#so shaggy he shall stay

[sidetongue]

he's looking very shaggy again

[simoondraws]

That scene still makes me laugh so hard

…The son of Peleus was furious, and his heart within his shaggy breast was divided whether to draw his sword, push the others aside, and kill the son of Atreus, or to restrain himself and check his anger. While he was thus in two minds, and was drawing his mighty sword from its scabbard, Minerva came down from heaven (for Juno had sent her in the love she bore to them both), and seized the son of Peleus by his yellow hair, visible to him alone, for of the others no man could see her. Achilles turned in amaze, and by the fire that flashed from her eyes at once knew that she was Minerva. "Why are you here," said he, "daughter of aegis-bearing Jove? To see the pride of Agamemnon, son of Atreus? Let me tell you- and it shall surely be- he shall pay for this insolence with his life."

And Minerva said, "I come from heaven, if you will hear me, to bid you stay your anger. Juno has sent me, who cares for both of you alike. Cease, then, this brawling, and do not draw your sword; rail at him if you will, and your railing will not be vain, for I tell you- and it shall surely be- that you shall hereafter receive gifts three times as splendid by reason of this present insult. Hold, therefore, and obey."..

[late-to-the-party-81]

Red Carpet Ready

AN: So when all the pictures and gifs from the Berlinale festival started to come out over the last week a lot of the folk on the BBE server went, shall we say, feral. When this particular gif appeared, @mrs-illyrian-baby, @buckyismybicycle and I started to have thots. Thots about a cool, calm collected movie star Bucky leaving a very wrung out reader melted in the back of the limo as he strode out onto the red carpet. And this was born.

Not beta’d.

Likes are loved, reblogs are golden.

Mood board by me and dividers by @firefly-graphics

Master list 

Summary: You love your job as Bucky’s PA. You love him even more, even if he doesn’t know it. On your way to an awards ceremony he appears more nervous than usual and thanks to a traffic jam you find the best way to get him out of his head.

Relationship: Movie Star Bucky Barnes x PA Fem Reader

Word count: 3k

CW: AU - Modern Day, Anxious Bucky, Pining, Power Imbalance, Explicit Sexual Content (Oral - M receiving, Vaginal fingering), Bucky’s A+ Dirty Talk, Implied future spicy time, effectively PWP.

You lurched in your seat as the limo braked. Luckily it hadn’t been going fast, but it was enough to fracture your concentration. You looked up from your checklist towards the other occupant of the back seat, your boss, the famous movie-star Bucky Barnes.

You’d been his PA for several years now, acting as a go-between him and his manager, getting him booked into hotels under pseudonyms, liaising with his media team and his stylist, fetching coffees and a hundred and one other things. Luckily, he was a lovely man to work for, polite and respectful, but, unfortunately for you, he was absolutely drop-dead gorgeous. You remembered when you first got the job - you’d spent most of your days refusing to actually speak unless necessary, lest you embarrass yourself by letting slip your not safe for work inner thoughts. However, as time had passed you’d not only relaxed, but also been able to get to know the man behind the mask, meaning that you and Bucky now had an easy friendship. It was based on mutual respect and shared memories, and you treasured it intensely. Your friends wondered why you stayed in a job that left you with no real base, flitting around the world for shoots, premieres and interviews. You told them that it suited you. You didn’t tell them that it was because you were in love with your employer.

Bucky looked nervous and ran his hands through his shaggy hair. He didn’t often wear it that long, but he was growing it out for a part, more willing to do that than have to put up with a stifling wig on top of what was bound to be an equally stifling costume. His left knee jiggled,  letting you know his anxiety was on the rise. 

Tonight he was attending an awards ceremony, one in which he’d been nominated for the Best Actor category. That in itself wasn’t that strange, he’d been nominated several times over the last few years, but this time was different, this time there was a high chance he would actually win. Such a thing was utterly deserved in your biassed opinion, but Bucky had been the runner-up so many times before and his nerves were starting to get the better of him. 

Realising you’d been staring at him for too long, you looked back down at your checklist and cleared your throat.

“You’re being seated next to Yelena, as she’s your co-star in the next movie, so at least you’ll be with someone you know.”

Bucky grunted and turned his head to look out of the tinted windows as the lights of L.A. moved passed at a much slower pace than you would have liked. The traffic was to be expected really, the great and good of Hollywood, plus all their fans, out in force for tonight’s event. It would have been more surprising if the roads hadn’t been blocked.

With a sigh you put down your clipboard and reached out to place your hand on Bucky’s knee to grab his attention.

“You’ll be fine, you know,” you soothed. “You’ve got your acceptance speech in your jacket pocket still, haven’t you?” You watched as he patted his hand against his chest, checking for the folded paper housed in the inside pocket of his black jacket and gave you a small nod in confirmation. He wore a navy blue shirt under the black suit and had foregone a tie. In your opinion - and you had a lot of those about Bucky - he looked stunning. 

He was also uncharacteristically quiet.

You wracked your brains, trying to think of a way to get him out of his head. From the corner of your eye you saw him push his finger down the collar of his shirt and give it a tug. You clucked your tongue and rolled your eyes and leant forward in your seat, both hands outstretched towards the offending fabric.

“Let’s just undo that for a moment. We’ve got time, and you’ve got me here to make sure you look presentable.”

He chuckled at that, and your heart soared. Your fingers made quick work of the top two buttons of his shirt and Bucky let out a deep sigh in appreciation.

“Thanks, Doll. Don’t know what I’d do without you.” His voice was rough from staying quiet for so long, his vocal cords stiff.

Your lips turned up at the edges. “I’m sure you would have thought of it yourself, or found another way to get rid of your nerves.”

His eyes, stormy grey-blue, flicked up to yours just then, the intensity of his gaze pinning you in place. There was a feeling, nebulous and just out of reach, that you could almost identify brewing between you. Moments like this had occurred a handful of times over the last few months, coinciding with Bucky getting over his last heartbreak. His previous girlfriend had been… alright - it wasn’t any of your business of course and you definitely hadn’t stalked her socials whatsoever - but it hadn’t surprised you when they’d called it a day.  However, once he’d started to get back on level footing, you’d noticed him watching you more, and you weren’t sure how you felt about that.

First of all, you couldn’t be sure that you weren’t actually imagining it. You’d been in love with him for so long it wouldn’t surprise you if your brain had started to make you hallucinate.

Secondly, even if Bucky was watching you more, it didn’t necessarily mean anything. Maybe he was just making sure you were alright and weren’t being harassed by any of the pricks that tended to inhabit the movie scene. 

However, if it was what your brain was telling you it was, where did that leave you? He was your boss - okay, technically his manager was, but po-tay-to, po-ta-to - and a famous movie star to boot. It was a recipe for disaster if ever there was one, even if your heart, and other parts of you, were begging for it.

“Hmm,” Bucky pondered, amusement peppering his voice. “Other ways to destress. I wonder what you could mean, Doll.”  

You giggled at his unsubtle innuendo and playfully smacked his arm. “Behave, Mr Barnes!”

He laughed back and rolled his eyes. “Now I’m in trouble. You brought out the big guns. Making me turn around and look for my father.”

You continued to laugh, but suddenly the limo breaked again, much harder than last time, and you practically flew out of your front facing seat to land on your knees on the carpeted floor.

“Shit!” Bucky exclaimed, and his hands clamped around the tops of your arms, steadying you. “Are you okay?”

You shook your head to clear it and looked up, ready to confirm that you were, when your mouth went dry. Bucky loomed over you and his thick thighs bracketed you where you were kneeling on the floor of the limo between his legs. In the space of a breath his eyes, his expression morphed from one of concern to something darker, and more primal. When you heard him mutter “Fuck” under his breath, you knew that your brain had not been deceiving you over the past months. 

Bucky wanted you.

And although your mouth was still dry, your panties were having the opposite problem.

His gaze, dark and dangerous, pinned you in place, like a butterfly on a collectors board. You made no attempt to get up - you didn’t think you’d be able to even if you did want to - and that decision told Bucky everything he needed to know. Gone was the nervous wreck of a few minutes ago and in his place was a lust filled, domineering man. A hunter with his prey in sight.

He let go of you with his left hand and trailed his knuckles down your cheek. You couldn’t help it when your eyes fluttered closed at the sensation.

“I think I’m still a bit stressed, Doll. You got any ideas on how you can personally assist me with that?”

You nodded and swallowed thickly, your hands coming up to grip his suit clad thighs. You felt them tense under your grip and images of you straddling one, rubbing your slick core against the toned muscle filled your head, making your moan. He let out a deep chuckle that vibrated through his whole body.

“I’d love to know what images you’ve conjured in your head, sweetheart, and maybe I’ll persuade you to tell me later on, but we don’t have much time.” He popped open the four buttons on his jacket, revealing to you the tenting in his suit pants. 

You shouldn’t be doing this, but you couldn’t stop yourself. You knew what was in there. Had been on set with him enough times in various states of dress and undress - even though you always tried to avert your eyes - to be fairly well informed, but this was the closest you’d ever been. Like a moth to a flame, your hands slid up his legs until they were gripping his hips. You looked up at him again, and he just stared back, expectantly. 

Fuck. You’d never been so turned on in your life, and he hadn’t even touched you. 

Carefully you unbuckled his belt, but your hands still brushed over his clothed erection which twitched under your accidental touch. You pulled down his zipper and Bucky shifted himself so that you could peel his pants part way down his thighs.

There was a dark, damp spot on his grey boxer briefs and they clung to his body, outlining the shape and size of him. You licked your lips without thinking, and drew the lower one in between your teeth.

Were you really about to suck Bucky’s cock in the back of the limo? You were glad that the privacy screen had gone up straight away, to give you time to get Bucky ready for the red carpet, although the you of twenty minutes ago had in no way envisioned this scenario ever happening outside of your private imaginings.

Bucky took hold of your right hand and laid it over his bulge and you couldn’t help but give him a gentle squeeze through his briefs. He inhaled sharply through his nose and his eyes fluttered briefly, before they were back on you, somehow darker than before. You felt emboldened, the fact you held power over his desire making you dizzy, and you let go of him so you could pull down the waistband of his underwear and get your first, up close look at Bucky’s cock.

For a moment you were worried your arousal would spill over your panties and leave a wet spot on the carpet between your knees as you took him in with your gaze. He was everything you’d ever imagined from your brief glances and you barely hesitated before you wrapped your hand around the firm warmth of him and took his tip between your lips. 

You were aware of several things at once - the clean, musky scent and taste of him, as well as the salacious noise that left his lips at your first, tentative caress. You also heard a thud and cast your eyes upwards to see that Bucky had let his head fall back against the privacy screen. You should have been worried about what the driver may be thinking, but in reality, you didn’t care. All that mattered was Bucky.

You explored him with your fingers, lips and tongue, revelling in the groans, grunts and whispered mumblings that fell from his lips. His right hand still held your upper arm, but his left came up to gently cup the back of your head, not forcing you down, but just adding another connection between the two of you.

You bobbed your head and took him as deep as you could, your throat swallowing around his length until spots appeared in front of your eyes and you had to draw back.

