#isle of the leftovers

[hannahhook7744]

Book Based Descendants Writing Prompts (Part 1);

Write about the time(s) gave Captain Hook gave Harry his three most prized possessions—his handheld hook, his jacket (that belonged to Hook when he was his age), and the lost revenge (which was won in a race).

Write about the hairy goblin who worked at the slop shop and had a crush on Uma (Moe was his name) and slipped her an unreadable note, and the crew teasing her about it.

Write about Uma and her crew pranking the Dragon Hall kids.

Write about the  sea three’s clubs (Croc Wrestling, Competitive lifting, Shark Swim Team,Rat Trapping, sea ponies, and the scammers and pickpockets). Note: Harry founded the scammers and pickpockets club.

Write about Uma and Mal’s big blow out when they were kids.

Write about Diego’s band, the bad apples, and Carlos’s feelings on it.

Write about the time Harry stole Cruella’s red car.

Write about Gil’s demanding stepmother and how it has led to his dad neglecting him.

Write about Jay’s electric eels (Lagan and Derelict), Evie’s Parrot (Othello), and Carlos’ cat, Beezelbub.

Write about the time Mal betrayed Maddy—smashing her dolls and damaging her purple hair (causing it to turn teal). 

Write about the lunches and dinners Audrey used to spend with Ben, Chad Lonnie, Jane, and Doug, and how they slowly halted to a stop.

Write about the jousting class Ben took as a child with Jordan.  

Write about the vks finding out about Ben’s disastrous meeting with the Sidekicks’ Union.

[magicalgames]

isle of the leftovers

I've been thinking recently about how a lot of people think the VK's would be a lot skinnier on the isle than they are realistically, but there is a lot of food waste in our world/food thrown out. And what if this also was happening in Auradon?

So, what if the reason that the isle kids aren't really malnourished or unhealthily skinny is because a lot of food and drinks in Auradon are thrown out, it's just that if the food/drink was thrown out before it became stale or spoiled - it was by the time it got to the isle.

[kaerinio]

Also!! Young Griff's entire upbringing is meant to show how he's "one with the people" . . . but it's still a pretty comfortable upbringing. For one, he's surrounded by people he can trust inherently, people who protect him, who adore him. He's taught to fish with a net because it looks good, not because he'll be expected to do so for survival. Meanwhile, Daenerys has lived as one of the common people. In fact, she's been impoverished for most of her life. Just as some examples, she has gone hungry, starved, slept on cobblestones, dwelled in uncertain spaces, relied on the compassion of strangers, been sold, and later, must hunt and fish with her bare hands out of necessity. The list goes on. Even after she becomes queen, she looks back on all of these experiences to inform her judgement, and she continues to look to the plight of her people to find solutions to make their lives better.

[circlesilluminated]

Baby's first Fair Isle project

Honestly devastating that I finished this in the middle of summer when it is too warm to wear. This does however give me time to get together a hat, scarf, gloves etc using the leftover yarn.

Pattern: Folly Skirt by Espace Tricot

Yarn: Léttlopi by Ístex

[l0nelyish]

It‘s about that sandwich!

natasha romanoff x fem!reader

prompt: where you just can’t help but stun Natasha… and maybe get on her nerves? she doesn’t know which one it is.

nothin but pure fluff and nat being pouty af

lil bit of grumpy nat x sunshine reader if you squint.

3rd pov

„That‘s it.“, Wanda turned around, confused. Witnessing Natasha angry, sure thing. Witnessing her confused? never.

“What’s the matter with you, everything alright?”

Natasha huffed, pouting almost childlike. It’s so not like her to seem this openly frustrated, but she couldn’t care less. “Do I seem alright to you? No. This is the fifth time this month she’s been emptying one of the pbj ingredients before i could make one for myself.”, she dragged her eyes across the room, almost analyzing as in ‘hide and seek’. Where could you have been? And why do you have to steal ‘her’ ingredients? Natasha was bothered by you, yes. Extremely.

Wanda took another look at Natasha and chuckled: “Damn, does a peanut butter and jelly sandwich really have that much value to THE black widow? Oh my Lord.”

Natasha almost wanted to hit Wanda in the head with her slices of bread. It was really tempting, she had to admit. The witch shot her a knowing look, most likely hearing her thoughts. Again, the Russian woman huffed. Her temper was really not her strongest suit. Especially not after provoking it.

“It has a decent amount of value, thank you. What do you want me to say? ‘Oh my God! I can’t live without a pbj sandwich! Help me!’ ?”, Natasha shot her a glare, sarcasm being her best suited form of selfdefense. She truly is a witty woman.

On the other side of the kitchen aisle, Wanda tried her best not to fall into a laughing fit. Never has she ever seen Natasha this distressed, this fuzzy. And then, after really considering who they were discussing, she sent her friend a knowing smirk:

“Are you really this cranky about two bread slices or is it because of your ‘definitely not crush’ ?”

Natasha stared at her, eyes blown in shock: she got caught. Again. She usually wouldn’t let someone else read her this easily, but since this is you they’re talking about, and it’s Wanda she’s talking to, there really is no reason to facade it. Still, she tries to deny: “I told you a hundred times, I don’t like her! I can’t even stand her. I mean, she empties the food. What am I supposed to eat now?” So wrong. Even Natasha knows her whole act of trying to hate and blame you for everything is not working and it’s just her best shot at ignoring the rising feelings she’s got for you. But could anybody blame her, really? When you were this excited, extremely beautiful, empathetic and shiny human being?

You entered the kitchen, unaware of the ongoing dispute. Hot on your heels, you scanned the room and reacted to Natashas last sentence: “Did Steve forget the groceries? Are you hungry?”

And just like that, after merely 5 seconds, Natasha dreaded holding a grudge. Her whole demeanor snapped (no pun intended) and her eyes gazed almost neutrally into your warm gaze: “Someone emptied the whole peanut butter jar. And now I can’t make my dinner.”

Surprisingly, you sent her a goofy smile: “Oh! That must have been me, I’m extremely sorry, Tasha. I do have another half of my pbj sandwich left though, I was about to refrigerate it.”, you held up your plate. She gave it a look and panicked internally: were you really about to share your meal? As if gathering her freight, you again sent her a toothy smile and handed her the leftover half. “Enjoy!”, was all you stated, leaving both women standing around the kitchen isle. Plus the pbj sandwich, which Natasha stared at for longer than necessary. The corners of her mouth started to form a smile, which after some contemplation she insisted on not following through.

Wanda, who encountered the whole interaction, had a huge smirk on her face.

Natasha on the other hand, without having to look at her friends face, mentally face palmed herself for always getting so stuck up around you.

“Don’t.”

“I didn’t say anything… but enjoy your meal.”, with that, Wanda left a flushed Natasha stood in the compound’s kitchen.

The widow took another look at your, no her, plate. And after a year, she still can’t wrap her head around it:

What was she going to do about you?

[fanon-canon-idfk]

BRO PLS UR POLY SKK I NEED

Using this as an excuse to ramble abt it more in the form of scenarios!!

Cuddling at night:

Dazai is the triple little spoon

The order goes you, Chuuya, then Dazai

Chuuya’s back against your chest as you spoon him all the while you’re both simultaneously spooning Dazai

Occasionally you switch it up and Chuuya still likes to be in the middle then

Dazai and you playing rock paper scissors for who gets to hug his waist

Dazai usually unfortunately wins….

