#remote control helicopter

[pcktknife]

i would be so pissed if i had a superpower. special ability. whatever the fuck. and it was hovering. got my ass floating in this awkward ass pose. what are you supposed to do while you hover? a gay little knee raise? i think not

[robinsnest2111]

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After 28 years of life and 20 years of learning English.

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[cjlouwho]

Can you please do a hurt/comfort Eddie + Tommy friendship with Bucktommy - Tommy gets hurt in some way (mentally/physically/sick/etc) and Eddie helps him until Buck can get there

you gave me a reason to finish the fic I started earlier today! thank you!

His teeth were chattering. Had been since he woke up after hitting the ground.

He didn't hurt anywhere, which was never a good sign.

He laid there, surrounded by trees. Cold, wet leaves underneath his body. He could hear crickets and frogs all around him. Could smell smoke somewhere nearby.

There were distinct sounds of metal creaking mixed in with nature.

Slowly, he moved his head to the right, then to the left.

Fire.

It was about fifty yards away. Thankfully, due to the recent rain, the fire was contained to the helicopter that had so gracefully fallen out of the sky.

He wasn't sure how he ended up so far from it. Had no memory of being ejected or jumping or whatever happened that made it so he wasn't inside those flames.

He lifted his hands to his face, could barely see them as the sun set below the trees. He was sure there was blood. Dirt, mud, leaves, and blood.

They shook so fiercely he wasn't sure how he had any control over them at all.

His breathing was labored, heart beating rapidly. No matter what he tried, he couldn't seem to calm himself down.

Suddenly, in the distance, he heard something.

People talking.

Not just people, familiar people.

Family.

“H- Here,��� he barely managed to get out, figuring they'd be running toward the fire instead of him. He cleared his throat, tried again. “Here! I'm here!”

The talking stopped, then there was running.

He could feel the pounding of the footsteps as they approached.

“Hey, we gotcha, Buddy!”

“Howie?”

“Yeah, it's me. Saving your ass, once again.”

Hands were on him now. Lights shining in his eyes, causing him to squint. He could hear others talking. Hen, Eddie, Bobby. Couldn't quite make out what they were saying.

Chimney had him focus on him. “Can you tell me your name?” he asked.

“T- Tommy,” he answered. God, he wished he could stop shaking. He couldn't barely get out a word.

“Year?”

“2024.”

“Best paramedic you know?”

“Hen,” Tommy replied, choking out a laugh.

“Hey now!” Chimney exclaimed, mocking offense.

“I knew I liked you,” Hen said with a smile. She patted him on the shoulder before getting back to work.

Chimney chomped on his gum a couple times before asking his next question. “Can you wiggle your toes for me, Tommy?”

Tommy shook his head. He lifted his arm, tried to pull Chimney closer to him so he could whisper. “I c- can't feel anything,” he paused, sucked in a shaky breath, “b- below my waist.” He knew what this meant, and he also knew he was in shock. The adrenaline pumping through him was the only thing keeping him remotely alert.

Chimney nodded, sharing a glance with Hen. “Cervical collar for our dashing pilot here, please, Hen.”

“Already on it.”

“Ho- Howie?”

“Yeah, Buddy?”

“Ev- Evan?”

“Buck went home early today,” Eddie answered, moving into Chimney's place so he could do whatever work needed to be done. “Chief is cracking down on overtime, so he had to be sent home.”

“We've... We've been sa- saving f- for the wedding,” he explained, although he wasn't sure why. Everyone there already knew that.

Eddie took Tommy's hand and wrapped it up in his own. “You were probably already up in the air when Buck sent you the text complaining about being sent home.”

“He'd say... He'd say th- the chief didn't want us t- to have the good hors d'oeuvres.”

Eddie nodded, tried putting on a smile. “He did mention that on his way out.”

Tommy squeezed Eddie's hand. “We m- might have to re... reschedule.” His lip trembled at the thought, tears welling in his eyes. Evan was so excited for the wedding. Had been working diligently and meticulously on every detail since they got engaged in October. He wanted a winter wedding, and didn't want to wait another whole year, so February it would be. With it being December now, Tommy didn't see any way he'd be able to fully recover by then.

If he did at all.

“Let's not worry about that right now, alright, Man? I don't think Buck will care when the wedding is, as long as there is one. Let's focus on that, okay?”

Tommy nodded. Blinked a few times to rid himself of the tears.

A few fell anyway.

“Ed- Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

“Do I... Do I still have my legs?”

“You certainly do, Kinard,” Bobby interrupted. Tommy wasn't sure how long the captain had been on his other side. Bobby gave his shoulder a light squeeze. “You've got all your limbs right where they should be. You ready to move now, Kid?”

Tommy could've laughed at the nickname. He'd been called that by Bobby a couple of times, many years ago. It'd been a long while since then.

He nodded. “Ready.”

Eddie didn't let go of his hand as they lifted him and began carrying him to the ambulance. Tommy was a bit surprised. He didn't remember ever being moved onto the spine board. Hadn't felt a thing.

A part of him had wondered if they'd even been working on him during that time. That maybe Eddie was the chosen distraction until he drifted off and his breathing stopped.

He was glad to know he was wrong.

*****

Bobby drove them to the hospital, with Eddie staying in the back beside him. It was a bit cramped with him, Eddie, Chimney, and Hen all back there together, but the fact he was surrounded by these people made him feel a bit more comforted.

Tommy looked over to where his and Eddie's hands were still tightly gripped together. He wasn't sure if Eddie was refusing to let him go, or if he was refusing to let Eddie go. Didn't really matter either way. He needed something to keep him tethered to reality.

He shook his wrist back and forth a few times to get Eddie's attention. “Can you... Can you call Evan? Please?”

“Of course,” Eddie replied, grabbing his phone out of his pocket with his free hand.

“You've got some cuts on your arms, Tommy,” Hen explained as Eddie pressed Buck's name. “We're gonna work on those on the way to the hospital, so you might feel some stings, okay?”

“Yeah. That's okay.”

Eddie put the phone on speaker and Buck answered on the third ring. “What's wrong?”

“Buck-”

“Who is it, Eddie? I just left work an hour ago. Is it Bobby? Hen? Chim?”

Tommy took a deep breath. “B- Baby.”

Silence.

Then.

“Tommy? Is that you?”

“Had a... a little accident.”

“What hospital?”

“The usual,” Eddie replied.

“I'm heading there now.”

“Evan? Evan!” Tommy exclaimed, wanting to get his attention before he got in the car and started to drive.

“I'm here, Tommy,” he answered. “I'm gonna meet you at the hospital.”

“I don't wanna... wanna scare you,” Tommy said, and he could feel the tears burning his eyes again. “I can't. I can't feel my legs.”

“He's stabilized,” Chimney added quickly, before Buck could ask. “Likely a lower spinal cord injury.”

Another pause, followed by a quiet. “Okay. Okay.”

“He's doing well, Buck,” Eddie reassured him. “We're all right here with him. He won't shut up about you, like always.”

Tommy smiled. He hoped Evan did as well.

“Feeling's mutual,” Buck replied. His voice was softer now. Tommy knew the words were meant to keep him focused and thinking positively.

It worked.

“Need you t- to be safe.”

“I will, Baby. I'll drive safe and I'll be at the hospital as soon as I can, okay?”

“Okay. L- Love you.”

“I love you, too. So damn much, T- Tommy.”

Tommy wasn't sure who hung up first, but he could tell by the way Evan's voice wavered at the end that he was probably close to falling apart.

“Thank you,” Tommy said as Eddie put his phone back into his pocket.

“Whatever you need, Bud, I'm here.”

“Just... Just keep ho- holding my hand.”

Eddie nodded, squeezed a little tighter. “I can do that.”

[dark-konohagakure2]

Gaara ‘taming’ virgin reader for not staying in her place as a woman

tw: dub/noncon, age difference, power imbalance, gags, nipple clamps, misogyny, best friend's dad, overstimulation, brat taming, sex toys, kidnapping

All characters depicted are 18+

Gaara isn't terribly controlling of who Shinki can and cannot be friends with, the boy is all grown up now after all and Gaara wants his adoptive son to have a relatively normal and carefree life, but there is one friend of his son's that just rubs Gaara the wrong way, she's loud and tomboyish, never using manners or honorifics when speaking to her elders, not even with the Kazekage himself. Gaara is no helicopter parent, but even he can tell that this young lady is a bad influence.

