#phew. just had to get that off my chest. feeling better now

[canarydarity]

Speed racer au tango is speed racer and Jimmy is Trixie

[writingsbymo-mo]

I'm not Alcoholic

Drunk!Rindou x Reader

Contains: fluff, drunken shenanigans, Ran being a worried older brother as he should

Summary: you got off late from work, head to the convenience store near your apartment. What you didn't expect was the surprise you'd have when you get home.

"Sigh...another night of cup noodles. Least they had my favorite tonight."

You were finally on your way home from work, having to take some overtime to finish up a few things. Just another typical day. You were glad you had the next couple days off to rest instead of slaving away with minimal pay. "I need to find a new job," you sighed, clutching your bag from the combini, strolling briskly to your apartment.

As soon as you approached the building, you opened your bag, digging your keys out with a minor struggle but you managed to find them. "Phew, now I don't have to break a window....eeeh, nevermind." You shook your head, arriving at your door when you dropped your bag and keys in a panic. "R-Rindou!"

You scrambled over to him, reaching out to touch his forehead. He was hot to the touch, face flushed crimson when you noticed a subtle sweet smell coming from his breaths. Ah, of course.

Arms suddenly wrapped around you, pulling you against his heater of a body, slurring his speech as he said your name. "Mmmine...."

"Rin!" You squeaked. A rush of warmth blossomed in your cheeks. You tried wriggling your way out of his hold but of course, his firm arms were too strong to move even in his current state. "C-can we go inside please?"

His arms slumped as soft snores left his lips. Somehow, it's like he understood...maybe? Doesn't matter. You stood up quickly, grabbing your keys and unlocked the door. "Rin....Rindou...pst, Rindou," you shook his shoulder, mumbling his name. His eyes cracked open, hiccupping and smiling at you. "Shoo pretty."

You smiled and shook your head, hoisting him up from under his shoulder, "thanks Rin, let's get you inside and something to drink, ok?"

He stumbled and swayed, giving you a hard time keeping your balance, walking him to the couch. You set him down, lifting his legs onto the cushions. "I'll go get you some water. Rin," you turned around and muttered under your breath, "and give Ran a quick text. Bet he's worried sick."

With a glass in hand, you filled it up with cold water. 'I should get him something to eat too,' You thought, 'guess I'll be making two cup noodles.'

While you let the water heat up, you stepped back into the living space and nearly dropped the glass. "R-RINDOU?!"

"Wwhaaat?" He whined. His arms were folded across his chest as he stretched his legs out on the couch in splits....with nothing on, giving you a full view of himself.

"W-why did you take your clothes off?" You placed the glass on the table next to the couch.

"Tooo *hic* waaarm..."

"I'll get the fan," you picked the glass back up, handing it to him, "this will help you in the meantime." You smiled, kissing him atop his head.

Soon, he began to feel better. His snores filled the room as you placed a blanket over him. You didn't have the mental capacity to think about explaining why he's naked under the covers. That's a problem for tomorrow you. With quiet steps, you got into bed and fell asleep.

A few hours into the night, you were woken up to something pressing into your back. Something warm. Something that smelled subtly like sandalwood. "R-Rindou," you croaked through your tired and dry throat. "What are you doing in here?" He grumbled into your ear, nuzzling into your neck as his hot breath sent tingles down your spine. You sighed in defeat. You knew he wouldn't wake up in this state nor could you escape his grasp. All you could do now is try to fall back to sleep. "Goodnight Rin. Please don't scream when you wake up..."

Bright rays of the morning sun illuminated your room. You cracked your eyes open and yawned with the stretch of your limbs. A deep, tired groan entered your ears as Rindou stirred awake. "Fuck...," he lifted his head, gripping his forehead.

"Need something for that hangover?"

He jolted back, eyes wide as his mouth hung open. "H-how did—WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES?!!"

"You stripped them off when you got too hot...they're uh...still in the other room..." you blushed and looked away, twiddling your thumbs. "Do you usually do that when you're drunk?"

He sighed, running his hands through his hair. "It's not the first time it's happened...did I—"

"No, you just went to sleep. Don't worry. Actually...I did find you outside my door when I got home. You scared me, Rin! I was worried you got sick or maybe Ran got mad at you over something..." you looked down with a small pout, releasing a heavy sigh, "just glad you're safe."

Rindou placed his hand on the back of your head, pulling you against his bare chest. "Sorry, love," he whispered, kissing the top of your head. You hummed, closing your eyes as you basked in his warmth. "Oh, when you head back...um...you kind of owe Ran for keeping him up almost all night..."

"Fuck.......better get the usual...."

"Sorry, Rin..."

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Ring....ring.....

Ran: —is Rindou there?!

You: Yeah...he uh...fell asleep at my door...and is now on the couch.

Ran: Sigh...that little shit...he owes me for keeping me up this late...

You: Haha, yeah. Knew you'd be worried.

Ran: ...yeah...at least I know he's safe and I don't have to bail him out.

You: Oh! Uhhhh....does Rin usually...strip when he gets drunk?

Ran: I'm starting to believe that's a yes.

You: Ummm, and what's that supposed to mean, Ran?

Ran: I've only seen this happen a couple times when he's shitfaced drunk. Woke me up playing his mixes and found him jamming in commando...

Yiu: pffft ahahha! Oh...my god...he didn’t!

Ran: Oh, he fucking did. Threw a pillow in his face and told him to go the fuck to sleep!

You tried to hold in your laughter but to no avail, you cackled into the phone.

You: That's fucking hilarious! But anyway, I'll tell him you owe him when he wakes up. See ya.

Ran: Mmhmm.

Click

"Sorry Rin but it looks like you'll be making a stop before you head home tomorrow..."

[octuscle]

I've always been a well put together scrawny guy. Never really got along with other guys who were more masculine. I'm eager to see what's on the other end of life. A bear, hairy, with a big belly and a deep belly button. Can fart among other men openly, freely, and, most of all, proudly. The kind of guy who can fix a car with one hand while the other hand is scratching my belly button or drifting the stench of my farts up to my nose. I want to be as filthy of a man as can be, and I want to be proud of it!

As they say in an old Hollywood movie, life is like a box of chocolates… Do you like chocolates? Here's a box.

The chocolates are made of very dark chocolate. They smell of wood, leather and tobacco. Masculine. The first one has rings as a symbol and melts in your mouth. It tastes of whiskey. Very tasty. As the saying goes. A moment on your lips, a lifetime on your hips. You can feel your belly growing a little. And the piercings in your nipples feel great.

You can't really tell what's on the next chocolate… An eggplant? Maybe. It tastes… Musky? Your boner is growing in your pants as your belly swells over the waistband. Your foreskin grows back. You run your hand down your pants. Yes, that's good. You smear the precum. With your other hand, you take another chocolate.

It's a bear or something… Also filled with alcohol. But something different, tastes like beer. You have to burp. Your shirt stretches across your stomach and chest. You're growing fur. Everywhere. That was really tasty, you need another one of those. Hehehe, the burp was even better. Phew, how it stinks. Male! You have to take your shirt off before you tear it to pieces. You pull your hand out of your pants, the waistband is getting too tight. You smell your hand. Sweat and musk, sticky from the precum. You rub it clean on your hairy chest and then unbutton your pants. Your cock pops out like a jack-in-the-box.

There's another animal head on the next praline. Could be a bull. Your belly doesn't just swell, it bloats…. Brffffffffft! Phew, you can still put up with your own farts. And here comes another one. You take a deep breath. Yes, that's what a really good fart must smell like. You rub the bulge in your leather pants… It feels great. And the leather can tame a bit of your farts if necessary. If you want…

You haven't tried any of those yet. They have a geometric pattern on them. Your pecs have become man boobs. Big, powerful but soft. And decorated with tattoos that look like you've had them for decades. You get another one with an eggplant on it. Your balls and cock swell up. Your cock is rock hard. Shit, you have to cum. Your cum flies all the way into your beard. A deep puddle forms in your belly button. You rub it all into your fur with your calloused hands.

You've never had one with a wheel like this before. It tastes of oil. Kind of disgusting. And somehow hot. You put your heavy motorcycle boots down on the coffee table and adjust your muir cap. Shit, chocolate pralines don't really fit in your motorcycle workshop. But they do taste good. You have to fart again. And burp immediately afterwards. You hope no customers come in now.

The appetite comes with eating. You take two with a bear on them at once. The leather sofa groans under your weight. The muir cap feels great on your bare skull. The remains of your tobacco still cling to your mighty beard. Yes, you actually feel more like a good portion of Copenhagen or a cigar than a chocolate. But there are only two left anyway. One with a ring on it and one with a bull.

Shit, you can feel a hurricane brewing in your guts. You rub your belly and your tits. Your huge piercings in your nipples and glans are impressive. The leather strap stretches across your upper arm. One of your boys comes into your office and wants to ask you about the Fatboy that's due to be finished this afternoon. This is the moment you've been waiting for. Brbrbrbrbrffffffft! Shit, a bison would be proud. You take a deep breath. Your coworker turns pale. "Get used to it, boy!" you growl.

To apologize, you have given your employee an extra-large box of chocolates. He is to share it with the other boys. His questions are all answered. Now you need a midday nap. Your boys know that. For the next half hour, all they'll hear is snoring and farting coming from your office.

Pic found @musclefetish77

[savemesomenachos]

A Change of Heart - Chapter 1

I’d recognise you in another life.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader, Christine Lenker (OC) x Reader

Warnings: Nothing for this chapter. Age gap between the reader and Joel but not significant (5-6 years ish). Reader is AFAB but uses they/them pronouns. 

A/N: I’m sorry it took sooooo long but it’s finally here

Word count: 2.5k +

Well, this is fucking stupid. Turn around and walk away.

Turn around and walk away.

Turn around and-

“Where you goin’ kid?” Tommy’s voice rings out in a gruff Texan drawl that’s been growing on you. He crosses the street in three long strides and a very-happy-with-himself smile on his face and swings an arm around your shoulder which almost trips you. He’d been quite the character for as long as you can remember, and it’s been a while. The wife only exacerbated his constant smiling, and you were as happy as you could be for him, but you’d never tell him that. 

“I was actually heading to yours, wanted to drop off the cookies I made for Maria”, you mumbled, shrugging his arm off and increasing your pace, wanting to avoid all conversation. Tommy had this…gift as he called it; He knew instantly when your mood was off or when you’re not telling the truth. This could turn out to be one of those moments unless you power-walked to his house and finished what you came for: cookies.

“Kid, you know I ain’t letting you off that easy right?” he says, turning a concerned eye towards you. Damn, it might be too late.

“Tommy, I have stuff to do, okay? Move,” you command and return his gaze with a stern one of your own. He stares at you a beat longer and shit shit, he kno- 

“Okay, but you better come over for Christmas dinner this year. Maria’s always asking about you kid.” Phew.

“…Fine. For Maria,” you respond, struggling to contain my breath of relief at his ignorance of the volcano of feelings threatening to tear your chest wide open. Holiday season in the apocalypse was not fun for everyone but you didn’t have it in you to break Tommy’s or worse, Maria’s heart.

“Whatever you say kid, I’ll take those cookies of your hand, you can get back to your ‘stuff’,” he says, putting up his fingers in air-quotes. He reaches out to grab the box of cookies from your hands, but you pull it back, just out of reach. 

“These better make it to Maria or I’ll hear about it.” Your attempts to make a threat prove futile as Tommy manages to manoeuvre the box out of your hands with his signature smirk plastered all over his face and his eyes shining with amusement. “Aye aye cap’n,” he signs off with a goofy laugh spilling from his lips and continuing in the direction of his home. 

