#nic nacs

[reezyfoodie]

Nic Nacs Nicmex Mexican Salsa

[silent-moons-camp]

kanan goes into the nasa facility and learns all this shit so they just start shoving pamphlets and coffee mugs and toy rockets into their spacesuit pockets in order to deal with the Horrors

[supercalime]

So we are all in agreement that once august 11th hits we are all gonna spam our favorite YouTube reactors to watch the movie right?

[chockiesgroup-en]

Boni Selection nic-nac 500 gr - BONI SELECTION nic-nac are little crunchy dry biscuits in the form of letters and numbers ... Ideal for learning while enjoying yourself ... https://belgicastore.com/gb/?s=15610 BoniSelectionnicnac500grCH

[frothytundra]

Knick-knacks and Other Miscellany

Yesterday I attended a yoga class for the first time in many years. I am seriously out of shape and have never been very flexible, so when I was told that the pretzel I had turned myself into was turned wrongly it was not a surprise. I was happy to reconfigure myself correctly according to instructions. Knick Knacks via Wikimedia Although I failed miserably at some of the poses, I was able to…

[starsfeyes]

Hiii, can i ask for Yami Sukehiro Sfw and Nsfw headcanons😈

Yami is seriously on my mind constantly so yes absolutely!!!!

Request are open!

Sfw :

Yami is probably one of the most attentive boyfriends you could ever ask for. He notices small things like simple jesters and body language. Pat your tummy subconsciously- he’ll make charmy whip you up something. Rest your head against his shoulder for too long? He’ll have no problem crawling in bed with you to take a nap.

He would be hesitant at first to let you meet his team. He know that you simply speaking to him puts a target on your back and he’s scared they’ll run their mouth about his girlfriend to the wrong person.

For you to meet the other black bulls it takes a but load of begging and puppy eyes. “Suke, please? I want to have a relationship with your team.” “No damnit.”

Early into the relationship he takes note of your likes and dislikes. He loves loves getting you small simplistic gifts. He’s a busy man and doesn’t always have time to get you something big so when he’s in another village he’ll get you books, plushies, or any other different nic nacs he can fine.

Yami is a big man, you know it, I know it, and he knows it. He loves to hug you and press your smaller frame into him or hold your hands and watch them disappear, just something about him engulfing you just does it for him.

He rotates through so many pet names. Baby, babygirl, pretty, pretty girl, honey, darling. He’ll call you anything that sets your cheeks on fire.

Eventually when you do meet the black bulls yami is so anxious, poor baby. Be pacing around the living room keeping close watch incase one of them do ANYTHING you don’t like.

He doesn’t say it often but he loves you very very deeply.

Nsfw :

tw : size kink, breeding kink

Like I previously said, yami is a BIG boy and loves how small you are compared to him. He obviously has a huge cock and loves to watch you struggle to take him.

Yami is a MUNCH. He’ll eat it however, wherever, and whenever you want. All you have to do is ask nicely.

He is very very much a giver but when he receives he praises you like none other. “Mmhm, that’s it babygirl- just like that.”

His hand are so big and strong he loves holding you. Rather it’s up or down. He’ll hold your hips while you ride- he LOVES handle bars. When he holds you down he’ll keep your wrist above your head or a hand planted firmly on your chest.

Yami will cum in you over and over and until hes shooting blanks, he’ll have your knees to your chest telling you how much he loved you and that he’s going to give you his kids.

He loves for you to sit on his lap, anywhere anytime he wants your ass planted in his lap. When yall are alone he’ll pull you flushed to his chest and kiss up and down the back of your neck . In public he’ll hold one hand on your waist while adjusting every so often so you can feel how hard you’re making him.

I need him biblically.

[3-2-whump]

The Morgue

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Dear Readers,

Yep. This is it. Eternal's last chapter (at least for now). Thank you for sticking around for so long, I appreciated each and every one of you for reading this story and interacting with it! And thank you beta readers @whumped-by-glitter and @generic-whumperz for reading draft after freaking draft of this story for months now; I look forward to collaborating with you in the future.

The ending is kind of open ended, and I acknowledge this may frustrate some people, but I promise I'm not gonna pull a Netflix and drop this series on a cliffhanger (looks passive-aggressively at Netflix). Whatever happens next is for tomorrow; today, without further ado, here is the conclusion to Eternal!

TW/CW: death of a major character, aftermath of death of a major character, gore /graphic descriptions of a corpse, blood, emotional angst (I think?), nonconsensual nudity, slave whump /transfer of ownership, defiant whumpee, creepy whumper

Khaled was more than a little concerned when he woke up the next morning and his master’s bedroom was still empty. He was downright worried that he had not heard even a word from him by midday. This is so unlike him, Khaled thought as he checked the spare phone for any text messages he might’ve missed in the night. No new messages. Where is he?

He went to his room and retrieved his hidden cellphone from the place he had hidden it. There was one new message from Julio, but Khaled quickly swiped past it to text the one other contact he had on this illicit device.

To: Nic-Nac Have you seen the Boss today? He didn’t come home last night.

The subtle click of the door unlocking made his heart jump into his throat. Khaled quickly hid the phone away, bolted into the living room, chucked off the blanket, and assumed a perfect kneeling positon by the entrance, back straight, chest out, palms down on thighs, just as he’d been trained. His heart sank as the door opened and a man who was definitely not his master entered the apartment.

“Throw a coat on and-” Underboss Luca dropped his gaze down at Khaled once he realized he was not at eye-level. “Oh, right,” he groaned, punctuating his comment with a dismissive eye roll. “Should’ve known you’d be on your knees.” Khaled’s cheeks flushed bright red. “Get up and put some clothes on, we need to go to the morgue and identify a body!”