He won't force Shinki to stop being friends with the girl, the both of them are adults so technically Gaara can't force them to do anything, but what he can do is use his authority as Kazekage to teach the unruly girl a lesson before she ends up getting his son into some serious trouble with that attitude of hers. Despite her rebellious personality, she'll have no choice but to show up when she'd suddenly summoned by her Kazekage for seemingly no reason at all.

Being both a parent and a world leader, Gaara has perfected the act of speaking in a firm tone that brooks no argument. He'll tell her that she's committed a grave slight against him personally, and that he's going to have to punish her himself. She'll have no idea what on earth Gaara is talking about, and he doesn't elaborate, simply informing her that she requires some serious reeducation in how a proper Sand kunoichi behaves.

Before long she's forcibly on his knees underneath his wooden Kazekage's desk, gagged and bound with her hands behind her back, her sensitive nipples aching from the tight clamps attached to them, the link nubs hurting even more everytime Gaara lazily tugs the thin chain attached to them. Her pussy doesn't fare much better either, not even there's a large dildo inside her, gravity forcing her down onto it, and a vibrator attached to her clit at the lowest setting, she can't even protest or even whine with her noises muffled by the ball gag in her mouth.

"Hush down there. I'm trying to do my work. Good girls should be seen and not heard... Perhaps if you knew that beforehand, we wouldn't be in this position, now would we?"

Gaara, despite his insisting on being the one to correct her bad behavior, doesn't speak much, more concerned with his paperwork than with some bad girl who doesn't know the first thing about being ladylike. He'll mostly just tug on the clamp leash whenever she moves too much, or very lightly kick her if she's being too loud for him to concentrate on what's actually important.

The fact that she's under his desk, just barely concealed by the table, adds an additional layer of humiliation to the ordeal, it's impossible for her to tell if any of Gaara's subordinates or siblings who stop by the office can hear the sounds of her whimpers or the low hum of the vibrator tormenting her hardened clit. Despite being hidden from view, she feels all the more exposed.

Gaara will adjust the settings on the vibrator aimlessly, not sparing either her nor the small remote so much of a glance as he continues the monotonous paperwork, he seems more preoccupied with the boring documents than with the writhing girl beneath him, as if deigning to spare her a glance is beneath him, as if she is beneath him.

He's going to make her cum, it's only a matter of time, for the human body can only take so much internal and external stimulation before it breaks, and she'll break alright, all over her Kazekage's shoe in fact. Gaara won't be very happy about that, giving a stern glare at both her perceived disobedience and the mess she made on him.

"Bad girl. Very bad. I told you not to cum. Getting rid of your bad habits is going to take longer than I thought. Much longer..."

He's the Kazekage, so nobody, not even his own son or siblings will bat an eye when Gaara feigns concern after receiving a repost that a young kunoichi, a friend of his son's, has mysterious gone missing, they're all none the wiser to the fact that their 'missing' shinobi is right under their noses, or more accurately; right underneath their Kazekage.

[player279achlys]

The golden rabbit’s legacy (Hwang In-Ho x fem! reader)

Il-nam’s granddaughter taking his legacy and falling in love with the Frontman.

Pairing: Hwang In-Ho/Frontman x Original!female!Character

Summary: In the shadow of her grandfather’s empire of death, Melinoe, the brilliant granddaughter of Oh Il-Nam, steps into the blood-soaked legacy of the Squid Games. Determined to honor her family’s name, she rises as the most cunning and ruthless hostess the games have ever seen. But with power comes danger—not only from the players and scheming VIPs but from Hwang In-Ho, the enigmatic Front Man whose obsession with her knows no bounds.

As Melinoe reshapes the games into her own vision of twisted justice, she must navigate deadly alliances, unrelenting VIP attention, and In-Ho’s possessive devotion. When her grandfather enters the arena and Gi-Hun fights to survive, the stakes reach a breaking point.

Can you control the games without letting them destroy you—and will love be your salvation or your undoing?

Previous chapter: Introduction

Next chapter: Chapter I

Warnings: afab!, angst. Fear of losing someone. Smut (light kinda), grumpy x sunshine, dark romance, age gap, possessive, obsessed, paranoid and dominant In-Ho, daddy issues, yandere behaviour, jealousy, violence, murder, typical squid game stuff.

English isn’t my first language, if there are any mistakes, please forgive me. :)

Prologue:

The year was 2019, and the 32nd Squid Games loomed like a specter over a remote island cloaked in secrecy. Within the cold steel walls of the control room, Hwang In-Ho sat in his dark brown leather chair, the geometric lines of his mask casting sharp shadows against his pristine black suit. His gloved hands drummed rhythmically on the desk, though his thoughts were far from the screens flickering before him.

Ever since Oh Il-Nam had mentioned her, the granddaughter he adored, a storm had brewed within In-Ho’s chest. Melinoe. The name rolled through his mind like a haunting melody. A law graduate, fiercely intelligent and ambitious, and now, his obsession. For two years, he had watched over her from the shadows, keeping her safe from the treacherous world he inhabited. No boyfriends. No suitors. No threats. He ensured that. Every time someone tried to draw near, they vanished, erased from her life like an ink smudge wiped clean.

And now, she was here—on the island, no longer a distant specter but flesh and blood. She had arrived to take her place as her grandfather’s successor, a role that made his blood run cold. She couldn’t be part of this. Not her.

Melinoe gazed out of the helicopter window, her heart a mixture of dread and determination. The turquoise waves below seemed endless, their beauty a cruel irony against the darkness she was plunging into. Beside her, Oh Il-Nam sat, his frail frame betraying the vitality of his sharp mind. He was explaining the games, their origins, and their grim purpose with a calmness that unnerved her.

“I know this is overwhelming, Melinoe,” her grandfather said, his voice rasping. “But this is our legacy. It’s what we’ve built for generations to come. You’ll understand.”

“I already understand,” she replied, her tone resolute. “But I want to earn it. No favors, no shortcuts.”

Il-Nam’s lips curled into a smile, both proud and wistful. “You remind me of myself.”

As they landed, Melinoe’s sharp eyes scanned the compound. Guards in crimson suits stood at attention, their masked faces obscuring any hint of humanity. Among them, one figure stood out. A tall man clad in black, his geometric mask as foreboding as the aura he exuded.

In-Ho.

He stepped forward, his presence commanding attention, though his voice was measured when he greeted them. “Welcome. Everything has been prepared for your stay.

Melinoe felt a shiver run through her. His tone was polite, but there was something in it—a weight, a gravity that spoke of authority and… something else. Their eyes met briefly, and though his mask hid his face, she swore she could feel his gaze piercing through her.

In-Ho’s footsteps echoed through the sterile halls as he made his way to the control room. The image of her lingered in his mind—her bright eyes, the way she carried herself with an air of determination that only deepened his obsession. She was sunshine, pure and radiant, and he was the storm cloud that threatened to swallow her whole.

He didn’t want her here. She didn’t belong in this hell. But she was resolute, and In-Ho knew better than anyone that once a player entered the game, there was no turning back.

Hours later, he found her in the observation lounge, studying the compound’s layout on a tablet. The room’s dim lighting cast a soft glow over her, accentuating her features. She looked up as he entered, offering him a polite smile.

“You must be the famous Front Man,” she said, her voice teasing yet respectful.

“And you must be Melinoe,” he replied, his tone neutral.

“Eun-Seol,” she corrected, her lips curling into a smirk. “That’s the name I’ll use in the games.”

“You’re not joining,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. It wasn’t a question. It was a command.

Her brow furrowed. “Excuse me?”

“You’re not joining,” he repeated, stepping closer. “This isn’t a game for someone like you.”

Her temper flared. “Someone like me? You mean someone who isn’t desperate? Someone who doesn’t fit the narrative of redemption or revenge?” She stood, her chin held high. “If you think I’m going to sit on the sidelines while others risk their lives, you’re mistaken.”

In-Ho’s hands clenched at his sides. He loomed over her, his voice a low growl. “Do you have any idea what you’re stepping into? What these games will do to you?”

“I know exactly what I’m stepping into,” she shot back. “And I’m not afraid.”