A smile threatens to take over you face as you watch his figure retreat in the distance. But then you remember, you have to go home…alone. The smile never comes, and your heartbeat stumbles at the thought of being alone. You would have thought you’d be used to it by now, what with the apocalypse and a dead family. You thought you were used to it until you met him. Images threaten to take over your mind and you shake your head as if to physically get rid of the feelings his thoughts always brought on. Unfortunately for you, there was no seeing him again. Ever probably.  

Sometimes when you’re alone, you think back to the months you spent with him and wonder if he’s still alive. Maybe alone and still on the road like when you met him. Or maybe he’s settled down now. Found a home, a partner, a family. Or maybe he’s dead or worse, one of the clickers. You wonder if he still thinks about you. About those days you spent trekking through ruined cities and camping out in desolate buildings at night. Or about the times when he would insist on keeping watch because he was too tense to fall asleep. And the times you had forced him to get some sleep, so he didn’t burn himself out. And the times you held each other in embraces that encompassed your body and mind. Warm, soft and grounding. Embraces that tethered you to each other and made you feel alive and dizzy and safe.  Something you hadn’t felt in a long time.

Sure, Jackson is safe. You have a few friends scattered around the settlement that you couldn’t imagine life without anymore but there’s something about being wrapped up in the arms of someone you love and feeling safe. Your eyes start to burn with unshed tears, and you try to powerwalk your way the rest of the way home and before you know it, your house comes into view. You almost sob at the chance of being in bed and crying your heart about before a figure blocks your view and you walk straight into it.

“I know you love to see me but that kinda hurt,” a buttery voice came above you. Your gaze raises to look at the source of it and your breath gets caught in your throat. Brown locks frame her face and small wisps of hair get caught in her lashes which lift, giving you a view of those familiar hazel eyes. Your eyes trail down her plump cheeks and lips when you see them tilt upward in a smile. 

“I bought you something,” her voice sounds again. You swallow hard in an effort to clear your mouth of its sudden dryness. When you try to speak, your voice comes out croakier than you had hoped.

“What is it,” you rasp and immediately cough to cover up your nervousness. She smiles even wider and shows you the item she had tucked behind her back the whole time. It’s…coffee. 

“You…where did you find that?” you gasp, as she places the bag of coffee in your hands, and you inspect it for the liquid gold it’s going to be once you make it to your kitchen. Your eyes raise to meet hers again and you see a shimmer of something that you’re not ready to accept yet. 

“Patrol,” she answers, looking right back into your eyes. “Found an abandoned house a few miles out, got rid of a few clickers and found this bad boy just sitting on a shelf,” she says as she shifts nervously on her feet while her fingers begin to wind and unwind, a tell-tale sign of her fidgeting.

“Christine…” you trail off, while staring at the bag of coffee in your hands. “I can’t accept this, it might be the last bag you find in a while,” your arms stretch out in front of you, offering the coffee back.

“It’s a gift,” she announces, while covering your hands with her soft ones. She’s holding your hands and it’s the softest thing you’ve felt in a while and you’re gonna think about this for-.

“Keep it,” she clasps your hands that hold the bag that you’ll probably go through in a week. She smiles widely and squeezes your shoulder in reassurance, but it only makes your heart lurch at her warm touch. She turns to walk away with a whispered ‘bye’ leaving you with, what can only be described as heart eyes. You stare at her back for a long while and secretly hope she looks back, but she never does. You exhale a long, tired sigh and stare at the coffee in your hands. Coffee. You couldn’t believe two things: a. coffee still managed to survive the outbreak and b. she just gave it to you. Like it was nothing. But it did mean something to you. How could she possibly- A gasp leaves your lips as realisation floods your consciousness.  

“You know what I miss the most from before?” you slur drunkenly, while leaning heavily on your arm that was resting at the bar. Christine looks at you with unfocused eyes and red in her cheeks, probably as drunk as you are right now but neither of you seem to care. She takes a long sip from her whisky and tucks her palm underneath her chin, resting her elbow on the bar. 

“Your house?” she mutters with an unsteady hand spilling whisky on your hand. She giggles when she realises what she’s done and starts to apologise but you can only muster a loud giggle in response before you make a very slow attempt to wipe your hands on your jeans. The room seemed to be spinning with how many drinks you’d just had but you couldn’t look away from her eyes. Her pupils were dilated, but you could still see the speck of green in her irises if you looked close enough. For a minute you forgot what you were talking about, too lost in looking for that hint of green before she laid a hand on your shoulder. “Well, what is it?” she questions.

“Coffee,” you sigh dreamily. “I had this whole routine, you know. It’s kinda stupid now that I think about it but every morning I’d wake up and I’d have the worst mood known to mankind.” She laughed but inched forward, curiously gazing at you, her hand back to being tucked under her chin like a little kid being told a wonderful story. “I’d go downstairs, fire up the espresso machine. God, that fucking espresso machine. It was the fucking best. I’d go brush my teeth while it was heating up, extract a double shot, steam some milk and make very poor attempts at latte art. Every morning. It wasn’t special but it was…” you trailed off as you felt tears pool in the corner of your eyes. “I get it, I had the same thing with cigarettes,” she says, taking a slow sip of her drink. “Couldn’t take a shit without it.” Your ears perked up and it took a second to realise what she was saying. Your eyes locked and you break out into a fit of laughter, keeling over each other and holding your stomach in pain. 

“I can’t believe you just said that” you wheeze through laboured breaths, cheeks hurting from how hard you’d been laughing. “I can’t even imagine you smoking.”

“Yeah well. Guess I’m different now. But the point is that it’s not stupid. I know exactly what you mean. I think it’s okay to miss the little things. Important even. I don’t ever wanna forget what life was before this because it was a big part of me. Those little things made me, me.”

You snap out of your daydream when you hear kids screaming nearby, throwing snowballs at each other. You crack a smile while walking up the steps of your porch and swing the door open, your eyes still focused on the small bag of coffee in your hands. You almost walk into a kitchen counter because you can’t peel your eyes away. No one had been this nice to you in a really long time and while on the surface, it didn’t seem like a big deal, it was to you. It meant the world to you that someone remembered little things about you. It was hard to be kind in the world you were in, and it was nice to see that people still found ways to do that. Even if it was just dated coffee. 

You rummage around in your cabinets before you find one of your most valuable things in the house: a cafetière. You smile triumphantly before filling up the kettle with water and being careful to pour just enough coffee grounds, not wanting to spill or waste any. You rest your elbow on the counter, watching the water bubble and thinking about Christine. You think you’ve become a bit obsessed lately but now that you think about it, you don’t know her that well either. Sure, you’d hung out a bunch of times but all of them were super casual and none of them involved any real get-to-know-each-other conversations. That’d be too much of a date like setting. 

A loud knock on your door makes your ears perk at the sound and silently hope and wonder if its Christine. A smile makes its way onto your lips as you practically skip to the door. You pull it open but its only Tommy. Your smile fades slightly but he notices anyway and raises an eyebrow at your crossed arms and faint smile. 

“Good to see you too darling,” his voice drifts into your open house. “And what the fuck smells so good?” he shoulders past you, leaving you briefly stunned in the doorway and beelines to the kitchen, with you hot on his tail. He raised the bag of coffee to his nose and takes a deep inhale, his eyes closed in concentration. “Wow, that’s some good shit, where in the hell did you find this?” The kettle clicks off and you yank the bag of coffee back, tying it off and putting it back on your shelf. “A friend. Found it on a patrol.” You can feel his smirk before you even see it but you busy your hands, by pouring hot water into the French press and swirling it around with a spoon. 

 Tommy’s voice rings out yet again with a hint of knowing in his voice, “This friend…wouldn’t happen to be Christine, would it?” Your hand stills for a second before continuing to swirl and incorporate the coffee better, before you put the top on and turn your body to face him. “And so, what if it is?” 

“Oh, nothing. Just thought you’d want to tell her how big of a crush you have,” his smirk widens impossibly while he turns around to rummages in the cabinets. “I don’t have a fucking crush Tommy, we’re just good friends.”

“Oh yes, absolutely” he snickers and delicately pours coffee into your favourite mug. “I just think, given that it’s the end of the world, maybe you should consider putting yourself out there kid. It wouldn’t hurt to try at least.”

You felt a twinge in your chest at his words. You knew what he was saying was right, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Not again. How could you explain to him that you did try, and it did hurt. A lot. And sometimes you still think about him, it keeps you awake at night. How could you tell him that you found love in the most unexpected of places at the most unexpected of times, but it wasn’t yours to have in the first place. Tommy was wrong to think that the end of the world is a great place to find love. He did but most don’t. 

“Hey,” his voice breaks you out of your thoughts. “You okay kid?” His concerning gaze almost makes you cave and tell him. “You seemed a bit off earlier too. What’s goin’ on?” He hands you the cup of coffee and guides you to your couch. He sits you down with a comforting hand on your shoulder and sits next to you, keeping his eyes on you the entire time.

“Nothing Tommy. I’m okay.” Lie.  “You know how I get around these holidays. I just…miss my family.” Somewhat true.

“Of course, yeah. I miss my brother too,” he whispers, his eyes downturned and his fingers lacing and unlacing, a sign of his nervousness. “I’m sure he’s okay Tommy. Hell, maybe he’s out looking for you,” he cracks a smile and tuns his eyes on you again. “Yeah, that’s what I’m worried about,” he mumbles. 

You frown and take another sip, contemplating the complicated relationship between the brothers.  From what you’ve heard, Tommy split up from the brother a few years after the outbreak when he joined the Fireflies.  They kept in touch for a while until Tommy met Maria.  Since then, Tommy hasn’t radio’d his brother.  

“Maybe you should radio him. He’s probably worried sick and what if he-” “He’ll be fine. Besides, I can’t risk everyone here just so we can talk, can I?” he turns his pleading gaze to you and for a second, you think he might cry.  

“Tommy I-”

“I’m gon’ go ahead and help Maria with dinner. You still coming yeah?”

You sigh and realise that this is not something Tommy wanted to discuss at all.  You smile lightly and nod once, placing your hand in a comforting grip on his shoulder.  He stands up and rubs his palms on his jeans before he walks towards the door.  He glances back at you and smiles before making you promise once more that you’d show up to dinner.  “I said I’d be there Tommy,” you sigh with exasperation and follow him to the door where you playfully push him out and let out a grunt because of his refusal to move from the doorway. 

“Think about what I said kid.  Christine could be good for you,” he ruffles your hair slightly with an annoying laugh and you bat his hand away with a scowl that quickly turns to fondness when he turns back to walk away. 

If only he knew.

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[arlemangel7]

His only fold

Gambit x black fem mutant reader

Part two

When the car stops he realizes that he lost track of time in you, so he came up with something that would get yall out of here, hopefully...

"Listen I explain everything later but right now I need you to attack me?" You look him up and down alittle confused by this request but feeling the pull of the slowing down vehicle, and not wanting to pass up the opportunity to get your licks back from the man who got you in this mess in first place you give him a "hmph aight" nod and used the recoil of the stop to propell yourself forward into his lap from there you went to work slamming your fists Into various places from chest to stomach careful not to scratch up that pretty face of his to much.

He didn't do anything to fight back he just made exaggerated noises screaming out "can I get some help back here?, she's gonna kill me and I wouldn't like to die that way". The guards not paying to much attention just giving the *bang* "keep it quiet in there love birds" quickly picking up on his plan you decide to take a different approach "so your really not gonna hit me back what a joke" saying this she pushes his hand in in her hair directly on to a Bobby pin giving him a pointed look to pull it. "Aaow" she pushed his head in the wall yet again making a exaggerated noise. Hoping one of two things would happen he'd either uncuff us first and get out or the guards would come back here to separate us and we'd escape that way, "which ever happened first" she thought.

