, admiring the work Sami did. His fingers smoothed one of them, surprised when he saw the project of a camera. Simple—though tough to make.

After staring at the camera, Jey pulled his hand back and narrowed his eyes at Sami, who tweaked one of the current gadgets with a screwdriver. He cocked his head—the inventor hasn't spoken since entering the shop.

No tours, no explanations, Sami goes straight to work.

Weird.

"So, uh, cool shop." Jey cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "I admit, you worked your butt off on these things."

"They're not called 'things'." Sami retorted. He didn't bother to glance over. "Either gadgets or inventions are fine. All of them are important to me and the people in this city."

"Uh-huh. I know, smart guy."

"Good. Sit and wait for me, will you?"

"And let you pass out, man?" Jey said. "I'm not sure…"

"Oh, I'm sure." Sami laughed. "Trust me, this one is the simplest. It'll be quick. No fainting allowed."

"... Alright, I guess." he sighed, sitting across the workbench beside him, watching the invention unfold.

Sami shot a confused look, his other hand on the screwdriver hovering. "Uh, what are you doing?"

"Waitin'. You told me, remember?"

"Yeah, I did, though you do realize there's another chair right behind me."

Jey rolled his eyes. "Stayin' beside you is better."

"Oh, boy, here comes the handful." Sami couldn't utter anything else when Jey gave an icy glare through his soul. He gulped and continued working. "Never mind…"

His troubling mouth, what an idiot. He doesn't let a stranger sit beside him, seeing as a cause led to an unfocused concentration. So why did Sami let Jey sit beside the first place?

How unfortunate—he doesn't know either.

Something felt off once more. Between them, an exhale escaped Jey's lips. Sami couldn't tell whether or not boredom had something to do with his mood, so he kept his mouth shut, not pushing the adventurer to the edge.

"You know, you kinda remind me of my brother." Jey blurted out all of a sudden.

Sami paused with a quizzical look. "Your brother?"

"Yeah." Jey withdrew a necklace tucked under his shirt, tugging a smile. "He acts a bit crazy, over the top, and isn't afraid, unlike you."

"Don't get me started on the fear part. I told you a thousand times." Sami reminded him.

"Whatever you say."

"One joke about me being scared, you're leaving. Understand?"

"Alright, alright," Jey replied, his hands raised. "Those jokes are off limits, I promise."

Sami side eyed him, unsure but continued. "What's your brother's name?"

Jey put his hands down, smiling. "Jimmy, my twin brother."

"T-Twin brother?!" he exclaimed.

"Yep," Jey unsealed the necklace to reveal a photo of him and Jimmy, both mirroring their grins. "He's the one on the right."

Sami took a closer look. "Wow. He doesn't even look hard-headed unlike you." he joked.

"Thanks— hey! I'd thought you said we laid off the jokes!"

"I mean, you already—"

"No, I don't, and you better stop lyin'!"

"Okay, I'll stop," Sami said with a half-chuckle, seeing Jey pursed his lips. "What now?"

"Liar."

"Hey, I'm pointing out the things I see. Is that fine with you?"

He shook his head, cracking a smile. "Shut your mouth and do your work."

"Oh, now you're threatening me?"

With grins, they guffawed at their argument. Sami settled the screwdriver aside and clutched his stomach with tears running down his face while Jey held Sami's arms, grinning ear to ear.

Once Sami simmered down, he stared at the undone gadget, then Jey, who still had a laughing fit. Strange—he's supposed to dislike him and be skeptical of his attitude. And yet, he recalled Jey saving him from those thugs who threatened and almost took his life.

He's not bad. He's not a bad person.

A memory flashed in his mind. His two friends grinning with their eyes gleaming with joy. Oh, it'll hurt his jaw more after this.

Kev. Becks. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to be free once in a while, like Jey.

Sami made a decision.

"I'm taking a break!" he interrupted, beaming.

Jey stopped, taking a breath or two from laughing. "Really? You haven't finished your work yet."

"Well, change of plans! How about we go somewhere to eat? I haven't taken a break for four hours, so…"

"What?!" Jey yelled in horror.

Sami flinched and twiddled his thumbs. "Uh, I… didn't…"

Great work, Sami. You shouldn't say anything because he's a damn hothead!