Their gazes locked, the air between them charged with tension. For a moment, In-Ho allowed himself to admire her fire, even as it stoked the flames of his own desire. She was intoxicating, infuriating, and utterly irresistible.

Still not used to write on tumblr but HOPE you like this. On the previous story over 50 people liked it. I love you all so much <3

I hope to see you in here too. Hopefully you like it.

[2-dsimp]

Off topic, when I read about Neinov the Toon, my first thoughts came to a game called Amanda the Adventurer. Idk why 😭

Anyway, are your plans would be Neinov coming to the real world, or Neinov dragging mc back to his world? 🤔

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Yandere! Toon x Reader

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Synopsis: your past mistake from your old childhood days has come back to haunt you.

Cw: attempted kidnapping, obsessive, controlling possessive behavior, mentions of stalking, Neinov being delusional, non-consensual,

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“My partner! It’s you? Is it really you?”

A warbled voice addressed you, from beyond the fragile veil of where your reality clashed with the imaginary world of Cartoonz. A realm that was too warped beyond real life’s comprehension.

What the fuck was going on? All you did was turn on the damned tv to watch some classic cartoons. The one time your father left the remote out in plain sight.

You took a chance to sift through some channels, you were grown damnit! And yet he was still being such a helicopter parent. All because of an stupid accident you couldn’t remember for the life of you, that happened when you were a child.

“P-partner? What the hell? What is this? Who are you?!”

“Hey hey heyyy aren’t you being too cold? I’m Neinov your partner in crime, for life or death~ We used no—we are the best of buddies and more hehe!”

Your blood ran cold at the chipper response coming straight from the entity before you. Fingers desperately fiddling with the remote to turn off the malfunctioning tv.

As multiple gloved comical hands began pushing at the frame, trying merge out of the screen. Making the stand rock from the force of whatever thing was trying to come out. Suddenly, you heard your phone ringing, the set of rapid texts coming from your stern father.

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★《You stupid child! What have you done?!》

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★《I said you were forbidden from watching the TV! Quickly, pull the plug!》

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★《Don’t let it crossover— it can’t—Die》

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The phone, sputtered its battery suddenly drained to 0% shutting down completely.

“Ugh that vile monster, I mean your pops is still so persistent after all these years! Its unfortunate to leave him be for now, but savin you comes first!”

Neinov whistled flippantly, his gloved hands breached through the screen. But His face was still smushed against it. Rabid eyes wide with glee staring at you obsessively. His jagged teeth grinning widely at you. That motherfucker even threw a cheesy wink your way. As if this home invasion was a normal thing.

“Saving me? What are you even talking about?! This can’t be real it’s gotta be a prank!”

You’d sputter, trying to make yourself feel good with a white lie. but you knew better, those goosebumps upon your arm told you that you weren’t dreaming.

This felt to real to be a dream. So you scrambled to do something—anything. But did you want to risk getting snatched up by the now free roaming hands. Coming from the tv just to pull the plug? Or maybe breaking the screen would be better? The question is how? You didn’t have a damned hammer or brick on hand.

You didn’t take your father seriously when he warned you to stay away from tv screens. Especially during certain times at night.

You always thought it was some kind of boogeyman type scare tactic so you’d focus on school rather than goofing off online. But now you were at a loss, you were home alone, with a thing calling you its partner in crime.

All this overthinking wasn’t good for your anxiety. You weren’t the type to do well under pressure anyways so the best option that your body decided upon was to flee.

But in hindsight, you did recognize the Toon’s voice it sounded so familiar yet so distant from time. It carried a heavy twang like in those old 90s cartoons. However, seeing you try to escape the voice turned deranged.

“Ah aha oh You silly goose! Where the f*#% do you think you’re going? And my gosh how is this stupid censor not removed yet?!”

The toon’s colorful curses were censored with a bleeps and dolphin noises, as you were rendered immobile.

“I found you… All these years I’ve spent searching for you like a pin inna haystack. And now you’re right in front of me!”

Struggling, You desperately pulled and pulled only to remain where you once were.

“Hey I’m saving you right now, so you should be happy! And jump into my arms greetin me with a big ole a hug and a smooch! Cuz I’m your hero baby!”

Looking down that same gloved hand big enough to encompass your waist. Had a vice grip on your ankle, it tightened and with a sharp yank, you collapsed to the ground.

“Oh I get it you wanna get all glammed up for ya boy. But Yknow you don’t need any makeup, I like ya just the way you are babycakes!”

You started getting rug burn from being dragged across the carpet. By his noodle arms that acted like a sticky hand rope.

“So there’s no need to be shy! After all I’m bringing you back home! Where you belong.”

You were scratching, clawing with all your might to stay tethered to the floor. Neinov, merely found you to be playing hard to get. As he laughed in a bubbly manner, licking his lips as he finally pushed his head through the screen’s threshold. To be in the same space as his precious partner.

“Listen I know we’ve been separated for far too long huh? But Don’t worry! I’ll make you remember all the fun times we spent together just like the good ole days!”

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A/n: nothing like some good cartoonish love 🤧

[rottenpumpkin13]

How would the gang react if Zack was hit by a spell that made him have the personality/demeanor of Tseng in his driest of moods? I'm talking no humor, cut-throat, intolerable of any japes, "These tasks that are going to be assigned to you in two weeks needed to be done two months ago." type thing.

*Sephiroth and Angeal approach Zack*

Angeal: Check out the remote control helicopter we just got.

Sephiroth: We're thinking of flying it around the lobby area.

Zack: I don’t find this amusing. In fact, your blatant lack of work ethic is deeply troubling. We have responsibilities as SOLDIER. This isn’t some playground where you can shrug off your duties. There are standards here, and your behavior suggests you’ve forgotten that.

*Zack leaves*

Angeal: What the hell was that!?

Sephiroth: Perhaps there was an accident with materia and he switched personalities with someone.

Angeal: I wonder who with.

*Elsewhere*

Tseng, on his 854th squat: Do you think if I brew coffee with energy drink and then plug a Christmas tree in my nose it'll light up?

Rufus, sobbing: HOW ARE YOU ON THE CEILING??

[jrstales]

·Games night part 2

All characters are 18+.

Stephen's POV

I lay there spent, my cum covering my stomach. I felt Jake and Ricky moving beside me laughing. 'Fuck, I can't believe you swallowed our cum' Jake laughed.

He and Ricky slid off the bed. Ricky grabbed his t-shirt and wiped his soft dick, before throwing it onto me. 'You got a little something, right about there,' he teased, as he motioned to his solid stomach. 'No shit sherlock' I snapped back grinning.

Jake pulled his shorts back on and jumped on to the sofa. He lay back shirtless, arms behind his head showing off his pits, ' so, who's cum tasted better?' Jake asked.

Ricky walked beside him and sat down, not bothering to put his clothes back on.

Jake threw his arms up and moved across the sofa 'Seriously Ricky?'

'What?'

'Dude. You're just sat there with your dick out.'

'And?'

'And - your sweaty ass is all up on the sofa'

Ricky just laughed, 'You just got sucked off beside me, and you're worried about me sweating on the sofa. Nah, more comfortable this way. I'm appreciating the breeze and I've got nothing to hide. Keep your dick caged if you want, or just get comfy'

Jake just stared at him for a second, then said, 'Fuck it.' and kicked off his shorts, getting nude beside him.

'Thats it mate. Doesn't that feel better?' Ricky said, putting an arm around his shoulder. Jake shrugged it off, muttering 'Yeah, I guess'

I had been watching this from my bed, wiping myself with Ricky's t-shirt which I threw off the edge. I walked over and sat on the ground between them. Ricky stood up, walking to the tv and grabbed the remote, turning on the playstation. I couldn't help but stare at his dick, swinging slightly as he moved. Ricky noticed me looking and smiled. He stood infrotnt of me and started helicoptering, 'Liking the view?', he threw  Jake a controller laughing, 'Fifa?' as he plopped back down beside him.

The two of them started playing, Man U versus Liverpool. Jake had spent a lot more time on FIFA than Ricky and was crushing him. 'You know your goals on the other side of the pitch, right' as his players ran around Ricky's. Ricky was scowling, both him and Jake were really competitive, but FIFA was one of the few things that Jake was better than him at. Ricky's player fouled Jake's, injuring him. The game paused as the virtual ref gave a penalty to Jake's players. Jake gave him the fingers and started lining up his shot, waiting to get the power meter to the right spot.