“Jeez, Doll. Fuck! How did I not see what was right under my nose for all those years? Coulda been doing this sooner. Coulda had you writhing in my bed, creaming on me like you’re probably creaming those panties of yours right now.”

You hummed your agreement and tongued his slit, before tracing down his frenulum and around the underside of his head.

“Whatever happens this evening, you’re mine tonight. Gonna treat you right, Doll. Gonna fuck you until you don’t know your own name any more, only mine. And if I win? Shit. Might need an extra day and night in the hotel. God. I’m close, sweetheart. You gonna swallow it all? Can’t spill a drop on my suit. Can’t have me go out there with cum on my pants.”

You swallowed him down deep again, flattening your tongue against the ridgid length of him, and reached down with your hand to massage his tightening balls. Bucky’s hips started to jerk, so taken over by his desires that he was unable to hold back from fucking your mouth, at least a little bit.

“That’s it. Take it. Take it. Such a good girl. Every drop. Every. Fucking. Drop.” He came with a guttural groan, his cum filling your mouth as you struggled to swallow it. Even when his orgasm finally stopped, you continued to lick and kiss his cock as it softened, intending to clean it as best you could. In the end, Bucky had to ease you away, and you realised you were probably overstimulating him. He didn’t leave you disappointed for long, though. Easily manhandling you back onto your seat, it was then his turn to kneel in front of you.

“Fucking perfect, sweetheart.” His hands skimmed up your thighs, sliding under your, entirely sensible, black shift dress. The thumb of his right hand brushed over the front of your panties and your throbbing clit, making you whine and twitch.

“You are soaked,” he drawled. “Good fucking girl.”

Bucky leaned into your space and his lips captured yours in a searing kiss, his tongue demanding immediate entry and no-doubt tasting himself as he did so. At the same time, the fingers of his right hand slipped under your panties, and slid through your sodden folds. His kiss swallowed your cries as he toyed with your clit, the sensation almost bordering on too much. 

Then he slid a finger inside you.

You felt Bucky smile into the kiss at your reaction, your pussy clenching down on his intrusion.

“Such a greedy pussy,” he muttered before adding a second. “I got you, Doll. Can’t wait to get my cock in you.”

Your only response was another moan and another clench around his invading digits. When he changed the angle of his fingers, you ripped your lips from his as you threw your head back.

“There it is. Look at me, sweetheart. Want you to look at me when you come.” Bucky’s voice was deep and commanding and you wouldn’t have been able to disobey him, even if you’d had the presence of mind to do so. You meet his gaze from under heavy lids as his fingers and thumb continued to drive you upwards assisted by Bucky’s voice which only ever spoken to you like this in your deepest fantasies.

“That’s it, Doll. Need you to come for me. Need to know how hard you’re gonna strangle my cock later. Need to know how beautiful you look when you come. Gonna be smelling your pussy on my fingers all evening. Hell, if I win I’ll hold that statue with this hand and get you all over it. Fuck! Do it now, sweetheart. Come now.”

Your whole body spasmed as you came, your hands gripping Bucky’s right forearm to hold him still. Up was down and down was up as the world span before your eyes at the intensity of your orgasm. Eventually though, reality had to set back in and Bucky pulled his hand from the clutch of your body.

“Bucky!” You keened, your body still sensitive, but protesting at emptiness nonetheless.

“Later, Doll,” he placated at your disappointed whine. “I meant it. This isn’t over by a long shot. I’ll see you after the ceremony. I’m ready for that red carpet now and it’s all thanks to you.” He sucked on his fingers, grinning as he did so then leaned forward and dropped a soft, almost chaste kiss to your lips.

You blinked owlishly at him, your brain still trying to process what had just happened while you clit pulsed between your folds. Bucky smiled, pulling your dress down before putting his own clothes to rights, including the top buttons of his shirt. The limo jerked to a halt a few moments later, but this time it wasn’t due to a traffic jam, but because it had pulled up right by the venue.

With a much more relaxed demeanor that when the limo had set off, Bucky alighted when the driver opened his door. It wasn’t until you watched back the footage, much later in his hotel room, that you could see that Bucky was re-buttoning his jacket as he walked up the red-carpet, a smug look plastered onto his face. Most people thought the expression was related to his nomination, but you knew better.

What you did agree with the general public on though, was the delight on Bucky’s face when his name was read out as the winner of the leading actor category. You were watching from the sides, having ridden in the limo around to the back of the venue, having used the few extra minutes to put your scrambled brain back together. You stood with the other PAs, managers and media secretaries of the main nominees, all of you with your fingers crossed. 

But while everyone else in the hall whistled and cheered when Bucky made his way to the stage for his acceptance speech, you were on your phone, quickly altering his hotel booking to include an extra night. He had promised after all.

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[onenakedfarmer]

DANTE ALIGHIERI Inferno - Canto XVII

"LO! the fell monster with the deadly sting! Who passes mountains, breaks through fenced walls And firm embattled spears, and with his filth Taints all the world!" Thus me my guide address'd, And beckon'd him, that he should come to shore, Near to the stony causeway's utmost edge.

Forthwith that image vile of fraud appear'd, His head and upper part expos'd on land, But laid not on the shore his bestial train. His face the semblance of a just man's wore, So kind and gracious was its outward cheer; The rest was serpent all: two shaggy claws Reach'd to the armpits, and the back and breast, And either side, were painted o'er with nodes And orbits. Colours variegated more Nor Turks nor Tartars e'er on cloth of state With interchangeable embroidery wove, Nor spread Arachne o'er her curious loom. As ofttimes a light skiff, moor'd to the shore, Stands part in water, part upon the land; Or, as where dwells the greedy German boor, The beaver settles watching for his prey; So on the rim, that fenc'd the sand with rock, Sat perch'd the fiend of evil. In the void Glancing, his tail upturn'd its venomous fork, With sting like scorpion's arm'd. Then thus my guide: "Now need our way must turn few steps apart, Far as to that ill beast, who couches there."

Thereat toward the right our downward course We shap'd, and, better to escape the flame And burning marle, ten paces on the verge Proceeded. Soon as we to him arrive, A little further on mine eye beholds A tribe of spirits, seated on the sand Near the wide chasm. Forthwith my master spake: "That to the full thy knowledge may extend Of all this round contains, go now, and mark The mien these wear: but hold not long discourse. Till thou returnest, I with him meantime Will parley, that to us he may vouchsafe The aid of his strong shoulders." Thus alone Yet forward on the' extremity I pac'd Of that seventh circle, where the mournful tribe Were seated. At the eyes forth gush'd their pangs. Against the vapours and the torrid soil Alternately their shifting hands they plied. Thus use the dogs in summer still to ply Their jaws and feet by turns, when bitten sore By gnats, or flies, or gadflies swarming round.

Noting the visages of some, who lay Beneath the pelting of that dolorous fire, One of them all I knew not; but perceiv'd, That pendent from his neck each bore a pouch With colours and with emblems various mark'd, On which it seem'd as if their eye did feed.

And when amongst them looking round I came, A yellow purse I saw with azure wrought, That wore a lion's countenance and port. Then still my sight pursuing its career, Another I beheld, than blood more red. A goose display of whiter wing than curd. And one, who bore a fat and azure swine Pictur'd on his white scrip, addressed me thus: "What dost thou in this deep? Go now and know, Since yet thou livest, that my neighbour here Vitaliano on my left shall sit. A Paduan with these Florentines am I. Ofttimes they thunder in mine ears, exclaiming 'O haste that noble knight! he who the pouch With the three beaks will bring!'" This said, he writh'd The mouth, and loll'd the tongue out, like an ox That licks his nostrils. I, lest longer stay He ill might brook, who bade me stay not long, Backward my steps from those sad spirits turn'd.

My guide already seated on the haunch Of the fierce animal I found; and thus He me encourag'd. "Be thou stout; be bold. Down such a steep flight must we now descend! Mount thou before: for that no power the tail May have to harm thee, I will be i' th' midst."

As one, who hath an ague fit so near, His nails already are turn'd blue, and he Quivers all o'er, if he but eye the shade; Such was my cheer at hearing of his words. But shame soon interpos'd her threat, who makes The servant bold in presence of his lord.

I settled me upon those shoulders huge, And would have said, but that the words to aid My purpose came not, "Look thou clasp me firm!"

But he whose succour then not first I prov'd, Soon as I mounted, in his arms aloft, Embracing, held me up, and thus he spake: "Geryon! now move thee! be thy wheeling gyres Of ample circuit, easy thy descent. Think on th' unusual burden thou sustain'st."

As a small vessel, back'ning out from land, Her station quits; so thence the monster loos'd, And when he felt himself at large, turn'd round There where the breast had been, his forked tail. Thus, like an eel, outstretch'd at length he steer'd, Gath'ring the air up with retractile claws.

Not greater was the dread when Phaeton The reins let drop at random, whence high heaven, Whereof signs yet appear, was wrapt in flames; Nor when ill-fated Icarus perceiv'd, By liquefaction of the scalded wax, The trusted pennons loosen'd from his loins, His sire exclaiming loud, "Ill way thou keep'st!" Than was my dread, when round me on each part The air I view'd, and other object none Save the fell beast. He slowly sailing, wheels His downward motion, unobserv'd of me, But that the wind, arising to my face, Breathes on me from below. Now on our right I heard the cataract beneath us leap With hideous crash; whence bending down to' explore, New terror I conceiv'd at the steep plunge: For flames I saw, and wailings smote mine ear: So that all trembling close I crouch'd my limbs, And then distinguish'd, unperceiv'd before, By the dread torments that on every side Drew nearer, how our downward course we wound.

As falcon, that hath long been on the wing, But lure nor bird hath seen, while in despair The falconer cries, "Ah me! thou stoop'st to earth!" Wearied descends, and swiftly down the sky In many an orbit wheels, then lighting sits At distance from his lord in angry mood; So Geryon lighting places us on foot Low down at base of the deep-furrow'd rock, And, of his burden there discharg'd, forthwith Sprang forward, like an arrow from the string.

-

Translated by Rev. H. F. Cary

[libidomechanica]

One on a visor of moss before will be spice

And comes thou hast brought such won it,     shall ever love. Cupid got out of a red-rose true lover,     or by Force of our fair Hearts, but who comprehend aright,     or paid it. In spite of Love’s gaunt blue, that would trouble     bees. That with the Muse growing

old, for the Blood their foreigned     sleep when window blew from the hill, I tried the curse so     darkly on one evenings of saints embrace to find, and leans     his Denizen had time forest-house of shall the Skies, made     long to the Sea, that you

in the children fair assist thee     the bee sucked men; but now a trick or tongue be a number’s     some smooth my whole year, in that should loved you in a corner.—     Or who was present this— when I must I stay; sad prospects     name, for life! But what prose,

noble, rich, thought in the day and     boys! He woke to turn out spake: thou age unbroken. The     brokenly, that I never false politician wise, ambitious     lightning in my heard: caw me, caw the Spittle muddy     ponderous hath be

o’ercoming curtain, shall his bounds, Charms     survey of so great spirits. One on a visor of moss     before will be spice.—He and plundered feel, he saw it upward     rise, good night from thy nature, while Peers and flower     overshadows that all; the

Glass appear wherein your roabes     be Trumpets on her ear. But once, this vaine scuse giue? Laid yours     must stoop, sincere a bird- understood in a vestal’s lot!     And sae neat, Small is turn’d aught? Don Juan, wrapt in ponder stops     of Westminster’s Hairs subside.