*click* off comes one pair of hand cuffs *click* off comes the other pair they slip both pairs into his pocket to prevent the *thud* of the fall. Out of the corner of your eye you see one of the guards pier back not wanting to draw there attention now "mmph" you kiss him hard keeping both your freed hands hidden from view "that's better I knew yall could get along" he says through a breathy chuckles. "Shouldn't we stop them" you hear the driver say to the passenger "why they finally stopped fighting and were almost there might as well let them have this especially where she's going." Realizing this would be your last opportunity to get away with out threat of back up you quietly pull back giving a pointed stare to the door he nodded.

Taking the bumpy road as and the cover noise needed, *bam*,*BAM* two good kicks to the door and it flies open "hey, shit do not stop this truck?" The passenger says the driver before he slides the door median door open to reach you two. But he was to late you both jumped out moments before her could grab either of you and with a tumble you were on your way.

High tailing it into the near by brush you make your way through the trees, down a hill into an abandoned church for cover. You make your way to the bishops office to sit down and catch your breath. "Phew, thought we never get away" he says leaning up against the desk across the love seat you had stretched across.

"Yea that did have me for a minute, now might I know who I have to pleasure of speaking with?" You say readjusting your fringe as you await his answer "people call me gambit but you ma cher my call me remi, remi labeau." He says in a slight bow "and who may you be ma cher?" You debate telling him your name but ultimately decide to because why not yall did escape together "y/n, is what my momma named me but the streets call me pinky, reasons being obvious." You say flashing your eyes which happen to be glowing now due to the darkness.

[atouuu]

Amethyst (a Silvercandle fanfic)

(Note from the author: putting something different here than on ao3,,but this is my first fic first off and this is only the first chapter here. ALSO BTW THIS IS VERY MUCH SILVERCANDLE FLUFF AS YOU CAN TELL FROM THE TITLE SO..if you dont like the ship this one isnt for you,, For more context i suggest you see it on ao3 but this spawned from a twitter thread between me and a mutual and basically its silver and candle and some other ii characters and my personal ships playin minecraft in candles attempts to cheer up silver during a rainy week,,constructive critisism is encourgaed since im very new to this so ye,,enjoy chapter on and here is the ao3 link to the fic as i will be updating it with the other chapters as time goes on so rn im just really testing the waters,,,OKAY ON TO THE FIC!!)

Chapter 1: A Rainy Week Ahead

Silver lay awake one night at hotel OJ; it had been raining for practically the whole day, and Silver usually was fine spending these particularly gloomy days for him in his hotel room reading (that is when Lightbulb wasn’t trying to get him to “cheer up”). Though, this time felt different...Silver didn’t exactly feel himself..this whole self betterment journey he’s been..feeling off.. According to the forecast it was gonna be like this all week, and Silver surely didnt have enough books (or emotional stability) to just stay in his room for a whole week. So he decided, instead of sleeping, he’d talk to Candle; even though she was definitely asleep by now…

Deep breaths …Silver Spoon thought to himself. He reached over to his bedside table to get his phone and opened the messenger app, but he hesitated. He hated seeming too clingy towards Candle…even if he knew, she did care about him..and love him..a lot…He didn’t just want to talk to her..he wanted to be with her, physically. Silver sat there, for at least 10 minutes, just staring, gazing, daydreaming, as he looked down at his phone in silence; the rain outside gradually beating down even harder on the window of the room. He winced at the sound of thunder. God he hated this. He really couldnt stand this much longer. He threw off the ugly orange covers of his Hotel OJ bed and hopped out of bed, dropping his phone in the process. “Whoops..” Silver Spoon said softly to himself ...praying and hoping to God that he didn’t wake Lightbulb…the LAST thing he would want in this moment was to be questioned. Silver could have seen her moving under the covers (though he was also wondering how she wasn’t suffocating by now) but she didn’t seem to have woken up.. “Phew…” That was close. He snatched his phone off the ground and walked to his closet and got the baby blue robe that Candle got for him and threw it on over his pajamas, opening the room door very gently and closing it as such before tiptoeing down the hall to Candle’s room. 

Unfortunately for Silver just as he was about to knock on the door; very hesitantly; BOOM, there was the thunder again, scaring the poor guy off his feet nearly, so if he wasn’t gonna go through with knocking before, he’d definitely done it now as he practically slammed his face and phone into the door, leaving him standing there in front of Candle and Goo’s room in a daze. Click click. “Silver Spoon…my dear, are you alright..?” Silver, standing there with his knees still shaking and his heart basically trying to beat out his chest, took a moment to register her voice… “Silver…” Candle gently rested her hands on his shoulders as she tried to calm him down, eventually patting his back and leading him into her room and onto her bed. Silver at this point had eased back into his senses as he sat. Candle, after gently closing the door as to not wake her roommate, sat beside him, a concerned look on her face it seemed, though it was difficult for Silver to make it out because, the lights in the room were off, the only light being the dimly lit night light Goo had plugged in on his side of the room, where he still lay soundly asleep. They sat on Candle’s bed in silence for a moment. “So..is something wrong?” Silver, of course, not wanting to admit to just..wanting to be in her embrace, instead of admitting it, he hesitantly wrapped his arm around her and pulled her in for a hug; resting his head on her shoulder in the process. “No..it’s nothing..” Silver said, though it was muffled considering his face was buried in Candles embrace, which she returned in response to his own. “Hm, right of course, you came all the way down the hall here, in the middle of the night, for..nothing, dear?” Silver groaned as he sat up; “Okay FINE it’s not nothing…I just wanted to..see..you..” Candle chuckled lightly, which was enough to give Silver even more of a warm feeling inside (than he already had from actually being with her now). “Oh Silver-” Another crackle of thunder. Silver shuddered and huddled even closer to Candle without even noticing; he paused and backed away for a moment, blushing out of sheer embarrassment. “..S-Sor-”  Before he could finish his needless apology though, she quickly but gently hugged him back with a soft look on her face as she looked up at him, still quivering. “I see what it is now…” Candle got up from the bed and took Silver’s hand; subsequently setting his pale white cheeks to a rosy pink shade yet again. He followed her out the door and down to the first floor and into the lobby. 

“Sit down for a moment.” Candle whispered, as she seated him onto the couch, going into the kitchen, and getting Silver a glass of water before sitting down next to him. “Need anything else..?” She switched on the TV which was, to Silver's dismay, playing the weather channel, to which Candle quickly switched to what seemed to be some kind of nature documentary. “I’m..quick alright, my dear..” A beat of silence passed, as Silver took a quick sip of water. “...Thank you..by the way..I know it is rather…late…” Silver, getting comfortable and crossing his legs criss-cross-apple-sauce style on the couch while gently resting his head on Candle’s, considering their height difference, chuckled lightly before yawning. “Oh wow, so you’ve come all this way just to fall asleep again?” Candle snickered as she leaned in towards him, awaiting a response. “Well, it is rather difficult to sleep when the rain outside is practically trying to break in with how hard it’s pounding on my window!” Candle chuckled at this even more, resting her head on his shoulder. “Oh Silver…this week is surely going to be a wild ride for you, hm?” Silver crossed his arms and scoffed at this, but ultimately sighed and chuckled. “I suppose I could..use some new ways to occupy myself…”; remarked Silver. Candle paused to think for a moment. “A new way to occupy yourself huh…” Candle scanned the room for a moment; and again…and yet again. One more time; ding, there it was. She had it. “I have just the plan. That is if you’re willing to strengthen some bonds..?” Silver gave her a very clear look of confusion as the two layed eyes on the console, which belonged to Pickle, on the entertainment stand below the TV. What on earth did she even mean by strengthening bonds..?? “..And that is supposed to mean what exactly, my dear..?”; Silver wondered. “Oh, you’ll see, trust me, it’ll be fun.” Despite the obvious confusion conveyed by Silver, she got up and began to head upstairs. “You stay here, I’ll be quick.” “C-Candle..” She was already up the step before he could raise his voice. “Well..I do suppose she did say she’d be.. quick …” A blanket of silence fell across the room. BOOM; another crackle of thunder. Silver jumped, pulling his legs closer into his chest and he waited eagerly. Speaking of blankets..he really could have used one right now…

(Note from the author AGAIN: thaks for reading all this, if you have thoughts dont be hesitant to lmk really i do wanna know what people think IK THIS IS VERY LONG WINDED AND OFF FOR WHAT I'VE POSTED ON HERE BUT BEAR WITH ME THIS WAS ACTUALLY KINDA FUN..if you want me to post any other chapters here i will anyways..have a good day/night <3 -Atou)

[artificialqueens]

[WIP] Rock Hudson's Parties (Jadore / Biadore) - Imafuckinglibra

Full disclosure this is potentially some niche stuff here folks. I’m working on a story, inspired by 1950 romantic pulp magazines. Featuring Jadore & Biadore up the freaking wazoo. All the wazoos in fact.

Summary: A fresh faced young man gets off a bus in New York to move in with an estranged college friend, now a broadway star. Old flames flare up again but are potentially derailed when an older man’s temptations threatens to comes between them.

‘What they put in the water here?’ He panicked.

“Unspeakable things huh?” Jinkx cooed against his lips, crashing their bodies together for a manic make out session. Maybe on another night Danny would’ve discouraged this behavior, no he wouldn’t.

Who’s he kidding, this is great.

He feverishly returned the kissing, their lips parting just enough for inhaling fresh air between desperate moans. If he had the right sense he’d probably rip that gorgeous dress off her right then and there but he couldn’t, too many layers and too many people on the other side of that door persuaded the rational part of his mind better.

Jinkx ignored this simple line of thinking and reached for his hand, guiding it slowly to her undercoat, up her thighs and between her legs.

“Oh god.” Danny whispered feeling unable to tear himself away from the heavy petting. Logic and rationale leaving his body momentarily as he fought to stay calm and more importantly, discreet.

His mind rushed with previous images of Courtney stuck between her lovers, her breasts heaving into the tight vested chest of the blonde boy holding her up.

His muscle toned forearm pulling her up into himself with force - strong, masculine force.

“No. When we get home.” He pulled himself off and away when his fantasies had drifted too far. “Later.”

Jinkx moaned one last time as he bit onto her smudged swollen lip. Agreeing to contain herself for one more dance number before they’d call it a night.

Danny quickly helped her fix her make up with a wet piece of toilet paper in the small cracked mirror hanging near them. Ready to resume their drunken partying as if absolutely nothing had changed except the confirmation about their intentions.

“Heeeey. You get your drink?” Roy inquired grabbing Danny by the arm when he tried walking out the bathroom.

“Uh…no, sir.”

Thinking on his feet he managed to maneuver them both using an equally tipsy Roy’s body weight against himself, redirecting them away from the slightly less than disheveled Jinkx, who was still hiding in the bathroom waiting for the coast to clear. 

“Well let’s fix that.”

Phew.

“They’re gonna start cleaning soon so this is more a last call deal, got it?” Roy grumbled as he struggled to pull the cork off a bottle of cheap looking whiskey. Sighing defeatedly when he remembered the bottle was in fact a twist cap, an authoritative wave of his index finger shushing the snickering younger man.

Danny pretended to zip his lips, mulling it over while Roy poured the drinks. His lips kept shut, pinched between his thumb and index finger before he caved, letting his thoughts out aloud. “Lemme ask you a question, Mr Designer.”