It’s ok bc the way Chuuya plays with both of your hair as you lay on his chest and Dazai lays on his stomach is heavenly

Lap sitting

Dazai is a lap sitter yall

Chuuya won’t be thinking abt it as you’re all sat on the couch until Dazai comes back from the kitchen and sits right on one of your thighs,

Knowing well why he left your other thigh free

Chuuya was nervous the first time he did so he really just begrudgingly scooted closer slowly until you helped ease him onto your lap

But now when he sees it he just chuckles and scoffs before sitting right on your leftover thigh

Dazai also likes Chuuya’s lap a lot

He has really muscular thighs it’s the perfect chair

Imagine him forcing both of you to put one of each of your legs together so he can sit on both

He’s spoiled like that

Kissing

Chuuya is a slow and sensual kinda guy

Meanwhile Dazai lives to be sultry and teasing with his kisses

Chuuya and Dazai ofc make it a competition to see whose kisses you crave more

They tally down how many times you lean back in after they part a kiss or how many times you initiate a kiss first

That’s when they both realized it was a tie by the end of the day

Then they end up bickering

And making out afterwards

Working together

If you’re in the port mafia

Dazai sneaks in (by sneak I mean cockily waltz right in) and comes to bother both of you in either of your offices

You’ll come to talk to Chuuya and the second you open the door be met with them kissing with Dazai in Chuuya’s lap

Now, if you’re in the ADA

Chuuya brings you both lunch to work

Nobody stops him ofc they know better

Dazai will send him photos and videos of you both in the office or cafe together in your group chat

These messages vary from him using funny filters on your face as you work to you two kissing (with Kunikida watching in disgust)

Going out

Not even just dates

You guys get up to enough trouble just being at the grocery store

Within 10 minutes you and Chuuya lose Dazai and have to play Marco Polo to figure out which isle he’s in

Dazai stuffs a million meaningless things into the cart and Chuuya puts them back right after

They bicker about it in the middle of the store

You’re just trying to push the cart but have to be stopped by their shenanigans

It is a very challenging process

Now as for dates

Dazai is so open to PDA

Chuuya is blushing in pure embarrassment as Dazai clings onto him (nothing outside his boundaries however!!)

If you’re ok with it then it’s you and Dazai making out or kissing both sides of Chuuya’s face in a restaurant as his face heats up

ALL RIGHT IM OUT OF SCENARIOS GIVE ME MORE IF YOU HAVE ANY!!! I LOVE BEING IN A POLY RELATIONSHIP WITH SKK!!!!

[royal-rivalry]

FINALLY working on some concept type stuff for what a promo could look like after introducing Pallid as a post series antagonist.

I DO think he wouldn't show up immediately upon the original series' completion, but I'd imagine there would be "signs" of some higher being preparing to descend upon the boiling isles, and while most if not all of the residents might chock it up to being leftovers of the Collector's hijinks, King would absolutely be suspicious from the start.

[stayevildarling]

Natasha Romanoff x Reader- Always Pt II

A/N: I really enjoyed writing part one. Thank you everyone who has been so supportive, reblogging, liking my work and welcome to all the new followers! Also writing smut isn‘t my strong suit so I apologize in advance if this isn‘t great 😅🫶🏼

tw/tags: pure smut

word count: 2.5k

taglist:

@lunaticwhittaker, @billiebeanhoward, @lanawinters-ily, @kenzbro, @minaslittleone, @httpfiftyshadesofgay, @whitelotus00, @ninaahs, @vintagepaulson, @isle-of-earle, @lucyintheskywithxanax, @grilledcheeseandguavajelly, @fanfics4world, @mymiraclewitch, @hazard-to-myself, @awritersometime, @ohrwurm26, @wastdstime, @p1pecleanerwitheyes, @queen2234, @ihartnat, @lifebyinez, @ahsatanizgay

„Detka“ Natasha pants as your hands are wrapped around her neck, the scent of the leftover alcohol and each others perfume swirling in the air around you.

She pauses her movements for a moment, looking at you with the most serious expression before she speaks again „Are you really sure about this?“ she asks and you pause for a moment, not because of what she asked but simply taken back by how beautiful she looked, despite only a small lamp and the moon illuminating her features.

Her hair falls freely down her shoulders, the shirt you had practically ripped off her exposing her shoulders and arms that have you ultimately reach for her muscles. She looks both so hot and beautiful in this moment that it made you speechless.

„We don‘t have to if it‘s too soon“ she reassures after noticing your hesitation but it quickly makes you snap out of your trance as soon as her words register in your brain. „No no nat please“ you whine, wiggling a little as the heat between your legs continues growing.

You couldn‘t believe this would be the outcome of this night or in general. You had been dreaming about this for so long, fantasizing what her lips would feel like, her strong hands caressing your body and whether she was the gentle or rough type. A part of you feels the desire to pinch yourself over and over again, begging this wasn‘t one of your dreams about her.

It‘s when she smirks after hearing the desperation in your voice, feeling your body tremble and wiggle underneath her that you realize it‘s far from a dream. Her fingers begin travelling down your chest, her left hand quickly finding your hardened buds, her right hand holding herself up above you, your faces inches apart.

Her green eyes never stop looking into yours as her fingers travel lower and lower, tracing your torso, down your stomach and towards your waistband. „Can you take these off for me detka?“ she asks, her voice dripping with sweetness, causing for the heat between your legs to continue growing.

Within an instance you abandon your clothing, the redhead chuckling to herself a little at how needy you are. Now, Natasha was feeling just as desperate to finally feel you but she couldn‘t deny enjoying seeing you in this state, as she had certainly dreamt and fantasized about this before as well.

Her fingertips travel right towards your center, slowly ghosting over your clit before she feels your juices coating her fingers. Your eyes force closed, anticipating the feeling of her fingers inside you but then she stops, retrieving her fingers alltogether before stroking your cheek in the most delicate and gentlest of ways. „Open“ she instructs, the same smirk playing on her lips from before.

You obey immediately, feeling like she could ask anything from you in this moment and you would do it without thinking twice. Right now she owned you and the two of you know that, the Black Widow still thinking about how she is going to use that to her advantage.

As soon as her fingers enter your mouth, you begin sucking and again she can‘t help but chuckle lowly as you know exactly what she wants from you. „Doing so well sweetheart“ she praises, the tone of her voice and the pet name sending you into another cloud of bliss. You hadn‘t tasted your own arousal before and you couldn‘t deny how stunning the scene in front of you is, Natasha still hovering on top of you, holding herself up as her biceps shows, nodding in agreement at your actions and perfect obedience.

Something within the air changes within an instant, her eyes growing darker, her breathing heavier as she attacks your neck in kisses, suddenly feeling the desire to make everyone know who you belong to from now on. „You‘re mine now Y/N“ she whispers as she sucks on your pulse point, causing a moan to ripple through your body.

Her kisses begin travelling lower, stopping at your hardened nipples, sucking on them and letting them go with a „pop“ noise, causing you to pant and hold onto her back a little tighter, your nails digging into her skin. Before you know it, the kisses travel down below your stomach, right to where you need her. This time she wastes no time, her tongue immediately exploring your walls. She begins sucking you violently and you struggle to control your breathing, hold your head up in order to watch her actions as the sight was definitely breathtaking.