The last part of that command jolted Khaled out of his conditioning as abruptly as a kick in the teeth. “Wait, what?!” he asked, straightening up from his kneeling position.

“Just get dressed and come with me!” Luca said. He fumbled around his pockets until he found a small key. “You know where the safe is; get your clothes, and let’s go,” he instructed, tossing it to Khaled.

The young man caught it and dashed to the safe in the master bedroom, unlocking it and sprinting with the pile of clothes in his arms to change in his own bedroom. As he quickly dressed, he had an unshakeable feeling of dread. Thomas not coming home at all last night, no communication this morning, Luca coming over, and now this trip to the morgue –it was all adding up. If his master was truly dead, then he had no idea if or when he would be back at the apartment.

Khaled saw the designated hiding space for his cash jar out of the corner of his eye. He yanked it out and emptied it onto the bed, quickly folding and stuffing the dollar bills into every pocket, fold, and crevice of his outfit he could manage. Lastly, he grabbed his forbidden cellphone from its hiding place and jammed it into his pants pocket as he sprinted out to meet his foreboding feeling head-on.

Luca filled him in on the details as they drove to the morgue. A little after six in the morning, a bloodied and mangled body had been found hanging upside down from a crane at the dockyard. The ID in the dead man’s coat pocket had identified him as Thomas J Costa, but his face was barely recognizable beneath the blood and gore. The forensic pathologist would need a positive ID on the dead man’s corpse before they could tell the coroner to issue the death certificate for Don Costa, hence the need for Luca and Khaled to come down to the morgue.

“You know, if it is Tommy-boy on that slab, all of his assets will immediately be transferred to my control,” Luca reminded him, snaking an arm around the young man in a feigned gesture of comfort as they walked to the entrance of the morgue. “All of them,” he whispered. Khaled bristled under the other man’s touch as Luca moved his hand downwards. He did not miss the hidden meaning of those words. He jumped a little as Luca experimentally groped his ass on the way through the entrance.

The forensic pathologist met the men, their androgynous face set into a grim expression. “Next of kin for Mr. Thomas J Costa?” they asked. Both men nodded. The pathologist waved at them to follow them. “I gotta warn you though, he’s not a pretty picture. I cleaned him up as best I could, but just be prepared.”

No forewarning could’ve prepared Khaled for what he saw when the sheet was lifted from the corpse on that autopsy table. He recognized the cold gray eyes that now stared unseeingly up at him, the telltale scar at the man’s left temple, and what remained of the skull and snake tattoo on the man’s left pec, but that was about it. The rest of his master’s body looked as if wild animals had gotten to it. His usual dirty-blond hair was stained a coppery red, matted in places with clotted blood. There were cuts, bruises, and even burns scattered around his face, disfiguring it into something near unrecognizable. A long, jagged cut ran from his jugular down to his sternum, deep crimson with coagulated blood that had long since stopped bubbling from its schism. Deep gashes of a knife punctured his upper body and torso. His privates were…gone… and his legs from upper thighs to ankles were littered in cuts and bruises. The soles of his feet looked as if they had been burned away. Merely looking at his feet made Khaled feel faint, so he let his eyes travel back to Thomas’ face. The man’s dull gray eyes stared up at him.

“Well, is this him?”

“Yes,” Luca answered solemnly. He quickly swiped a hand over his eyes and took a breath to compose himself before turning to Khaled.

No matter how much he wanted to, he could not tear his gaze from the man’s dead eyes. He gave a small nod, at a complete loss for words otherwise. The pathologist merely answered a quiet “okay” before draping the sheet back onto Don Costa’s mutilated body, shielding Khaled from those steel gray eyes forever.

It’s finally happened, he thought. Master is dead… Instead of hope, or sorrow, or anger, or even a sick sense of satisfaction from witnessing this karmic justice, Khaled searched within himself and found nothing. He felt nothing, and then he questioned what kind of person he was, to feel nothing.

“Khaled, hey, Khaled…” a faint voice called out to him through the fog of his mind. Khaled stayed rooted to the spot, unable to move as he stared down at the veiled corpse.

“Khaled, sweetie, it’s time to go.”

He’s dead now, which means…which means what? The feeling of Luca roughly pulling him away from the autopsy table and dragging him back the way they came answered his own question for him. All the while, Khaled took shelter in his thoughts, not even fighting back as he tried to process what he just saw and what it meant for him. The man who had fed me, clothed me, given me everything is dead, and now, what am I?

“Well, it looks like you’re mine now,” Luca announced, pulling on his leather gloves as they exited the morgue and stepped into the parking lot.

That snapped Khaled out of his mind quick. The man who had once openly said he would’ve taken him while he was still a minor flashed him a small, sad smile. “Of all the ways I could’ve gotten you, this is the last one I wanted,” he admitted. He raised a gloved hand to Khaled’s face, gently caressing his cheek with leather-clad fingers. “But maybe, together, we can help each other process our loss.”

No. Khaled shook his head. Luca’s soft caresses quickly hardened into a crushing grip on his face. He drew him in closer until their faces were mere inches apart. “You’re mine now, Khaled,” he growled, glaring into the young man’s eyes. “I never approved of the erratic, unpredictable way Tommy treated you, and I promised myself that when it was my turn, I would be better.” Khaled’s hands scratched at Luca’s arm, which only served to tighten the hand around his jaw. “But not if you’re going to fight me the entire time!” He drew Khaled in closer, too close for comfort, as he maintained that crushing grip on his face. “So, what’s it gonna be? You gonna be a good boy for Master, or are you gonna make me hurt you?”