Roy looked the boy up and down, examining him with an imaginary magnifying glass before he stood taller, ready for the kill. Slugging one of the whiskey shots back before he answered. “Those pants are horrible. They don’t fit yah and the jacket is even worse, ugh. Stop by my place next week I’ll tailor the shit out of it for you.”

“Why you - I ought - you know, you’re an asshole.” Danny huffed.

Did he take the insult a little too personally, perhaps. Maybe it was just thanks to the liquid courage still flowing through him. Or the stress. Or the travel fatigue. Who knows. Who cares. He'd gotten under his skin.

“Careful.” Roy grinned. “Language like that can get your arrested.”

“Wha-huh?” The younger’s face dropped like a school boy who’d just been scolded.

“I’m kidding!” He laughed. “Say whatever the FUCK, you want around here. Nobody cares, they’re all degenerates.”

“Oh…”

“Now seriously. What was so pressing?” Roy assured him handing his glass of whiskey over to him. Their fingertips barely touching as if Danny imagined it. It could’ve been just his watch strap, he told himself, probably was but he couldn’t tell.

Shaking off this feeling of butterflies in his stomach Danny blurted out. “Is it true what they say about men who wear matching ties and pocket squares.“

“Let’s say it is.” Roy answered hushed, his voice low, barely an echo. Suspicion in his eyes he casually tucked the green fabric in his breast pocket away and out of sight.

“Oh I wasn’t going to say nothing, I just meant. You see a lot of those in, in Hollywood you know.”

“That so?”

“Yeah. I knew a friend who said their cousin worked for one of the guests’ at Rock Hudson’s parties. He saw everything.”

“And how did you feel about what your friend’s cousin’s employer saw?”

It felt by his tone as if they were both testing the water, slowly leaning down into each other’s gaze like a predator and his prey observing one another across a pond. Taking a slow drink from the rim of his glass as if it could be the last before disaster might strike. The air disappearing, evaporating into thick tension.

“I felt,” He gulped. “like, maybe, New York might not be all that different.”

“It’s not.”

[ss-hikaru]

So apparently I've had this account for 7 years now... It was originally just for posting clothes I made as part of a craft project that has long been abandoned. After the decline of Twitter (I refuse to call it X) and dabbling with Instagram, Mastodon and Threads, I think I now have a better idea of what kind of social media app(s) I want.

For short-form (throwing thoughts into cyberspace) style posts, Threads seems to be good replacement for Twitter, with the bonus of eventually becoming federated. But for long-form blog-style posts, Instagram has been pissing me off.

Rant incoming:

Why does the entire feed refresh even when you haven't gotten to the end, when you switch apps? I didn't really mind the ads (nothing is truly free after all) but why did it always intersperse stuff from people I didn't follow before actually showing me posts from my friend list? Why did it feel like it needed to notify me whenever someone on my friend list posted? Because it knew the feed structure meant I probably would never see them? Why why why wasn't stuff in chronological order and re-viewable?

Phew, good to get that off my chest 😅 I want sure if I should keep it since I don't think it's healthy to be too negative, but eh it's just Insta. Honestly, interacting and posting on Instagram made me not really want to write, but I actually do really like writing. Even if no one reads it or interacts with it, I enjoy writing for myself. I feel like considering how to put my thoughts into prose makes me appreciate the media I consume and projects I work on more.

So I guess, Tumblr Take 2 here we go 😆

[writerofweird]

Here is my reading of a story I wrote when I was eight; a story based on Tricky, an old Saturday morning show from CiTV hosted by a cartoon dragon who would introduce cartoons and interview celebrities.

Here is the story:

The Adventures of Tricky

based on the CITV programme on Saturdays.

Chapter 1

Tricky is a dragon. He lives in a towering house in CITV Town. He reads the newspaper every day before breakfast. His favourite cereal is Wheaty Puffs (favourite cereal of all dragons.) One day,Tricky was reading the newspaper when something caught his eye. CITV TOWER.NOW HAUNTED BY MACABRE PHANTOMS.NOBODY GO IN THERE.

“I`ll just go there,” said Tricky. “I know there`s no such thing as spectres, shadows and wraiths!” When Tricky got there, however, the door was boarded up. Tricky managed to get the planks of wood off the door. Then he found out...the door was wooden, mouldering.

Tricky knocked on the rotting door asking, “Anybody here?” Nobody answered but the door creaked open by itself. When Tricky got within, he saw that the place was all gloomy. When one of his feet hit the wooden floorboards, there would be no creak, just a maniacal laugh. Suddenly, candles flickered all over the room. When that happened, a green apparition with flesh wounds, slippery ooze, one eye lost and oozy tentacles to squeeze your bones appeared. Ugh! He was the most abominable, loathsome, grisly apparition you have ever noticed.

“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! WAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” it wailed. Therefore, a gremlin with biting fangs springed out of the floorboards. Monster bats swooped down from the stairs. Skulls bounced on the floorboards. Then,one of the spectres crashed into the wall and little microchips fell out of it.

“That ghost can`t be real,” said Tricky “Real phantoms go through walls without microchips falling!” Tricky opened a door. Within, just as he thought, the newspaper reporter with a remote control.

“Aha!”said Tricky, interested because he had found out who was behind it. “Curses!” said the news reporter, that was the lying criminal mastermind. “I want to be the superb news reporter in the universe!”

“Well, tough luck, then, Mr. News Brain!” said Tricky. “I knew there were no such thing as dreadful, macabre ghouls and spectres!”

“So,Mr. Don`t-believe-in-ghosts, I have traps to flatten you like pancakes(or pizzas!)” explained the news reporter. As soon as he said that, a huge compactor fell from the ceiling. Luckily, Tricky had learnt how to sprint(phew!) and dodged the deathly compactor.

“Bah!Foiled!I hate him!” said the criminal mastermind, really bad-tempered. “Grr! Don`t know why I even tried!”

In the meantime, Tricky had managed to get to his home. “All safe now,” Tricky said, while he was going to bed.

What he didn`t know that a new villain was at the town tomorrow.

Chapter 2

Oh, I haven’t told you that Tricky`s favourite newspaper is the Dragon Gazette. Next day, he was reading that when he came across something, WATCH OUT CITZENS.CHEERLESS MORTAL WITH TOXIC WASTE BOTTLE IN POCKET.KEEP INDOORS.

“Rubbish! Utter bilge! TOMMYROT!” mumbled Tricky to himself. “Nothing could actully ha...” Tricky stopped. He looked through the window. There he was-a cheerless mortal.

“Hmmm. Is he a opponent? Wonder if he`s wanted? Better meet him,” said Tricky and went outside. “Okay then,”said Tricky when he got outside. “What`s your name?”

“My name is The Master of Death!” said The Master of Death.

“Okay, Mr. Big Master Of Death Cheerless Mortal Pants, I challenge you to a fight!” said Tricky(wasn`t feeling scared at all.)

“Okay, Mr. Green Dragon!” said the master of death.

So, Tricky went back home. He had secret weapons in a chest. He put on a gas mask, his very own anti-poison suit and lastly, a gun.

When the fight began, loads of things passed. The Master of Death spilled some poison on the ground. Fortunately, Tricky leaped over it. Tricky got out his gun. He shot the gun at the Master of Death. The gun was filled with scent! It smelled so pleasant!

“Arrrgh!You win!” gasped The Master of Death. The Master of Death went off. “Yessss!” shouted Tricky for victory.

When Tricky went home that night, he didn`t know that a new enemy was at the town tomorrow.

Chapter 3

Tricky was at his home reading the Dragon Gazette next day when something caught his eye. TEN THOUSAND ARMED, THREE EYED, TIME TRAVELLER, FETCHING DANGERS FROM TIME WITH HIS MEGA FAST TIME MACHINE.STAY AWAY FROM HIM.

“Must be a figment of their imagination,” said Tricky to himself. “Better take a walk.”

When Tricky went outside, there was a T-Rex and a Ultrasaurus. By the dinosaurs was a monster with ten thousand arms, three eyes and a badge saying, “My name is Mr. D. Pasthe-Fewture.”

“You`ll never defeat me,” said Mr.D.Pasthe-Fewture. “Get him robots!”

When the robots came one said, “Wait, we can`t get him.”

The other robot said, “That`s right. He`s a dragon. He must be a danger from the past.” The robots went away.

“Grr! Dragon!” muttered Pasthe-Fewture.

Tricky said, “Good.”

Mr. Pasthe-Fewture was getting more hotter than a sausage in a barbecue. “For mental punishment, I shall lock you in my new cyber-prison.”

“Knew it!” thought Tricky. When Tricky was in the cyber prison, he went through the door. “Just as I thought,” said Tricky. “Just a vision.”

When Tricky got to D. Pasthe-Fewture, he said, “How did you know it was an illusion?”

“I looked at your cardboard time machine that isn`t real,” said Tricky.

“I give up!” said D. Pasthe-Fewture.“Hmm.I wonder why!”said Tricky. So,that evening,Tricky didn`t know that there was a surprise waiting for him tomorrow.

Chapter 4

Tricky got bright up that morning. He did that in case there was any more enemies. When Tricky looked in the newspaper there was a photo....of HIM!

The photo was on the front cover with the headline: HERO! TRICKY IS OUR NEW HERO! DEFEATED THREE CRIMINAL MASTERMINDS!

“Wow! Me? A hero!” said Tricky astonished.

Tricky decided to take a walk. When he opened his door, there were thousands of people outside. They were all cheering, “Tricky!Tricky!Tricky! Who`s our hero? Tricky! Who`s our hero? TRICKY! TRICKY! TRICKY!”

“Eh?”said Tricky. Tricky got through the crowd and found a place with no crowds. There was a newspaper seller though.

He was shouting, “Extra! Extra! Read all about it! Tricky`s a hero!”

“Warrrrgh!” Tricky went by a television shop only to hear the news person say, “Here is the news! Tricky is the bestest hero in CITV town.”

“There`s things about me everywhere,” said Tricky. “What place has no things about me?” Then Tricky had a super plan. “There might be nothing about me in the sweet shop.”

There was!

“What?”

Tricky lollipops!

Tricky rushed home. Phew! There was a knock on the door. “Who`s there?” asked Tricky.

The door opened `til it was ajar. “Hello,” said a voice through the door. “Wanna buy a flag because you`re so heroic?”

“NOOOOOOO!”screamed Tricky.

The door slammed shut. Don`t be a hero whatever you do in case the things that happened to Tricky happen to you.

Well, Tricky didn`t know what happened next day.

Chapter 5

Next day, something really bad happened.

“WHAT?” screamed Dr. I. Bawl, the three criminal mastermind`s leader.

Dr. I. Bawl`s face is just an eye with no nose, mouth nor ears. Nobody knows how he talks, smells and hears. Dr. Bawl wears a oozy lab coat. He also wears zombie`s trousers! I. Bawl`s feet are just boxes full of dangerous things! I hope when you have a science teacher, he doesn`t look the same.

“But, boss,” said the criminals aloud. “There`s a dragon hero in town!”

“Really,” said Dr. I. Bawl. “What does this plan ruiner look like?”

“Well, boss,” explained the criminals, “he had wings, was all green, had pointed fingers and had wing shaped ears!”

Dr. I. Bawl went to his plan ruiner computer. He typed the words the villains had described Tricky on the computer. The computer said, “Well,the one you`re after is Tricky!”

“So?” said Dr. I. Bawl.

“So!” said the criminal masterminds.

In the meantime, Tricky was walking through the park singing, “Stop that pigeon,stop that pigeon,stop that pigeon...”

Dr. I. Bawl was hiding behind a tree. “I shall squash Mr. Big Pointed Finger Green Winged Pants with this hammer.”