"Oh my God, man!" Jey groaned, bothered. "You're tellin' me you've straight up work without a sense to taking a break?! You could make yourself pass out!"

"Y-Yes, but—"

"Uh-uh. No excuses. At least…" Jey sighed in frustration. "At least stop being coped in the shop for a while, okay?"

Sami's lips parted to speak but pressed them in a flat line. He tore his gaze from Jey's and stared at the floor like a troubled child.

"Okay?" Jey repeated, voice soft yet stern.

"Okay…" Sami whispered.

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He understood. Somehow, not always. Jey understood him like reading a book, though still annoying.

Fresh clothes, no longer filthy after a shower—Sami left the bathroom and glanced at Jey. Flashing a bright smile showed how grateful he is.

"So, um, which place do you want to go?" Sami asked, adjusting his collar.

"Hmm," Jey hummed, placing a hand on his hip. "I'd thought we could eat at the tavern and get to know each other. Then we can walk, talk more about ourselves again, and introduce my brother and your friends. And finally," he held out his arms, wrapping Sami in a hug before leaning to his ear with a whisper, "you can close your shop for a couple of weeks, remindin' people you'll be taking a break, and relax."

Friends. Relax. Sami must've forgotten what he does for life. With his heart beating over his chest, the fluttering sensation tingled again.

Warmth.

He tightened the hug back, his head leaning against the shoulder, not sure of the words he wanted to respond to. All he can think of is warmth and trust.

Maybe he can thank him with words this time.

"You're too nice. Thank you," he murmured.

Jey smiled, fingers caressing his hair. "Don't be slick."

"I know, but thank you."

A new life changed ahead of Sami other than being an inventor stuck every day in the workshop.

And it's all thanks to Jey, who is a good friend as an adventurer.

[The End]

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Thank you for reading!

[cevans-is-classic]

High-pitched beeping jerked his head towards the star fighter. R5 should be in sleep mode — maybe Grogu climbed onto its back again.

Djarin didn't see Grogu on the Droid, nor was the Droid awake.

More beeping sounds — longer — coming rapidly in a distressed pattern.

Wait.

Did something happen to you and grogu and Karga sent a messenger droid — Dank Ferrick he should have gone with you instead of-

"Here we are."

You, grogu and an older looking exploration Droid walked towards the house. The Droid kept whirring, beeping, legs shaky with each step, and he could see black marks scorched on it. It must have stumbled into a lava field.

It wobbled when it stood still. It's odd shaped head moving up and down, left and right. The eyes whirred, clicked as it wobbled from side to side.

Grogu smacked a hand against its leg, and it beeped at him.

"Hey, kid, we're nice to friends, remember?" You tutted at him.

Grogu patted the Droid softer this time, two quick pats followed by a gurgled coo at it.

"Friends?"

You looked his way and smiled, "Found this guy wandering 'round. It said it was on a rebel ship when it crashed down," it beeped next to you, "It's been here a while. Said the lava messed up a lot of its tracking devices. Look, it's missing an antenna! Have you ever tried to triangulate without an antenna?"

"Uh. Yes"

"You don't have an antenna, Din Djarin, that was a rhetorical question. I was playing sympathy for the Droid- oh-" You dropped in front of it, letting Grogu crawl into your lap.

The Droid shook again and turned its head left and right with rapid speed.

Djarin came up beside you, "You speak binary?"

"Eh, kinda."

"Didn't know that."

"Never told you." You reached out to touch the Droid. Its red paint was faded, little lines of yellow long since scuffed away

He could see where the tip of its head suffered damage.

"This is BD-14." It beeped two slow beeps, "I know little guy." Grogu waved a hand toward the Droid, all three fingers wiggling to touch what was out of his reach.

"Says it's been months since he's seen his owners. I feel like it might have been longer. Look," You pointed to the back of its head where the blacked metal met its neck, "They don't do BD Droids with vent ports anymore. My guess — this little guy was on a fighter that got taken down — landed here — fell into a lava pit and lost some of its hard drive on the way out."

One long, drawn out, monotone beep followed your words.

Grogu made his own drawn-out noise and leaned forward to touch its leg.