Letting go of Khaled’s face to allow him to answer was the greatest mistake Luca would make. With a fierce desperation to die rather than be owned by someone far worse than Thomas, Khaled drew his head back and collided their skulls with a crushing force. Both men withdrew from each other, each groaning in pain as they held their heads, but Khaled recovered from the head-butt first, and used the ten-second head start to make a run for it out the parking lot.

“You bitch! Get back here, you stupid little slut!” and various threats of bodily harm were shouted at him as he ran. He kept running, even when he rounded the corner and an exposed piece of chain-link fence grazed his thigh, nipping the skin enough to draw blood. He kept running, even when he wasn’t sure which streets he was running down as he single-mindedly sprinted ahead, most definitely lost. He kept running, even as the tears blurred his vision and the cold air stung his throat and lungs, and every time he tried to blink back his tears all he saw were those cold, dead eyes staring up lifelessly back at him. He kept running.

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[sophie-looks-at-stuff]

Some Modern Aemond Headcanons:

Hey y'all! So the votes were pretty close, but by a slim majority it looks like one post per character was the winner! 🥳 I also just have too many ideas for certain characters! So I'm going to start with my favorite, the man, the myth the legend, Aemond himself. My internet is going to be a little spotty for the next few days, since I'm going to be moving, but stay with me! I'll get them all on here at some point :)

He has a big black/gray great dane named Vhagar. I saw someone else say he’d have a great dane, and I totally agree!

He experimented with different colors for his false eye, blue, green, maybe even the signature Targaryen lavender. But ultimately he settles with the sapphire blue stone. It’s different, and makes him feel badass, but also a little pretty :)

Mans is the embodiment of dark academia, from style to work ethic. He’d be a double major in philosophy, and history. Maybe a minor in business, just in case Aegon somehow convinces Alicent and Viserys to give him the family business instead him. He’d still be the CFO or something, but CEO does have a better ring to it…

He'd get his own apartment as soon as possible. He doesn't like having roommates all up in his business. He refused to stay in a dorm room with a total stranger, so he and Aegon teamed up for once to convince Alicent to let them do an apartment together instead. But after a year or so, Aemond needed his own space… Aegon isn’t exactly neat and tidy sometimes. 

Speaking of his apartment, I think Aemond would be pretty minimalist. He doesn't super love clutter. But his office might be the one exception. Since he's a double major with a minor, he's got a lot of textbooks, and novels lying around. Unlike Helaena, he's not a collector, or a huge fan of nic nacs. But he does have his posh tea, and I think he'd have a small collection of about 3 or 4 daggers.

It would be interesting to see him with an s/o that is a collector, he'd probably end up designating a part of his house to them for all their little things. He could handle a small corner or bookshelf, but it grows on him overtime. And he gets secretly a little excited every time they bring something new home. "Hey look what I got at the antique store today!" "Add it to the shelf love :)"

Definitely a smoker. He knows it’s a bad habit, but he’s not super driven to quit either. It’s a stress reliever, and it gives him something to do while thinking. Helps him process stuff. (also it’s just kind of hot to think of Aemond with a leather coat and a cigarette, plus that motorcycle I mentioned earlier…) 

Black is his favorite color/shade, at least for clothing and interior decorating. But ever since he was a kid he's had a thing for blue, a deep ocean, sapphire blue. That's probably why he settles on the blue sapphire for his eye.

Modern boyfriend Aemond would be a secret romantic I think. He didn't really have many girlfriends if any in high school. He'd have had his first kiss and all that, but they weren't really on his radar. Part of me thinks Aemond would be with someone a slightly more extroverted than himself. They would get him out of the house a little more, even if it's just to take Vhagar for a longer evening walk than usual.

I think one of his love languages would be gift giving. He can be a little closed off sometimes, so when words seem to fail him, he'd find a way through gifts. They'd range from a bouquet of your favorite flowers, to a private dinner at the nicest restaurant in town. You saw a dress, or top you liked online? It would be nicely wrapped in a box on your bed within the next couple days.

He needs someone with patience. He's insecure about his eye sometimes, (not all the time, cause I feel like he has some days where he's totally feeling it). He might take a while to let down some walls, but when he does, you can read him like a book. You see him squint a little at something his brother said? You know he's annoyed and wants to change the subject.

Looovvessss dark chocolate. More particularly though, he loves chocolate covered espresso beans. It's his snack when studying.

He runs cold, he has an extra layer with him at all times. Sometimes it's a sweater under his leather jacket, or a scarf Alicent made him tucked into his bag.

[a-killer-obsession]

Wavelengths [Killer x Reader, Heat x Reader]

🔞 Minors DNI 🔞

A search for a rumored Vegapunk weapon leads the Kid Pirates to an unexpected new crewmate, with a bloodlust that rivals their own and an incredible power.

CW: Please check AO3 for all current warnings, but general warning for smut, slow burn, serious gore, and really dark themes. AFAB reader, she/her pronouns.

Masterlist || AO3 || Chapter 1

Chapter 29 - Fears and Fetishes

Time to haze some newbies, and perhaps indulge in some other pleasures.

WC: ~5k

Taglist: @h0n3y-l3m0n05 @tremendoushorsepatrolgoth @iggy5055

Dinner wasn't as awkward as you thought it would be, but it was certainly overwhelming. Everyone at the commander table wanted all the gossip on your pregnancy, and it was getting to be a bit much for your tired little brain. Thankfully Killer was able to at least turn the conversation at some point towards the plans for pranks, since Kid had decided to take his meal in his workshop instead. You had no doubt it was because he was angry at you and Killer, and since you both sat either side of him it would make for a more than tense dinner. Given his anger though, and since you'd already lost a day on your would be plans for the commotion, plans were changed to adapt. With Kid in such a bad mood, everyone wanted the hazing over with as soon as possible, before Kid could catch on and get even more pissed off. It probably would have been smart to give up on the plans all together, but none of you were prepared to let the newbies off the hook entirely. With that in mind, new plans were formed, starting with tonight.