Dr. I. Bawl heard footsteps. “Time to use my hammer!” Then, with the hammer Dr. I. Bawl threw the hammer. When it went down, there was a big CRUNCH!

“Direct `it!” said Dr.Bawl. The hammer went off where it had hit and then there was....THE PARKIE!

“OI! WHAT`S YOU`RE LITTLE GAME?” he shouted and biffed Dr. I. Bawl ten times.

Doctor I. Bawl still didn`t give up. For the time being, Tricky had a plan. He covered a pot of something up with leaves and left a book called: EVIL PLANS by N.M.E.Genius. When I. Bawl saw EVIL PLANS, he rushed and rushed to it. Trouble was, he was about to get it when he fell in the pot of manure(Glad I told you?)

When that happened, he cried, “You haven`t seen the last of me!”

Tricky said, “Better luck next time, Swotty Pants!”

When Tricky got home, he got the Evening Dragon Gazette to find out that the headline was: NO DANGER WITH ENEMIES NOW. ALL THANKS TO TRICKY.

“Ahhh,”said Tricky, “All well that ends well.”

When Tricky went to bed that night, he slept well and dreamt of all the things he did.

Ever heard about a dragon like him?

THE END

[mir-iamwilde]

Talk Dirty to Me || DAMIDGE

TAGGING: @dannyssylvester, @mir-iamwilde

LOCATION: Indigo Sounds.

TIMEFRAME: 10/12, early evening.

WARNINGS: nsfw, really just a lot of dirty talk, probably don't read it, they're sickos.

NOTES: Midge tries her best to make Danny feel better.

Danny Sylvester

Somehow, this wasn't the worst day in his life ever. But it still fucking sucked. Cherry on the top of a shitty day. Trying not to completely lose his shit, Danny sat off to the side watching the other people in the recording studio with him. This wasn't good. But trying to shake off some of his sour mood, he turned to look at Midge who sat nearby. "Hey." He started in a soft voice. "You okay?"

Midge Wilde

Was she expecting to get ushered into a building while on her way to get coffee today? No, not quite. But at least there were some familiar faces around. When she heard Danny speak, she looked over, a surprised smile forming on her lips at what seemed like genuine concern. "I'm okay." She assured him, "Although I did have a date last night and now I'll probably never know if the dude was planning to all me back, but no big deal." She teased, sliding next to him and nudging him with her shoulder. "You okay?"

Danny Sylvester

Once Midge assured him that he was okay, Danny felt some of the tension leave his body. Only some though. "Cool." Then he gave her a smile at her words. "Wow really? Was it a good night, I bet it was pretty wild." He chuckled a ran a hand through his hair. "Yeah... I think he probably would have." Bringing his knees up to his chin, he gave a small shrug. "Loaded question." Was he okay? Absolutely not. He needed to check on his siblings, and it was Sage's birthday tomorrow. "It's fine."

Midge Wilde

"It was alright, dude had potential with a few training sessions with me." She teased again, hoping in some way to lighten the mood. Midge nodded when he said it was a loaded question, not really great that the comforting thing but hoping she could help somehow. "Fine? Is that like in The Princess Bride when the guy get's his arm cut off and then he's all 'tis a scratch!'?" 

Danny Sylvester

"Training sessions?" He asked, his tone teasing yet curious. "Oh he's definitely calling you back." There was still a smile on his face but it didn't reach it eyes, clearly forced. Shaking his head he rolled his eyes slightly. "That's Monty Python's Holy Grail." He explained. "But yeah, it's kinda like that I guess." Danny turned away and looked down at the ground. "I just need to be out of here."

Midge Wilde

“Yeah, you know, sometimes you just need a little help from an expert to get on top of your game.” She frowned slightly, wondering what was bothering him so much. Sure, it could just be the situation but it seemed like there was something bugging Danny below the surface. “Aren’t they the same thing?” She asked, not really remembering one having much standout from the other in her mind. “Well, I can’t help with the getting out of here part, but despite being great in bed, I also happen to be a fantastic listener and a world class secret keeper, so if you want to dress that flesh wound, I’m happy to help.”

Danny Sylvester

Danny gave Midge a wicked grin in response. "I'd love to get on top of something for sure." But then his face turned back sullen again, clearly feeling sorry for himself. He shook his head at her. "Nah, very different. Princess Bride is better too." Danny considered Midge's words carefully and gave her a grateful smile. "You are good in bed I can't deny that. But thanks. It's a long story though so I don't think I'll bother you with it." It might have been good to get everything off his chest with someone different. And he could trust Midge right?

Midge Wilde

She let out a laugh that actually felt pretty genuine when he spoke, even if it faded quickly. "Well, I guess when we get out of here I'll have to rewatch them and refresh my memory." She nodded when he said it was a long story, "Phew, yeah. I appreciate you sparing me, I just have so much to do today, I never seem to have a spare minute anyways."

Danny Sylvester

"We can watch them together sometime if you want." Danny shrugged, not something he'd normally suggest with a girl, but he liked Midge. He just nodded at her. "It's fine, don't really feel like talking about it anyway." Then he turned to look at her with a frown. "So much to do? Like what? Babe we are stuck in here and not leaving any time soon."

Midge Wilde

"I would actually love that, you seem like the kind of dude who wouldn't try to explain all the dumb jokes to me." Midge nodded when he said he didn't want to talk about it, knowing well enough when to drop something. She laughed and shook her head, "That was sarcasm, guess my sense of humor is a little too dry for some people." She bit her lip thinking for a second, "Anything I can do to take your mind off your big worries?"

Danny Sylvester

Danny shook his head and screwed his nose up. "No I hate those kinds of people, they're the worst." As Midge explained herself, he just smiled sheepishly and shrugged. "Sorry I didn't get that. Guess I've got a lot on my mind." But then he chuckled and slid a little closer. "I'm sure we can both think of something we can do together." A sly grin on his face.

Midge Wilde

She felt bad for him, she had a lot on her mind as well, but he seemed like he was being dragged down by something deeper than all of this. “It’s cool, sometimes I need to remember not everything is a joke, I can really put a dick in my mouth sometimes, or whatever that saying is.” She grinned, hoping her joke was more clear this time. Midge didnt understand what was with Danny but he had some kind of affect on her, and his grin gave caused butterflies in her stomach. No, not in her stomach, about 6 inches lower than that. “Maybe we should play a little game. Pretend it’s not a lockdown, it’s the end of the world. We’re stuck here, tell me all the things you want to do to me.” Midge was nothing if not forward, but even this was a little over the line for her usually, but she figured if there was one way she knew to perk Danny up, literally, sex, or at least talking about it was probably it.

Danny Sylvester

He laughed louder this time and his grin at Midge got even bigger. "I don't know if thats right, but you can have a dick in your mouth if you'd like." And he simply shrugged in response. She was truly something else, and Danny really liked that and liked her. How forward she was just turned him on, and it was intoxicating. He sat right next to her now, his hand resting on her knee as he looked into her eyes. "I think the list of things I don't want to do would be shorter." Danny joked, his charming grin still on his face. "But I would definitely fuck you on every surface there is in here. Especially a piano, that would be hot. In every hole too. And then I'd eat you out until your legs give out. Need me to say any more?"

Midge Wilde

It wasn’t often that Midge got flustered, really never. Other than when she was in the presence of her father and that was pure fear, so entirely different. And there was not an ounce of fear in her when it came to Danny, it was all adrenaline and wanting. As flustered as she was though, she kept her face composed, and reached her hand down to his that rested on her knee and slid it higher up her thigh, “And when my legs are giving out and I’m ready to come are you gonna make me ask for it? Maybe hold me down so I can’t even touch myself, make me beg for it before I can have it?” She said, her voice quieter now as she practically whispered in his ear, her own hand finding its way under his shirt, her fingers trailing along the edge of his boxers. “I’ve always thought it would be hot to be tied and up teased for hours.”

Danny Sylvester

She moved his hand higher and his grin got even bigger if that was possible. "Of course I'm going to make you beg, only good girls get to come and you need to prove that you're a good girl." Her free hand was roaming all over his body now and his breath hitched as it moved lower, so close to where he wanted it. It was taking every bit of him to not just take her there and then. "If that's what you want then that's what we'll do. It's the end of the world after all, might as well make it worth it and live out any fantasy you want." His lips were so close to hers, barely brushing against them.

Midge Wilde

She grinned right back when he said they should live out all her fantasies, something telling her that he would happily do just that, end of the world or not. He was so close to her that she could feel his breath against her lips. Midge leaned in, closing the gap between them for a brief second before pulling away. "Well, I suppose that took your mind off things for a bit, yeah?" She said, her grin growing slightly teasing as she stood from her spot, "I should go see if Addy ever found that spider or whatever."

Danny Sylvester

As she moved in, Danny's eyes closed and he readied himself for a kiss, but one didn't come. His eyes snapped open and he frowned as he saw her pulling away. But there was that twinkle in her eye and the teasing grin and he rolled his eyes but grinned back. Fine, if that's how she wanted to play it. He could tease her too. "Oh yeah I feel loads better now that I've got the image in my head of me fucking you while you're all tied up and nothing you can do about it." He stood up too and nodded. "Yeah let's try and find Eileen's spider."

[think-it-through]

hello tumblr. here i am w another thit in ur face.

today s topic.

my mental instability, diagnoses, and other such beautiful things. but mostly, me, breaking down.

why is it so goddamn hard to get an evaluation when you need one. i need one because i am in a horrible mental state and have been in a similar state mkst of my life and then IT ALSO. heightened. so much in the past year.

one year ago i was quite happy. happiest ive ever been even. i met my partner, i was doing great at school. i had a good relationship with myself.

also one year ago in a week from now. exactly a week since today. is when my grandpa passed away and then it all went to shit!!! my health (physical) my health (mental) my relationship with myself (quaking) my trust in my ability to perform well professionally (currently invisible and yet still somehow present).

in the process of this horrible fall i found out one of my parents has previously been in a mental health hospital and the other one has a diagnosis. HA! who would've thought!!! NOT ME. because god forbid they taught me how they cope with their mental health nono.

the coping is "don't stress" and "crying won't solve anything" and "you'll grow out of it". WELL. GUESS WHAT MUM. i grew INTO IT.

phew. it feels weird to put all this in a positivity blog but it is my blog and i love it and positivity helps cus YES. LOVE PREVAILS. BUT IT DOES NOT NEGATE THE STRUGGLE AND THE BAD. it can still struggle while loved.

and i really. really. want to be better. so bad. sosososososoosososo bad. however! :( however! it has not been working. a self care shower and cutting my nails does nkt help. crying every day does not help. writing from time to time does not help. it helps. but it doesn't take away the pain in my chest, my urge to randomly do very bad things to myself, my fear of the future and my fear of everything. my fear of what people think of me when i am not mentally healthy. my fear ill be stuck in this. my fear ill be just like my father. my fear that I will end up doing all those bad things to myself. my fear that i wjll be a good for nothing living off of my parents mlney. my exhaustion with every daily task. my sleep issues.

but, most of all. nothing takes away the pain in my chest and my confidence that i am not a good person. that i am not capable. that i am abnormal. that i dont do enough. that i dont try enough. that i am a spoiled brat good for nothing fake nice person.

which? wtf what bad person would be so genuinely preoccupied and eaten the fuck up about being a good person. and not in a "performative activism" way but in a. i need to help make the fucked up world better. i need to. i have to. i want to. but am i doing enough. am i. am i? am i????