„Fuck Nat“ you mutter, your breathing coming out more ragged by the second. Without warning she dips her tongue into you causing you to let out a scream that you are sure could be heard until the other end of the compound. Your eyes widen in realisation but as you look at the woman eating you out, she simply smirks, enjoying every second before she carries on with her ruthless pace on you.

Seconds later two of her fingers enter you, causing you to whine out again but this time her hand that she had held herself up with holds your mouth, causing her body to collapse onto yours slightly, keeping the pace rough. Natasha can feel how close you are and despite wanting to draw out each sweet noise, each scream and watching you in pure bliss, all she wants is for you to coat her fingers in your delicious juices. „Are you close detka?“ she whispers and the only thing you can do is nod as the ability to speak had left you at this point.

„Do you think you can cum for me darling?“ she pants and you nod eagerly again before her fingers pick up the pace. She is fucking you so fast and hard that you are sure you can feel her somewhere in your abdomen, forcing your eyes shut as stars begin forming in your vision. Before you know it, your orgasm washes over you as you cover her fingers in your juices. You are so caught in your bliss that you don‘t realize she let go off your mouth, causing you to scream her name over and over again, unaware of how loud your arousal is causing you to be.

Natasha lets you ride your high off gently, her tongue still circling your clit ever so gently, her fingers slowly beginning to curl at a slower pace. As soon as she feels you begin wiggling due to feeling sensitive, she lets go, immediately going over to kiss your lips, both of her hands cupping your cheeks. Her face turns from bliss and that smirk that is now reserved specifically for you, for this into concern as she sees the tears flowing down your cheeks.

„Detka.. hey“ she whispers, encouraging you to open your eyes as she wipes her hands dry before wiping your tears. „Did I.. hurt you?“ she asks carefully before you quickly shake your head. „So.. so good“ you manage to mumble as the exhaustion overcomes you.

„Good," Natasha murmurs, her thumbs brushing the tears from your cheeks. She presses another tender kiss to your lips, letting it linger. „You're amazing, detka," she whispers against your mouth, her breath warm and comforting.

You wrap your arms around her, pulling her closer, feeling her warmth seep into your skin. „Stay," you breathe, not wanting this moment to end, needing her close. Natasha smiles softly, her fingers tracing gentle patterns on your back.

„I'm not going anywhere," she assures, kissing your forehead. She shifts slightly, lying down beside you, her body still pressed close. You both lie there in a comfortable silence, your breathing slowly evening out.

After a while, Natasha's fingers start to move again, tracing circles on your skin, teasing touches that make your heart race. „Did you enjoy that, detka?" she asks, her voice low and hungry.

You nod, turning your head to meet her gaze. „I loved it," you admit, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. „You're incredible, Nat."

Her smile widens, her green eyes twinkling with mischief. „Good to hear," she says, her hand sliding down to rest on your hip. „Because I have a lot more planned for you."

Your breath catches in your throat at her words, the anticipation and excitement flooding back. „What else do you have in mind?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Natasha chuckles softly, leaning in to kiss you again, this time with more urgency. „My turn“ she chuckles mischievously and your words have you spinning the two of you around, you quickly pinning her down which causes her to chuckle a little at your attempt.

Your mouth slowly descends on her, trailing down her stomach and getting to where you want to taste and explore her. Natasha moans loudly as soon as your tongue explores her, tasting her arousal. Her back arches as you go deeper and deeper, your tongue exploring every inch of her. Your hands grip her thighs, keeping her in place as you work your magic.

„Please“ she begs, clutching the sheets, her body trembling with need. You respond by increasing your pace, your tongue moving faster, your fingers entering her with a ruthless pace. You can feel the tension building as her green eyes beg for you, your mouth and fingers continuing to drive her closer and closer to the edge.

„Please dekta“ she begs, her hand clutching onto you and that‘s when you begin curling your fingers perfectly inside her, feeling her walls pulse around your hand. Natasha can‘t hold it back any longer, she cries out your name, her body convulsing in pleasure as her orgasm crashes over the redhead. You don‘t stop, your mouth and fingers guiding her right through her high.

Finally, you slow your movements gently to let her ride out her high. Natasha pulls you into her arms, holding you close to her chest as she catches her breathing, planting kisses all over your cheeks.

After a while, you start to move, your fingers tracing circles on her skin, teasing touches that make her breath hitch. „Did you enjoy that, Nat?" you ask, your voice low and sweet.

She nods, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. „I loved it," she admits, her voice breathy. „You're incredible detka“.

Your smile widens, feeling a surge of confidence. „Good to hear“ you say, your hand sliding down to rest on her hip.

„You're so beautiful," you say softly, your fingers tracing her lips.

She smiles, nuzzling into your neck. „I could say the same about you," she replies, her voice filled with affection.

Natasha chuckles softly, her fingers tracing on your back „I think we make a pretty good team“ she chuckles causing you to hold onto her a little closer.

You nod, feeling the love for the woman who‘s arms you are lying in. „We do Tasha“ you mumble, trailing off about the last few days and what has happened since. And for some reason you have a feeling this will last and you‘ll belong to her, always.

[homiesexuallaj]

Discovering You

Pairing: Eric Draven x reader

Genre/Warnings: fluff, smut, friends to lovers, sarah introduces you two, affectionate and touchy eric, heavy petting, petnames, kinda proofread

A/N: Requested by @universestar ! !

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For a good three years after Shelly died, Eric wandered. He’d become Detroit’s newest vigilante, fighting crime before the cops could get there and saving victims from their potential fate of that night. He watched over Sarah too, keeping an eye on her when she wandered the damp streets and stayed out too late.

It wasn’t peaceful, but it was calm. And Eric got by as well as he could, often sneaking into Sarah’s apartment or Sergeant Albreacht’s home during his down time. He was sneaky with it, leaving no trace but he knew the Sergeant knew he visited cause he often found boxed up leftovers or a fresh pair of clothes laid around the apartment.

But as Eric watched over Sarah, he noticed a new face in her life. Some new face from a few doors down. She was often over at Sarah’s more often than not, filling in for the moments when Sarah’s mom wasn’t home.

She was kind, he noticed. Caring. Cooking or bringing over picked-up food, helping with Sarah’s school work, or simply just spending time with the child.

Eric was cautious, protective over Sarah when this new face got involved. So he decided to look into this person himself. But he found nothing suspicious.

You worked at a quiet library only a couple blocks from the apartment building you and Sarah shared, and owned a fluffy white cat that looked similar to the one him and Shelly owned when he was alive the first time. You were good at up-keeping your living space, either listening to music or reading in any alone time you got. You were doing absolutely nothing suspicious in your spare time, and that allowed Eric to lower his suspicions just a bit.

There was one day where Sarah had caught Eric out on the town and brought him back to her place, blabbing on and on about this new friend of hers. Sarah mentioned that you were nice, as he saw, and was around Eric’s age.

At Sarah’s apartment, Eric was introduced to you. You were… prettier up close. And you were nicer than he really thought you’d be, mentioning that this must be the friend of Sarah’s that she talked so much about.

“Hopefully good things,” Eric muttered shyly.

Of course good things, you’d reassured him with a friendly hand on his shoulder. The touch sparked against his skin through his layers of clothes that he wore to keep warm.

Eric seemed taken aback by the spark, skin buzzing underneath his jacket as his heart picked up a beat. But he shrugged it off, he’d only just met you after all.