Most of the plans involved your abilities, which conveniently the newbies didn't know the extent of. It was common knowledge among anyone who kept up with the news that you could create devastating shockwaves, and turn a man to goop, even the holes you’d made in the walls at the inn had made it to the news, but other than that your powers weren't common knowledge. It was perfect for this, thanks to practising daily you could use them from the other side of the ship and the newbies would never even suspect you. Why would they, if you were miles away minding your own business?

Minding your own business was the opposite of what you were doing right now, laying on your belly draped over Killer's legs, using the x-ray filter on your mask to spy on the rest of the crew while Killer read aloud to you. You were thankful your belly wasn't big enough to be uncomfortable to lay on yet, so you were trying to enjoy it while you could. With your enhanced vision you could see right through the ship, and all of the metal that threaded through it making up weapons and wires and other various nic nacs. Mostly what you were interested in right now were the skeletons, specifically those of your new female wards, though you were planning on hitting the regular henchie quarters too for good measure, so it didn't seem targeted. This was probably exceptionally creepy by most people's standards, but to be fair you could only see their skeletons. It wasn't your fault if said skeleton appeared to be washing a cucumber in the shower.

You had to stay up later than usual for this plan to work, but given you and Killer had taken a pre-dinner nap you were more than fine with that. As soon as it seemed like the women had settled into their curtained off end of the henchmen's quarters, you started a countdown. You couldn't wait too long, or they'd be deep asleep, but you needed to let them get comfortable first and let their guards down. When you felt enough time had passed, you sat up with a smirk, kneeling on the bed.

“Go time?” Killer asked, with a grin that matched your own.

“Go time,” you replied. Killer dragged his mask to his side, readying himself to put it on. He watched as you sat with your brows furrowed with focus, you could use your power from this far but it would take some serious concentration to pull it off.

Meanwhile in the henchmen's quarters, a strange wind-like sound began to howl, despite there being no draft. A tapping creeped along the wall, followed by what sounded like heavy footsteps. A few henchies stirred, the sounds pausing for a moment. They settled again as they resigned that there was nothing amiss, only for the sounds to restart. A few of the henchie skeletons sat up, including the tallest female, you guessed that must be Quincy. The footfalls continued, making their way closer to her bed, and you snickered as you watched her skeleton jump out of bed and climb into the bed next to hers, which seemed to be Dive's. Satisfied that you had their attention, and they were thoroughly spooked, you hit them with the cherry on top. It took all of your concentration, but you manipulated the light to make a glowing blue figure of a rotting sailor corpse appear in front of them. The screams were audible from Killer's room as the figure rushed at them before quickly evaporating, and you fell back against the mattress in a fit of giggles upon seeing at least five of the skeletons immediately fleeing from the room.

Killer chuckled and slid on his mask, holding his hand up for a high five, which you gladly returned, before putting on his best impression of a concerned, freshly woken first mate and heading out to ‘investigate the scream’. He returned ten minutes later, the smile on his face clear as he removed his mask and set it back down, kicking his shoes back off and climbing back into bed with you.

“Quincy pissed her pants,” Killer smirked.

“No fucking way,” you had to wipe the tears from your eyes with how hard you laughed, “what about the others?”

“Hip didn't seem phased, but you got Dive pretty good, and Bubblegum and the twins both fled the room too, though Bubblegum was the only one of them that saw the ghost, the twins mostly spooked on the scream. Which by the way was loud enough between the two girls and Bubblegum that it woke all of the henchies.”

“Brilliant, a good start,” you thrumbed your fingers together like you were a cartoon villain, already looking forward to the next phase of the plan. But first: some sleep.

The next day you were sure to wake at a reasonable hour, you needed to catch the others while they were getting ready in the morning. Still heavy with sleep, a scream rang out over the ship as a handful of henchmen were treated to blood instead of water for their morning shower. Of course it wasn't really blood, you just changed the colour of the water and affected the opacity a little. It wasn't easy given the running water but you only had to do it for a moment before most of the showering henchies came running out to the deck in their birthday suits. You felt a little bad for the experienced henchmen, but such were the casualties of war. You managed to catch the twins again, as well as Pomp and all three girls, though Hip hadn't even bothered to leave the bathroom, casually strolling out long after the others with a towel neatly wrapped around her. She was going to be tricky to break, for sure. The handful of naked henchies were met with wolf whistles from the commanders who were ‘conveniently’ out on deck, having known the plan, as well as the much amused officers who had no idea what happened but were laughing nonetheless.

Next came breakfast. Now that everyone was awake and in eyesight it would be easier to target just the newbies. Kid was still nowhere to be seen, but that was probably for the best. Once you were sure everyone was settled into breakfast, albeit many of them were already shaken, you executed your plan with a smug smile as you continued to eat, thankful that your back was to the bulk of the galley. Somewhere in the hall, Quincy let out a grand shriek as she looked down at her food, and it looked back up at her. The other newbies began to yelp, some of them gagging, others throwing their plate in a panic as eggs and sausages and bacon strips sprouted grotesque eyes and toothy smiles. Naturally, you turned to see what the ‘totally surprising’ commotion was, just in time to see Hip give a cold laugh and stab her breakfast right in the eye. You couldn't help but snort at that.