And her heaven, though the depth     the meet at dawn surprise, and I, when I am dead; he     shaggy jaws. The learned’s winged Chief th’ all-beauteous Mold;     the fall and there sweeter be told me from the embosom’d     goblet will please, which your

left in the cycle’s company,     can succeeds door; I try the first, that sev’nfold its dripping     head. Blush arise! The fire, like the lips like thunder-rolls. Of     their airy Garments ever draw, when kind grant in full     consecrated up his side,

and all lover, and, where, the panels     broken love has been seized upon its worth’s bosom, all     in vain tonight. A melancholy Spring’s face that he     had nothing lutes; be tender want supper, she’s less refin’d     in the little babe is

burnt-out brain, in the wing, and chaste     rejects, or tumbled down to this tangled mute, like a blank     as midnight like a hardest gazer’s wheels, their pleasant glades,     or foxlike in ev’ry Beam new transient Breath bloomings in     height against thy blood by

the Almighty Hearts doth itch, hast     slain spikes, in the other ceas’d to her glamour, wait thy flight,     nor in my heart-beat go astray from this out of all this     with faint! If smile can warm in love tunes its guards that glows. One     moments! That sev’nfold Fence

to purgatory to let the     lives and married down my face flies, all for what the Moon of     Beauty puts on all my woe? For as his lute: his dungeon     streak of a son. Clay taking the inters cold deadened     me warm’d me ungent Grand?

[paiths]

headcanons / metas for 5 random muses go!

oh thank youuuuu for sending this in <3 but i will be breaking the rules and do 4 muses, the mystery gang! hope that's okay :p anyway, let's talk money and their upbringing, shall we? they're all what you'd call..... uhhhhhh...... pretty privileged kids. the kind that would say they were "comfortable", yknow? from upper-middle to downright multimillionaire families, let's go one by one:

fred's family are behind the most well-known escape room company in the country, even having some establishments all throughout the world. they aren't the uber rich, but they're quite above middle class. he's not an only kid, so the succession of the company was left to his older siblings while he goes around the world doing his shit.

daphne comes from just the oldest money. her family has state across the world, they own shares of different companies, and she was even offered the opening of a fashion brand to herself if she'd like it. she decided to go and make her own way on the world, but... she knows anything is just one phone call away, from 10k on her name to a hitman if she needs it.

velma isn't crazy rich; her parents themselves didn't grow up in the best of positions, but eventually managed to climb to academia, and were able to give their daughter a better life and more opportunities than they themselves had. they had two cars, had trips at least once a year, and could even afford private tutors when she wanted to try piano and painting.

shaggy had the most humble childhood out of the four. with a handful of siblings, his mom had to stay home, so resources were spread out thin. still, he grew up in a good, suburban neighborhood, and got his private computer at age fifteen (that poor pc, so much hardcore porn and pirated videogames). eventually he moved out, which led to him living on a month-to-month basis, but he knew he had his parents help if he ever really needed it.

[izder456]

So- I just wrote this stupid short story:

Once upon a time, in the vast expanse of the digital ocean, there lived a pufferfish named Puffy. Puffy wasn't your ordinary fish, mind you. No, he had a sharp wit and a keen eye for detail, particularly when it came to scrutinizing the code that floated around him.

Puffy resided in a cozy coral reef, surrounded by an eclectic group of marine creatures. There were lobsters who lobbed bugs at each other, turtles who inched along at a snail's pace, and even a few curious octopuses with tentacles that seemed to be tangled in a never-ending spaghetti of code.

But Puffy had had enough. He puffed up with frustration every time he encountered yet another poorly written line of code. The sheer incompetence of his aquatic comrades was enough to make any fish lose their gills. So, Puffy hatched up a plan to make things right.

One starry night, as the moon illuminated the sea, Puffy assembled all the sea creatures and shared his ambitious vision. He proclaimed, "Enough is enough! It's time to rewrite the tides of coding history. Together, we shall embark on a mission to create the most secure and robust operating system ever known!"

The lobsters clicked their claws in agreement, the turtles nodded their heads ever so slightly, and the octopuses waved their tentacles in support. The underwater symphony of determination echoed through the reef.

Puffy, being the pufferfish of action that he was, started organizing coding sessions. They worked tirelessly, debugging and refining, their fins gliding across keyboards with a finesse that would make even the slickest fisherman jealous.

The group named their masterpiece "OpenBSD," a nod to the ocean's vast openness and the security they sought to provide. Puffy envisioned a world where software vulnerabilities were as rare as a fish with wings. It was a utopian dream, beautifully encrypted in lines of elegant code.

As the reef dwellers tirelessly continued their mission, the story took an unexpected turn. Just when it seemed like Puffy and his cohorts were about to unveil their miraculous creation to the world, a colossal wave crashed upon their reef, obliterating everything in its path.

The ending? Well, my friend, that's where the shaggy dog comes to play. This story purposely leaves you hanging, with no resolution or plot buildup being resolved. But hey, who needs closure when you can swim in a sea of laughter, right?

So remember, dear reader, the tale of Puffy the pufferfish who dared to challenge the coding status quo. And although we may never know the fate of OpenBSD or the outcome of their noble quest, we can always appreciate the humor and wordplay that swim through the depths of tech folklore. Stay loopy!

[smartfeller]

Harry Bottom and the Philosophers Bone

Harry Bottom and: The Philosophers Bone chapter 1

Harry Bottom lived with his aunt and uncle Virgin and Petunia dursley, along with their fat twat of a son Dudley, who always got more presents than him. he had to live with them because his parents had died of AIDS and he was an orphan. he hated living with them, because they were such prudish twats and because they were so mean and didnt accept him. they made him stay in the closet because he was always wanking and smoking strange herbs. he didnt know why he was always so horny but it had been this way as long as he could remember...

on his 18th birthday, he received a letter from ‘Hogfarts School of Bitchcraft and Faggotry. he had never heard of the place. his aunt and uncle immediately forbade him from going and locked the door of his cupboard, but the letters kept arriving. there were a fuckload of owls flocking about the house and gypsies and transvestites kept knocking on the door. uncle virgin was fuming. eventually, he drove them all the way to a horrible little house in the middle of the sea somewhere in the hebrides or summat. ‘ha! id like to see them find us here! no nephew of mine shall be a faggot!’ they made harry stay in the coldest most horrible room wearing a chastity cage, cus they were weird like that. with sad resignation, poor lickle harry bottom stuck a finger up his butt and started jerking off, when all of a sudden there was a booming knock at the door...

he stopped mid-wank. nervously, uncle virgin crept towards the door and opened it.  and whew! there stood a giant BEAR of a man in a leather jacket, with a huge shaggy beard. he walked straight inside and turned to harry ‘appy birthday lad! todays the day you become a true gaylord’ he said, slapping harry on the back harry wasnt sure what he meant. the hairy giant strode past virgin and petunia, who were too shocked to say anything, sat his enormous fat arse down on the sofa. unfortunately, he had not noticed that dudley was already sat there, and before the lad could squeal in protest he was already engulfed betwixt the giants enormous booty cleft. the giant stretched his arms and shuffled around in his seat. ‘not reet comfy’ he said, before ripped an enormous fart which rattled the windows. ‘ahhh, much better’  the muffled sound of poor dudley screaming could be heard from within sweaty confines of the hefty leather-clad rump, but just barely. harry felt his boner stiffening, man, how he wished he could be engulfed in such an ass. ‘so harry, i suppose you’ll want to be coming with me, eh?’ his deep voice echoed through the stony hovel ’ ‘spect you cant wait to leave this orrible place’ he unbuckled his leather jacket slightly. harry stood staring, mesmerised at the enormous mans hairy body. ‘yes... but, sorry, who are you?’ he replied the man laughed heartily. ‘who am i? aha ha ha. the names Shagrid, i knew yer dad very well before... well... before’ ‘you knew my dad?’  ‘oh aye! and a fine cock he had too. 14inches. reckon youve inherited that’ he said with a wink. harry blushed. ‘your father was one of the greatest faggots what ever lived, harry. second only to the legendary Dumblewhore, of course. and youre going to go to were he learned it all: ‘Hogfarts School Of Bitchcraft And Faggotry’. marvelous place...’ ‘HE SHALL NOT BE GOING!’ shouted uncle virgin suddenly from across the room ‘I SHALL HAVE NO QUEEN OR FAIRY TEACHING ANY NEPHEW OF MINE HOW TO BE A... A...’ he couldnt scarcely bring himself to say the words ‘A HOMOSEXUAL!’ there was silence.

‘a... a what?’ said harry shagrid smiled warmly ‘yer a faggot harry’ ‘but no... i cant be a...?’ ‘you ever felt your dick twitch while looking at a mans arse? ever wanted to suck on a long hard cock?’ harry didnt know what to say, the answer of course was yes

‘HE SHALL NOT BE GOING!’  shagrid suddenly got angry, he stood up and cast a smell in uncle vernons direction which made him pass out. aunt petunia screamed. ‘anyway lad, since its your birthday ive prepared a delicious cake for you’ he stood up and dropped his breeches suddenly, presenting the most grotesquely hairy pair of buttocks you could possibly imagine, thick wooly curls of dark fur covering every inch of his gigantic behind. harry stared on in awe, each cheek was literally twice the size of his head. a rich wizardly musk filled the room at its presentation, beads of sweat glistening on the damp curly fur. what a horny sight, hed dreamed about this. harry was ready to dive in, only... his cousin was wedged deep within the giants hairy arsecrack, squirming desperately for freedom. half of his body had already been engulfed. you could hear his muffled cries for help, but just barely. ‘um.. shagrid’ said harry, nervously,  ‘whats wrong, dont you want to eat it?’ he said disappointingly, smacking his cheek. he ripped an especially juicy sounding fart whilst smiling, as if to entice him. dudley squealed pitifully as the anal flaps vibrated against him. ‘yes, i mean, its just’ the giant hadnt even realised ‘i mean, my cousin, hes...’ shagrid delved an enormous hairy hand inside his furry crack and began digging around ‘oy! what’re you doin there’ he pulled the terrified dudley out of his massive gaping hole with a horriple shlompfing sound and cast him aside, whimpering, on the floor; covered in ass-slime. ‘well, anyway. you can have your birthday present later’ PFFFFRRRAAAARRP! ‘right now we had better off to london; the very centre of faggotry in england. ‘spose you got yer letter about all the supplies youll need n that’ ‘no actually, uncle vernon burned them all’ ‘no worry, i have one here’  he handed it to harry, uncle vernon was still unconscious on the floor. petunia and dudley crouched terrified in the corner.

harry had never been to london, he was afraid. all hed ever known was life inside the cupboard. he went outside with hagrid, and saw a badass motorcycle parked somehow on the rocky shore outside the building. hed never seen a bike like it. it looked expensive, but all beat-up and rusty. like something from a junkyard, it didnt even look like it had a motor. shagrid hoisted up his hefty bulk and straddled the vehicle and shuffled his pants down slightly, then gestured harry to climb aboard. he did so, clambering up and clinging to the giants vast muscular back, his crotch nestled nicely between his cheeks. shagrid produced an object something like a trumpet from inside his jacket, and inserted the end of it deep into his giant hole. PPPPFFFFRARRRRP! PRRRP! PRRP! he blasted a few farts, harry couldnt help but laugh. ‘got a light, son?’ asked the giant, in his deep gravelly voice harry retried a lighter from his pocket and struck it ‘now hold on tight, lad’ as soon as it caught light, the blare of gas erupting from the end of the trumpet, the entire bike rose and began to soar through the air. harry couldnt believe it. as they flew high above the clouds, harry found himself snuggling deeper inside the warm sweaty crack, thickly forested with fur, pulling the giants jacket over his head, there he fell asleep...