Eric only hung out with you if you were with Sarah, letting the child fill in the awkward spaces of air as you and the man got to know each other. His guard was up around you constantly, still watching your movements and wondering what your true intentions were. But at time went on, Eric got more comfortable and finally expected you were just a normal person with normal intentions.

You really cared for Sarah, that showed. And you started caring for Eric too, enjoying his hovering presence as you hung out with Sarah. It was nice having a protective aura hovering around, watching from some corner of a room when you and Sarah were wandering the streets.

Throughout a year or two of friendship, you and Eric started hanging out one-on-one. He often found you either at the library or in your apartment, keeping yourself entertained during your downtime. Eric often popped in unannounced, though you’ve accepted not knowing how as you never heard your front door open.

You’ve grown to accept and anticipate Eric lurking at the end of a book isle or in the chair in the corner of your living room, the light above it never on. He never said hi first, waiting until you acknowledge him. And you enjoyed his random stop-by’s and let him stay as long as he wanted, until he eventually never left.

At one point, a subtle change implanted itself into yours and Eric’s friendship. You never knew what or when, maybe it was when Eric officially-unofficially moved into your place or maybe it was before, but you’re aware of it now. You welcomed the change, and so did Eric.

Eric got more touchy, hovering around more and seeking out affection when he wanted it. It wasn’t anything that passed any boundaries, but certainly more than any friends would seek from each other.

But one night out on the couch, Eric finally had a revelation. He loved you, more than a friend and he has for a very long time now. That was why he was so touchy-feely and why his heart pitter-pattered behind his ribcage and why he found himself waiting for the door to your apartment to opening in the evening to announce your arrival. And Eric decided that he needed to tell you that now, in the dead of night.

He went into your bedroom and gently shook you awake, whispering your name.

When you finally opened your eyes and looked at him, he waited for a few moments before speaking.

“I’ve come to realize I like you,” Eric started.

You blinked up at him, willing your tired brain to process what he said, “Well, I like you too, Eric.”

It’s obvious you weren’t understanding the weight behind his words.

“No, I have feelings for you, romantic feelings,” Eric explained. “I love you.”

Your tired eyes widened at the confession before you smiled up at him, squinting your gaze slightly.

“I love you too,” You confessed. “Even if you woke me up at-” You looked to the digital clock at your right. “2:15am to tell me this.”

“Sorry,” Eric muttered, looking shyly to the side.

“Just get in bed,” You sighed, pulling Eric down into your blankets and covers.

Eric came down willingly, wiggling himself under your covers and pressing himself against your back, curling his arms around you to hold you close.

When morning came and sunlight peaked through your bedroom curtains, you and Eric made it official. You stopped dancing around the concept of deeper affection and enjoyed each other to the fullest.

Sarah caught onto the change almost immediately, teasing and saying that it was about time. She also fell over laughing when you told the story of how he asked, or rather told you how he felt.

The relationship moved slow as you figured each other out, first emotionally and then physically. It was a bit awkward but got better as you two got more comfortable with each other, learning what made each other tick.

“Feel good?” Eric asked lowly, face stuffed in your neck.

You sat slouched into your couch, trapped beneath Eric. Your shirt was pushed up your abdomen a bit and you lacked your pair of sleep shorts and underwear. You gripped Eric’s shirt to keep your grounded against your boyfriend’s ministrations.

Eric stood above you, leaning down and bracing himself against the back of the couch. His face was stuffed in your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses and love bites. His right hand was buried between your thighs, making a mess of your slick folds. He played with you without mercy.

You were already so sensitive, thighs shaking despite trying to stay still. You breath was heavy, moans slipped past your lips as your shaky hands tightened their grip one Eric’s shirt.

A tension coiled in your lower abdomen. Your mewls and gasped grew in intensity, all the tale-tell signs of your coming end.

“You gonna cum, pretty girl?” Eric purred, pulling his face from your neck just an inch.

You nodded, gasping.

The coil snapped and you cried out, Eric’s name on your tongue like a desperate prayer.

Eric rode your through your high, slowing as you came down. He only pulled his fingers away when you started to pull away from over-sensitivity. He took his used and soaked fingers into his mouth, sucking off and moaning at the taste.

Eric gave a chaste kiss to your cheek before standing to his full height.

“You ready for more?” Eric asked, voicing tilting in a slight teasing way.

You nodded, looking up at him. You’re still breathless.

Eric smiled affectionately down at you, undoing his belt and unbuttoning his pants with slow fingers.

With how slow and deliberate Eric moved, you knew you were in for a long night.

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A/N: Request v v

Requests are CLOSED at the moment. I will open them again when I’m done with the requests in my drafts are written and done with!

[revoevokukil]

TW3 Story Leaks

It's Saturday, and I bring you some cold, hard rumour.

It seems somebody on reddit is working through the leaks of The Witcher 3, claiming approximately 300k of lines relating to the previous story iterations also leaked in 2021. Much of what they are claiming matches with the leaked files from 2014. There is completely new information too, though, and they plan on publishing their work-through early 2025.

So far, this is the information I've gathered from their posts:

Iorveth's daughter was Vernossiel. Her quest had her involved with a cult of the Bloody Mother; spores from a particular "flower" affected her thinking so she got brainwahsed into being sacrificed in a ritual killing in order to rise as the Bloody Mother herself.

Cerys was fake-Ciri.

The Baron (or Baron’s men?) was originally a rapist.

The Big 4 was originally Big 5, including Isengrim. Isengrim and Iorveth had houses in Novigrad.

Vincent Meis' model existed.

There was a quest with “thralls” (most likely Following the Thread involving Jad Karadin and the Faroe island) where Geralt would temporarily get married to a chieftain’s daughter.

We’d lock Yennefer in dimeritium handcuffs at one point to prevent her from interfering with the King’s Gambit questline.

Avallac’h provided Geralt with the means to warg as a rat in order to eavesdrop on the meeting of the Big 5 (including Isengrim) on Dijkstra’s ship. (Iorveth was planning on blowing the ship up.)

The Catriona Plague questline. It had a Nilfgaardian general Martin running a krankenhaus, where was infecting his countrymen with the plague and stealing their valuables. He made deals with Gaunter O’Dimm (his involvement in HOS is as a leftover from here) to get a cure for the Catriona, then with Gaunter’s archnemesis to get to keep the cure. Geralt had to figure it all out as Catriona was becoming more and more rampant and the faction with the cure would have huge leverage in how the war questline would resolve. Geralt would get the chance to hand the cure back to Gaunter, to Radovid, or Emhyr.

Iorveth got infected with Catriona, then infected Thaler to improve his morale on getting a cure (Thaler promised Iorveth a cure for assassinating Emhyr or some such.)

The war quest lines were somehow related to the dreamer Corinne Tilly who was a Nilfgaardian spy.

Voorhis laid siege to Crow’s Perch because Temerian rebels took it over.

The Sabbath originally had slave markets, an orgy meadow, and ritual suicides. Changed after 2014.

There was an option to assassinate Radovid after taking out Roche, so Dijkstra's rule was always an option.

Roche originally preferred fighting for Temeria no matter what. Reason of State had Roche vs Thaler and Dijkstra.

Radovid was more like his W2 self. Emhyr "more like Stalin."

Radovid took over the Temple Isle.

Emhyr was supposed to appear in the army camp center.

If Emhyr lost, Voorhis would overthrow him.