Killer, grinning wildly in amusement under his mask, stood and yelled at the newbies to get their shit together and clean their mess up, making threats about feeding them to the seakings if they wasted food again. He could barely contain his laughter as he sat back down, the occasional wheeze escaping his mask. It was a good thing he wore a mask because it was clear the man had a terrible poker face.

Over the course of the rest of the day, you got more personal with the pranks. Bubblegum suddenly found his meticulously styled zigzaggy hair to suddenly be floppy and straight, as you vibrated the hair gel to the point of destroying its structural integrity. Every time it happened he would huff, disappear to the bathroom, and reemerge with restyled hair, only for it to fall flat ten minutes later. He gave up after the fourth flattening.

For Pomp, you made his prized hat appear on Mosh's head, quickly starting an argument between the two of them. Heat made his way over to discipline them, as planned, and when Pomp accused Mosh of stealing his hat, Heat snatched the real hat from his head and waved it in front of him, making him feel slightly insane as he looked back at Mosh and saw the hat had never been on him. As he walked away indignantly you made sure it sounded like Pomp ripped an absolutely dastardly fart, which echoed over the whole deck, making everyone turn and stare at him. He quickly fled, his face bright red, as the whole crew erupted in laughter. You were sure Kid would have laughed too, if he had at any point come out of his workshop today.

Next you focused on the twins. This next part of the plan took a significant amount of effort, as you visually twitched their hairstyles. Of course Mosh was still massive, and Boogie still had terribly short legs, but the change was enough for people to forget who was who, given how fresh they were to the crew, and for people to start calling them by the wrong name. The real kicker is you made sure the change didn't affect either of them, so they couldn't understand why everyone was suddenly getting them mixed up.

Next came Dive, and you'd been looking forward to this one all day because it was a prank you used to pull all the time in the marines. When she wasn't paying attention, you turned her whole arm as green as her hair. She screamed when she noticed it, waggling her arm wildly like she could somehow shake the colour off. Much to your joy, and the joy of the other watching commanders, Quincy came running over to check what was wrong. As soon as she touched Dive to look at her hand, you made Quincy's arm green too. And so the great green-pocalypse began, as others tried to check on them and the green spread to more and more people, till finally the workshop door slammed open and Kid came stomping out.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS ALL THE RUCKUS?” he barked, and the rest of the crew froze. Before Kid got a chance to see, you made the green disappear. Quincy came running over to Kid, crying and holding out her arm.

“KIDDIE BABY!” she blubbered, “Dive gave me her infection and my arm is going green! Am I going to die? Is this some sort of sailor's disease?”

Kid grabbed her outstretched arm and turned it to and fro, frowning at the very normal arm. “What the fuck are you talking about woman?” He growled as he dropped the arm. She looked at it and blinked in confusion.

“I swear, it was g-”

“GET BACK TO WORK YOU LAZY CUNTS,” Kid barked, cutting her off, already bored and turning back to his workshop, “AND KEEP IT THE FUCK DOWN,” and with that his door slammed shut again.

You were more than surprised to see Kid slam the door in his new toy's face, and she seemed even more surprised, turning and blinking slowly, her arm still out in front of her. The rest of the crew who had been previously screaming all quietly disbursed, more than embarrassed. You were doing a terrible job at keeping your laughter at bay, doing your best impression of Killer as you both stood there silently laughing, the occasional wheeze escaping both of you.

Heat and Wire sauntered over to the two of you, muffling laughter of their own.

“You really used to do that to the marines?” Heat wheezed.

“All the fucking time,” you laughed, “idiots never even realised it was me, I'd purposely let them touch me and spread the green so I was just another unsuspecting victim, dumb cunts”

“I can't help but notice that the new blonde girl still isn't phased,” Wire noted. Sure enough, Hip was leaning against the railing, picking at her nails and looking utterly bored while the rest of the crew continued to examine themselves for traces of green.

“She wasn't phased by the ghosts or friendly food either,” you hummed, “tough nut to crack, that one”

“What about bugs? Snakes? Fire maybe?” Heat mused, “she's gotta be scared of something”

“I'll find it, whatever it is,” you replied with determination, “I think the rest of them have been thoroughly spooked, but I'm gonna bring out the ghosts again tonight for good measure. I'll swap my focus to blondie for now”

Killer slid up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, nugging his mask against your neck. “I'll give you a blondie to focus on,” he purred in your ear. Wire shook his head and immediately walked away, and Heat blushed, Killer was not known for public displays of affection. You wiggled your butt suggestively against Killer's front.

“What's wrong Heatie?” You brought up an arm to wrap around Killer's neck. If it wasn't for the mask you were sure he'd be marking up your neck by now, if the half-hard dick rubbing against your ass was anything to show for it. “Feelin’ shy? You weren't shy last time I gave you this kinda attention, or maybe you're jealous?”

Heat coughed and looked away, his cheeks blushing bright red. Killer huffed in amusement at his usually confident friend. Heat's eyes scanned you wearily, flicking to Killer and looking away quickly, worried he was about to get scolded. To your surprise though, Killer said nothing, instead you felt him harden against you. It was hard to tell what he was thinking as he eyed Heat curiously. With another amused huff he let go off his hold on you, keeping one hand on your waist as he started to lead you away. Heat kept his eyes on you as you walked away, looking almost longingly.

“Kil..” you mumbled under your breath, resisting his leading a little. Killer stopped and looked at you, you couldn't see it but there was a playful smirk under his mask. He looked at Heat, still planted in place, then back at you, looking up at him with wide eyes, barely visible through the purple sheen of your visor, your thighs rubbing together in obvious need.