'So who's cum did taste better Stephen?' Ricky asked. Jake choked, clicking too early and messing up his shot. 'Shit' he moaned, 'thats not fair. You can't distract me like that!' punching Ricky's shoulder.

Ricky pushed him almost off the sofa, 'Hey, all fair in FIFA.' holding him back for a few minutes, eventually stopping once Jake had calmed down. Jake started the game again,  but Ricky paused, and put his fingers in my hair, pulling my head slightly back, 'You didn't answer my question Stephen. Who's cum tasted better.'

Jake had set the controller down, smiling, ' Yeah, who's?'

I was blushing from the attention. I gulped, 'Well, I didn't really get to taste Ricky's that much. It kind of, kind of went straight down my throat. I didn't really taste it.'

'Dude,' Jake put his hand up, 'you were really wild with him. You basically face fucked him.' Ricky took the bait, the faint smack of their palms as they hi-fived. Ricky looked a little embarrassed, ' I mean he took it really well, I just couldn't resist' he looked down at me making eye contact, 'I wasn't too rough was I. Sorry if I got carried away'

I shook my head, 'No, it was kinda hot.'  he ruffled my hair, 'Just remember you can stop us any time you want. Don't feel you have to do anything if you don't want to'

Ricky started to lean back and gave an over the top sigh. He brought his hands down on his hips. 'Well gentlemen, I don't know about you, but I am well and truly hard' his dick was pointing straight to the ceiling. Jake nodded, leaning back showing his own, smiling. Jake turned to Ricky, ''how about we have a bet, we play a match and Stephen sucks off the winner. The loser has to just watch'

'Right, and what do I get out -?' I started

Ricky spoke over me, 'And the loser has to get Stephen off - deal?'

Jake paused for a second before nodding. 'Deal!'

A small argument ensued about what game to play, Jake wanting to continue on FIFA. 'Tekken," I declared, 'if I'm the prize, I get to choose the game. You're both equally shit at it's

They both agreed, and set themselves up choosing character, Hworang versus Jin. The first point went to Ricky, he managed to  spam enough punches and kicks to disrupt Jake's combos. 'So you going to just use your hands, or suck his dick to Jake?' Ricky teased. Jake leaned forward, concentration on his face. Ricky went in for his usual spams, but Jake interrupted it, getting a few combos off and ending Ricky's character. 'One more to go, Stephen, do you want to just start now or -'

Ricky was now leaning forward as well. The two of them try harding. Honestly, I wasn't sure which one I wanted to win. I could imagine Jakes's slight figure, lying in front of me, stroking, his mouth moving later. My mind flashed to imaging myself in Jake's lap, one hand holding me, the other on my dick. I started slowly rubbing my tip.

Jake shook his head. The match started. He stood up, 'No. Save. That. For. Ricky!' he counted Ricky's approach, dropping into a low stance and spamming leg kicks. Ricky was stun locked, 'No, no no!' he cried

'Yes, yes, fuck yes!' Jake screamed over him, as a red K.O appeared on the screen, signaling his victory. He stood up, punching the air in victory. He threw the controller on the sofa and walked over to me, his dick standing taut near my face.

'My reward please sir,' he smirked down at me.

I climbed onto my knees, and looked up at him and his tight body. He took his dick in his hand and gently slapped it against my cheek. I felt a bit of wetness, as a glob of pre-cum stuck to my cheek.

I grabbed onto his legs, strong and well defined from all his swimming, and began gently licking and kissing my way down his shaft. I looked him straight in the eyes as I opened up as wide as I could and began sucking on the top, barely able to believe I was getting to do this, admiring his lean torso, his cut jaw, he even had a sexy bush, trimmed and well managed.

I began bobbing on the first few inches of him, rubbing the shaft with one of my hands. 'Fuck dude,' he moaned, 'your mouth feels so good.' he turned to Ricky, 'Whats a mouth feels like compared to pussy.' Ricky had always been quiet about his sex life with Jessica. We knew they had banged, but he had never really talked about it.

'Jessica was rubbish at giving head,' Ricky  said, standing beside Jake, 'so her vag was always better. Maybe he'll change my mind' Ricky took Jake's  hand  that had been laying in his side and put them on top of my head. He put his own hand on Jake's lower back and his other on my head. 'Dude,' Jake started -

'You can go deeper. He could take mine, give him your full length, go balls deep'. Ricky pushed my head all the was down, so my nose started to get tickled by Jake's pubes. His dick was only six inches, but I wasn't very experienced as I started gagging on it. I tried to back off, but Ricky held me there. 'How does that feel?'

'Fuck that's hot' Jake moaned. He backed his hips off before thrusting forward, going slow and deep, taking almost his full length in and out. I did my best to rub my tongue along his tip as he fucked my face. 'Thats fucking awesome. God he's using his tongue' Jake moaned, beads of sweat forming at his temples.

Ricky smacked his ass, 'Thats it stud. He's been gagging for it all night. Give him another load.' Jake didn't need told twice, he grabbed my head and kept thrusting, a faint slap as his balls hit my chin. I was barely able to keep up, I was drooling, every time he retracted his dick another was of saliva came out and  I felt like I was dribbling, but I didn't care. my dick was leaking non stop, a puddle was dripping down my leg, I could feel my dick twitching by itself I was so turned on.

Jake started moaning. 'Fucking yeah. Here. I. Come!' he punctuated each word with a thrust, each thrust firing another shot of warm salty cum into my mouth. Even when he had finished shooting he kept fucking my face, moaning the whole time. Eventually he slowed down, the stopped, panting, trying to catch his breath. He smiled down at me 'Holy shit'. I looked up at him and grinned, swallowing his second load of the day.

Once he had composed himself he took a step back and helped me to my feet, 'Fuck that was good.' He turned to Ricky and gently punched his shoulder, 'Time for your forfeit buddy. He did good work now, so you better make him squeal'

Ricky just looked me up and down, 'Oh don't worry,' he scooped me up over his shoulder, one hand touching my ass and walked to the bed. He looked over his shoulder at Jake smiling, and tossed me onto the bed

'Oh,' he said, looking down at me sprawled there, 'I will'.

[enigmatist17]

I have a version of this that is, of course, depressing, and decided to have another that's happier after watching some rescue bots last night with some friends :)

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Chase was quite excited to be back in Griffon Rock, for all the fun he had had with Chief Burns on the mainland. The Chief had been a host at a safety and law enforcement conference, and with some well-placed cameras, Chase was able to attend most of the lectures while parked either outside or on display. He couldn't wait to review his carefully logged notes and other information Charlie had been kind enough to grab for him, and maybe even put on one of his favorite detective movies for the perfect background noise. He was quite sore after remaining in his alt mode for nearly a week and a half straight, and Charlie was just as exhausted, not even keeping up the pretense that he was awake as Chase slowly made his way to the firehouse with his partner fast asleep.

"Chase to Kade. The Chief and I will be arriving soon, but he's fallen asleep. May I request your assistance in helping him into your home?"

"Sure thing bud! See ya soon!" The comm cut out, and Chase wondered why the usually ornery Burns was so cheerful, but figured he would find out eventually through Heatwave. Kade and Dani were waiting for the patrol car when he arrived a few minutes later, Chase popping open his driver's side door while turning on his interior light, the older man grumbling something at the intrusion of his nap.

"Chief Burns, we have arrived home. You may find your berth far more suitable than my interior seating." To most, Chase sounded like his semi-monotone self, but Charlie could hear the slight fondness in Chase's voice as he patted the dashboard before getting out with a yawn.

"Thanks, partner, I'd have slept at the docks if it wasn't for you." Dani headed over to her father as Kade cleared out his bags from Chase's trunk, both clearly pleased at having their father home. "You get your rest, too."

"Copy that." Chase transformed as Dani helped Charlie up and into the upper part of the home, raising an optic ridge at the grin on Kade's face when he paused at the top of the stairs. "Yes?"

"Just a heads up, you've got some visitors downstairs. Night!" With that, he scurried up and into the house, leaving Chase further confused as he headed for the elevator controls.

How strange, no one had alerted Chase that Optimus or any of the others were coming for a visit.