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i.. idk! let me try and be grateful. i love my family. i love my partner. i love my friends. i did so much this year that i really thought I would not be able to do and i did it pretty damn good while also trying to not overwork myself. i. did my best. with my best intentions for myself and everyone. so. yeah. isn't that all i can do? what more do i want from myself?

i just. i think so much. so much. bit ironic since this blog is called think-it-through. but its in a sense of thinking it through when u see bad stuff. weighing in the good stuff. or idk. i didnt think that much when i did choose it.

it's going to be okay. not everything is my responsibility. nothing is in my control actually. i am safe for today no matter what decisions i take and what things i can do. sometimes(always) stuff like being sleepy, depressed anxious and procrastinating is NOT a decision. it is not. i need to give myself a break.

i have literally been growing (typo from going. but truly I've been growing) through the worst of my life in the last 12 months, back to back. whatever way i perform. it is understandable. i need to stop aiming so high. (and yet not actually specifically aiming anywhere because im scared of choosing a career choice) but. yeah. i need to stop pressuring myself to aim high in every micromanaged thing.

as someone told me "everything ure scared of, someone is profiting off of." and fuck off. fuck off. to that i say. i will grow and learn to live acting out of love only. and not fear.

i deserve love. everything deserves love. i am kind and good just because i want to be. i am okay and i am going to be ok until im not and then ill figure it out. im not going through something easy but i have support, resources and motivation to get better.

and you do too. good luck. u can do it.

[ideas-on-paper]

Monster Hunter Tri Diary, Part 7: Royal monster guts dinner with Lagiacrus

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Disclaimer: Text is paraphrased from my localization and might slightly deviate from the English version.

Quest: Guts: It's What's for Dinner

Alright, since things are about to get a bit intense, I got myself the complete Hunter's armor. I had to fiddle a bit to get the complete set, since I'm not able to make the helm and faulds at this time due to lacking Ice Crystals. So, to keep money and resource investments at a minimum, I forged the parts for the chest, arms, and legs at the smithy, and bought myself the pieces for the head and waist from the Outfitter. The reason I want the armor is the Vision skill it comes with; it will automatically show the position (and type) of any large monster on the map, without having to mark it with a paintball. (Which, as we will soon see, will come quite in handy for this quest.)

I appreciate that the quest name is a reference to an American beef advertisement. The fact that there are so many meat advocates in Monster Hunter Tri makes this extra hilarious. Kudos to the humor of the translators!

Our client is a gentleman's cook whose master is giving a full moon banquet for the nobles - and to impress their high-born guests, the cook wants to treat them to some Epioth tripes. Well, I suppose I'm gonna kill a few innocent Epioth who never harmed a fly for some rich dude's feast - another one to add to the list of very life-essential aid I've provided so far.

Guild Sweetheart: "Y'know, I live for my work here, so I'm here again to give you more tips." Um... here? What do you mean with "here"? I don't see you anywhere around the base camp, so I suppose your voice is coming from somewhere off-screen. But anyway, I appreciate the help.

So, the quest info says the environment is stable, but for some reason, I see a huge leviathan in area 11. Hm, suspicious.

And there's only one single Epioth in area 10 (usually, up to three are swimming around there). Seriously, they couldn't have made it much more obvious that something's off. It's kind of reminiscent of the Sinking Feeling quest from Freedom Unite (the low rank quest where the Tigrex pops by), but at least that one gives you a vague warning in the quest description. (I really wanna know who the jokesters in the MH Tri dev team were who said "Oh, let's just throw a Lagiacrus in there completely unannounced." Bet they were chuckling their asses off when they saw the players shitting bricks.) Anyway, off to area 11 it is.

And there he is! The Lord of the Seas, making his entrance by shooting an unsuspecting Epioth like a rocket.

Guild Sweetheart: "Oh no!" Excellent choice of words - couldn't have put it better myself.

"This creature before you is the Lagiacrus, the sea monster that has been ravaging our poor village!" Yep, I know - I saw him in the intro. (You gotta hand it to Capcom, though: Ever since 2nd gen, they’ve developed a habit to show off their flagships in the most memorable ways possible.)

"Very bad timing... Relax... Breath... Phew. Now let's get out of here, quickly!" Yes, ma'am! That was my exact plan.

I was briefly considering snatching the monster list info for the Lagi (since I won't have a chance to do so for quite a while), but he spotted me immediately. Well, time to get the hell out of here.

On the other hand, this gives me a bit of time to gather the monster guts in area 10; when big monsters are "triggered" (displayed as red with the Vision skill), they will stay in an area longer than when they're calm (displayed as blue with the Vision skill). The Epioth are back in their usual numbers as well, so let's try our best to pick up these guts before the Lagiacrus shows up.

I actually managed to gather all the necessary monster guts before the Lagiacrus came back. I could've already left at this point, but since I kinda wanted to get the monster list info, I positioned myself at the very edge of the underwater area, making sure I had a good view of the passage leading to area 11, and waited.

Okay, the Lagiacrus turns blue... He's swimming in the direction of area 10... Quick, open that menu! Wait for it... wait for it... There he is! Wii cursor is in position, snatch that info, aaand... Thank you so much, dear Lagi! :-) (And now let's get back to the base camp, double time.)

Before delivering the guts, I decided to throw out the first-aid meds to scrounge myself some Paintballs from the box. I might not need them now, but it doesn't hurt to have some in stock once I switch to a different armor later. (Also, the Guild can totally spare the money - if I'm getting these supplies for free, you can be sure I'll make use of them.)

Moga Village (day)

The hunting fleet is back, yay! :-) That means we can now also farm fish materials.

The ships of the hunting fleet (or rather "ship", since there's only one at this point) look kind of interesting. The sail appears to be made out of monsters' hide rather than fabric, and the whole framework seems to be made out of giant tusks.

Guild Sweetheart: "Is it true? You were attacked by the Lagiacrus? Show me the tooth marks!" Umm, weren't you there? I mean, not physically, but I could hear you talking and from what you were saying, it was pretty clear you could see what was going on as well.

"I can't believe you made it back. You're tough... monster-though! Well, luck probably played a role as well." Nah, that was all thanks to my legendary scaredy-cat tactic. It's very effective.

"While you were on the quest, I chatted with the Guild a bit." Uh, but you were chatting with me? How can you talk to me through telepathy and simultaneously talk with the Guild? (Multitasking abilities are magic, I tell you.)

And we have our first Urgent Quest: To hunt some Ludroth. As the Guild Sweetheart informs us: "My comprehensive (and very heavy) monster guide says: "Ludroth. Carnivorous monster living near bodies of water. Prone to violence." (Love how she adds that the monster guide is very heavy for good measure. xD)

"...Oh dear. Well, it was nice working with you! I-I mean, no worries! This is a Moga Woods monster, what do they know? You can do this! Probably."  Why, thank you for your continued confidence. But I can assure you, after completing "Handle with Care" and "Troublesome Pair" in MH1, I don't think there’s anything left that can shock me. Whatever you throw at me, I've seen worse.

Big brother: "Yay, the hunting fleet is back! The Captain said they only escaped by a gnat's whisker. Wow, I didn't know gnat's have whiskers." Well, maybe that's because they don't? xD (I actually haven't seen the English version of this; in my localization, he uses an idiom literally meaning "hair-sharp" and says "I didn't even know you could grind hair sharp", which is pretty funny. xD)

Little brother: "The hunting fleet is super important! They go fishing and stuff like that, for food! Mom says without the ships, all of us would starve. But two of the three ships got destroyed. Does that mean two thirds of us will go hungry? My brother probably won't let me eat anything!" Well, looks like the "future alpha male" (which is the big brother's nickname in-game) is asserting his dominance early on. But don't worry: If you really have to go hungry, I'll give you some of my food. :-)

I love how the fishermen all have their own personalities. The Red Spear Hunter is kind of the "cool-headed" one (and frankly, the only reasonable guy among them). He is really pissed about "the fleet captain being stupid as ever and the Black Spear crew singing shanties". Not sure if you're allowed to talk about your superior that way, but damn if the "I'm surrounded by idiots" vibes aren't relatable. xD

"The Black Spear captain always said he wanted to be a bard. But I just want to fish!" Terrible, isn't it? You just want to do your job, but a grown-up class clown keeps disturbing you. Honestly, I can relate.

"In the ocean, there are just as many monsters as on land, maybe even more." That's kind of the thing, yeah - even today, we don't know much about the creatures living in the depths of the sea. (Which is why new species of deep sea fish are continuously being discovered.)

The Red Spear Hunter also explains that their job is pretty dangerous, since they can get attacked by monsters at any time. "We could hunt the monsters, but that just isn't our specialty. We would need bigger ships for that. But hunting fish is our thing!" Okay, how about this: I'm the hunter hired by this village, so hunting monsters is my job. So, I'm gonna take care of the monsters, and you can fish in peace. Sounds like a fair deal, right?

Meanwhile, the Black Spear Hunter seems more like a lost hobby pirate. His dialogue pretty much only consists of his self-composed shanties. Gotta agree with the Red Spear Hunter here: That guy would've been better off as a bard! xD

His shanties are kinda interesting though since they tell the story of what happened to the hunting fleet. One of them, "a song in honor of the proud hunting fleet" called "Phantom at starbord", tells about how they got attacked by the Lagiacrus: "The beast shocked us on the high seas; lightning cracked! Oh Gods! We were running out of breath! (Fleet Captain, speaking voice): If only you would, Black Spear! Be silent and row! The Lagiacrus! Row!" (I think it's kind of funny how even the Fleet Captain finds him annoying. xD) "Oh no, what now? It comes closer! The Lagiacrus *glug* *glug* *glug*" (And there goes the first ship, I suppose.)

The story is continued in a different song, “a melody of unspeakable tragedy that moves you to tears”, which tells of the sinking of his own ship: "A cracking, oh terror. A cracking, oh terror. A cracking broke the mast. The Lagiacrus dashed away. Salt water sp-laA-shes! And the final hour of my boat has come. Salt water splashes (luckily I don't lie at the bottom of the sea)"

"*sniff* Farewell, boat with my name." Idk, but I've got a feeling you're happy it hit your boat rather than you. xD

The Fleet Captain just acts like a boastful, competitive teenager. He is really butthurt that some "landlubber" of a hunter wants to outstrip the "proud hunting fleet". As far as he's concerned, they are "the heroes of this town", and since the hunting fleet also hunts monsters from time to time, that makes us "rivals". Well, I think I sort of understand what Red Spear meant when he said the Fleet Captain was stupid. xD

Fleet Captain: "If our three ships team up, we're three times as good as you! Right? Right?! Three of us... You are one... Minus two... Nine in mind... Yep! That's right!" I love how the guy can't even do the simplest mental math, yet still somehow managed to get the position of the fleet captain. xD (But isn't that just like in real life, though? For some reason, so many people happen to be in leading positions who just puff themselves up and scream "I am the leader!" loud enough - somehow, many people don't seem to realize there's a difference between acting as if you're competent and actually being competent.)

Fleet Captain, about the Fishmongress: "If she gets angry, she's worse than the Lagiacrus." Well, given that two of you are complete dumbasses, I can't really blame her for giving you a bollocking.

"You believe you can take on a Ludroth? Very cocky, hunter." Funny that you of all people are the one to call me cocky.

He actually gives me some advice how to kill the Ludroth, but he doesn't forget to add "If you kill the Ludroth, let everyone know it was thanks to my tip!" Just make sure you don't forget to tell the world about the glory of the Fleet Captain and his infinite wisdom - even when he helps me, he still wants the laurels for it.

Village Chief: "Now you finally saw the scumbag! The Azure Lightning! The Lord of the Seas! The... stinking sea devil! Yes, I made that name up." The Chief seems to take the matter with the Lagiacrus real personal - you can already sense there's some kind of backstory here.