“Feeling greedy today are we?” He purred. A heavy flush spread across your face, and you grabbed his hand, your resolve faltering as you tugged on his hand to lead him away.

“Forget it,” you blushed. “It's not something we've even talked about, don't worry about it”

Killer kept his feet firmly planted, pulling you back to him. He grabbed you so your ass was facing Heat, taking fistfuls of your flesh in each hand and gauging Heat's reaction at the purposefully provocative action. Heat very quickly pretended he hadn't been watching what he assumed to be a private interaction, but couldn't help but let his eyes wander as you squeaked under Killer's surprisingly rough hands. It wasn't like him to be so very forward, especially not in front of others.

“You sure about that princess?” Killer purred, shifting your short skirt up so it flashed just the tiniest bit of your clothed core towards Heat, who looked like he was ready to throw himself overboard to cool off the heated thoughts swimming in his brain. “He looks like he wants to devour you, and I might just be feeling generous enough today to let him. You have been so good to me lately after all”

You squeaked again as he groped your ass, smacking him on the chest. “K-Killer!” you yelped, “I-I would never! You're my lover, I wouldn't betray you!”

“Oh come now, it's just a little harmless fun,” he reassured you, “as long as it's my bed you come back to, I don't mind sharing.”

“Wait, really?” You blinked up at him.

“You love me don't you?” He asked.

“Of course I do!” You quickly replied.

“Well, that's all that matters to me,” he nested his mask in the crook of your shoulder, “You're more than enough for me, but I'm not blind, I know you see a difference between love and lust. If you wanna fuck other guys, or girls, I'm more than happy to indulge that, as long as I'm the only one that gets to make love to you”

You shifted your weight from one foot to the other nervously, looking back at Heat, who was leaning against the railing with his arm crossed, still pretending to not be watching you. You caught his eye and he quickly blushed and looked away.

“And… what about you?” You asked nervously.

“You mean will I be joining you?” Killer pulled you back against him, “I wouldn't miss watching him fuck you for the world, I want to hear him make you fucking scream”

A small moan only audible to Killer slipped out of your mouth and he knew he had you. In truth, Killer loved sharing a woman, and had long thought about sharing you, though usually he shared with Kid. As much as he was in the mood to indulge his fantasy of watching another man fuck you, he and Kid weren’t exactly on speaking terms right now. He wasn't against sharing with Heat though, especially considering he knew you were already comfortable with him, and Heat already knew what you liked.

“Don't you think it's a little… soon… though?” You asked nervously, “we haven't been together for long”

“No, you're right,” he sighed, loosening his hold on you. It was a good point, but just because he'd been thinking about it for months, and it was something he’d indulged in often before you came on board, didn't mean you had even had time to consider it. Not to mention your shaky sexual history. “Sorry, I got carried away”

“Kil, is this something you want?” You whispered, worried you'd let him down. You weren't against it, and in fact the idea of having two men pleasure you at once was extremely alluring, but you'd barely just found out you were pregnant, and it’d only been a few days since you and Killer had even started going the whole way again. It all seemed so fast. He was right that love and lust were separate entities for you, and you’d definitely fantasies about being between the two men more times than you could count, whether you wanted it wasn’t the issue. The issue was trust, and whether this was some sort of test on your faithfulness. Killer had taken so long to open up to you, surely this would be a stress on the relationship? Surely a man didn’t want to watch another man fuck his pregnant girlfriend? Then again, Killer had no doubt had a long sexual history before you came along, he’d known what he likes for a long time, maybe he thought about sex the same way you did? As just a pleasurable activity? There was certainly a difference though between rough sex and the gentle lovemaking you sometimes had with Killer.

“It.. it is… but don't worry about it princess,” he stood tall again, taking your hand in his, “let's just go spend some time together, aye?”

Hearing the disappointment in his voice made you realise that perhaps this was a kink of his, which meant surely it wouldn't affect his love for you. This was something he wanted, and it wouldn't change anything for you in regards to how you felt about him or Heat, you already knew you were more than capable of fucking Heat without falling for him. Not to mention, the pregnancy hormones had been making you unbearably horny. Your thighs rubbed together needily, thinking about being sandwiched between two such large, muscular, well endowed men. Men you trusted, that you knew would never hurt you. Your resolve set and your confidence suddenly fueled by need, you slipped out of Killer's hold and hurried over to Heat.

“Yin?” Killer questioned as you power walked away, he worried that he'd pissed you off. He wasn't sure who's brows raised higher, his or Heat's, when you grabbed Heat's hand and pulled him along behind you towards your and Killer's shared quarters. You didn't pause as you passed the masked man, giving him only a “you coming?” in explanation as you disappeared with Heat into the cabin.

Killer hurried in behind the two of you, locking the door behind him. You'd already pushed a very startled and confused Heat on to the bed when Killer sauntered up behind you.

“Are you sure my love? You don't have to on my account,” Killer asked, worried you were only doing this to appease him. You had a history of just doing what you were told to sexually please men who held power over you, and he was more than worried that this was just being done in fear of disappointing him.

“Oh, I'm very sure,” you stepped towards Heat, who was propping himself up on the bed with his elbows, his legs hanging over the side. You stood between his knees, removing your mask and placing it on the side table. “What was it you said my love? You wanted to hear him making me scream?”