"Okay."

"I wanna clean 'em up. Maybe you can bring him to Peli? She could always use another Droid."

An indignant squeak came from his son, who turned his large eyes on you and gurgled.

"Hey, Lucky Green, he's a missing Droid. If we fix him up and his tracking system starts working — there's no guarantee it'll be the new republic that'll come running."

Large eyes turned to him with a deep, watery look that made Djarin sigh.

"We might be able to have the Anzellans look at him."

Grogu perks up and makes a hugging motion with a gleeful coo.

Djarin pointed a finger, "Both of you behave."

"Oh! I've never met the Anzellans! This is going to be fun, wait, I should -" He isn't sure what you should do before you disappeared into the house.

Grogu patted BD-14's leg again and gurgled.

"Let's see what we can do." He reached down to pick up his son, "No hugging them this time."

Grogu's ears drooped

Pedro Masterlist

[illnessfaker]

~reclamation~ is not nearly as a big of a deal as most people make it out to be imo but i also don't necessarily decide my comfort around who can ~reclaim~ what words based solely off what someone has actually been called honestly. the only context in which i've been called a cripple is when i sprained my ankle once (though this happened as a result of being wrongbodied) and it wasn't even done with malicious intent. that's not why i call myself a cripple. conversely, i don't think i have any business ~reclaiming~ the r-slur because when people have called me what they're basically doing is using intellectual disability - something i do not have - as an insult, so they're using their prejudice against someone else's experience as a weapon against me. it's ableist regardless but like the venom behind that word is the dehumanization of intellectually disabled people. and frankly i think "well i'm not id and i've been called it, so" is a especially a weak argument in that case cause like. basically everyone and their mother has been called that word lol it's entered the common public lexicon in the same way that faggot has.

like, all slur ~reclamation~ stuff for me is a facetious way of indicating my relationship to sociocultural norms in the same way labels that aren't slurs do (trans, disabled, etc.) i call myself a cripple (or dynamically crippled) because the way in which i move my disabled body, particular in terms of speed, is not to the expectations of able-bodied society and it is something i have been socially punished for since birth. i will occasionally call myself a faggot not only because i'm an effeminate gender mess who likes men but also because it feels like the best way of articulating my relationship to gender as someone who's been read and essentially classified as an effeminate gender mess since i was a kid. i call myself queer because my gender and sexual orientation situation often doesn't slot under more specific labels and it is at odds with the expectations of heteronormative society. these words as slurs are symbolic of the workings of broader power structures (faggot as punishment for transfemininity and gbq manhood or experiences perceived in alignment with such; cripple as punishment for mobility impairment or experiences perceived as in alignment with such; queer as punishment for being not cis and/or straight or experiences perceived as in alignment with such) so it's never been about who gets called what from my perspective, it's about the symbolism and the ideas being communicated, or the sociocultural norms that are being replicated and reinforced via language.

but it's also a show of what groups of people in society i see myself as sharing enough of an experience or embodiment to, in a sense, at least consider us "siblings" if we are not apart of the same communities. and these reasons are why i get pissed off when other cafab nb people call themselves fags or throw around the word faggot while other times treating gbq men or gnc men solely like they're the butt of a joke rather than a marginalized group that they make it clear through their actions that they don't see themselves as apart of in any significant capacity. that's why i get pissed at able-bodied nd people pitching a fit because a physically disabled person who tragically left this world on their own terms started an internet movement that explicitly didn't include them because "able-bodied" and "cripple" are...surprise... mutually-exclusive social locations and just because we're all disabled doesn't mean we need to be obfuscating difference. like it just seems to me like most people just wanna be edgy and say forbidden(tm) words, or in terms of the able-bodied nd people who act like the big bad cripples(tm) that are strangers on social media are "gatekeeping" shit, they outright seem to be playing the victim in circumstances in which they are most assuredly not because they fail to recognize the privilege they hold even if they are also subject to social marginalization.

this isn't me saying you gotta pass some kind of test or be somehow virtuous in the way in which you ~reclaim~ slurs. that'd be fucking ridiculous. but the way in which you view these things can often be pretty indicative of the way in which you address or feel about certain topics/groups of people. if someone tells you "you shouldn't use the r-slur if you're not intellectually disabled because it's using intellectual disability as an insult" and you go "well it's been used against me too, so" the way i read that is "i don't care (about the broader things that this represents.)"