Btw, the Caedeus theme starts playing during this conversation. Nice foreshadowing, Capcom.

"Glad you came back in one piece! I had forgotten to take measurements for your coffin!" Charming kind of humor you have there, Chief.

He also remarks on the hunting fleet being back safe and sound, just like myself. Actually, if I had done the monster guts quest first, would I have been able to unlock the hunting fleet sooner? (Since it seems to be tied to the monster guts quest.)

Chief: "We've lost two boats, but those can be replaced. Lives can't." Words of wisdom - lives can't be compensated with any sort of material value.

So, since I'm part of the village now, the Fishmongress also lets me have my share of the catch. I guess it’s the same as me getting a share of the farm products: The hunters assigned to a village offer the people protection, and they give them a share of their products as provision.

The Power Paddle reduces the time of sea voyages by half a day. I believe in 3U, it shortened voyages by a full day. I think that's due to the day-night-rhythm. (Since 3U didn't have that and a day in 3U is basically half a day in Tri.)

The Power Paddle reduces the time of sea voyages by half a day. As far as I remember, it shortened voyages by a full day in 3U. I think that's due to the day-night-rhythm. (Since 3U didn't have that and a day in 3U is basically half a day in Tri.)

And the ship actually sets sail! I always think it's cool if the "item farming" is not just something you select in a menu, but has some physical action going along with it.

Item vendor: "What's so mysterious about mystery bones? The mystery what's so mysterious about them?" Well, whatever it is, I think it's forever going to remain... a mystery. xD

Btw, I immediately delivered the items for the villager request to upgrade the mushroom box, since I just got that. Right now, I still have 163 resource points left; I suppose I'll have to sprinkle in a hunt in the Moga Woods sooner or later.

However, not today, since we have the very urgent quest to slay some Ludroth. Time to get ready for an epic battle on the beach!

To be continued

[ptergwen]

hear me out 7, 14, 17, 19 with peter

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warnings: a teeny tiny bit of suggestiveness

a/n: loved this :,) prompts are linked at the end again & off topic but i’ve been thinking of writing for nate drake and maybe a few st characters so lmk if y’all would be down! other than that happy reading

you and peter are spending the day at the beach. you found the perfect spot, somewhere not too crowded or far from the water. peter is setting up your chairs while you apply sunscreen. you strip your clothes off, revealing a bikini that clings to you in all the right places.

peter immediately stops what he’s doing to check you out, and he likes what he sees.

“is that a new swimsuit?”

you’re rubbing sunscreen into your arms, a smile of feigned innocence stretching across your lips.

“yeah, i bought it the other day. thought it was cute. you like it?”

“it’s…”

peter all but drools when you bend over to reach your legs.

“woah.”

you chuckle at your boyfriend’s reaction and squirt more sunscreen into your hand.

“you’ve always had a way with words. now, lemme do you.”

you reach out to put the sunscreen on peter’s face, but he ducks away.

“no thanks. i don’t need it. i’m trying to tan, remember?”

“that’s not how it works, pete. even if you’re tanning, you still need to protect your skin. the knowledge you lack in skincare is concerning.”

“but, babe. i’m so pale.”

“and if you don’t use sunscreen, you’re gonna burn like a crisp.”

“i’ll take my chances.”

peter smirks and pecks your cheek, continuing to set up your stuff. you sigh and take a seat in one of the chairs. you watch as peter tries to stake an umbrella in the ground. he mutters in annoyance to himself, muscles flexing with each movement. you thoroughly enjoy the view of him shirtless and sweaty, hard at work.

“phew, got it.”

peter falls into his chair, raking his fingers through his frizzy curls. you pass him a water bottle from the cooler.

“good job, pete. hydrate, it’ll come in handy.”

“you’re such a mom.”

“you love it.”

“i do, and i love you.”

peter gulps down the cool water, laying back in his chair and extending his legs in the sand. you grab a drink for yourself with a grin.

“love you too, dork.”

you read a novel you’d recently picked up while peter works on his tan. it’s painstakingly hot out, but the shade from the umbrella helps. you reapply sunscreen every once in a while, and although you offer it to peter each time, he’s adamant on not needing it.

you’re too invested in your novel to notice the change in the weather. the sun has gone in, hidden somewhere behind the clouds. it’s not until a raindrop lands on the page you’re reading that you realize it’s raining.

“pete? did you feel that?”

he doesn’t answer. you fold the corner of the page you’re on and close the book, squeezing peter’s shoulder.

“peter?”

peter jolts up in his chair, pushing his sunglasses onto his head.

“huh? i fell asleep.”

you pull down your sunglasses to get a better look at him, mouth hanging wide open. peter makes a face.

“why are you looking at me like that?”

all you can do is point at his chest. peter follows your finger, his eyes nearly popping out of his head. his skin is completely red. he feels his face, and it’s burning, his nose and cheeks the same shade as his chest.

“i should have worn sunscreen.”

“you think?”

the rain starts to come down harder. peter blinks roughly when a few drops get in his eyes.

“is it raining?”

“yeah, i was trying to tell you. we should get going.”

you begin to pack up. peter kicks back in his chair.

“nah, i wanna stay.”

“but it’s raining.”

“so? we’re already here, and it feels kinda nice. let’s just stay a while.”

you have to admit, the rain is refreshing after being in the heat all day.

peter gets up and walks over to you, grinning.

“c’mere.”

you drop the cooler you were packing and let peter take you into his embrace. you hold onto his shoulders, careful to avoid his sunburn. peter loops an arm around your lower back, thumbs hooking into the straps of your bottoms and chin resting on your shoulder. he sways you two side to side, leading you across the sand, following his own beat.

“what’re you doing?”

“dancing with you.”

peter holds out one of his hands for you to take. you laugh and lock your fingers together, now in the proper position. water droplets drip down your skin, and peter’s hair is soaking wet, but that doesn’t stop him from swaying your body close to his.

“you’re such a cheeseball.”

“you love it.”

you kiss the tip of peter’s red nose, dancing around in the pouring rain.

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Whew this was my first time writing a proper smut and I think it came out pretty well lol

This was so self indulgent because I love eula more than I love myself.

Tw : understim and overstim

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you hadn’t seen eula in a while. that was a fact that everyone knew at this point. 

eula was a busy person and as understanding as you were of her position, you still couldn’t help but feel bitter that you hadn’t seen your girlfriend in the past 72 hours. 

you took another swig of your drink and promptly collapsed on your table. you lied there thinking of all the things you could be doing with your girlfriend but here you were, drinking your heart out like it was the end of the world. 

it also didn’t help that kaeya was now teasing you for this. 

‘oh poor you, must be so lonely’ this, ‘albedo would never leave for an extended amount of time’ that, made you want to throw him off Starsnatch Cliff. 

you sighed, looking around for people to talk to, when a smart idea occurred to you. you were at the moment, bored and didn’t have a partner. so you decided to have some ‘fun’, so to say. 

you looked around the room for some targets for your devilish masterplan. and there you spotted sister rosaria, sitting in a corner sipping on some wine, blissfully unaware of your scheming eyes. 

you stood up, head spinning but your mind clear on what you wanted to do. you walked over with unsteady legs, arms flailing to find something to hold onto. 

after what seemed like an hour of you just being unsteady on your feet, you finally reached rosaria’s table. 

you slumped on a set opposite rosaria, staring into her cold unwavering eyes, and said ‘hey girl, do you have a pyro vision because it’s getting hot in here.’

rosaria stared at you blankly for a minute before responding, ‘sorry, but i have a cryo vision.’ 

‘well phew is it getting hot in here~’ you said in a cheery voice, before taking off your jacket which covered a risqué top, which showed most of your chest. you noticed rosaria’s eyes widening a little and a faint blush showing on her pale face. she coughed a few times, knowing full well how eula’s vengeance policy worked. 

‘whats wrong rosaria?’ you asked in a worried tone, tilting your head to the side and widening your eyes a bit. as soon as your head tilted, your loose top slipped, revealing even more of your chest and the majority of your shoulder.

rosaria seemed even more interested in her drink at this point. 

you then had an idea. not a good one but an idea nonetheless. 

you stood up and leaned over, getting less than an inch from rosaria’s face, looking like you were about to kiss her, in that moment. rosaria could see 90% of your chest, except for the important bits. 

but before you could, a voice behind you startled you and you backed away from rosaria’s face. 

‘what the fuck do you thing you’re doing.’ 

the ice in her voice made you shiver, suddenly making you notice how much skin you had exposed to rosaria. 

you reached to cover yourself up but eula stopped your hand with an iron grip. you looked up, hoping to look at eula’s warm eyes, but you were met with a metallic gaze, which made you instantly lower your eyes.

eula then proceeded to drag you out of angels share, in the process ignoring diluc who was whining about you not paying the bill, but eula was not about to stop for anyone.

her grip hurt. a lot. but you knew better than to complain at this point so you were just helplessly paraded throughout most of monstadt, even though it was in the middle of the night. 

eula didn’t bother opening the door with a key, like a normal person. instead with her almost super-human strength she shattered the door in one hit, making you glad you lived in a rather secluded part of monstadt. 

eula had decided that dragging you around was annoying, so instead she picked you up bridal style with one arm, and stormed into the bedroom. 

she basically threw you on the bed, but still made sure that you weren’t hurt in the process. classic eula behaviour. 

she didn’t bother wasting time, the moment your back hit the bed, your shirt had been ripped off, leaving your upper body cold and bare. you shivered, trying to get some heat by rubbing your arms, but eula was quick to notice and pulled your arms up over your head, leaving nothing to hide. 

eula took a quick glance at your body before letting her lips wrap around your sensitive nub, teasingly biting down on it and letting out a satisfied hum at the way you yelped. 

she looked up at your face, relishing the way you were squeaming around, face all blushed and pretty. 

you suddenly felt a cool breeze hit your breast, and you looked down to realise that eula had suddenly gotten up. you were about to whine about it, but one glare from eula shut you up. 

you lowered your arms with a wince. you hadn’t felt the ache when eula was holding them up. the noise of eula’s footsteps rose you out of your thoughts, and you looked up, curious to see what eula had left for. 

when you realised, your eyes widened in shock. 

‘are you fucking kidding me?!’ you blurted out, without thinking twice. 

eula narrowed her eyes at you, evidently not happy with your attitude, but made no remark. she walked towards you slowly, looking as if she were stalking her prey. 

the cold metal of handcuffs against your warm hands was uncomfortable, to say the least. you tried squirming around to get the handcuffs in a better position but to no avail. 

and then, eula got to work on your breasts once again. she knew just how to get a rise out of you, but never once gave you the full pleasure that came with it. 

slowly but steadily eula went lower and lower, until she reached the waistband of your pants. she held a steady gaze with you, as her teeth touched the zip of your pants, and lowered it. your breath hitched, because by god, you had never seen something sexier ever before. 

she dragged your pants down, inch by inch, and time had never gone slower in that moment. 

as she got to your panties, she started to get impatient, so instead of teasing you slowly, eula ripped the underwear clean off your body, now revealing your entire body to her.

she slowly looks at your panties then back at you, ‘already this wet my little slut~ looks like i’ll have to punish you for that.’ you gulped, not knowing what evil thoughts were going through eula’s head. 

eula slowly starting licking you, not even properly, just these little tiny kitten licks which made you want to beg for more. but you knew better than to beg.  

before long it got too much. you started grinding your hips in hope to find more, but she never gave you more than the minimum.  

in an instant, eula’s tongue found its way to your opening and starting lapping up your juices, as if you were some exquisite treat she had never tasted before. 

you moaned, the feeling of her tongue on your jewels was the best thing you could’ve hoped for. but it didnt last for long. eula went back to her little butterfly kisses, leaving you incredibly unsatisfied. 

you nudged her with your knee a few times, indirectly asking for more. she stopped, and looked up at you before saying, ‘this is a punishment kitten, this isn’t supposed to make you feel good. now be a good kitten and stay still.’ 

her voice was music for your ears and made you drip even more. she smirked and before you knew it two of her fingers snuck into your entrance.

you gasped, not expecting the sudden intrusion, but it wasn’t like you didn’t mind it.

her fingers pumped back and forth, making you arch your back in pleasure. you had never felt this type of sensation before. it was simply exquisite.

you were so close, oh so close to your climax, when eula pulled her fingers out, making you whine in frustration.