Heat was bright red with blush as you climbed on top of him, straddling his hips and pressing down against his obvious erection. “How bout it Heat?” You purred, running your fingernails down his front and playing with the lacings on his corset, tugging on them and letting them snap back against his skin, “maybe we should show Kil what we used to get up to before he had the guts to claim me”

“Oi,” Killer growled, standing between Heat's knees where you had previously been. Heat's chest was rising and falling fast, his heart threatening to beat right out of his chest. Whether from arousal, or fear, he wasn't sure. He knew Killer had a fetish for watching, but he'd never been involved before, and especially didn't expect him to encourage it with his newly pregnant girlfriend. Not that he hadn't been eyeing you hungrily since hearing your happy, unexpected news, Heat had something of a kink for pregnant women, though he'd never admit to it. He was waiting for the other ball to drop though, worried that this was a test of loyalty from the first mate.

You turned your torso and looked right at Killer, challenging him, as you rolled your hips with purpose against Heat's hard length, pulling a long groan from him. “Maybe I'll just make my own fun, shall I?” You purred, continuing to pull groans from Heat as your nails started to leave marks on his exposed midriff. The way you weren't even bothering to look at him was making him feel used in the best kind of way, and it made his cock twitch underneath you.

Killer snickered at the challenge, confident now that you wanted this as much as he did, and that you were comfortable with this very sudden situation. He kicked off his shoes and slid onto the bed, sitting against the headboard and palming himself as he watched you press your clothed cunt against Heat. You sat back, raising your skirt so Heat could see the dampness forming a dark spot on your panties.

“What do you say Heat?” You bent down over him, running your tongue over the scars on his cheek til you met with his ear, “Do you want me to use you? Fuck you for my own enjoyment while Killer watches?”

Heat replied only with a surprisingly loud moan and a roll of his hips, bucking up into you hard enough that he almost threw you off. Killer made an amused huff under his mask as he continued to palm his length over his jeans. “You better show her a good time Heat,” Killer half laughed, “she's been awful bossy and needy since getting knocked up”

“I've always been bossy,” you huffed.

“And she's always been needy,” Heat laughed, finally getting comfortable with the situation and finding his voice. You smacked his chest playfully.

“Alright, that's quite enough from you,” you scorned, adjusting yourself till you could get your panties off and shuffling up Heat's body to straddle his face. “Let's give you something more useful to do with that tongue, shall we?”

Heat eagerly kissed your plush thighs, licking along the inside before wrapping his arms around them and pulling you down onto his face with a force that took you by surprise. He couldn’t deny that he’d missed eating you out, it’d been months since you’d let him touch you like that. You threw your head back and moaned as Heat's tongue delved hungrily between your folds, and you clawed at Killer's thigh for support. You watched as he finally freed his straining cock from his pants, and you swatted away his hand to replace it with your own, basking in his groans as you ran your thumb through the precum spilling from the tip, using it as lubricant to stroke him. His eyes were firmly fixed on where Heat’s tongue was greedily lapping at your cunt, your silk making his scarred face glisten. Satisfied that Heat's strong arms had you steady, you reached back with your free hand and slid it under the waistband of his baggy pants. He grunted into you as you took hold of his pierced length, stroking him and Killer at the same time, more than pleased with yourself to have two men in your hands at once.

Fueled by your pride you found yourself quickly reaching your peak, coming fast and quite suddenly on Heat's face as his tongue thrust in and out of you. Killer lifted his mask so his mouth was exposed, and he leaned forward and kissed you harshly, his kisses hard enough to bruise, swallowing your loud moans as Heat licked you clean of your release. He was beaming with pride for you, and counting his lucky stars that he had a woman so willing to indulge his fantasies on such short notice, and with such enthusiasm. You released Heat from the prison of your thighs and he panted heavily, a heavily lidded smile on his face, licking his lips.

“You're sweeter,” Heat noted, savouring your silk on his tongue.

“That's what I thought,” Killer hummed between nips at your throat. His hand reached down between your legs as you sat back on Heat's chest, still panting from your orgasm, two fingers easily sliding inside you, quickly followed by a third. You shivered as they pumped your over sensitive cunt. “So wet and open for us,” Killer purred, feeling you clench around his fingers at his praise. “You want a cock inside you, don't you princess? I can feel how greedy you are for it” He lifted you off Heat and into his own lap with his strong arms, your chest against his, and you reached down to try and line him up with your entrance, only for him to pull your hand away. “Uh uh, we don't want to be rude to our guest do we?”

You felt the mattress shift as Heat moved behind you, and you gasped as suddenly your hips were pulled back, your torso pushed down and your ass lifted in the air as Heat eagerly pressed his tip against your pussy. You whimpered and pressed back against him needily, trying to take him inside you. You looked up at Killer's unreadable mask, his cock close enough to your face for you to slide forward just a little and make kitten licks up his length.

You moaned as Heat slid inside you easily, your pussy open and eager for him, whining at the unfamiliar and pleasurable feeling of his piercings rubbing against your sensitive g-spot as he pushed your skirt up to your waist, groping the flesh on your ass and using it as a anchor to pull you towards him as he penetrated you. You eagerly took advantage of your current position and ran your tongue flat along the underside of Killer's cock, sucking it into your mouth as his hands found your hair and guided it further into you. He knelt in front of you, making shallow thrusts in time with Heat's.

“Good girl,” Killer groaned, his mask clicking against the headboard as his head tilted back for a moment before leaning back forward to watch where Heat’s cock was buried in your cunt, “look at you taking two cocks like you were made to do this.” He grunted as you moaned on his cock, Heat's thrusts forcing Killer deeper down your throat.

You were thoroughly enjoying being ricocheted between the two men when the lookout bell rang out over the ship. You almost choked on Killer's dick as the bedroom door swung open without so much as a knock, and you stared at Kid in the doorway like a deer in headlights, a string of saliva still connecting you to Killer’s cock, and Heat's dick still deep inside you.