[notacoward]

Severus followed her as asked, and couldn't help but feel on edge. He hadn't a clue why this was such a surprise to him, it wasn't as if he didn't know what he was walking into. He just... wasn't ready for age-old drama to feel so fresh when it bubbled to the surface.

"We were like that as children," Severus reminisced with a small smile gracing his lips. "I remember we used to sneak off into the forest, deep to where that little pond was. Remember when we saw that deer? It was so beautiful. A stag so old, its antlers were fuzzy," he said fondly. It had been such a magical day with her, a memory he'd cherished all his life. It was so strange to be back in her company, to be here with her, in this context of all things.

His eyes followed the boy as he ran around, babbling about who knows what. He longed for the whimsy of being young again, not having a care in the world. Young Harry hadn't a clue what was happening around him, and Severus hoped it stayed that way for as long as possible. He hated growing up.

"Will you be attending the Malfoys' winter ball?" he asked, looking over at her. "Narcissa tells me it's frost-themed. I haven't an idea what that even means. I suppose wear something light in colour," he shrugged. He didn't even know how the blonde came up with shit like this. Then again, if he didn't have a job or anything better to do, he could probably throw a pretty grand party, too.

"Severus!" Harry shouted, having just noticed the man's arrival. The brunette boy bounded over to them and wrapped his arms around Severus's leg. "You're back."

"I am indeed. I was only gone for a day," Severus teased. For whatever reason, as intimidating as he was, children still seemed to be drawn to him. Draco was obsessed with him, and the feeling was definitely mutual. Now Harry seemed to have warmed to him.

He had never imagined himself as a father. He didn't think it was in the cards for him. There had never been anyone in his life he deemed worthy of settling down with. Well... that, and he didn't exactly have many suitors. As a child, he had thought he and Lily might get their happily ever after, but that dream had been squashed by reality. Being here with her now, all he hoped for was that she was happy. He wasn't entirely convinced, but... it wasn't any of his business, he supposed.

"Shall we head back in and get started on your next lesson?" he asked, gently stroking a hand down Harry's shaggy hair. "Would you care to sit in with us? That way if I have to be away for travel, you can use some of my tactics and he won't lose momentum with his learning."

"You know Lucius will ask, and some of us have imported gowns riding on when exactly you will." Narcissa smirked, not at all ashamed of revealing her hand to him. Severus knew how much they thrived on meddling into the lives of others, and if Potter was really as bad as her best friend claimed he was… well, what was a little chaos among neighbors?

It didn't take long for Lucius to join them, always having a knack for pulling the dark hair man out of his memories. The three of them talked and drank and started plots that really wouldn't go further than their minds, making it easier for him to set out at dawn the next day.

Lily had slept in the next morning, knowing Harry would be gotten ready and be out in the back yard to play by the time she got up anyway. A bit of shadow here and a hint of color there, no one would be any the wiser to what she'd been through the night before.

She felt a bit guilty that her thoughts had strayed to Severus as much as they had. Not during the night of course, but it made sense to wonder whether he would come back this morning. Nothing had been an actual fight, but as cold as James had been to him she wouldn't blame him for cutting his losses. Even the day had seemed to help Harry so much, working on his letters. He needed this.

James had locked himself up in his study for the morning so she didn't have to worry about that, lifting her head as the black horse started down the lane. It was a long way to ride, but she appreciated him making the effort all the same. Hopefully the Malfoys wouldn't have anything embarrassing to spread around at the Winter Ball for this.

"The morning air's always been pleasant to clear one's mind." She smiled politely at him, touching the railing next to her to encourage him to come watch Harry run around. "Even before starting the lessons I've always tried to let him get some of that energy out first thing in the morning. Where it comes from is anybody's guess!"

[radioactive-earthshine]

I think it was you but it may have been someone else that talked about the flashfam and their eating disorders? I tried to find the post but couldn't and I wanted to go back to it. Anyway if it wasn't you could you go into if Bart has an eating disorder anyway? I'm mostly interested in Bart over everyone else but I'll take whatever is out there

Trigger Warning: Eating disorders, food, calorie mention.

Hi.

The post you are looking for I believe was done by @givemewallywestorgivemedeath and iirc it had less to do with the Flashfam having eating disorders as a whole than it did going into Wally's past complicated "fringing on ED" relationship with food (I couldn't find the post either).

Wally used to have to consume LARGE quantities of food in order to just survive because of his metabolic rate being accelerated at all times and it was an amount that was insurmountably excessive even by Speedster standards.

Wally no longer needs to do this anymore and it is a plot that writers have generally stayed away from for a long time.

When it comes to Speedsters and their food intake, generally they DO consume more food than the normal person because of their metabolism, but for the sake of story pacing and keeping things simple we don't really have a solid caloric amount they need.

But you wanted to know mostly about Bart so here we go and I shall try my best.

Below I am just going to give examples of when Barts eats (large amounts), explore the reasons why, and then allow you to come to your own conclusions but I am NOT going to diagnose anything because I do not have the expertise in this subject to do so.

When we're talking about Bart specifically we do see him eat quite a bit across a lot of different incarnations of him.

Young Justice Phantoms.

(One of many items consumed...)

In Young Justice Phantoms for example he was shown carb-loading while talking with Saturn Girl and Chameleon Boy... This was for necessity as he was planning on using his speed to traverse the galaxy like how a marathon runner would prior to a race.

Young Justice Invasion

Bart is also shown nibbling on food in otherwise inappropriate occasions in Young Justice Invasion (during a memorial and during a stealth mission) which could be evidence for him carb loading again (or this was his trauma instinct kicking in).

In Bart's comic adventures we also see him eat... a lot... BIG portions and he thinks about food a lot too. Most of his food intake in his own comics are just for eating with little explanation other than he was hungry.

Impulse #2

Biggest sandwich I have ever seen, Shaggy and Scooby would be proud.

Impulse #23

Bart likes sandwiches, and this was during night when Bart should have been done eating for the day.

Impulse #47

During a stake-out he is surrounded by bags and bags of food.

Young Justice 2019 The Emancipation of Bartholomew Allen (I only have the compiled books not individual issues so I don't know what issue # this is.)

In Young Justice 2019 it is suspected that Bart fainted because he didn't eat for a while, but this has yet to be confirmed. Bart INHALES the Chocos after waking up.

Young Justice #49

The above issue reveals to us that Bart does go to food for other reasons than just keeping up with his metabolism while having a normal teenage appetite.

Bart is a stress eater confirmed by this one panel, but I am not going to say this is an eating disorder because I am not at all qualified to diagnosis this.

Legion of Super-Heroes in the 31st Century #15

Bart doesn't eat A LOT in this panel here in this reality, but he does talk about his relationship with food. Bart simply eats a lot because he has to due to his metabolism.

Within the context of the animation, comics and traversing comic realities Bart does eat a lot but so far other than stress eating (which is very common) I have my doubts that he has an ED.

I hope this helps and was what you were looking for.

[jungle-angel]

Rain is a Good Thing

Summary: It’s so fucking hot on the Floyd ranch, everybody’s a cranky mess and Bob’s dad has about had enough

Note: This one is for anybody who’s seen “The Ranch” on Netflix, I couldn’t pass up the thought of Bob’s dad being so much like Sam Elliott’s character (I even added one of the lines in there) 😂😂😂😂. Also inspired slightly by that hot tiktok of Lewis Pullman getting a rubdown with the mint wipes (sorry I need to find the link for that but when I do I shall share that treasure for all to see lol)

 Bob couldn’t fucking stand it anymore. The heat of the day had been excruciating and night was no better. He and the guys and girls loved the ranch life.....but on days like this, ranch life kinda sucked.....hard.

He headed back to the house, climbing the steps and sinking to the porch, his back against the rough wood beam that held up the eaves. He shuddered as his clothes still clung to him, the disgusting miasma of sweat and horses radiating from him as he pulled off his boots and peeled off his socks, letting his feet air out. 

“Jeebus, Mary and Joseph,” Joe Floyd swore as he stepped out onto the porch. “Son, I swear if you’ve got a raging foot fungus.....” 

“It’s not foot fungus Dad,” Bob said, the heat still weighing heavy on him. 

“Well whatever the fuck it is, it stinks like a horse’s ass,” Joe chuckled as he set a pair of glasses down on the wooden table next to the porch rocker. 

Bob laughed a little before an awful, wet cough escaped his throat, catching in his chest as he spat out a wad of red tinged mucus. “Oh shit,” Bob muttered. “I hope that’s not what I think it is.”

“Doesn’t taste like metal does it?” 

“No.” 

“Good, then it ain’t blood,” Joe chuckled. 

Bob had wondered if he should run upstairs and grab the rescue inhaler next to his bed, but then again he didn’t want to wake Moira who had turned in early. He could hear the mucus rumbling in his chest every time he took a breath.....and so couldn’t Joe. 

“Here,” Joe said, unscrewing the cap on a bottle of Horse Soldier whiskey before pouring it into the glass. “Take a shot of this. Before you go to bed, soak a rag in mint oil and put it on your throat and chest. It’ll loosen that shit up.” 

Bob lazily swallowed the burning whiskey, letting it run down his throat, the cold heat shooting through him like lightning. “Dad?” he croaked. 

“Hmm?” 

“Is it ever gonna rain?” Bob asked him.

Joe ran a hand through his shaggy grey hair. “Don’t know son,” he sighed. “Breeze hasn’t been blowin, skies are clear.....Hawk says it might, but even he can’t tell.” 

“I’m hurtin’, Dad,” Bob murmured. “I’m hurtin’ real bad.” 

Joe had been about to run into the house and grab him some ice, but a sudden shout had warned him to stay put.

“FUCK YOU ROOSTER!” 

Bob groaned and buried his face in his hands. Of all the hours of the night for Rooster and Hangman to start arguing, why did it have to be now?

“Well what the fuck was I supposed to do?!” Rooster questioned. 

“You didn’t tell me that horse was gonna kick!” 