He internally shrugged as he descended into the bunker, a soft smile gracing his derma at the sound of Blades bickering over the remote with what had to be Heatwave, the familiarity already settling his weary spark. The sight to greet his optics when he turned the corner, however, had Chase freeze in place, his processor trying to understand what it was he was seeing, exactly.

"Chase, you're home!" Blades jumping up off the couch wasn't unusual, the helicopter bouncing in place with sheer excitement. "We weren't expecting you until the morning!"

"Blades, give him some space buddy." Boulder had been in his usual painting corner when Chase arrived, again not an unusual sight, though looking very happy for the enforcer as he tugged Blades away from the center of the room. "Welcome home Chase, I would have given you a heads up, but..."

"We kinda gave 'em all a surprise." A bot that had been perched on the couch next to Blades stood with a lax salute, the smile on their face plate forced as much as it was genuine, ocean blue optics scanning Chase as they moved closer. "You look good, little brother."

"I - I don't...Bluestreak?" His processor recoiled at the name as he reached out with one hand, not a single memory file explaining what he was supposed to do at this very moment. By Primus, as always, Bluestreak was somehow still able to read his very thoughts, placing their servos together palm to palm with a gentle brush of his EMF field.

"Cycle in, cycle out, we don't need a tac net crash." Bluestreak hummed, remaining perfectly still when he felt the first hesitant tug on his spark, one that he thought would remain cold and cut off for the rest of his life. He responded with a feeling of affection and love, the two other parts of his spark responding at the sudden flood of emotion as Chase stared at his brother, following his instructions as Boulder moved closer with a brush of his own field to calm the other.

"Where...Where is Heatwave?" Chase's voice is laced with static when he finally responds, looking between Boulder and Bluestreak as he lowers his servo.

"He's out with Smokescreen and Prowl, they wanted to see the island for themselves. Well, that an' Prowl didn't want to wait for your assessments, impatient aft." It was a good thing Boulder had moved closer, Chase felt like the world had tilted at the two other names he never expected to hear again, the green servo on his shoulder keeping him upright.

"Alright, time to get you seated before we're picking you up off the floor. Bluestreak, go get some energon from the comm room I showed you, Boulder could you go and get Cody? I know he's watching us, and I think Chase could use the company." Blades shooed the Praxian away with a click, gently grasping Chase's arm and guiding him to the couch. "How's the processor?"

"I do not know." Blades didn't look happy with the answer, but smiled as he fished out his scanner from one of his subspace pockets, doing a once over just to ease his own processor. Bluestreak was pressing a small container of energon into his servos just as Boulders returned with Cody, the small human placed on Chase's shoulder by the construction bot.

"Hi Chase." Cody was a bit tired with how late it was, but neither he nor his siblings were able to sleep tonight, having been watching the bunker cameras from the living room. His father had been filled in and had gone to call Heatwave when Boulder came for him, and despite the curious look from Bluestreak, Cody was more than happy to sit with his friend. "How was the ship ride from the mainland?"

"It was a pleasant journey." Chase sipped the fresh energon as Cody dangled his legs over the edge of Chase's shoulder, his free servo patting them with his usual care. "How was your science demonstration?"

"The science fair? It was fun! I got third place, but I'll have to wait for a new award ribbon, someone's experiment exploded and destroyed the judging table." Cody chuckled at the memory, Chase eyeing him with slight concern. "Everyone was okay, and no structural damage either! Kinda wish it did cause some, I still had P.E the next day."

"And yet you survived." Cody smiled at the ghost of a smile that crossed the bots face, looking toward the tunnel that the Burns' used when the sound of three vehicles approaching filled the air. Heatwave was the first one through the opening, the rescue bot leader transforming with his usual grace as the two bots behind him entered moments later, transforming as Chase set his unfinished energon aside.

"Good to see you, Chase." Heatwave only nodded at his second before taking Cody from his shoulder and moving him to the table, stepping back as the enforcer got up and onto his pedes. "Rescue Bots, time to go topside." No one spoke as the small team headed to the elevator, the room silent for a moment before one of the other bots couldn't contain their excitement any longer.

"CHASE!" The rescue bot grunted when the slightly shorter of the two bots in front of him launched forward with a happy cry, hugging Chase as tight as they could. "You're alive! Oh thank Primus you're alive!"

"Smokescreen..." Chase finally understood what humans meant by feeling dizzy from a varying range of emotions, cycling air through his vents in an attempt to cool his processor. It's the steadying servo on his shoulder that sends Chase to his knees, a series of pained clicks and chirps escaping his vocalizer as the eldest bot in the room knelt down, taking Chase's trembling servos into his own. Cody watched the older bot click at Chase in a tone that reminded him of Dad trying to calm him or his siblings whenever they got hurt, the EMF field that practically filled the room radiating so much love that Cody could feel it, limited as it was to a human. It seemed to help his friend, the weird rattling that Cody had only heard when Chase's tac net unit (something that none of the bots ever explained, and he could understand that) was overwhelmed fading away as he listened to Prowl, and despite the heartwarming scene, a question burst from his lips before Cody could stop himself.

"Are you Chase's dad?" Four sets of optics flicker over to the tiny human on the table, and he only ducks his head with an embarrassed smile. "Um, sorry."

"It is alright, you are merely curious." Bluestreak moved to take Prowl's place at the flick of the older bots' doorwing, the black and white Hellcat crossing the room and kneeling down to Cody's level. "I am not, although I had to take on the task of his and Smokescreen's upbringing when our sire...left."

"Oh, that must have been a lot of work!" Cody missed the look shared between Prowl and Bluestreak, Smokescreen visibly wincing as Chase just stared at the floor. "Were you all Rescue Bots before your um, War?"

"No, I was an Enforcer, effectively a police officer of our city Praxus." Cody straightened a little as he listened, noting how Chase finally relaxed when Smokescreen whispered something in their lyrical Cybertronian speech with a smile. "Bluestreak was something akin to a gardener, but I do not have the proper reference to fully explain his occupation."

"A gardener?" The tiny human looked over at Bluestreak, who couldn't help the soft chirp that escaped his vocalizer at how cute he was.

"More a mix of a gardener, singer, and a nurse. Praxus was home to special floating crystals, which were carefully harvested to help in the medical field, and could only be tended to by very specific bots. I happened to be one of those bots." His tank churned at the memory of seeing those beautiful crystals shattering in the bombing of Praxus, but Chase didn't need to feel that across their bond, so he shoved the files deep into his processor. "It was calming work."

"That sounds really cool." Cody smiled, looking over when Chase nudged his brothers, the three getting up off the floor in a tangle of limbs, not wanting to be separated longer than necessary. "You feeling better?"

"As much as I can for the moment, but your concern is appreciated Cody, thank you." Chase dipped his helm at the youngest Burns before regrettably extracting himself from the tight holds on him. "You are up well past your recharge cycle, you should go and rest."

"You sure?" Prowl moved to the side as his second to youngest brother walked over, the human jumping onto his offered palm with no resistance.

"I will be fine, I promise." The smile that crossed Chase's face did much to ease Cody's worry, his field draping around the young human as he carried him to the elevator. "I will see you after school tomorrow."

"Okay, goodnight Chase." Cody hugged one of his digits before hopping off onto the platform, waving behind the Rescue Bot. "You too, Smokescreen, Bluestreak, and Prowl!"

"Night lil' human!" Bluestreak waved, amused at the slight tilt of Prowl's helm as he watched the human be carried up and out of sight by the platform. "He's so cute."

"Cody Burns is an extraordinary human, especially for one of his age." The rescuer turned to face his family, still partially wondering if this was all some sort of sick mirage summoned by his processor. "How did you find me?"

"Optimus Prime cannot hide a secret from me." Prowl replied in amusement, holding out a servo that Chase took with a soft rumble of his engine. "I only arrived with a small group of fellow Autobots four jours ago, so many of us are still adjusting to this...strange planet."

"Earth is indeed strange, but I have come to enjoy it since our arrival here." Chase squeezed Prowl's servo as the four went to sit down on the couch, Chase settled right in the middle of the group. "It is not home, but there are places similar enough."

"Perhaps you can teach us all you have come to learn, it is our home as much as Cybertron was." Chase clicked at the hint of grief that danced within Prowl's words, wishing he had his doorwings to flick them in comfort, so he settled for pushing reassurance through their revitalized bond. "We have much to catch you up on."