[foxy-writes]

I finally had her.

I finally had Vivian Torrance, the woman I had been watching for damn near two years, in my possession. And the best part? She could never leave. It helps that I happen to know that just as she's gotten under my skin, I've burrowed my way into her very being leaving the two of us chained together for what I can only hope is forever because there's no way in hell I was letting her go anytime soon.

I couldn't help but watch as she paced the room as though she were a caged animal yet still observing just how much detail I had put into her room. 

I know I should be working but I knew I wouldn't be able to focus knowing Vivian was under my roof, sleeping just two doors down from me.

"You should really let me out" She said, staring at the camera for what must've been the fifth time already but I didn't respond, simply watching as the realization that I was in fact ignoring her settled over her features. 

"Magnus you better let me out or my brother is going to be worried" she threatened before throwing herself on the bed her eyes going glassy as I walked out of the monitor room.

I was going to make her wait, it was the least she could do after I went through the effort of purchasing her to begin with, not that she could've been with anybody else but still the point still stood. Walking into my office I was quick to pull up the camera footage on one of my monitors so I could supervise Vivian as I worked. 

Not that much work got done as Vivian stopped begging to be released and instead inched her way up the bed slowly as though she were putting on a show with an audience of one. I knew she'd enjoy my plan much more than she let on but I wasn't sure exactly how much she'd enjoy it once it was settled that I wouldn't be joining her in the room.

I didn't want to turn her into an obedient pet but I wasn't going to allow her to act like a brat. And she was anything but obedient as she slowly stripped out of her bloody shirt. 

Her eyes staring deep into the camera as she continued stripping, the sight of her naked body on the other side of the screen going straight to my cock as it twitched to life under my desk.

It only got harder to control myself as she spread herself wide open right in the camera's view leaving me hard as rock as I watched her hands knead her breasts before traveling down her body until they were right where I wanted to be. 

Even with the quality of the footage being less than perfect it was easy to see just how much she got off on the idea of being locked away as her arousal soaked the sheets below her. As her fingers began slowly rubbing at her clit her back arched off the bed a quiet moan just barely reaching me through the speakers.

"Fuck this shit" I muttered to myself before popping the button on my slacks, my eyes don't leave the screen as my pants slide down my thighs and pool around my ankles. As my hands made contact with my cock, precum already appearing at the tip I watched as her fingers dipped in and out of her entrance slowly as though she were testing the waters. Stroking myself in time with her thrusts was going to kill me at this pace but I stuck with it, watching as she fucked herself on her fingers. 

As her speed increased I could tell she was close, her moans raising in pitch as she came with my name on her tongue her back arching off the bed as she kept fucking herself through her orgasm her back arching off the bed so sweetly as my own release swept through me harder than it ever has before. "Ah fuck!" I grunted as I released onto my hand and slacks before softening in my grip.

Tucking myself back into my pants, I watched as Vivian slowly got out of bed, her legs clearly shaking, and began gathering everything she'd need to shower. 

Deciding to let her shower without an audience this time since it was clear she wasn't the only one who'd made a mess of themselves I shutdown my computer with a sigh. I really did have work to do but I wasn't about to do it wearing cum stained slacks.

A knock on my office door had me pushing my chair further under the desk in an attempt to hide the mess I'd made that was quickly becoming uncomfortable as it dried. 

"Yo, Magnus, are you in there?" My long time friend and pain in my ass Theo called from the other side "yeah" I grunted before the door opened and Theo came strutting inside only to settle in a seat across from me with an almost knowing smile on his face.

"I heard you made a purchase today," he chuckled, confirming that despite my efforts to keep it on the low, Lucien just couldn't help but spread the word of his daughter's engagement. 

"I did, is that a problem?" I asked, narrowing my eyes as if daring him to say something stupid. Despite being my oldest and closest friend it wasn't often he approved of my rash decisions "I just hope you know what you're doing" he sighed, his easy going smile slipping off his face "your uncle isn't going to be happy about this" I hadn't even thought of my uncle and that must've been clear as Theo let out another exasperated sigh.