All the content showcasing Nilfgaardian war crimes was cut: a Nilfgaardian general was spreading the Catriona plague, robbing his dying countrymen; Voorhis' cruelty during the siege of the Crow's Perch, Nilfgaardians' direct attack on Kaer Trolde.

Crach died during the battle for Undvik and Voorhis negotiated over his body; the corpse was returned and Nilfgaard respect local burial traditions.

Melusine quest line had more content related to blood shrines.

There was an opportunity to try and convince Caranthir to betray Eredin, after which he'd get replaced by some elven lady (Isilira?). (Conflicted about this, as in 2013 leaks it seemed Caranthir knocks Avallac’h out on Naglfar when Geralt and him try to infiltrate it.)(Isilira is the lady you meet in Avallac’h’s lab in the released version.)

There was a sequence in White Orchard in the Empress ending where Voorhis had announced he'd arrive and propose to Ciri in few days, but Ciri lost Emhyr's signet ring to prove his approval of the marriage. Then some kind of gamble ensued under the influence of a Korred, and Ciri decided if she'd win she'd marry and if not she'd run away (not sure if this shouldn't it be the other way around).

Gameplay-wise:

There was a 'vital spot' system, where you gained points by performing various actions and could then use those points to perform combat moves that would either weaken of 1-shot an enemy.

Manticores were cut.

Players could buy boats and horses; rowboat for rivers and lakes.

Wind tunnels and proper storms in which a boat could tilt over.

Water combat was cut.

Focus mode in combat was cut.

[hannahhook7744]

Unseen Failed Escape Attempts;

The below is a list of failed escape attempts from Uma's wicked book that we never saw on screen. Trigger Warnings; Child endangerment, injuries, etc.

Enjoy.

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Smee threw a bunch of rotten meat at the barrier, hoping the crocs (and maybe the sharks) would somehow chew through it.

Gaston and Gaston Jr. once tried using one of their battering rams to run through the barrier. It ended up slipping from their hands and landed on G. Jr, pinning him under water. Gaston saved him but one of G. Jr's legs was broken.

The Evil Queen once put a weird solution on the barrier and set it ablaze. Causing it to burn her eyelashes and eyebrows off.

And

Cruella once crashed into the barrier going 60 miles an hour. Totaling her car.

🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️

Also apparently Uma has tried to escape before. She didn't list her prior failed attempts, though. So let your imagination run wild.

[iandarling]

Some of my favourite details in shameless that make their world seem lived in

1. Mickeys crushed RedBull can, the human skull, the baton and of course his art on the walls

2. The whole in the wall from “Time to kill the turtle” which was never fixed ~ Frank’s destruction is everlasting

3. The toilet roll on the dirty floor, the different coloured towels and the hairdryer on the back of the toilet

4. The “no parking” sign most likely stolen, the globe, kids drawings all over the wall and the stickers on the bedpost

5. It’s so clear this house belonged to an old lady, look at the wallpaper and the curtains, aunt gingers furniture mixed in with the highchair for Liam and other plastic kid-safe plates

6. The toy car on the kitchen isle and the sticker on the water heater, the leftover kitchenware from aunt ginger and the cheap plastic containers

7. “Food stamps ok” <3

8. The warning tape Lip or Ian presumably decorated their door with, the teddy bear duck taped to the wall, the full laundry bin, a single wall-scone

9. Bubble wrap as curtains, multiple bones and skulls, an alligator head, crushed beer cans, mismatching bedding and a drawing of tits

10. Glass-stained windows next to the killing bat, lace curtains and chips in the paint on the staircase

[wordy-little-witch]

I'm caught perpetually teetering on the line between competent Buggy and absolutely fucked up into success Buggy, but I think I found a work around, and the reveal comes via Cross Guild - Mihawk specifically. Ergo, I thus drop little random numbers here for reading pleasure before I actually EXPLAIN it.

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Crocodile

It was not abnormal for the clown to butt heads with the former warlord. They both had very strict and evident opinions, thought one (cough Buggy cough) was much more verbose about it. Running an expansive business with a bumbling fool of a face man was enough to instigate migraines in the most patient of men.

Crocodile was not a patient man.

One could only imagine the sheer agony of his day to day.

This came to a head, as such things tend to do, on a mundane Tuesday afternoon, barely past midday. Buggy had scuttled in, a veritable mess of a person, hair in disarray and sweaty. Crocodile had taken one look and sneered at the other in disgust. This, in turn, has set Buggy off.

The clown had apparently been out with the lower ranks, building rapport and assisting with the laborious tasks assigned to them. It was something he had done before titles had even been a passing thought to be disposed on his name, and he had made it abundantly clear that it would not stop now nor in the foreseeable future. Admittedly, Crocodile had tuned out much of it in preference for more entertaining thoughts, such as brutally mummifying a certain clown.

Thwack

Crocodile nearly dropped his cigar. He blinked, automatically turning a glowering glare at the other as he shifted his shoulders. Buggy simply huffed, pale though he was, meeting the dark scowl with one of his own.

"By the Seas, why do I even bother with you, I swear-!"

As fast as he had stumbled in, Buggy was gone. Crocodile stared after him well after the door clicked shut. He rubbed his shoulder with his remaining hand, grimacing thoughtfully. Buggy had hit him. Not hard enough to cause damage, not even enough to leave a bruise, but it stung. It had connected.

He was a Logia user, and the Clown had solidly hit him.

Thoughts racing, he tried to convince himself it must have been due to some leftover sweat from the physical activity the blue haired menace had been rambling about. Turning back to his paperwork, he firmly told himself that that was all there was to it.

He pointedly ignored the fact that Buggy's hands had been dry and dusted with dirt.

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Mihawk

Life on the island was much removed from the monotony of Kuraigana. It bustled with life here in a way both alien and vaguely familiar to the swordsman. Despite the brightness of the colors and the loudness of the cacophony, it was almost... charming.

He'd never admit that outloud, however.

One thing he did not find very enjoyable was the lack of challenge here. Most who used the blade and called this archipelago home withered under his attention, paled and bowed out from an offer to spar with stuttered excuses and fear in their hearts. It was disheartening, especially given how many of the showed halfway decent promise.

It was a slowly crawling Sunday evening when he happened across a small squadron of the newer recruits in one of the sandy clearings. Many were younger than expected yet carried a look of maturity far beyond the planes of their faces. Mihawk had found himself admittedly rather intrigued when Buggy had personally offered to welcome these young adults at best, teenagers at the lower end, to the Guild.

Even now, a few weeks into their stay on the isle, Mihawk noticed a marked change - a slight build of muscle mass, a more healthy coloring, cleaner clothes and faces. They were doing well, he noted.

They were also all working studiously with blades in hand.

He watched them work for a time, hidden into the shadowed spaces of the trees near the clearing, allowing himself but a moment of observation. His gaze inevitably shifted to their katas, their grips, their footwork. He frowned, brow furrowing slightly as he considered them, the oddly familiar movements ringing an unnamed bell within his mind.

A bright laugh distracted him, and he turned a glance to Audrey, one of the younger recruits, spinning fluidly between a parry, redirection, and then a slash. Her bright red plait swirled after her, and suddenly Mihawk was standing straighter, walking into the clearing.

The jovial air was quickly hushed, eyes growing wide as many bowed their heads in deference. Audrey met his gaze head on with a reckless defiance undercut only by the sheer terror she tucked behind bravado in her summer green gaze. "Sir," she nodded once, voice impressively level despite the white knuckles grip on her blade, now held at ease yet defensive.