"Are we goin' to start with the big one?" Bluestreak hummed from his spot to Chase's left, a grin on his face plate as Smokescreen had to bite back bursting out the answer as Prowl shot him an irritated look.

"Speak of what?" Chase watched his brothers with a soft vent, optics dim as Smokescreen gently rubbed one of his audial fins.

"That can wait, this is not-"

"Big brother met his Conjunx!" Smokescreen blurted out, unable to contain his excitement, as well as knowing Prowl was far too adept at skirting conversations he wanted to avoid.

"Smokescreen." The eldest sighed, doorwings drooping slightly as he shot his youngest brother a look. "There are far more important topics to discuss before any concerning myself, you did not need to drag that to the forefront."

"Oh hush, he's only excited." The second eldest reached over to flick at the lower part of Prowl's closest doorwing, unphased by the faint growl directed his way. "Besides, I know he followed us here, no use pushing off the inevitable."

"Y'know Blue, ruinin' the surprise is no fun." A voice said from behind the four bots, Chase the only one turning to see an Autobot emerge from the shadows of the entrance to the tunnels that ran all throughout the island, heading toward them as Prowl stood. "An' of course I did."

"Plenty fun for me." The visored mech chuckled as he joined Prowl, standing a helm shorter as he looked down at Chase with a friendly wave.

"Chase, I introduce my Conjunx Endure, Jazz of Polyhex." Chase got to his pedes as his brother bowed slightly, mirroring the gesture in return before addressing the new bot.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, and congratulations to you both." Jazz's grin only grew as Chase held out his servo, only to chirp in surprise when Jazz pulled him into a hug, his other arm around Prowl's waist.

"Aww, yer just like yer brother, a mini Prowler!" The older cooed, and Chase was glad they could not blush, cautiously extending his field when Jazz teeked at him, confused by the adoration this bot held for him, despite this being their first meeting. "I'm glad I got ta finally meet ya, Prowler talked about you all the time."

"H-He did?" Jazz laughed as he gave Chase a small squeeze, before loosening his grip to allow the other to walk away if he wanted. "How long have you both been Conjunx?"

"A long time my mech, but obviously after you...vanished." The word was heavy, but Chase merely tugged the couple toward the couch, letting Jazz's arm remain around him despite his usual aversion to touch by someone unknown. It was a bit of a cramped seating arrangement until Smokescreen took the floor, but no one complained as Chase took in the three familiar figures, and one he knew was soon to become family within his coding before long. "So, yer a Rescue Bot huh? I knew some good mech who were some as well."

"I am, it is a title I have always held proudly." Chase let a faint smile grace his face plate, and he was sure his fellow first responders could probably feel the positive EMF fields from outside. "I appear to be the only one to hold my original...occupation."

"Mhm, no shame in that." Jazz watched the way Prowl's doorwings twitched, and sent a gentle wave of affection through their bond. "Why don't ya tell us what you've been up to? We're not goin' anywhere anytime soon."

"Where shall I begin?" Chase straightened a little as Smokescreen perked up, the youngest grinning.

"Start from the beginning?"

"Our journey to Earth began when an Energon Eater attacked our vessel..."

Heatwave was the one to check in on the Praxian sibling's breems later, spark warming at the sight that greets him when he turns the corner. Chase was in a light recharge, his fellow team member resting against the Enforcer he'd met earlier, the older bot protectively holding him while the other one (Bluestreak?) guarded Chase's other side. The youngest bot was dozing off against Chase's legs, doorwings fluttering in contentment as he most likely took in the positive feelings filtering through their reunited bond. The last bot that Heatwave hadn't seen beforehand, but had been warned off during the island tour, was the only one to remain awake, helm tilting up to meet Heatwave's gaze.

"All good?" The visored mech grinned, one servo tracing a mindless path along one of the Enforcer's doorwing.

"All good, go an' rest, yer all safe with me." The mech spoke with a soft tone, but Heatwave could hear the weight of military rank behind every word, promising death to those who would dare break apart their reunited family.

"Goodnight then, we'll check on you in the morning." With that Heatwave left, his spark content that his teammate would be safe without his watchful optics.

Griffin Rock sleeps well that night.

[nimuetheseawitch]

SGA Summer Vacation Recs

So, a few weeks ago, a friend asked for longfic recommendations to read while on vacation, and I did not really realize how many I was recommending at the time. Seemed like a good idea to make a post about it.

Time in a Bottle by astolat, 14K (not originally on my list because it was too short, but it's too perfect for a summer reading list, so I added it), McShep, Rated E, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings To see a World in a Grain of Sand / And a Heaven in a Wild Flower / Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand / And Eternity in an hour.

The Long Dark (series) by @logicgunn, 141K, McShep, Rated G-E but the first is M, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings An astronomical event causes two strangers to crash land on a remote island in the frozen Canadian north. Cue a fluffy slow burn in a survival setting.

Lord John Sheppard Versus Earth by LitGal, 61K, McShep, Rated M, Graphic Depictions of Violence Canon diverged before Jackson found Atlantis. The IOC stepped in and decided to make things more efficient. A gene testing program brought Major John Sheppard into the program earlier, but budget constraints and international treaties have kept Dr. Jackson out of the antarctic. So now John has to find his own team--and his own geek--or he's in danger of being stuck in the mountain forever as a light switch. However, as the universe changes, fate forces some things to return to proper form, and other things… they get wildly out of control. John isn't sure how he came to be Earth's enemy, but he's going to have to deal with the cards he's dealt.

Teamwork by onthewaters, 24K, McShep and others, Rated E, Graphic Depictions of Violence There is an Earth where things have turned out a little differently, and the people who go to Atlantis aren't quite the ones we know. AKA The one where Rodney is a Mountie.

The Doctor and the Sheppard by @hero-in-waiting, 70K, McShep, Rated E They've been in Pegasus for a year before Rodney is finally allowed to go off-world to meet with the mysterious leader of a group of allies against the wraith. The first meeting goes well, sending them down a path none of them could've foreseen, and leaving Rodney with thoughts of the mysterious leader with his bright eyes and dark hair.

The Hard Prayer by Rheanna, 30K, McShep, Rated M One year after the end of the world, John meets another survivor.

In Sickness and in Health by @a-storm-of-roses, 31K, McShep, Rated E "So I told a little lie, just to get you back to Atlantis. It was the only way, so try not to get too mad. I told them we were married.” When John suffers a major, life-changing injury on Earth, Rodney must pretend to be his husband to ensure his return to Atlantis. As he struggles to navigate recovery and accept his new reality, John must also come to terms with his new role as Rodney's husband and the new dynamics in their relationship. A story of healing, recovery, loss, love, and acceptance.

Enigma by sgamadison, McShep, 32K, McShep, Rated E, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings During an off-world mission, a piece of Ancient technology transports Rodney and John on a one-way trip to a deserted airfield. Working together to get back, it takes a vivid dream to make Rodney realize what's been in front of him all along.

Bridges by bussaiko, 52K, McShep, Rated E Engineer Rodney McKay went to North Carolina's Crystal Coast to help his sister design a series of bridges. He hoped to rebuild his career following a professional disaster; he didn't expect to be drawn into the small community of Athos Island, where he found friendship and perhaps something more with helicopter pilot John Sheppard. But when Rodney tries to learn more about John's past, what he discovers might tear them apart. (non-Stargate AU)

Apocalypse Rising by sian1359, 81K, McShep, Rated M, Graphic Depictions of Violence The Goa'uld are not the only ones who covet Earth.

Zen and the Art of Jumper Maintenance by Indybaggins, 39K, McShep, Rated M The one where Rodney gets sucked in and John… follows. Featuring a quirky John, Rodney in orange robes, crazy Ancient-worship, sheep milking and jumpers that aren't broken but need to be fixed anyway.

Black Helicopters (series) by whizzy, 141K, McShep, Rated T-E but the first is M, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Screw the bet. Rodney was going to prove the existence of extraterrestrial intelligence. Oh, and incidentally, he might just catch the United States Air Force with their pants around their ankles.