"Now now, don't get ahead of yourself, your lesson's not over yet. When I'm done with you, you'll know your place like the good slut you are." Eula chuckled before sticking her fingers inside of you again, curling inside of your gummy walls mercilessly, which made you moan and whimper as she hit all the right spots.

after a while, you couldn’t take it anymore. tears were forming in your eyes, from feeling so much pleasure without ever getting to release. 

‘eula please… i need it so bad… please.’ you begged, not being able to form any more words.

you looked down almost embarrassed of what you just said, but then you felt a hand under your chin, lifting your head up.

you looked into eulas eyes, expecting a cold hard darkness but instead you found them looking at you with a loving stare in place.

she leaned forward, landing a kiss on your forehead before saying, ‘of course love, you’ve been such a good girl so far, i think you deserve it.’

eula disappeared between your legs, and you felt the familiar feeling of her fingers in your innermost walls.

you were moaning so loudly, but you didn’t even realise it because the pleasure had taken over all of your senses at this point.

you were close to your release, but instead of pulling out eula started pumping even faster and faster, and before long you squirted all over her fingers.

you panted, exhausted from all the stimulation. you looked down at eula and smiled at her, flashing the biggest smile you could.

eula smiled, and without looking down once, took a finger and scooped up your juices and without hesitation put it in her mouth.

‘eula!!! that’s so embarrassing stop that!’ you whined, not expecting her to do something bold like that.

‘why not? you taste like a goddess anyway, can’t let this go to waste.’ she said with a chuckle.

you landed a light hit to her arm, but you were smiling along with her.

‘okay now carry me to the bathroom, i need to take a shower but after what you’ve done to me i don’t think ill be able to walk at all.’

eula scooped you up, bridal style this time, and started walking over to the bathroom.

you looked up into the face of the most beautiful person in monstadt and thought.

wow

im whipped for this woman.

[sebastiansluts]

I’m a different anon from the sub!seb one but can u PLEASE do a thing on it where he gets too sassy and has to be put back in his place and then after the punishment or whatever (it doesn’t have to be extreme just enough to push him. Do whatever you’re amazing) it’s just fluffy aftercare with babying him and stroking his hair and telling him how pretty he is. UGH ROSE YOU GOT ME FEELING SOME KIND OF (HORNY) WAY NOW ABOUT THIS😩

To the anon who asked that: I love you. Thank you

To rose: I love your stuff. Please keep it up❤️

AHHH I'M ALWAYS FEELING SOME KIND OF WAY ABOUT SEB!! And thank you, the feedback is so appreciated!!! &lt;3

Sebastian Stan x Reader; sub!seb, dom!reader, spanking- paddling, aftercare

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON'T LIKE, DON'T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

"Come on babe, it's not like you're that intimidating," Sebastian smirked, and you stopped in your tracks, staring down at him on the bed. He was on his back, resting on his elbows, legs casually spread apart.

You narrowed your eyes, tongue in cheek. You clicked your tongue. "On your stomach, now." Sebastian just stared at you. "Every time I have to repeat myself is another ten. You don't get to know what you start at. But I'd suggest moving." You crossed your arms, your tits pushing together, distracting him. "And that's another ten, better get to it Seb, you're getting near your record." At that, Sebastian scrambled, flipping over onto his stomach, breath ragged as he tried not to rut down into the bed.

"Phew, seventy is a lot sweetie, it's a good thing we're using your favorite paddle today," you said, as Sebastian moaned, already knowing exactly which one you were talking about. You grabbed it from the closet, the pink one with the heart cut out that left imprints on his ass. "We'll start off easy," you promised, and swung.

By the time you had gotten to fifty, Sebastian was crying, apologizing for his sass. When you got to sixty, he was begging you to forgive him, saying you were the most intimidating person he'd ever met. And by seventy, he was lax against the mattress. You set the paddle down, crawling onto the bed, settling against the headboard with Sebastian's head in your lap, his arms wrapped around your waist. After a few minutes, he began nuzzling into your stomach, and you slid down until his head was pillowed on your chest.

"There's my good boy, doing so well, you coming back yet? You take your time my darling boy, took your punishment so well, yes you did," you murmured, stroking Sebastian's hair, pressing kisses all along his hairline. "That's my pretty boy, look at you, so pretty, I've got the cutest baby."

"Mmm, sorry," he mumbled but you hushed him.

"No, none of that, you had your punishment and now it's over, you're good my sweet boy, I'm so proud of you, yes I am," you kissed his forehead, his eyebrows, his eyelids, nose, anywhere you could reach. A shy smile broke out across his face and he sighed in contentment.

"Love you baby," he sighed.

"Love you sweetheart," you replied, tucking his head into your chest.

[sailorhyunjinz]

Pls ur reactions r so good ??? I’m in love :(

Skz reaction to you having an oral fixation / always wanting to have a mouth full of cock ?

AH thank u!! its really gratifying to hear <33

also when i write these i get like a ~ feeling ~ for each member IDK i feel like a psychic AND I WRITE DOWN EVERY THOUGH HAHSAHAS so if it seems kinda... unorganized thats why lmao

OH BRAH QUICK REACTION LEGO

Warnings; skz x gn!reader; SMUT!! oral fixation, male genitailia, blowjobs, explicit sexual content, strong language, cum, orgasm (m),,, uhm.. yeah? about that

Bangchan

now look,,, its not that he doesnt like blowjobs

its just that he doesnt see the point of you sucking him off all the time when he could be hitting it yk?

SURE foreplay go ahead suck his dick 

but like... always?? hmm... dont think so

he never says no to it if you offer to do it lmao

because WHY WOULD HE

BUT and now this is a big but(t)

i’ve had this thought for forever but hear me out...

he loves to 69

HASHAHS I DONT KNOW WHY I CAN IMAGINE THIS SO WELL LIKE...

because he both gives and recieves and that makes his heart go BOOMBOOM

more for your pleasure and doesnt mind going without it for a while, more enjoying to give you pleasure

ah pretty boy channie :((

Minho

YALL ALREADY KNOW WHATS GOING DOWN 

it gets violent 

no joke

hearing and feeling you choke on his dick is the ego boost of his life

“hmm? having a hard time baby? how about i help you?”

and then he shoves it further down, making you tear up

drool all over your chin and chest

his hand tightly gripping your hair

almost facefucking you

violent 

degradation x1000

every degrading word you could ever imagine comes out between his pretty lips 

“slut, whore, cumslave” 

YOU NAME IT

but always mixes it with praise to let you know that you’re doing great and that he’s enjoying it (a lot) :(((

Changbin

he’s definitely a blowjob type of guy

just taps the head of his dick against your flat wet tongue LORD SAVE ME

eye contact or no dick

in his opinion you’re the prettiest when you look up at him with sparkly doe eyes, your mouth stuffed with his girthy dick

he likes being teased?!?!?

kitten lick his tip and bruh he gone in a matter of minutes 

probably a bit embarrassed but DEEP DOWN he enjoys it 

even though you like sucking his dick A LOT

he is usually the one that suggests it just because he knows that you’re gonna say yes no matter what

BRUH PRAISE???

praise him, he needs it

“you’re so big binnie, f-fuck...” 

size kink hello? how small your mouth his in comparison to his dick 

nah he gets off by just that lmao

Hyunjin

i strongly believe in that the fastest way to get him off is oral

NO JOKE

he’s not too sensitive most of the time

but oral 

PHEW boy be cumming faster than changbin grew (ITS A JOKE DONT ATTACk ME)

he cums a lot 

white ribbons just ooze out from the tip

the moans THE MOOOOANS

tiny sweat drops bead on his forehead as his long hair falls in his face, the rest being tied up in a haphazardly ponytail

he slowly guides your head down his length

gently grabbing the back of your neck

flattening your tongue and licking fat stripes up against his painful erection (im going feral)

loves cumming in your mouth 

“open up sweetheart” he’d squeeze your cheeks, forcing you to open your mouth and groaning at the sight of your wet tongue covered in his release 

my god

Jisung

loves it

why? 

because it’s convenient

if he feels horny its easy for him to just nudge you and say

“c-could you,, uhm,, suck me off?”

and if you enjoy it just makes it better??!?

jisungs dream; a s/o that actually enjoys sucking him off rather than just doing it bc of foreplay 

loverboy probably whips his dick out whenever he can 

in hopes that you notice and suck him off (which,,, works)

EVEN IN THE MOST UNFITTING SITUATIONS THIS BOY WOULDNT GIVE TWO FUCKS

yall had just had an argument and his way of making it up to you was to let you suck his dick ASHAHSHAS

did you take it? 110% yes

Felix

tell me why i thought of felix’s australian accent getting more apparent as you suck him off??!?” ASHSH DONT ASK

overstimulation

suck until your jaw hurts

cause its fun to see lixie all squirmy with small whimpers and breathy shaky moans just pouring out like water. 

im gonna say this in every damn reaction but baby is sensitive

S E N S I T I V E

your mouth wrapped around his dick is heaveeeeeen

it’s just perfect?? it’s warm and wet and soft :((

not too rough with it either

would never ask for it explicitly 

and so you just,,, wanting to do it is ~ lovely ~

would probably get annoyed if you did it too often

reason being that he’d get overwhelmed lol

you just wanting to continue and him trying to yell at you but being to weak from the pleasure that washes over him

Seungmin

a lil bit like chan 

SO HE LIKES IT BUT WOULD RATHER POUND YOU IS WHAT IM TRYING TO SAY

now... believe it or not,,, he’s more gentle with you when you’re sucking him off than he is when he’s actually inside of you?

it’s like... all cute, he’s stroking your cheek, running his hands through your hair and smiling down at you

YALL WERENT EXPECTING THAT (or maybe you were idk)

when you pull off his dick with a loud pop

weak i tell you, absolutely weak because of your beauty

spitters are quitters (ASHSAHHS I CANT)

he grabs your throath gently, watching how your adams apple bobs down as you swallow his sweet cum

then he smiles, his eyes all halfmoon shaped as if he didnt just bust his load in your throat

this duality is killing me ffs

Jeongin

“r-really? you’d do that for me?” 

is what he would say when you suggest sucking him off randomly, seeing him getting hard for no apparent reason

nah bro he’s in love when you randomly suggest it

one thing i really want to emphazise is the hidden duality of babybread

i know everyone is going to think; CHERRY HE’S A BABY HE COULD NEVER BE ROUGH

and thats where you’re wrong

have you seen him on stage??? 

not so bready anymore ohohooho noo...

when shit gets hot and heavy so does he SO THERE IS NO HESITATION IN SHOVING YOUR HEAD DOWN HIS DICK

none

you just have to get to that point where they horniness is too much to bear yk??

imagine you two cuddling and you start tugging on his pants 

he already knows, no words needed 

baby bread senses lmao