He nodded once in response. "My apologies to have interrupted," he announced cooly. "I found you all practicing by chance and am quite pleased by your skills. It is evident you have an acceptable level of respect for the craft."

Many faces lit up at the compliment. Audrey herself smiled brightly, showing a little gap in her smile. Somehow, it made him almost fond of such a look.

"That being said," he continued before any further reaction could be given, "the swordplay you lot have been utilizing, wherever did you learn it?"

"C-Captain Buggy, s-sir!" A blond lad responded brightly with a smile, enthusiasm not defeated by his stutter. Thómas, if Hawkeye recalled correctly. "H-He has b-bee-been teaching us-s," the other hiccupped happily.

"The..."

"Chairmen Buggy said he knew a few styles. For now, we're learning this one - he said it would be easiest on us for the time being. Once we're stronger, he'll help us find individual styles to expand on!"

"Is that so," he replied absently, mind racing. He knew this style - he'd been on the receiving end of it more than once, after all. Never once had he considered that Shanks' impeccable footwork may have been a set style. It had seemed too randomized, too shaken from the norm to have a specific sequencing. And yet...

And yet.

"The Chairmen knows this style well enough to teach it then."

"Yes sir!"

"Mm. Thank you, then. You have given me much to think on. Keep up the good work."

Leaving just as suddenly as he'd arrived, the swordsman set on a straight path to the animal tents. The clown would doubtlessly be there at this time of day. Mihawk had gotten a general idea of the man's excessive schedule in his time on the island after finding the other's Presence too soft and wisp-like to pinpoint.

Yet a other odd thing about the clown, he supposed, making his way along.

Finding the clown had been easy. Guiding him from the masses had been equally so. Convincing him to spar had been... not. If anything, it had been loud, expressive and interspersed with crying. It had taken Mihawk quite explicitly swearing formally to not kill the other outright for Buggy to even stop his pathetic yet endearing tears.

Mihawk shook the latter thought off as quickly as it came.

Buggy asked if his daggers would suffice as a weapon, citing that Mihawk had been the one to ask for a spar, after all, and thus had a decent amount of choice. Pleasantly surprised by the clown's knowledge of the code, he'd cited it would be fine, as he would not be utilizing Yoru for this regardless.

They took their positions on opposite ends of their designated battle ground, eying one another carefully. With the clown right before him, Mihawk focused his Haki, intending not to quite crush the other but to study him as thoroughly as possible, to push his limits as it were.

Buggy surprisingly opted to play it safe, not lunging forward in a reckless attack as he so often seemed to do. Taking the signal, Mihawk moved instead, intending to push the other back, to catalogue his steps. Instead, Buggy twirled, one knife sliding sinfully along his own before looping back off again, redirecting his momentum easily without incurring nor causing any damage.

The dark haired man blinked.

He'd... barely felt the other move.

Typically Haki would ebb and flow around a person or object with the movements of the host. Split seconds before one moved towards the left, their Haki would lean into the motion. Identifying, studying and reacting to the Haki as opposed to the physical form took years of practice and mastery, something Hawkeye excelled in. His Observation was rumored to be on the same scale as Charlotte Katakuri, after all.

And yet a clown had blind sided him.

In response, he turned, rerouting his energy into a graceful arc. This time, he saw Buggy move, body fluid as he shifted around the threat despite his Devil Fruit. Mihawk wondered absently if the Haki would cause damage before he lunged backwards as a dagger came dangerously close to his mustache. He allowed his surprise to show for a moment, gaze darting to Buggy. He'd expected a stunned look, perhaps a smug, prideful expression.

The face which met him was closed off, locked down tightly, offset even further by the garish painted smile on the other's sun kissed face. Buggy's eyes, usually a soft blue that summoned the skies to his very irises had frozen over into something iced and glacier like. Mihawk was fascinated.

Their dance continued on, far longer than the taller had anticipated. Their deadly dance was near silent, save the sharp swish of silk-sheering sharp blades through air.

Mihawk made one more movement in, managing to chip away at defenses to leave an opening for his knife to slip in silently. The blade cut through cloth and - not skin, not flesh, but something. Mihawk was suddenly frozen in place, staring at where the blade sat innocently up to the hilt in the new gap between Buggy's lower and upper ribs.

"Well, guess that call it, then," the blue haired man sighed, pulling back his hands to resheath his weapons. "That was a hell of a work out, man, you are fast as fuck. Nngh~" He stretched, a few vertebrae popping as he stepped back to spin on the ball of his foot, hair swishing. "Want to head back? Dinner ought to be ready soon. ... Mihawk?"

The dark haired man had since straightened, staring between his blade and Buggy's body, whole and hale. "... is this the reason for your oddities?"

"What?"

"You... why would you..."

Buggy, now wary, seemed to debate his next move. That was all Mihawk needed to meet the otherr man's gaze head on.

"It is nearly impossible to completely suppress one's Haki, and yet yours fits you like a second skin. It is hardened, expansive, and dense." He frowned. "It is... frankly speaking, more than merely intimidating."

Buggy rubbed his elbow. "Don't... over think it, okay? It's nothing special-"

"It is."

"It isn't, okay-?"

"It is and you do so without so much as uttering an indicator. Your Haki is so tightly bound that I could feel the moment my blade passed that barrier. You have and continue to actively do what many consider impossible." He stepped closer. Buggy stepped back. Mihawk followed. "You use an impossible technique with your Haki." Step. "You are teaching a recruit squadron swordplay in the steangest yet most effective manner I have seen in a long while." Step. "You certainly used Armament during this exchange on instinct alone." Step. Thump. Buggy stared uo, huddled back to a tree trunk. Mihawk leaned into his space. "And, perhaps strangest of all, you use a variation of Shanks' Violeta Vendetta for your bladed battles. Tell me just who or what you are, clown - because a fool or failure is not among them."

Silence reigned in the clearing.

Mihawk stared.

Buggy gulped. "He still... calls it that?"

What. "What?"

"Red hair... bastard stills calls her Violeta...?"

Mihawk nodded. Buggy laughs.

And then? Well, then Buggy explains

[moreespressoformydepresso]

Just had a thought:

So the Isle of the Lost gets everything from Auradon right? And all of it is leftovers. Worn down and second hand at best. So their clothing would all be last season at the newest... And all of them wear leather primarily... Like- almost exclusively leather...

Did... Did Auradon go through an edgy leather phase???

[enchantedchocolatebars]

Witte Solstice - Chapter 28

Cover art by @leespinoodle.

Fic written by me (enchantedchocolatebars) and @leespinoodle.

Summary: It's winter in the Boiling Isles, and Caleb prepares to celebrate the solstice with his wife, his friends… and hopefully, with Beardo Philip! Philip swears he'll never partake in the satanic holidays of those demonic witches. But when Caleb invites him over for the solstice… maybe he'll find himself making an exception.

Ao3 version

Caleb glanced up at the sky. Thick clouds had begun to roll in, covering the stars and moon. He looked around the table at his guests, most of whom were finished eating. If it started storming, they'd have to go inside, but at least they could find a spot inside to fit the banquet table.

Upon witnessing his brother's glance go up, Philip decides to take a look at the sky as well.

He observed the potential storm clouds that dispersed across the dark sky as they began to envelope the moon and stars.