"Do you think he'll still come to the wedding?" I asked curiously not really seeing a problem. My uncle and I had always been close so I doubt he'd have a problem with this little game of mine. 

"Oh he'll definitely be there," Theo nodded excitedly just waiting for the drama as always. 

[turquoisetuber]

Here we go!!!

⚔️ (Crossed Swords) - What weapon(s) do they wield or specialize in, if any in particular? Any special properties? Do their weapons have names or epithets? [e.g. MK’s Galaxia, Morpho’s Doomblade]

🪄 (Magic Wand) - Are they capable of wielding magic? Is it a learned skill, or is it innate? What sorts of spells can they cast? Do they possess any magical items or artifacts? [e.g. the Dimensional Mantle]

💫 (Shooting Star) - If they were to wish on a clockwork star, like Galactic Nova or Star Dream, what would they wish for?

☀️ (Sun) - What’s their morning routine like? Do they take a lot of time getting ready in the morning? How do they groom themselves? What are they having for breakfast?

♟️ (Pawn) - Does your OC get possessed easily, or do they have the willpower to fight back against any possible attempts? Have they been possessed before?

Sorry if this is too much... For your sillies :3 (anyone :D)

no such thing as too much!!!! lets do this!!

⚔️ - for everyone!

Jade: sword! it's actually Galaxia's sister sword, but i've yet to decide a name for it!! oops 😅

Hazel: HEAVILY modified spear! she made it into a part-harpoon, too!

Everest: sword! but specifically a claymore he kinda stole from his childhood home (but. he earned it!)

Vander: knives!! homeboy has so many knives!! his favorite is a pitch black one that his cousin made him!

Peri: much like jade, a sword!!

🪄 for everyone!!

Jade: healing and light magic - learned, and speed magic - innate!

Hazel - fire magic - innate, and pyrokenisis (aka controlling flames) - learned!

Everest - ice magic - innate, and cryokenisis (aka controlling ice) - learned!

Vander - foresight and teleportation - innate, and improved accuracy - learned!

Peri - commanding dark matter - learned, and prophetic dreams - innate (but uncontrolled!!)

💫 for.... Vander! (i dont talk about him enough)

now, my crew is VERY wary of novas for a... very specific reason. but... given the chance to SAFELY wish, Vander would wish to simply live a happy life with his partners and family. that's all he needs!

☀️ for... Hazel!

Hazel is NOT an early bird. at all. she's very content waking up at 11AM every day XD

her morning routine usually it to wake up, brush out her hair and put it up into her signature ponytail, get dressed and ready for the day, and then do whatever! it takes maybe 15 minutes max (unless she's got some formal event, then she takes at least an hour)

as for what she eats for preakfast, usually something quick like a granola bar. anymore she spends most of her time working as a mechanic or messing around with her best friends, so she obviously wants to get to that as quick as she can!! :D

♟️for... Jade!

Jade is VERY ahrd to posess. her soul is made of mostly dream matter as opposed to soul matter which (in my au) is what makes kirby immune to dark matter!

however possesion is possible! but combine the resistance with her abnormally strong willpower, then.. well, it's really hard.

but not impossible.

she's been posessed twice, once by forgo's influence where she was saved by everest, and the FIRST time..

let's just say that wasn't normal dark matter.

[oh-lord-its-autumn]

I work night shift but for the past 2 days I've been on dayshift. Let me tell you how different it is.

It's 5am. Why are you saying good morning to me? You don't know me. You aren't a worker at the gas station. You're at the pump like me.

It's too early to be this energetic, chill.

The sunrise is surprisingly long. Like when the sun sets you like at it, go inside for 10 mins, come back out, and it's pitch black. That's not happening. The sky goes from all these nice pinks and oranges to just bright blue.

People are either going 10 miles under the speed limit or 10 over. No in-between.

Why is no one watching for deer? It's still dark out. You could still hit one.

GET OFF MY BUMBER YOU ASS

"Burning daylight" is a thing. I will get the job done. Take it slow to get it done right. Stop rushing people.

Why is it so LOUD?!