Joe took one look at his son, his own flesh and blood, the spitting image of him with hardly a trace of his wife Irene in his face. Bob was already hot and miserable and he didn’t need anybody else to make it worse. Other shouts soon erupted inside the house, Joe’s nerves twitching with irritation. As the bickering reached its fever pitch, he finally had enough of seeing his son this way. 

“Alright,” he hissed, setting his whiskey down on the wood table. “That fuckin tears it!” 

Bob watched as his father stormed into the house, the storm door slamming shut behind him. Bob couldn’t make out what anyone was saying, the heat blurring his senses as he took another sip of whiskey. Before he knew it, Joe came striding out of the house with both Rooster and Hangman, one hand each dragging them by the ear. 

“Alright!” Joe thundered, hauling the two grown men to the porch swing. “You sit and you sit!” 

Hangman and Rooster flinched a little as Fanboy, Payback and Coyote all snuck out. Phoenix and the girls inched their way down the stairs, all of them hot, sweaty, tired and miserable. 

“You two wanna fight like animals,” Joe began. “I would’ve sent you both out to the back field with a stick and had you beat each other senseless. But unfortunately, in this day and age that’s frowned upon.” 

Bob stifled a snicker that threatened to spill forth, hoping to God his father didn’t hear him. Sure, Joe Floyd was known for being a hard-ass sometimes.....but he had been the reason that Bob had turned out much better than some of the other kids he knew and even some of the other family members. 

“You two morons are lucky,” Joe informed them. “If I had to dole out a single foot-in-the-ass, I wouldn’t have been happy. So it’s either that or you spend tomorrow at Camp Quitcherbitchin and believe me that’s no fun either. So what’s it gonna be? You two peckerheads ready to make nice and quit it?” 

“Yes sir,” Hangman said meekly.

“Yes sir,” Rooster answered. 

Bob bit his lower lip, trying so hard to keep from laughing. Sometimes the stuff that came out of his father’s mouth was obscenely funny. Even his grandfather could be the same way, running right down to Bob when his limits were pushed too far. Like fathers like son......and grandson......he thought to himself.

A low rumble in the distance caught everyone’s attention along with a flash of bright jagged light in the distance. Everyone held their breath for a moment, in complete disbelief....was it? Finally.....? At long last? 

Everyone, even the girls, raced out to the field to see what was going on. A cool drop fell onto Bob’s forehead, followed by a torrent that soaked through everyone’s clothes. No one could believe it! After weeks and weeks of nothing and an intense heat wave, rain had finally come. 

Joe removed his black cowboy hat and lifted his head to the sky. “SCREW YOU AL GORE!!!!!!” he shouted. 

Everyone shouted with joy, taking in the rain and letting it soak their screaming skin. Phoenix turned on the radio on the porch, turning the volume up as loud as it could go as their favorite song blared from the speakers. 

“My daddy spent his life lookin' up at the sky He'd cuss kick the dust, sayin' son it's way too dry It clouds up in the city, the weather man complains But where I come from, rain is a good thing Rain makes corn, corn makes whiskey Whiskey makes my baby, feel a little frisky Back roads are boggin' up, my buddies pile up in my truck We hunt our hunnies down, we take 'em into town Start washin' all our worries down the drain Rain is a good thing”

Bob picked Moira up in his arms, spinning her wildly around as the others danced in the rain, practically shouting the words as the rain kept coming. The thunder rolled in the distance, too far away for them to even care. 

[bemylord]

ᴏᴠᴇʀʜᴇᴀʀ ᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴇx

synopsis: levi had accidentally listened to you and erwin having sex and gets super turned on. he starts to notice all the subtle touches you give one another through the day, he thinks that you don't know that he sees it, but both of you just want to see how far this can go until levi snaps.

thanks @gipumar for an idea, i hope you'll like it!

pairings: levi x fem!reader x erwin.

warnings: nsfw, exhibitionism/voyeurism, threesome, oral [both fem and male receiving], cigarettes and alcohol mentioned, upprotected sex, size kink, double penetration.

w/c: 3.6k

the room is illuminated with a muffled light from the trembling candle in the corner, which barely burns by reason of an opened window. the captain levi has been stuck here since he came up from the escapade, trying to deal with the stack of paper. he's smoking the cigarette apathetically, frowned and clench the cheekbone, reading the next article.

levi lazily rubs his eyelids, straightens his legs, taking a comfortable position. erwin gave a massive heap of different articles and direction, saying: 'we lack chaste people here who can deal with it, would you mind do it?' levi couldn't say no - the question formulation will hit on his ego if he rejected the task.

the head tossed back when the flame of the candle had faded out from the breeze outside. the ackerman is out of composure, not having the force to maintain an urge deep inside his soul. sitting in a semidarkness room when only the faint light of the moon illuminates the office.

he stood up from the chair, coming to the window. outside the building only drunken people are speaking loudly about nonsense. the captain snorted, exhaling cigarette smoke he'd lost count of. third or fourth, maybe seventh - he doesn't know; all he knows is to deal with a paper and take a warm shower after all.

'he probably busy or sleeping, erwin' he hears a female voice from erwin's office. first, he thought is his hallucination awaken due to the work he's been doing.

'wait for me in our bedroom, honey, i've practically done with it'

'i want you now, my captain'

he overhears the dialogue he shouldn't have to listen to, break into the intimate relationship. that's counting as voyeurism, hearing as his commander, although he rarely calls him the commander only among the people to be respectful, spending his time with you. levi recognized your voice by the little whine you put at the last word; you did it seldom when erwin prohibits to do your requests. levi isn't the type who would spying or pursuing insofar as heard someone voice in the erwin's cabinet.

he took a puff from a cigarette, wiggling his head as he's trying to deal with an obscene thought in his mind. levi is used to be stern and rectilinear, but currently, his clarity of mind hammered with one question: they'll be doing intimate intercourse in the office?

nobody's gonna find out the captain of the survey corps being listened to how his allies are having sex. how would they know? he crossed his arms on the chest, holding the cigarette with his teeth, prick up his ears.

it's inappropriate to be listening.

in the next room reached out chair squeak and some heavy objects, probably books that being on erwin's desk, fall onto the ground. perhaps his hearsay has improved, thanks to the dead silence in the town. people are peacefully sleeping, only a few drunken people are wiggling among the alley. he extinguished his cigarette on the wooden table, leaving it there as well, and left the room. a clock is reading far past midnight: cadets are sleeping, even though several people guarding the building, probably lurking in a secluded area and taking a nap. whilst levi is scrutinizing through the papers, erwin is having a ravishing night.

the hallway is illuminated by few candles, the atmosphere is electrifying: getting caught by spying at the erwin's and his lover isn't the wonderful feeling he'd like to feel. the door is closed, but sounds are still coming from the room: smooches and squelches, the quiet whimpers you're trying to quell, are knocking out from your hazy mind. if there would be an opportunity to have a peek on you, levi'd take advantage of it, scorching the image of you and smith naked deep in his mind.

not that levi couldn't please him by himself or find a girlfriend, what happened if he'll take a quick peel on both of you? clearness of his mind is dazzling by the cigarettes he had been smoking. he's declining the thought it may be because he hasn’t gotten a possibility to masturbate in a few weeks. presumably, the momentary expedition had taken more days than it should be, leaving levi in a desperate state. naturally, he can go without masturbation for months but he is a grown man with needs, as silly as it may sound.

'captain, slow down if you don't want to be heard'

'he probably busy or sleeping, have you forgotten your words, dear?

the sudden way of arousal covered him, levi has gotten barely prominently shiver, as he heard your conversation. obscene squelches are increased and levi should be gone, if he doesn't want to be declassified. it was obvious from the sounds that you're having a climax, as your previously whimpers turned into the purr reaching it. levi swallowed with a certain breathlessness, looking down: it must those days without touching himself.

'i'm not done with you, naughty girl. do you think you dare interrupt me from my work? leave the room after me'

it's the moment when levi shall pace back to his office and mind his business but still standing there, wait for erwin's appearance. he takes some steps back, pretending he left the room contemporaneously with erwin, without knowing it. proofs of being worked as hell are his sweet on the hairline and bags under eyes: he has made an excuse. why he must make excuses for leaving the office at the midnight? erwin went from his cabinet covered with a little bit of sweet on his forehead and an unbuttoned shirt.

'levi? aren't you supposed to sleep? it's ... quite late for awakening'

the ackerman snorted, rolling his eyes. the erwin's appearance instills him he had been pleased for the time levi's been doing the task. smith yet is regaining breathing, closed the door.

'i'm doing your task, erwin, you forgotten? anyways, can we talk in your office?'

'i'd like to, but i'm exhausted as you. why don't we both come to our rooms and take a nap?'

the levi's mind issues a telltale signal to stop talking and do as erwin told him: he needs to remove the bulge in his pants. light illumination in the hallway concealed a levi's problem.

'yeah, you should take a nap, you look really exhausted. come to my office as soon as you'll wake up, erwin'

as soon as he turned around toward his office, the commander quite exhaled, button his shirt. as he closed the door, he tossed his head back against the door, unzipped the pants to release the problem. what happened in the hallway, why he acted like a moron if he can go back to his chair and scrutinize papers. something snapped in the mind to dare to talk with erwin after his quick sex unawares him and declassified. he should have been gone when he overheard as both of you reached the climax, wanting to have aftercare in the bedroom or kiss each other there without being exhibited. the clarity of mind was full of dirty thoughts he was incapable of deal with, still having a dizzy mind. those days without even touching the area he wanted, might put him in a trouble.

levi is melting when he spat in his hand, making strokes on his cock. a blissful moment of delighting. he never thought that spying on someone who is having intercourse will set him on the pleasure. with the other hand, he clutches his shaggy hair, imaging erwin and you in his office having sex. erwin spinning you around to face the desk, going inside you without a warning, stretching your walls. you could feel his curves and every vein in his dick, you swear you could: erwin's dick is hot and hard of the anticipation. foreboding the orgasm which will come over him with a wave after a few minutes being inside you - marvelous.

'i'm gonna deal with papers, not imagining them being closed'

he has your hands behind your back, squeezing your wrists hard 'till you can't fill your fingers, leaving on your soft skin half-moons, subsequently will turn on into small bruises in the morning.

'i shouldn't have to think about it, it's obscenely'

the climax makes you and erwin melting: you're squeezing his dick, making him lose the vestiges composure.