Pegasus Purgatorio by MrsHamill, 127K, McShep, Rated E, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings It is difficult to write a paradise when all the superficial indications are that you ought to write an apocalypse. It is obviously much easier to find inhabitants for an inferno or even a purgatorio. (Ezra Pound) Yeah, I'd say that about covers it, Ezra. John and Rodney are left behind when Atlantis (and, by extension, Pegasus) is evacuated. While returning to the Milky Way, they decide to bring a few friends along.

What A Wonderful Bunker You Would Make by ocdindeed, 50K, McShep, Rated M Summary in simple words: Rodney is recluse and John has a kid. Summary in not so simple words: Rodney McKay has given up on the world, living a simple life up on a mountain devoid of people. He likes it that way, at least he did until a kid with a full head of dark hair ambled up his dirt driveway and changed his sequestered life forever. (AU - Set during SG1 & Pre-SGA timeline.)

G******, Tramps, and Thieves* (series) by auburn, 372K, McShep and a whole lot more, Rated T-M, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, later fics Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Vala Mal Doran and her partners, renegades Jehan abd-Ba'al and Meredith McKay, hijack the Tau'ri ship Prometheus and leave the Milky Way behind in search of the Lost City of the Ancients, Atlantis.

*I censored this title due to a common racial slur

[the-californicationist]

he hunts you down

Captain John Price is recruiting for the 141, and when he takes you on a field exercise to the middle of the woods, you try to show him that you have what it takes to survive.

This is Part 1 of 2. If y’all are interested in a Part 2, it’s here. Or, you can read it in full on AO3.

MDNI/18+

TW: primal play, dubcon, abuse of power

AO3 Link

The sun was setting through the verdant green leaves of the trees, beams of light sparkling through them, casting light and shadow on the forest floor as you raced through the underbrush. You were bending your feet, sprinting in the way that he had taught you, nearly silent as you leapt across rotting boughs and piles of fallen leaves. Controlling your breathing, you found a tight pace - fast enough to escape, but restrained enough to withstand it for a generous duration. The air felt sharp in your throat.

Captain Price had taken you on as the newest recruit to the 141. Many recruits had come before you, and many had failed to pass muster. So, here you were, top of your class in Westpoint, but young and unblooded, trying to keep up with the most fearsome group of hunters in the modern world. Terrorists filled the world with fear, and John Price filled them with fear in turn. He was the monster’s monster, and you were desperate for him.

When you’d first laid eyes on him, you were intimidated by his sharp confidence. He was snappy, impatient, but level-headed. He had his power under such a tight-laced control that you would have given anything to watch him unleash it on someone. A dark part of you wanted that someone to be you. When you sparred, he was ruthless. Soap was fun to wrestle, even if he let you win. Gaz was a challenge, but a fair fight. Even Ghost had let you get the upper hand once or twice, but Price had shown no mercy. After the captain was finished with your body, you’d go back to your quarters battered, bruised, and sore for days. He’d even dislocated your shoulder once in order to break your hold, and then he’d had the audacity to shift into a caring medic, helping it back into its socket, bringing you ice and meds that night, checking on you before rounds in the morning. He was enigmatic.

You had gotten your hopes up, that was the problem.

One night, you were putting in a late workout at the gym, fists digging into the heavy bag, trying to improve on your power and speed. Trying to get him out of your head, more like. Your handsome commanding officer and his huge, hairy, muscular form had been haunting you for weeks in the night while you lay in your bed alone. The smell of his cigars was enough to send shivers through you at this point. So, you came to work off some steam. It didn’t help.

You had wanted to shower after your self-flagellation session with the punching bag, but when you went to the locker room, your heart froze. The water was already running. Since no one had been in the gym with you for hours, that wasn’t possible. You were facing the door the whole time…well, most of the time. But no one moved that quietly. You would have heard them.

Thinking someone had left it on, you moved to shut it off. A voice stopped your hand right on the edge of the cold handle. Low and growling, you heard your name come from behind the wall, floating out from the shower. Haunted and in a state of shock, you stood stock still, listening for it to happen again. You took a breath and pulled open the stall door to find Price’s broad, scarred back, hunched forward in what may (or may not, damnit) have been a contortion of ecstasy. He’d spun around to catch his intruder, but you had already turned back toward the gym door, sprinting for your life out of the bathroom. You went to bed sweaty and wet for more reasons than one.

It was his idea to drag you out here. The rest of the team had remained back at base, but Price had decided to take you on a solo helicopter flight out to a remote Hebridean island, uninhabited and cut off from the public, completely alone.

You had geared up for the weather, anticipating the slight cold front, but Price had added a level of challenge to your first field trip that made you concerned. He had only allowed you to bring one set of clothes. You’d be out for four days - if he didn’t find you before then. Four days was a long time to wear the same underwear and socks. Especially now, at the middle of day three, you were noticeably pungent. You’d also finished off your canteen this morning, so as you moved through the wooded hills, you mapped the path to the closest stream. Honestly, you were proud of yourself for evading Price for this long. You wanted to make it the full four days. Maybe he’d even consider giving you a more permanent position. You kept losing every single grappling match, but you scored high on your marksmanship testing, and your survival skills were top notch.

Rushing, bubbling water came into view as you headed into a small glen. There was a gorgeous waterfall waiting for you, and you couldn’t wait to bathe. It was a huge risk, but you were itchy enough to take it. You quickly shed all of your layers and scrubbed them in the clean, cold water with loose gravel, trying your best to rub as much grime out of them as you could. Then, you laid the clothes out on the rocks to dry in the sun and slowly waded your way into the water. It was cold enough to burn, but you had to admit that even the frigid water felt nice on your skin. Quickly, you washed your face and body, keeping your braided hair out of it as much as you could, splashing your breasts and rubbing between your thighs for some relief on your most sensitive parts.

Satisfied, you returned to the shoreline. You blinked, stunned, finding the rocks bare and missing your garments. All of them. Your heart raced in your chest. Your hunting knife was stuck straight up on a nearby stump, placed there on purpose.

Price.

He’d seen you in the water. Why was that your first thought? You bolted in the opposite direction, not caring any longer to move silently. You thought you might be able to outrun him, but just as you were about to clear a fallen log, you were tackled to the ground, your breath knocked out of your chest. Instincts high, you fought for your life, kicking and clawing at your attacker. He was fully geared out, and his clothing made rough scrapes against your skin as he clutched your back to his chest, wrapping his hand around your throat and an arm around your waist.

“Fuck! No!” You shouted, unsure as to what you thought that might accomplish.

You heard a dark chuckle in return,

“Thought you got away from me, little bird? Hope that bath was worth it.”

He flipped you so that you were laying face-down on the ground, his heavy body pinning you, squeezing the air out of your lungs that you had fought to recover.

“Give up, Sparrow. You’re caught,” he growled, fighting with your writhing form.

“No! No…I was so close,” you stilled, finally giving in, disappointed in your failure, laying your forehead in the sticky leaves.

“Yes,” his voice had an eerie, sultry quality to it, and that surprised you. Your body responded, melting into him, trying to determine his intentions. He spoke into your ear softly, “You did so well. But, I knew you’d need water, and all I had to do was wait. I didn’t expect you to reward me quite as well as you did, but that was a bloody nice surprise.”

He punctuated that last sentence with a buck of his hips and then you felt it. You had thought it was his holstered gun that was digging into the crack of your asscheeks, spreading them uncomfortably wide. It was too rigid to have been any part of his anatomy, surely. But, you were wrong. The heavy, solid pipe that was rutting against your ass was Price’s impossibly fat cock.

You gasped, involuntarily.

“Mm,” he was smiling; you could hear it, “Hard as a stone, innit? All your fault, birdie. You out there in that fuckin’ stream, grabbing your tits for me in the water, running from me so I can watch this gorgeous arse jiggle. Tha’s like teasin’ a hound with a bone, sweetheart. My cock’s aching for ya.”

“Captain, we can’t…we - ”

“I can do whatever the fuck I want to you,” he snarled, shouting. The sudden increase in volume made your blood run cold, and your pussy clenched down tight, traitor that it was. He started to grope your asscheek roughly, talking to you the whole time, “You’re caught, and if I was the enemy, you’d be watching Peter look your name up in his big book right about now. So, I feel like your punishment should fit the situation.”

You couldn’t help but shiver. He was right, you were out here all by yourselves. There were no comms, and the seaplane wouldn’t dock back here for another day. If Price wanted to hurt you, he had all the time in the world, and you were in no position to fight him off.