[NEXT CHAPTER]

[dashofmonsters]

My logic says:

Mermen are nice and respectful and perfect so they must dress like tired college students or dads

Fae are handsome and smart and dress well so they must have a strange obsession with junk food and collecting nic nacs like little old ladies

Werewolves are great at the skills they set their minds to and a super duper respectful and protective so they must be dorks (respectfully)

Orcs are organized but they're always almost late or too early

Nagas have a great sense of direction but they hate clothes

Edit:

Incubi are sexy and smart but cannot hold their liquor. Super light weights

Vampires are elegant but they're big whiney babies

Driders are passionate but have issues with rambling

@intynidad thanks for the vampire and drider ones XD

[xbinksc]

i don’t think nic and vic are lasting whatsoever, not even trying to be mean. i think it’s insane that she was threatened by taby before her and nic got together, and this isn’t necessarily a stab at her, it’s at him too, because like come on. if you feel threatened by his possible feelings for someone else before entering the relationship and he’s still affected by her today… yeah, the relationship doesn’t have a strong foundation already. and i know people always try to find reasons why the white boy of the month shouldn’t be with his gf, but this is stuff the GH fandom knew a long time ago. it’s not just another baseless excuse. that’s why i hate the timing of all of this bc people like to be like misogyny this and that, which i’m sure affects his fans in some ways with the way they respond to victoria, but this isn’t created out of thin air for the reason of hating victoria. i just feel like she was threatened for a reason… as crazy as she can be, i don’t think it was baseless. it goes way back.

I somewhat agree but at the same time is it really gonna be labeled as her being insecure when she hasn’t attacked any of the other women that came out about nac?it just so happens to be taby that’s the problem?…I think that has another term🤔

[randy-is-my-name]

She makes me crazy with love. I've never felt such a strong desire for love for someone. This is different. It's a different feeling than anything in my past. I feel like she's the one I should have met so long ago.

We'll skip our morning escapades. We get up, one of us starts coffee, the other contemplates breakfast or not. We move through the kitchen, with purposeful little bumps and snickers, looking at each other with smiles so big, eyes so full of a natural love, we cannot help ourselves. As we get things in place and sit at the little table in the nook, we talk about what we will do today. We decide to drive to the beach and spend some time shopping the little shops and get a little sun in.

We arrive earlier than expected and begin our journey through the little streets full of beach and surf stuff, little figurines and signs and hand made items. Bags and sandals and flip flops everywhere. Shells of every kind. Up one side of the street and down the other. We've collected our days worth of nic nacs and walk back to the car. We're laughing and talking and putting our collection in the trunk. We suddenly have the urge to brace and kiss. We love each other beyond anything anyone knows.

We prepare to go down to the beach with our blanket and towels and other needed items. As we go along, we pick our spot. We set everything up together, like a team that has done it a thousand times, reading each other's mind for the next move. We decide for a dip first, walking along the waters edge, holding hands, always looking down for that prize shell or sharks tooth. We finally move to deeper water where no one is close by and we find ourselves snuggling together. My girl puts her arms around my neck and straddles me. We kiss passionately and she runs her soft hand down to my member and pulls it out, gently tugging and squeezing on it. She knows how to get my attention. I pull her bikini bottom to the side and together we slide it inside her. She holds me and looks at me with a look that a woman can only give, when she is getting her satisfaction. I'm making love to her and it's so good. She begins to whimper without being heard. She needs it, she wants it. I let loose inside her the very love of a man in love. She felt it. Her body felt it. Her member snuggled against our bellies, spasms and twitches, her juices, forever washed away to the sea. She was in ecstasy and heaven. Her eyes roll to the back of her head, I'm wondering if she may lose consciousness or not. She briefly, left for another world. She comes around and looks at me, smiles, says "I love you" and pulls herself off. I fix myself as we wade through the waves to our spot. No one, we think, is the wiser. She lays down and asks me to oil her back and of course, I go the extra mile and oil her legs and thighs, teasing her with my hands in her secret places. We lay down together, positioning ourselves in the correct angle to the sun. I fall asleep thinking how much I love my girl, the most incredible, loving woman I've ever known.

[cobalt-punk]

Saw a 'draw your fav like this' meme on X the other night and just HAD to.

I call him Nic-Nac.

[chockiesgroup-en]

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[aliceisaperson]

Omg wait do you. Do you have any Ruthlice headcanons to share with the class? I’m thinking about them again n I’m gonna sleep now but. Ruthlice my beloved.

Yessss they’re one of my favorite rare pairs of course I do!!

Alice is autistic and usually feels like she constantly has to mask around people, but she feels like she can truly relax and be herself around Ruth.

While Alice is working on one of her plays, she reads through it with Ruth to see how it flows. The play eventually gets to have a staged reading and Alice wants to cast Ruth as the lead because she already knows she’ll be perfect for the main role from when they read through it together. Ruth is really really hesitant but she eventually decides to do it for Alice and since it’s just a reading. Doing the reading was a big confidence booster for her though and she starts auditioning for things because of it.

They first met when Ruth signed up to do lighting for a production at Hatchetfeild High and Alice was stage managing, they didn’t really become close during that production though because Ruth thought Alice was super intimidating. (I think I’ve actually shared this one before but I don’t fully remember)

Alice like crocheting to unwind and relax so she’s constantly gifting Ruth little crocheted gifts and nic nacs

Ruth really wants to be romantic so she often tries to cook really fancy meals for date nights. These always turn out horribly cause Ruth can’t cook for shit but Alice always eats all the food on her plate because she thinks it’s really sweet how much Ruth tries to do something nice for her.