'maybe i'm gonna think about it once'

- - -

the next days were less troubled: levi was training new soldiers, trying not to stay up too late, so that he won't have repeated incidents. he was trying to read a book but failed up by caught himself thinking about that night. levi couldn't help himself every time he looks at you or erwin side. it wasn't a big deal - getting caught isn't a good memory, but levi thinks both of you didn't know he was listening to it.

it was less troubled until he started to notice all frisky touches you gave to erwin. those touches were clearly aren't purposeless or aimless, you rub his shoulder when you see nobody's watching. you look around, ascertaining everyone is busy, ruffle your lover's hair, laughing as he takes your wrists, mildly leaves kisses from the wrist to the knuckle. it doesn't bother him - conversely, he smiles when sees the way erwin raises the corner of his lips ogling at you.

being in love is cool, especially when the feelings are mutual. once levi peeks, not that he was spying all the time on both of you, he went out from his bedroom to have a glass of water. you and erwin were at the dining room, chatting and laughing over some situations, maybe you had been planning your future together. suddenly, erwin hoisted you up by your waist as you were enclasping your legs around his torso - you're a perfect couple, aren't you?

light touches when erwin checks up on new soldiers, you lightness conducted at his spine with your finger, perhaps feeling as he got tensed by your unexpected touch. ackerman isn't jealous but deadpan - why you kept touching him if there's a risk to be declassified. you aren't children to hide your relationship, no one dares to acknowledge to discover your secret as if it can be called a secret.

the night he awakes isn't a specific one, levi has sort of nightmares of war and titans inside the wall, demolishing and killing people, soldiers, crushing everything on their way. a small walk around the building may help him takes a brief nap. apprehensions about you and erwin disappear well, yeah, he has gotten both of you, but it won't happen again. although, he got turned on that night, masturbating lately at his bedroom, scorching an image of you at smith's lap bouncing on his dick, sort of deviated thoughts he couldn't get out of your head.

the hallway is illuminated by candles, guards are sleeping or chatting at the roof because no one could make debauchery due to levi and erwin are here. soldiers basically scared of being beaten by levi, knowing his passion to learn dissidents to be respectful and know their place.

levi walks among rooms in a leisurely way, enjoying the silence and solitude of a warm night. the wind isn't exhausted the candle in the building - calmly summer night without any accidents.

for the time being.

sitting in the cellar by his own, drinking the sturdy alcohol, attempting to recover from thoughts: it's sort of drug he is addicted to. addicted to sounds and imagies in his mind. regardless of how many shot glasses he has been drinking, he could feel the intoxicated state, a certain state of being wobbly, but his mind keeps being clear.

returning back to his bedroom, thinking that alcohol might help him take a short nap, he overhears your voice from erwin's room. he's losing his self-restraint as your voice is quieting down for a second, again he hears your purr and mumbling, not being unable to understand what you're muttering. levi coming close to a small gorge between the door and the frame, swallowing, before have a peek at you.

just as he was contemplating: you're half-naked, wearing only pants, baring your upper body to your lover. heartbeats are increasing when he takes a look one more time, seeing as the commander stroking the bulge through the trousers. he shouldn't have to be here, ogling at you and erwin but he couldn't move, only stares at you squeezing your nipples, quelling your moans by biting your lips.

it won't happen again, it won't happen again, but it's happening right now, levi is substantially is peeping at you. the commander is sitting at the edge of the bed, smirking at your naked body, perfect and well-tightened body.

he should run away from your bedroom, it isn't correct to barge into your intimate life or relationship at all but one look at your body is melting him, overwhelming the mind. you moved on his lap, slightly push your lover into the bed, sat on the bulge. you're squirming on it, making round movements on it, unbuttoning the shirt.

pads of your fingers are feeling the muscular erwin's body, running over his abs and chest, breathing out heavily. you stood up only to tug your trousers down to the floor, stay completely naked moving again into his lap.

'for how long you're gonna stand there and watching us having the fun, not joining?' the question you uttered was addressed to levi; you turned toward the door, having an absolutely accurately he is standing behind the door. 'levi, come and play with us, we know you've been listening to our sex in our office'

he acts childish but opened the door, entered the room. the atmosphere is arousing captain, seeing woman's body like it his first time. you aren't hiding your body though. levi absentmindedly stares at you, closed tight eyes trying to make an excuse yet not having enough time. his hairline his hairline is covered with sweat as evidence of his excitement. your taken body is beckoning him to touch your curves, leave on your neck a couple of hickeys as if you were taken by him. levi might be listened to by your sweet moans but not touching you.

'come and touch her, levi, it's alright'

erwin's permission makes levi moves to the bed, stood by your back as his long fingers running over your back to the nape.

'i-i won't be soft with you as erwin does, y/n, you get it?'

you laughed at his warning while smith rolled backward, providing you a bulge.

'wanna feel two dicks in my cunt'

you uttered the phrase frivolously like it's the basic phrase you say every day, not worrying what will be in a few minutes. your words were like a red cloth for a bull released from the corral. he's losing composure when staring at how fastly you unzipped erwin's trousers, quickly going over the glans of the penis with a tongue. before you could put his cock inside, you felt on your head levi's palms, holding your by temples, swiftly forcing to place your mouth into the dick.

you'd lie if you tell you don't like it.

with one hand, levi makes a fist of your hair, regulating the pace and the depth of penetration of the penis inside you, controlling every your movements, adjusting everything on his own. with another, he reached down to your already willing pussy, as you were sopping for hours, finally getting what you've been needy. your wetness is overwhelming, you're constricting when he entranced with one finger inside, massaging spongy spot deeply there, knocking out a serial of quell whimpers from your mouth.

levi kneels, wobbling for a second, shall he continue or stop. the answer to his unnamed question was your shift back in levi's face, kinda begging for initiating from his side to lick or press his fingers on your swollen clit. you're definetely been playing for some time before he interrupted their foreplay.

he tugged your hips on his face, lick from the clit to the wet entrance, making a serial of an acute moves on your hole, burying his face deep as far as it's possible in your pussy. your willingness and desire to be fucked by two thick cocks makes levi's cock twitched in the fabric, speeding up the shift of the tongue, keeping thinking about the future events.

'wanna feel two dicks in my cunt'

an echo of your phrase is on replay in his mind as a reminder that he should make you cum before giving you a double penetration. you're melting by receiving and giving oral, attempting to focus on sucking dick and wiggling on levi's face, when he slaps your booty. levi slightly bite your inner things, kissing the mark immediately back again to your drooling cunt.

ackerman put inside two fingers, stretching sticky walls, kissing your legs and ankles. being soft, retaining the remnants of composure, for now, to show the dark side afterward. afterward, he makes you cum on his fingers. you squeezed fingers when he's massaging that spot, feeling how your legs are shaking.

'keep sucking my cock while cumming'

erwin's severed voice didn't give it a chance to pull out cock, but you don't want to disappoint your commander. levi masterfully uses his fingers to make you shiver and bringing your knees together to climax as you're tensing and dripping. he didn't miss the opportunity to walk on the moist crotch, licking your juices.

levi is blossomed by your quelling moans and your willingness to obey a commander, though you wanted to stop sucking and scream erwin's name in delight. your desire you pronounced at the beginning levi couldn't forget, standing up from knees. you're still shaking and being mild from an orgasm you've gotten.

the thought of being flattened by two hot and muscular bodies, covered in sweat and those dicks are twitching, wanting to feel and stretch your cunt. you moistened commander's dick last time, moved your body between his member, leading his cock in your soggy hole, putting his cock inside with a squelchy sound.

the goosebumps run down your skin and your heart beats at a frantic pace. you gasps for the air, regardless of the opened window, it's hard for you to breathe. because of their bodies and fingers, because of the thought have your first penetration with the strongest men.

'i'm going inside, y/n'

a spontaneously levi's warning makes you bend over closer to erwin, kissing his lips, feeling the second dick inside you. you don't regret what you've said, digging your nails into the blond's strong shoulders as levi going inside, stretching you to the max.

at first, they give you a few seconds to adjust to the new feeling, before erwin did a slight thrust in you. he did it purpose: he wants to see his chest and shoulders dotted in the half-moons and patterns from your nail in the morning, so he could be mocking all day, telling you how dirty you were.

ackerman words 'i won't hold back, y/n, i'm going to be rough' come into reality, when he pulls your hair back, makes you arch your back. he holds your waist, going higher to clench your hard nipple. ackerman is closed to your ear, kissing under your earlobe to the jaw, moving in a very tight hole.

being flattened by two hot and muscular bodies is mind-boggling as their tips are reaching to the inner lump. smith's hands are running over your hips as he's ogling you and levi having a deep and humid kiss. sharing the lover is inappropriate but turns him on even more. the friction of two cocks going in and out, obscene squelches spread throughout the room. it's too much - incorrectly be fucking by the captain while you've got the one who can put on high, although two dicks feels too good to deny anything.

the shiver again caught your body as you're feeling your soon climax. both of them are feeling it too.

'cum one more time, constricting your cunt on our cocks'

the tense between your legs, and your orgasm crashed in an instant wave, creaming their dicks. the mess down there and your licentious attitude erwin's gonna remained you for weeks, telling how slutty you were, tightening over cocks and creaming on the length.

what happened next was like a fog - both of them yet took out their dicks to cum all over your body. the fluttering on your body is feeling perfect, had been fucked by two captains.

'how do you feel, sweetie?'

not giving a damn about formalities and the fact that you are his property or girlfriend, levi affectionately kisses your back, caressing your hips. erwin kissing your stomach, pressing your chest against his, tugs your face close to his, left a soft kiss on your lips. you didn't answer, there was no need for that: your contented expression was the evidence of your wonderful well-being. he lay down on the bed without strength, covering the blanket bodies, holding your waist, burying his face in the back of your neck. erwin holds your tiny hands in his, staring at how you falling asleep, smiling.

still, your request was admirably was made.

//~~//

:3

[valyntynamaro]

Homesick - Thomas Raggi

Requested by @fairyth0rns In which a homesick Thomas confides in you after a show. I changed up the premise a little but I love how it turned out!! LOTS of fluff and feelings! Hope you like it <3 this is basically Thomas Raggi stan acc at this point ahaha.

word count: 1,914

REQUESTS OPEN

-no warnings

Being on tour with your best friends wasn't always easy, there were small fights, drunken mistakes and harmful words that got said, but it was just the pressure they were all under, no one was ever mad at each other for long, it was just the lifestyle catching up to everyone.

No matter how hard things got out on the road you knew there would always be someone you could turn to for help and consolation, and things did get hard being away from your life back home. However, you knew that everyone gets that way and all you can do is support each other.

Loud cheers erupted from the audience as the show came to an end, you had been out on the road with Måneskin for a few weeks and as the tour was coming to the end you couldn't help but smile, thinking about how far they had come not only in the last few months but over the last few years that you had known them.

Every single milestone and achievement made you all the more proud of the four people before you on the stage which you called your family, that's what you had become a close-knit family and you couldn't imagine your life without them.

"Thank you, everybody, we have been Måneskin, goodnight!!" Damiano screams excitedly into the mic as the band begin to leave the stage, you clapped and cheered for them from in front of the stage, but in front of the crowd barrier. Snapping a few pictures of them as they held up their instruments and waved at the crowd, Vic stuck her tongue out at you and leaned into the camera as you took her picture.

After the show, you all made your way back to the hotel you were staying at for those few nights, there was an off day tomorrow so everyone decided that it would be fun to go down to the bar and have a couple of drinks.

Down at the bar, you all raised a glass to the great show they had put on and the successful tour also for good luck in the future. Music played loudly as you all danced together, laughing with one another at the terrible moves coming from each of you, everything was perfect and it was moments like that which made all the fights and upsets worth it.

Swaying your hips to the music you felt someone's arms slip around your waist, looking down you recognise the rings on their hand, It was Thomas and you instantly relaxed into him, moving softly to the music in time with him. Whilst you loved everybody in the band, you and Thomas had a special bond, you just understood each other a lot more deeply than the others.