The brunette could sense his inner self start to smirk.

"You know, Caleb," Philip spoke, switching his gaze to the elder. "It would be a real shame if it started storming now. We would have to commence the solstice gathering inside."

Philip's words exhibited care and concern, but internally, he wanted nothing more than to go inside.

The sooner they were all indoors, the sooner he could commence his plan.

"You may be right…" Caleb looked around the table at the rest of the guests, many of which were agreeing.

"If you all take the dishes in, I'll take care of the tables," Evelyn said, getting up.

"Alright!" Caleb clapped his hands together and stood. The guests piled what was left of the food onto the gobble-boar platter, and Caleb took it inside.

The rest of the dishes were quickly gathered and taken inside as well, as Evelyn began putting the tables and chairs back where they belong inside the house.

Seeing his brother take care of the gobble-boar platter gave Philip an idea, a small smirk lighting up his face.

The brunette quickly sprung into action, determinedly shoving aside the guest who attempted to help Caleb with his shoulder.

"Dear brother, you simply cannot carry everything on your own," Philip told Caleb, triumphantly grinning to himself as he watched the offended guest frown at the displayed rudeness before huffing and walking away to help someone else.

The brunette knew his brother was far too busy balancing what was on the platter to notice the upset guest.

His smile soon tugged into an "earnest" one as he grabbed hold of the other side of the platter.

Philip shook his head. "I won't allow it. Let me help you. It's the least I could do to show my appreciation for the lovely feast that you and Evelyn made."

"Thank you! That's very helpful, Pip!" With Philip's help, Caleb carried the platter into the kitchen and began setting up a stew pot for the leftovers.

The rest of the guests all eventually ended up in the kitchen, some standing and some sitting, as the drinks continued to flow. Caleb grabbed himself another cup of wassail.

Philip's lips curved upward as his eyes shifted around the sitting room, witnessing just about every guest he rested his gaze upon commit one vile sin after another.

A chuckle escaped his lips as he sighed, shaking his head.

Both the sitting room and kitchen were filled with nothing but indulgences, with guests fully engaging in eating, drinking, singing, dancing, and overall being genuinely jolly as they beamed with merriment.

'What a ridiculous holiday,' Philip thought to himself as he walked out of the room and entered the kitchen, seeing Caleb with an empty cup.

Philip began his approach, mentally rubbing his hands together.

This perdition party would soon be over, as well as Caleb's fake marriage, once he revealed the number of sins he noted to his brother.

The brunette was already envisioning the billowing plumes of smoke rising in the air when the cottage collapsed in flames from the fire oil.

Caleb caught sight of Philip as he entered the room. "Would you like some wassail?" he asked, moving to grab another cup.

"No," Philip firmly declined the offer. "I have no interest in the sins of the flesh, dear brother, and neither should you."

The brunette noticed his brother reaching for yet another drink and frowned.

"Speaking of said sin, just how many of those have you had?" Philip asked, referring to the cup filled with wassail as he proceeded to cross his arms, awaiting an answer.

Caleb rolled his eyes. "It's just alcohol. You've had alcohol before. We drank wine every week in church. It's not inherently sinful."

Caleb took a long drink from his cup while looking Philip right in the eye. "Unless I'm unconscious on the floor, how much I've had is none of your concern."

Philip's brows narrowed immediately during Caleb's long sip, giving the elder an irritable look as he glared into brown eyes, pursing his lips.

"That's completely different, and you know it," he grumbled out calmly in a low voice, feeling the anger that wasn't detectable in his tone rise within him.

'THAT CALEB! HOW COULD HE! HOW COULD HE COMPARE THE VIRTUOUS PRACTICES OF THE CHURCH TO THIS BARBARIC PARTY!?' Inner Philip shouted.

"Anywho, I've counted a total of six sins committed by your so-called guests. Yes, six. I know you're aware of said number being the number of sin, Caleb Wittebane."

He'd rather face a thousand deaths twice than ever refer to him as a 'Clawthorne'.

"Philip," Caleb spoke slowly, a clear warning in his tone. The wind began to pick up, and through the windows, a blizzard could be seen forming outside.

"What?" Philip's retort was as cold and daring as the harsh winter winds swirling outside as he continued. "If you have a point to make, it's best to make it now, Caleb."

"If you can not keep your hatred out of my house, then you can take it out with you when you leave." Caleb pointed at the door as he gave his ultimatum.

Philip's blue eyes widened slightly in disbelief upon hearing his brother's harsh words.

Why was Caleb hinting at kicking him out, he wondered.

What did he do wrong?

He's been nothing but polite to those witches all night despite none of them deserving it.

The brunette grumbled harshly under his breath, resenting the fact that he had no other choice but to "better his behavior".

"... Fine!" he huffed out, almost whining, as he turned away, crossing his arms. "But I was only being truthful."

'Your guests and that Evelyn should be the ones to leave, not me. They're the hate-filled sinners made in the devil's image,' Philip hissed internally.

'Perhaps they've already hexed you with some obscured curse while I was away. That must be why you're behaving so coldly towards me!'

He huffed again.

Caleb just sighed and shook his head.

[lazy4honey]

Slime x Dragon 02

Contains: third person perspective, shapeshifting, original characters and headcanons, dub-con, aphrodisiac, blow job towards the end, NSFW

Summary: feeding a slime after losing the user handbook

When Gengu woke up again, he was very confused. His throat felt incredibly parched and his chest a little cold.

Looking down at himself, he found that his upper body was completely naked, and the crotch of his trousers was stained dark. Oh, there were also the leftovers of his shredded shirt barely clinging to the edge of the couch…

He thought for a moment before he finally remembered — the slime.

Just the scent had gotten him ridiculously drunk. There was no other explanation for what had happened, not only ejaculating but also orgasming from simply having his nipples sucked by the pink little blob.

Gengu rubbed his face.

…this was a little embarrassing.

He swallowed and stood up, only to feel a cold breeze on his butt where his tail had torn a hole into his clothes. The slime juice on his chest and abdomen had also dried a little, forming some kind of cold gel… It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it sure as hell made him feel awkward.

He rushed into the bath to clean up, getting into a fight with his soap slime as usual, not paying attention to it after it soaked up the pink slime’s syrupy juice and simply fell off with a gurgling sound. Afterwards, he took a quick soak in the large pool to get rid of the remaining soap juice, dried himself with his fire magic, and wore a bathrobe with slits for his wings.

Gengu returned to the living room and spent some time looking for the pink slime before finding it in the cylindrical container that had rolled under the couch. He pulled the container out, and the pink blob squirmed a little.

Gengu gently poked at the little slime and tilted his head, “Did you get bigger…? No, I haven’t even fed you yet — wait, what do you eat?”

The dragon realized that while the soap slime consumed “dirt” he didn’t know what the wine slime needed. So he started searching for the user handbook he’d tossed to the side just a few hours ago, only to not find it anywhere. Defeated by himself, he looked it up on his magic slate.

“What, does, a, wine slime, eat?”

The first result directly led to the Witch Shop website, informing him that one could feed the slime the food that tasted just like it. It was also possible to mix flavors or make the slime change its flavor.

“So strawberries, huh? Got it.” Gengu nodded to himself and patted the little pink wine slime. “Then let’s get you some strawberries.“

He carried the container to the open kitchen and put it down on the kitchen isle before entering the larder.