“Yes, sir,” you muttered, listening to your own shaky whisper with shame.

You heard a buckle and a zipper, and then you felt a tell-tale warmth against your skin. He was rubbing his length across your body, hungry and dripping with precome. You breathed in through your nose, trying to hold back your shock.

“Say no, little bird. Tell me to stop. Say that you surrender, and I’ll take you back to the camp and warm you up. I’ll put you on that plane and send you back to New York with a letter of recommendation in hand. You have my word. Or…”

He paused for a long time, waiting for you to take it. You should. It was no small accomplishment to get a letter of recommendation from a man as infamous as Captain John Price. But, something in you wanted a punishment more than a reward.

“Or?” You asked, your voice sounded so small.

It was his turn to draw in a trembling breath. You felt the whiskers of his mustache brush the side of your neck as he tasted your skin there, sucking hot kisses and sending chills across your back.

“Or…” he replied, “I will fuck you right here into the goddamn dirt, and every night, when I get hungry for you, no matter where our task force goes, you’ll take my fucking cock how I want, whenever I want, no questions asked.”

You let his threat sink in. How could he expect such a heinous, feral thing? Did he want you on the task force? A thousand questions flooded through your mind, but you heard yourself saying,

“Okay.”

A warm, fleshy head prodded at the entrance of your cunt, slipping through your folds and spearing you, almost painfully, with his difficult girth. His cock was so fat that you could feel your walls expand to fit him, panicking at this new level of intrusion and flooding you to try and mitigate the situation. He let out a ragged sigh,

“Oh, fuck, that’s so good. Tight, so bloody fuckin’ tight,” he laughed quietly, a tone of disbelief on his lips, “Welcome to the team, little bird.”

[pinkiedevv]

How a Tiny Travels (Ideas)

Climbing:

Ofc every tiny needs a good way to climb, and my primary thought goes to grappling hooks fo sho. Probably made out of actual fishing hooks and attached with corded string XD

Maybe customized shoes with sticky/grippy bottoms like those people who use suction cups to climb skyscrapers XDDD

awhh would a tiny have a little case of gripping chalk so they could hold onto handholds better when climbing?

Somehow an equivalent of a parachute in their backpack in case of a big fall XD. Like basically just a handkerchief that billows out and is attached to the sack with a few strings

Via giant. Period.

But to elaborate, one option is on the shoulder ;3. Tiny can lean against giant's neck or hold onto their ear/earing for stability

The hand. Obvi. Shenanigans have a high chance of ensuing.

Chest pocket. Mmmghhh. AKA the nap spot.

Lawful Chaotic of hoodie pockets, Chaotic Neutral of backpack side-pockets, and Chaotic Evil of pants pockets XDDD

On top of giant's head. Very comfy, much floof. Giant probably will not appreciate the amount of hair pulling that will most definitely be happening up there

Fast Travel:

Roomba. (juuuust make sure tiny can't get sucked in underneath *thumbs up*)

Toy cars except the remote is set up on the car's dash so tiny can control it themselves ;3

Stairway bannisters - AKA the forbidden slide for going from an upper floor to a lower! (And a guaranteed way to give a giant a heart attack! <3)

Pets. Kitties or doggos. Risky beezneez this can be, but the rewards are pretty stellar if tiny makes a good fren outta them~

In the air:

BIRBS - highkey could be scary cuz some birds definitely look like they'd monch on a tiny, but the image of a tiny riding on an owl's back is just - so cute to me

Balloons. Unghhghhhgh. Supervised by their giant ofc. It'd be like a whole hot air balloon except it's just a helium one cuz tinies weigh literally nothing. And a whole paper basket to tie at the bottom for them to ride innnnn yesssss

A drone??? Somehow??? hA like a mini plane/helicopter for tiny

One of those gliding suits like a flying squirrel XD

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Mannnn this. Why can't I be in a world with tinies, huh????

... I WANNA BE ONE OF THEM OKAY TRANSMIGRATE ME ALREADY

ehehe ignore that. Uh. Ye so here've been a buncha travel methods that I've thought of for a tiny! ;D

[thechaoticcheese]

Aight so Supernatural x COD thoughts- SAS/A part of the CIA has branches dedicated to hunting creatures to help keep things in check. It started when Kate and Price were young, the two having teamed up during a mission together to take down what the governments thought was just some blood hungry terrorists, turned out to be a nest of vampires. Kate and Price were both lucky enough to make it out alive with the wounds they did, thanks to a couple of hunters who saved their skins. The two were convinced that the governments needed to be more wary about these things especially if that was going to spread through other countries' governments. With proof, the two governments agreed to allow Kate and Price to start a branch from SAS to deal with these forces. The two started learning from any hunters they could find, creating secret databases for each monster, keeping some that they considered less risky to keep to help find what makes them tick and potentially control it, though that was more of General Shepherd's department. Years go by and now they've built a good team. Kate is the person they go to for knowledge, if they encounter something new, a long for cases that need to be solved. Price, ofc, is the captain and leads the missions. Gaz, who is secretly a skinwalker, usually their undercover guy, person who interacts with the people, along with Soap. The two being charismatic and knowing how to talk with most, if not all, walks of life. Soap is a normal human, strong and independent. He's from a long line of hunters so when his family was reached out to, he didn't hesitate to join while his family stayed in Scotland. As for Ghost... I had to do some research for him (also for Gaz too), and I think I've settled on a Grace-Enhanced Werewolf. Uhhh something something Roba got his hand on angelic and werewolf blood, was curious what it would due to Ghost, combined the two and forced him to drink it. It turned Ghost into a Grace-Enhanced Werewolf(GEW). Imma change it up a bit to the lore of SPN and say due to this experiment, Ghost can control his werewolf form and sometimes when he can change into it, unless it is the full moon. He usually takes off the day off somewhere remote, if he can, and let's loose there. He hasn't lost control, yet, but it's on Price's command. Ghost has adapted more of a pack-like mentality since he's ingested, so if anyone of his team members are hurt, he's known to slightly slip and get angry, lending to a outburst and often killing the target or whomever badly hurt his teammate. He hasn't eaten a human heart, yet, mainly due to Price talking him out of it. Soap and Gaz have thankfully never witnessed Ghost like this yet. Only Kate and Price know that Ghost is a GEW. As for Nik, he's a vampire. 100% Vampire. He was turned a few hundred years ago and just lives mainly off of animal blood or donations. When Price found out, he started donating his blood in exchange for helicopter rides/Nik joining his side, when in reality, Nik was never on humans or monster's side, but when he found the passion that Price had for protecting good people, how could he say no? They're probably working a job somewhere in the states when they run into the Winchester brothers who are absolutely suspicious that there are just a bunch of buff men, all with some sort of not-American accidents poking around in a small town with a vampire infestation. Nik is softly talking to Price about being watched when Gaz comes up about information that the group needs to discuss. Price then leads the group outside and to the side of the building, keeping an eye on the Winchester brothers as they not-so stealthily stalk the five men. Gaz shares the information he gathered before Price then directly asks the brothers what they thought it could be. Both are startled and try to play it off before one says something about them sucking at eavesdropping on people.

They finish the hunt together, not without Nik being outed as a vampire and the brothers try to do something about it before Ghost basically threatens out of it. Or more threatens Dean out of it, because Sam is like: Well he's going against his own kind so he can't be that bad. The two groups do interact more often due to Price finding an interest in the boys. I'm thinking Price might be turned into a vampire later on down the line too just so he and Nik can be mates for life :D Yes that's actual Supernatural lore, vampires mate for life and would rather be dead without their spouse soooo that might be a thing for NikPrice, but I also kinda wanna try to make this a Poly141 so we will see what happens. Also this might not be a series I'm really not sure, it might end up like the COD x RDR2 post where I post 1 thing, be addicted to it for like 2 days to a week and drop it, but I think I might go with this after finishing a few more side projects... Or I just add it to the pile of things to do in my freetime LMAO. UHHHH If you got any questions, pop 'em in the comments or my askbox!

For anyone who is confused about who the Winchester brothers are, They're Dean and Sam Winchester from the TV Show Supernatural. Not sure why I chose not to mention 'em by name but eh. That's who they is.