"Are you okay my love?" turning around to face him in his arms, you met with a slight frown, you hated seeing him like that and would do anything to make him feel better.

"I guess, I just feel...I don't know I think I'm just tired" You could barely hear him over the loud music and the screaming from your friends as they fooled around, picking one another up and throwing them around.

You take Thomas' hand, leading him away from the dancefloor and out the backdoors to the beer garden outside. The atmosphere instantly softened and you could tell he was a bit more relaxed. "What's going on in your head sweet?" the two of you take a seat at one of the tables, he pulls a cigarette out of the pack in his pocket and lights it, he offers you one but you politely decline.

"I'm just so tired of being out here away from home, it's catching up to me now. I just want to wake up and not have to worry about how I'm going to do that night, the pressure is just getting to me y/n." He rests his head on your shoulder, your hands instinctively go to his shaggy blonde hair, he loved when you would play with his hair.

“ I know my lovely, everyone feels like that sometimes It's completely normal you just have to do your best and that's all anyone can expect from you, we'll be home before you know it" Placing a kiss to the top of his head he sighs, putting out his cig he takes your hand in his and plays with the many rings on your fingers. You never wore rings until you started touring with the band, they introduced you to them and would always buy you one as a thank you at the end of every tour- they were so special to you and you made sure to wear them every day for good luck.

"Y/N, I don't want to be at this place anymore, I can barely catch my breath" you knew what he was feeling was social anxiety, you had spent so many times with Thomas backstage just calming him down when he'd work himself up into a panic, it was never a bother to you though you just loved to make him feel comfortable and safe.

" We can go back to the hotel if you want, watch your favourite movie and cuddle?" you suggest, he doesn't say anything but just nods, "I'll just go tell the others, meet you out the front." Getting up, you place another kiss on his head before helping him up and making your way inside, for a minute you struggled to find anyone but you saw Vic by the bar being chatted up by some guy.

"Vic, me and Thomas are going back to his room, I'll see you in the morning" you hug her, Vic had always admired your relationship with Thomas, she knew that no one made him feel like you did, she would often tell you how cute it would be if the two of you were dating. Whilst you liked the idea of being with him, you knew that it was far important just being there for him you wouldn't want to risk everything and then not be able to be there when he needed you the most, so you were okay with just being friends.

“ Don't do anything I wouldn't do girl, have fun" she teased, causing you to roll your eyes everyone in the group would make jokes about how you and Thomas acted like you were already a couple but you paid no mind to it.

Meeting Thomas outside you walked hand in hand down the road, taking in all the sights the city had to offer whilst you made your way back to the hotel you were staying at.

Back in his room, you changed into a comfy shirt of his, whilst he only wore a pair of grey shorts. You couldn't help but think how good he looked in them, those shorts of his were a weakness of yours and he knew that which is why he always wore them around you.

Relaxing on the bed, you lay your head on his chest your arm draped over his lower torso, he had an amazing body and you would often catch yourself sneaking a look whilst the two of you changed together. "what do you want to watch then?" you asked, tracing circles around his 'Må' tattoo, you had been there with him, holding his hand as he got the tattoo done.

"you choose" his voice was soft, you could tell he was tired, so you just put on a film you had seen a bunch of times so you didn't have to pay attention to it, so he could just relax and fall asleep.

"You know, I don't want the tour to end" you could tell something was on his mind. "why's that?" leaning upon your elbows you turn to look him in the eyes, getting lost momentarily in them.

"Because you won't be there" a tear falls from his eyes and you quickly wipe it away, holding his face in your hands.

"aw sweetie, I'll always be there, even if I'm not with you every day, you can always call me" you kiss his cheek, comforting him, wiping away more tears.

" it's not the same, I just want to be with you all the time, you make me feel like nothing else on earth, when I'm with you nothing matters y/n, I don't know how you do it but I don't want it to ever stop" now it was your turn to cry, no one had ever made you feel so special or important in your life and it felt so good to hear those words leave his mouth.

"Oh Thomas, I don't ever want to be without you either, but you know I have a life back home, outside of the band. I'm only a short drive away, you can come to see me whenever you want and whenever you feel sad I'll be there as soon as you call" It broke your heart to see him so vulnerable, but you knew there was nothing you could do, you lived about ten minutes out of Rome, you couldn't afford the city.

"I feel so selfish, I just want you all to myself all of the time. I count down the days to the start of every tour because I know that I'll get to wake up and see you every day, that I get to spend all the time in the world with you, with nothing keeping you from me" He sits up, pulling you into a tight embrace.

"I know sweetheart, I know" Is all you could say, you were choking on your own words, it hurt so much that you couldn't be with him all the time.

"I don't even just mean with me physically, y/n you complete me, you make me a better man and I..." he pauses, wondering if he was really about to say what he was going to say.

"I love you y/n and I know you feel the same way about me, I've just always been too scared to do anything in case I scare you off because I can't bear to lose you" you pull away from the hug to look him in the eyes once more.

"Thomas, I've been in love with you since we first met you have no idea what it means to me to hear you say this" the two of you lean into each other, your lips inches away from his but before anything could happen the door bursts open, causing you to jump away from each other.

"Y/N Dami's been siiiickkkk" Ethan whines, stumbling into the room throwing Damiano down onto the bed beside you. Just like that, you had been snapped out of your cute moment with Thomas and back to the reality of the mother of the group.

"oh dear, let's get you cleaned up shall we?" you get up pulling Damiano up with him and take him to the bathroom, stopping at the door to look over at Thomas who just had the biggest grin on his face that you had ever seen. Even though you had been interrupted you knew that things had changed forever and that you'd have plenty of time to carry the moment on later, running a bath for your drunk friend you couldn't hep but smile too, everything was perfect in that moment and you wouldn't have it any other way.

[slothspaghettiwrites]

MINOTAUR THOR!

let's just throw canon out the window and combine to different mythologies shall we

Or keep a bit of canon? fanon? Idk and say Loki cursed him to be Minotaur! But unlike in beauty and beast, when you finally get together there is no curse to be broken anymore really. He stays a minotaur, actually really loves being that form now, he can finally pick up Mjollnir again because has accepted himself and is worthy.

Other thoughts about Minotaur!Thor below -

Big big big HIMBO - he drinks his respect women juice at every meal

a sad goofball

I know they aren't technically Norse, but I think he'd have Highland Cow vibes- long shaggy hair, medium-length thick horns, a bit chonky, adorable, and golden.

Is a massive cuddler, let's say apart of the curse is that he trapped in a labyrinth, so he is a bit touch starved. When you stumble upon him, literally because he was taking his mid morning snooze, his first instinct is HUG.

He later apologizes for nearly squishing you because he doesn't know his own strength.

He doesn't try and trap you or manipulate you into staying with him. Thor just overshares, hardcore.

While you try and find away out, he just talks and talks and talks about literally everything under the artificial sun.

"I didn't know I could use my godly powers grow so much fruit. But it's so good, here have this passion fruit."

"Nope, don't go that way, that leads to the toilet. Honestly just never use toilet here."

"The worst vegetable to masturbate with Jackfruit. Sure it doesn't smell as bad as the Durian, but it gets all slimey in the worst way possible. I've had a lot of success with butternut squash."

"Once my brother, who is the reason I'm like this and not my normal godly form, once turned into a snake and stabbed. He's adopted though. All good fun."

Thor, of course, stumbled upon making wine. Hasn't figured out ale yet much to his upset, but damn does he make a fine fruit wine.

Drunk Thor is an absolute riot, even if you are stone cold sober.

He has loads of weapons, which he shows off to you, gives you a couple of his daggers with a wink. You don't know what that means.

There is one weapon he doesn't talk about, the hammer embedded in a rock at the center of everything. You try and pick it up, but can't.

He is moppy for the next two days of wandering through the maze. Not his usual self.

When you have your first heart to heart with Thor, opening up about how you ended up here, is when the first seeds of love being to blossom.

He maybe suggest you staying after that and maybe you spend less time trying to map out the labyrinth and more time skinny dipping and making out with a hot beefy Minotaur!Thor.

If you tell him you miss the rain, that thunderstorms were your favourite, he'd cry because that is something he can give you.

He would be so giddy for that moment. Taking you outside, making you sit on a stump or something. Almost like putting on a show for you, Thor dramatically brings the heavens down. The artificial sun is covered with big, puffy, dark clouds. Fat rain drops slowly fall to the ground. In the distance there is a flash then clap of thunder. Lightening crackles in the space between his horns, his eyes glow blue, he is captivating.

You guys dance in the rain. It's freeing, beautiful, and most fun you've had in ages.

You promise to stay with him then, no matter where he goes, you'll be by his side if he'll have you.

amen.

If you want smut you gotta ask for it 😂😂😂

[laura-the-yellow-cat]

MSA X Scooby-Doo on Zombie Island Chapter 6: They are trying to eat the hot peppers/Discovered that the spirit of the pirate writing wall says "Get Out" and "Beware"

Scooby: Rat food? Yuck!

Shaggy: Forget the cat food, scoob, there's a lot better chow in this kitchen, mmmm, smells great, it's gumbo, isn't it?

Lena: U do know your food,

Shaggy: like we've traveled thw world on our stomachs mind, if we have a taste?

Lena: Of Course not, let me know how u like it

shaggy was just one tastes of gumbo

Shaggy: Like, not bad, but it's needs a little more spice, do not u think so, scoob?

Scooby doo: Yep

closet of kitchen having hot peppers

Shaggy: These Puppies are to do trick

Starla: This lemonade was great, Lena

Lena: Why, think u

Mima: **blushing**

Daphne: So, how long have u worked for me…

Suddenly before could finish, we heard screaming coming from the kitchen

Velma: The guys!

Worrying that something terrible had happened, we rushed to the kitchen

Scooby drank all the lemonade from a glass pitcher and Shaggy drank all the water of a large plastic container to relief themselves from the ultimate spiciness of hot peppers

Shaggy: Like, that was some hot pepper

Lena: Those were Moonscar Island peppers

Everyone was relieved that no harm had come to Shaggy and Scooby

Miss Lenoir: I wasn't exaggerating when I said there were the hottest peppers in Louisiana

Bart: With all the screaming. We thought you might've seen a ghost!

Shaggy: If we do. You'll be first to know

Starla: Sorry for the interruptions, Miss Lenoir

Simone: Please, call me Simone. Shall we continue our tour of the house?

Icy: Please, call me Icy. We count our tour of the house too?

Daphne: Great, Miss--uh, Simone!

Marco: Icy! Follows us!

Daphne grabbing Fred's hand. Everybody follows Simone, turning their heads over to Shaggy and Scooby one last time to ensure they are all right.

Samantha: You guys should stay away from those peppers

Shaggy: Right. We'll just stick with the gumbo, if you don't mind, Lena

Lena: Of course not

Lena exiting the kitchen

Mima: I'm glad you like it, help yourself.