Any place where one could store things, it would always immediately become obvious whether the owner was a dragon. After all, regardless of race, every dragon loved hoarding. They often became famous collectors, owners of museums or libraries, entire halls filled with all kinds of things associated with the topic they had fixated on during a certain time.

In Gengu’s case, he’d once — a hundred years ago — hoarded food. It was so much he had to freeze everything with time magic to prevent it from spoiling and thereby making him lose ridiculous amounts of in his opinion well-spent money. It was also so much that he still didn’t need to buy any new, fresh food.

Anyway, he had strawberries tucked away in some corner. They were big and red and didn’t smell as good as the slime.

While he was at it, he also took some bread and strawberry confiture.

For some reason, he really craved strawberries today…

Out of the slightly chilly larder, Gengu put down the food and carelessly stretched, unfolding his wings, and also his tail and horns. Then he sat down on a high stool by the kitchen isle and started to feed the little pink slime.

He took a strawberry and held it into the container.

The slime sat still.

He waved the strawberry back and forth.

The slime moved a little.

He lowered the strawberry further down.

Finally, the slime stretched upwards and gently sucked on the enticingly red fruit. Seemingly liking the taste, it pulled a bit more.

Gengu pulled his hand back.

Seeing the dumb pink blob freeze, he chuckled and generously gave it the strawberry.

The slime held the strawberry for a moment as if not really trusting the situation. It took a while before it hugged the fruit, pressing it inside of itself. There, floating in the viscous interior, the strawberry slowly dissolved.

The black dragon watched in fascination and handed it another fruit.

As such, the little slime was fed until it had turned a deeper shade of pink and only held the strawberry instead of eating it.

Gengu smiled and reached into the container to rub and pat the obedient little thing. Then he sighed inexplicably, “If only you didn’t leave your juices everywhere…”

The slime, holding its hard earned fruit, looked at him through the glass walls that had been coated in its light pink juices and wondered if this guy was blaming it for being a messy eater… but those two light pink fruits had really tasted good, much better than the red ones now…

After patting the slime, Gengu wanted to eat his bread, only to realize that his hand was covered in juice. His mouth twitched and he went to wash off the juice, but ordinary water couldn’t get rid of it. A little annoyed, he went to the bathroom and opened the door with his foot and—

Immediately came face to face with a wall of foam.

The dragon blinked.

Ah, right, the soap slime had cleaned the wine slime’s juice off of him… So was it drunk now? In that case, using it wasn’t feasible. Who knew whether it would crawl up into his ass again, just like that one time when he was drinking wine in the bath?

So Gengu returned to the kitchen isle and stared at his hand, tail drooping and the tip occasionally flicking as he thought.

…he could lick it off.

But then he might end up drunk again.

Did he really want to be blackout drunk, uh, “drunk”, twice in a single day?

…don’t want to.

So the black dragon accepted his fate and used his other, clean hand to somehow get the confiture on his bread and eat.

The slime juice fiasco would have to wait until later.

…….

Gengu somehow managed to get a few more things done using only one hand before taking the slime back to the living room. He sat down cross legged on the couch, the glass cylinder squeezed between his legs, and pinched the slime that was still holding onto the strawberry.

Its surface was so slippery and strangely elastic that it was hard to hold onto, but at the same time it felt quite nice. When squeezed it would overflow between his fingers, could stay in more elongated or flat shapes for a while, and after letting go it would quickly return to its rounded blob form.

Gengu retrieved his hand and licked the juice off his hand. The wonderful prickling sensation once again spread through his mouth, and this time even down his throat, as if its effect had gotten more potent. He reflexively swallowed.

It tasted good, better than the strawberry confiture. There was also that delicious, tingling scent again…

The black dragons yellow and blue eyes lowered to rest on the pink slime, and then… his head dipped down, basically using his head to seal the container.

The pink slime pressed itself flat against the bottom of the cylinder.

Yet it couldn’t escape the dragon’s breath that only got hotter and hotter as time passed.

Inside the container, the fragrance of strawberry quickly grew more intense. It was so strong it made Gengu feel it was hard to breathe. He was forced to raise his head to get some fresh air, but his face was already flushed bright pink and his soft-scaled dicks half erect, their tips peaking out from between the folds of his bathrobe.

Without his conscious control, his tail made its way over. The tip of the tail poked into the container and prodded at the slime, its sleek black scales soon coated in a thin layer of juice.

Curious, the little slime held onto the tail. However, holding both the strawberry and the tail was a little strenuous, so it shoved the fruit inside itself.

Then the tail unexpectedly flicked.

The small slime saw its short little life flash before its eyes as it was once again flung up into the air.

This time though, Gengu noticed what he’d done and looked up. He watched the pink blob fly a beautiful parabola through the air and fall back down, slamming right into his crotch.

Gengu trembled violently, producing a sound that was somewhere between a whimper and a moan.

Enveloping his burning hot shafts, the slime was almost freezing cold. Cool sticky juice was forced out of it and dripped down his balls, making him shudder and the glans shyly peaking their tips out from their sheaths leaked pearls of precum.

When the slime started moving, Gengu groaned.

It pulled itself together, clinging to the top penis with a tight grasp, and moved up and down.

The dragon whimpered. He reached out to grab the slime and try to pull it off his dick, but its surface was too slippery and his hand just sank into it, grabbing his dick instead of the slime.

Aroused by the slime while also trying to get it off of him, his hips moved in the struggle and made his cocks bounce. This caused the leaking precum to roll from the slit of his glans down the shaft and onto the pink blob clinging to him.

The little pink slime paused the moment it came into contact with the cum. Then it absorbed the drop of cum and followed the trail up to the tip.

“Damn, little bastard, I— Ah~!”

Gengu moaned loudly when the slime suddenly sucked on the glans of his top penis. He got even harder, prompting his dicks to protrude further from their sheath, and he felt like his head was submerged in a cloud of strawberry fragrance. Even worse, as the little slime repeatedly sucked his tip, the strawberry it hadn’t yet completely dissolved moved around within its gooey body and occasionally pressed against the dragon’s dick.

The dragon only managed to breathe out a “Fuck,” before the strawberry was pressed against the tip of his glans.

He felt his balls tighten and his dicks throbbed, eliciting a throaty groan.

The light pink juice slowly drenched his genitals as the slime sucked and eventually started rubbing to stimulate him more, wanting to absorb more of that delicious milky white liquid.

Unable to hold back, Gengu grabbed his dicks and squeezed them together. Using the slick juice of the slime, his movements were especially smooth and pleasurable.

The slime felt the other dick leaking cum press against it. It immediately got excited and stretched with a bit of difficulty to also envelop the lower dragon cock. Both tips were sucked at the same time and Gengu thrust his hips.

With this move, the slime was accidentally squished against the container still placed between the dragon’s legs. As a result, the strawberry was firmly pressed against his tip when the little slime sucked and he came with a loud groan.

Two loads of cum were shot into the pink little slime. The blob stretched to store the thick liquid like a condom, the amount almost too much for it to hold, but it refused to let even a single drop leak out.

Gengu, his face flushed from his arousal and the strawberry fragrance, didn’t even feel the tears of pleasure roll down his cheeks as he looked at his crotch. The soft black scales of his dicks were coated in slick, almost transparent pink juice, the slime still clinging to his two glans, its body filled with cum and… a red strawberry floating within said cum.

“…fuck.”