Not many log trucks. Actually there are none at night.

Cops... where are the cops? At night they hide everywhere but day time? Where are you hiding you slick bastards.

Cursing! Not much of that. I can't just say fuck when I mess up something. I get told not to curse.

[terrifictoonman]

~Struggles of a High School Shapeshifter~

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[Story 02 || Week 01]

Written: 01/05/2023

Prompt: "New Year, new me," said the shapeshifter

Prompt By: u/don't-mention-it (Reddit)

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[It's the first weekend of the new year, and this year, I'm actually gonna let myself relax for once. Got a warm cup of hot chocolate in my "PAW-sitive thinking" mug, work phone's off, and locked in my desk, got that novel I've been meaning to read for years, and the cherry on top! My favorite recliner! Nothing can ruin this day.]

The thunking sound of a heavy foot slamming against the wooden stairs immediately pulls you out of your aura of relaxation. You look to see your child transformed into a seven-foot-tall behemoth of a man as if Frankenstein's monster fused with Andre Roussimoff, Chris Hemsworth, and a three-piece suit. They excitedly stumble their way into the living room, bumping their head on the arch on their way in.

"No," you say.

"But..." they try to interject.

"Still no," you repeat. The hulking figure sulks in annoyance. Monstrosity walks away, angrily mumbling to themselves, their body melting into a grey, clay-like substance. By the time the creature makes it back to the stairs, they have to slither up them.

[Ok, that probably bought me at least thirty minutes. Time to crack open this word egg!]

"WOOOOO!" yelled a perfectly pitched woman, nearly causing you to throw your book in shock. You watch as a more athletic-themed Katy Perry parkors her down the stairs and slides into the living room. She takes a deep breath...

"Absolutely not!" you say.

"To the look or me singing?" they ask.

"Yes," you reply. They dramatically gasp, turn on their heel, and march their way back upstairs. Before you can even get on the next train of thought, you hear the floor above you creak and crack under an intense amount of weight. "Sam! If whatever you are right now, can't walk on two legs or don't have thumbs, you better find a form that does. You feel the entire room shake to the sound of your child sighing, grabbing your mug to ensure it doesn't spill.

You sit in anticipation for Sam's next transformation, but after a few minutes of no dramatic entrances, you cautiously take a sip of hot chocolate and return to your book.

About halfway through your mug, you feel something wet poking your feet.

[Please, God, be something of this earth!]

You look down to see a golden retriever puppy nudging their nose at your feet. The pup notices you and excitedly hops up your legs onto your lap, wagging its tail happily as it stares at you with its unnaturally blue eyes. Unable to resist, you pet the dog's head before setting your book down to pick the pup up.

"Dogs don't get allowances," you say. Sam immediately drops the act, quickly turning into slime, oozing out of your hands, and making their way back onto the floor. You watch as they sadly slither away, leaving chunks of themselves behind as they move. "Hey, no need to make a mess." You rip yourself from your chair to stand up. "Pull yourself together. It looks like you need a talk.

Sam lets out a gurgling groan as they mope back to you, picking up some pieces of themselves on the way. The pile of slime looks up at you. "Are you trying to give a hunchback here? Stand up a bit." Sam groans again as they take a generic humanoid form, wearing a tan baseball shirt and a black skirt. Once fully formed, they stand just under your chin.

"Better?" Sam asks.

"What's wrong?" you ask.

"Nothing," Sam replies, "I just wanted to change up my look, that's all. You know, "New year, new me."

"So Katty Perry, Andre the giant older brother, and I can only assume...a dragon?" you ask.

"No! I'm not some nerd!" Sam barks.

"Whoa!" you say, "where did that come from?" Sam stutters as her clothes melt away along with her form. "Hey there, easy, just breathe. You're ok."

"I'm not ok! I'll never be ok!" Sam yells, "I just...leave me alone!" Sam launches themselves as a stream of slime, speeding back upstairs. You jerk as you hear a door slam upstairs.

You sigh as you look back to your recliner, book, and mug on the side table. You walk over to the table, pick up your mug, and underneath is a poorly written "I Luv U." You then look back to the stairs.

"There's always next weekend," you say as you approach the stairs.

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