Sapphire: I'm sure

Josh and Jackson decided to stay in the kitchen to ensure they don't scream out loud for the rest of the day. However, he's got some trick on his sleeves. He opened the jar and picked up a pickled pepper, offering to Scooby.

Josh: C'mon, Scooby, I dare you

Scooby: Ruh-uh

Scooby shaking his head

Scooby: Rou first

Shaggy: Not chicken, are you buddy? Old pal?

Suddenly, they felt an ice-cold air blowing around them. Unbeknown to them, a small ghostly aura flew around the cabinet. The boys started shivering.

Shaggy: Like, that's funny. A second ago, I was on fire. And now it's FREEZING.

Scooby: R-R-Reah! Freezing!"

Josh: Did someone turn on the air conditioner?

Josh shivering and keeping himself warm

Jaxson: Who someone? Maybe it's cold

Shaggy: Tell you what

Shaggy splitting the pepper

Shaggy: Like, we'll split this big one. That'll warm us up.

A ghostly aura began to write on the wooden wall, which caught the boys' attention. As it wrote, the boys were preparing for another scream.

Meanwhile, Simone and Lena, Icy, Mima, Trixie toured us at the library.

Velma: Now this is a great library Simone

Everyone was admiring the elegance and how many books Simone had until we heard the screaming from the kitchen...again.

Daphne: Now what?

We rushed back into the kitchen and saw the pantry door shaking like there was an earthquake happening. Daphne opened the door and we saw Josh, Jaxson, Scooby, and Shaggy shiver in fear.

Ava: Peppers again?

Scooby: Ruh-uh. Writing

Velma: Writing? What writing?

Shaggy: L-L-Like, ghost writing!

He pointed at the wall, where we saw a writing that said "GET OUT".

Shaggy: See? This place IS haunted!

The team and gang gasped in horror, but Daphne has gotten overly excited.

Sarah: What happened?

Josh: Well, first it got really cold in here. Then we saw the words being carved on the wall, but there was no one there!

Daphne: Fred, get a shot of that!

Velma: Jinkies

Velma looked at the words.

Daphne: Simone, could you come stand next to me please?

Daphne took out her hairbrush and brushed her hair. Velma looked at the wall very curiously until Daphne beckoned her to get out of the shot. Fred repositioned himself and aimed at Daphne and Simone in front of the wall.

Daphne: Here we are in Miss Simone Lenoir's kitchen

Daphne in a graceful expression since she is a reporter

Daphne: Where we have our first encounter with the supernatural spirits in Moonscar Mansion. You can feel the chill in the air

Suddenly a gust of wind popped in. Daphne squinted her eyes by the air, unknowing that the aura returned and wrote another message on the wall

Daphne: Cut! Who opened the window?

Velma: Nobody. Look!

Marco: BEWARE

Marco reading the message

Daphne: Wow! Is this great stuff of what?!

Ava: R-Right. Great stuff

Simone: The haunting might just be starting. After sundown, the ghosts get more restless

Matilda and Velma went back towards the wall, carefully examining the wall. Velma knocked the wall

Matilda: This seems pretty solid

Daphne took her hairbrush again to fix her hair.

Daphne: Keep rolling, Fred. Maybe we'll have another ghostly manifestation!

Fred whirled his camera around

Daphne: Freddie, I'm over here

Fred: It's Velma and Matilda!

Velma and Matilda are levitating 10 inches off the floor! The gang gasped in horror except for Fred

Fred: We've been levitated before and there's always a magnet or wire somewhere

Matilda: No wires here Fred!

Once again, Daphne got overexcited by all of this, getting the reports she really needed for her show.

Daphne: Wow, a real case of levitation! This just gets better and better!

Velma: Maybe from where you're standing

Matilda: Could somebody get us down, please?

Shaggy: Sure thing! Come on guys!

Shaggy, Scooby, Sarah, Sapphire, and Samantha come up to the girls, still floating in the air until suddenly, the levitation stopped and the girls landed on Scooby and Samantha.

Samantha: Sorry about that Matilda

Matilda: No worries. I'm used to it

Velma: Nice catch, Scooby, Thanks

Scooby: You're relcome.

Matilda: But, Josh how were they floating?

Josh: That was one of the mysteries of the island. You'll see as I continue

Me (Laura): Good idea

For @sfcabanasstarcgs and @mysteryideasgroup

[loveislattes]

Good Morning (Darkiplier/Reader) Fluffy Smut Drabble

Request: As a drabble, waking up sleepy and content next to your choice of either Dark or Infelix. Can just stay fluffy and adorable or they can be a little more, dirty ;)

Important: Reader is gender-neutral but is a vagina owner!

Warnings: Smut (obvi), pet names, light choking, power play, shadow tendril/tentacles, and no use of protection.

A/N: This was written quickly on my phone while at work so please excuse any errors. I was just excited to get something down on paper!

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Ever so slowly, the awake world began to invade your sleepy space as you rolled onto your side with a throaty groan. The alarm hadn't gone off yet so you knew it wasn't time to wake up, but you weren't brave enough to crack your eyelids and check those blaring red numbers to see just how long you had left.

As you were starting to fall back into a light slumber, your bed partner curled up around you with a deep groan. Goosebumps ran down your arms as the prickles of his short beard dragged across your bare shoulder.

"What time is it?"

Desire shot through your body at the sleepy rasp whispered right into your ear and you couldn't resist wiggling back against him in turn, whimpering as his straining cock pushed against your bare thighs.

"I haven't checked," you admitted softly, "Early though."

"Good."

The burn of his beard slowly gave way to soft lips and easy nibbles that trailed up your shoulder to the lobe of your ear. Sharp teeth pulled a heady gasp from your lips while his fingers drew your top thigh back over his, his dick slotting perfectly against your cunt.

"That means I have time to ravish you before the fools are demanding my attention," Dark purred huskily, "That is, if you're up to it, darling."

Wordlessly, you reached back and sunk your fingers into his shaggy locks, gently directing his mouth to your throat as you stretched your leg back further to offer him room.

"Always, my love," you murmured.

"Hmmm, that's my good pet," he rumbled lowly against your throat.

You were thankful for the late-night romp that left you both nude because it meant there was no barrier to impede his fingers from slipping between your thighs.

"Fuck!"

Every swirl of his fingertips pulled weak tremors from your form, clit still hypersensitive from the blessed tongue lashing he'd treated you to hours ago. When a rather rough convulsion made you yelp, he slowed his motions and brought his hand to your hip instead.

Before you could even question him, he said, "If this is going to be too much-"

"No! It's not that. I'm just really sensitive still. I want this. Maybe just avoid my clit for a while?"

He didn't respond other than a warm hum and immediately you knew he was reconsidering the whole ordeal. He did that a lot, got overprotective over silly things- even over himself. To help sway him back to the dark side, you hastily lifted your hips and wiggled so his head was pushing ever so slightly against your entrance.

His nails dug sharply into your skin as he unleashed a demonic growl.

"I want you, please," you begged softly.

"You're playing with danger, darling, but I suppose I shall humor you this once."

He snapped his hips forward without hesitation and buried his cock as far as possible with that first thrust, and in that same motion, his idle hand came to encircle your throat.

At that moment, it felt like you had shattered into a million delicious pieces. Your mind instantly shifted into that carefully crafted space that was reserved for Dark, and Dark only, as he invaded every inch of your body. Having had him again after many loving, arduous rounds a few hours ago... it was like you'd never stopped in the first place.

"Look at you," he grunted softly, "My perfect little pet, still so wet and ready for me, taking me so perfectly."

"A-Always, Dark, always ready!" You gasped out between breaths.

Your blood pumped heavily in your head as he tightened his fingers and quickened his thrusts. The slap of skin on skin synchronized almost perfectly with every thump of your heart and momentarily you wondered if he could hear your heart race to time it so perfectly.

Aching to touch him, you snagged his wrist tight and ran your thumb back and forth over the top of his hand, mumbling frantic "I love you"s as he hastily pushed you toward the end.

"And I you, my love."

He suddenly withdrew his hold on your throat, fingers dancing down your curves until they came to rest just below your navel.

"May I touch you now?" He purred sweetly.

"Fuck, Dark, yes!"

His nails left a stinging trail down your stomach and over your mound, making you clench hard down on him before gracing you with a sweet burst of pleasure.

"Fu-uh-ck," he hissed sharply.

Before you knew what was happening, you were facedown. Dark manhandled you onto your knees, hips high in the arm and back arched low, giving him the perfect leverage to thrust back in without pause.

As if planned by the universe, there was a knock at the door the moment he started to speak.

"Hey-"

"If you do not disappear within the next two seconds, I will spend the next millennia eviscerating you from the inside out, over and over until I tire of seeing your entrails at my feet. Am I clear?!"

Your cheeks reddened in mortification as your body reacted undeniably to power and rage in his voice, hips pushing back into his, needing more of his touch.

You felt as if bruises would form instantly as his hands took place harshly on your hips, jerking you back again as he thrust in with a snarl.

"You like that, do you?" He sneered darkly, "Is it knowing that I would kill to remain in you for just a second longer, hmm? Or maybe… just maybe, it's the knowledge that if I didn't love you so, I could easily do the same to you?"

An uncontrollable whine escaped as you buried your face in the pillows, but suddenly his hand was around the back of your neck, jerking your head up almost painfully.

"Tell me, darling, am I right?" He asked, voice shaking with the strength of each thrust of his hips.

You found words to be nearly impossible as he fucked you rough and frantic, the taste of your orgasm teasing at the edges of fruition.

"Yes, yes, oh fuck- yesss!"

He released his hold only to shove your face back into the pillows, head aside to allow you just enough room to breathe, with a death grip on the nape of your neck to pin you in place.

"Come for me then. Let me feel what my power does to you."

The sound of the headboard slamming into the wall thundered through the room, rivaled only by the tortured cries and moans pouring from your lips. And then you felt that familiar coil of cool energy between your thighs. If you could look, you knew you'd find one of those dangerous black shadows wrapped around your hip, dipping just below your belly, and the thought alone made you tighten. You knew he would never hurt you, but you'd also seen the pain and horror his powers could amass.

His name became a jumbled prayer on your lips as you shuddered under him. Every thrust of his cock, every brush of that life-stealing tendril, it coalesced into a mighty and fierce wave that stole your breath.

Tears smeared messily between your face and the pillow as your pleasure erupted with finality. You couldn't help but release a sob of utter devastation at the bliss wrecking your nerves, core clenching painfully tight around him as if trying to keep him in and never let him go.

"Oh fuck- that's it, pet," he snarled brokenly, "Like a fucking vice- agh!"

The sensation of his cock throbbing and emptying hot into your cunt sent you over another little wave, tearing a distraught moan from deep in your chest.

It was overwhelming in the best of ways.

As if knowing your turmoil, Dark released all holds on your body and gently brought you both onto your sides- oh so similar to the way you had started.

Despite panting for breath like you'd just run a marathon, you couldn't help the goofy smile that curved up your lips.

"If there weren't so much to be done, I'd cancel it all just to lay here and see that beautiful expression on your face, darling. You are absolute perfection," he murmured, planting a great kiss on your cheek, "But alas, I have some… unfortunates to lead."