#teeny toys save me

[askata]

hrrgggh teeny toys exploration

[ilovenatasharomanoff2-0]

Okay so I’m new to the blog and I saw requests were open! So kind, dom Nat or Wanda with fem sub R who is very submissive good girl golden retriever vibes, but Nat/Wanda is sadistic so she finds the smallest reasons to punish R and R just goes along with it? Maybe slight mistress kink? 👀

Baby, my love

warnings: a teeny bit of degradation, fingering, praise, riding, ass groping? I don't know. strap on

word count: 2.7k

pairings: Natasha Romanoff x fem reader (Minors and men dni!!)

A/n: Bro, this is so cheeks because I have had such a long break, bru. I'm so rusty. Please save me. (I started getting lazy at the end cause I got bored and tired sowwy.)

"So cute," Natasha gazes at you with admiration as you peruse the restaurant menu. Your undivided attention is fixed on the pricey delicacies listed before you when, suddenly, her hushed compliment causes you to snap out of your menu-induced trance and meet her gaze.

"What?" You ask Natasha, only now coming out of your trance and paying full attention to your girlfriend.

"I said you're so cute, baby, So focused," she tells you. As you sit across from her in the dimly lit booth, she leans forward and reaches a hand across the table. Her fingers wrap around the salt crusher, which she begins to toy with absentmindedly. Despite her focus on you, you can't help but notice the veins that protrude from her weathered hands absentmindedly. Despite her focus on you, you can't help but notice the veins that protrude from her weathered hands.

As you catch a glimpse of Natasha, your cheeks instantly flush red, and you feel the heat rising on your face. Despite being together for over three years, she still has the power to make your heart skip a beat and leave you feeling butterflies. Your lips curl up into a grin, and you can't help but feel giddy as you realize how much you still adore her.

"I - thank you," you stutter out to her. A low chuckle escapes her lips as she gazes around the restaurant. She seems to be looking for someone specific, perhaps the waitress. And just as if on cue, the waitress approaches your table seconds later, timing it perfectly with her search.

"Are you feeling nervous for me already, my love? It's funny how you worry so much even though I haven't done anything yet," she says with a gentle sigh, a hint of amusement playing at the corners of her mouth. She looks up at you with a small smile, her eyes sparkling with affection and gratitude for your concern.

"I have nothing to worry about. You just—" but were interrupted by the waitress's appearance. She appeared from around the restaurant's corner, clad in a crisp uniform and carrying a notepad and pen. The steamy conversation was put on hold as she approached your table to finally take your orders.

As the waitress completes taking down Natasha's order, she turns her attention towards you. A warm smile graces her face, and you can't help but feel a sense of comfort in her presence. You reciprocate with a small smile, not wanting to appear impolite, as you place your dinner order. The soft murmur of other diners and the aroma of delicious food fill the air, making for a cozy ambiance.

"Perfect! I'll be back in a couple minutes to bring your food out!"The waitress says before walking away to assist other tables.

As you sat there, the soothing sound of low jazz filled your ears, enveloping you in a sense of calm and tranquility. For a few blissful moments, you were lost in the music, feeling your worries slip away. However, your reverie was abruptly interrupted by Natasha, who shattered the peaceful atmosphere with her sudden words.

"So, do you like her now?"

"W-what are you talking about nat? Do I like who?"

"Oh, please. Don't act like you don't know. The waitress."

"Natasha, I'm seriously not in the mood for this bullshit right now." You tell her; an exaggerated groan leaves your mouth as you put your face in your hands.

" Watch your fucking mouth y/n. You were all on her right? Smiling at each other like I wasn't here?"

The air grew still between you and Natasha, punctuated only by the sound of your own breath as you lifted your head to meet her gaze. The weight of the moment hung heavy in the air, pregnant with unspoken thoughts and emotions.

"But, she could never fuck you like I do, huh?"

You feel a sudden stillness in the air like time has slowed. Your cheeks start to flush with embarrassment once again. It takes a moment to fully comprehend Natasha's words. You can't help but wonder how she could be so uninhibited and unconcerned about expressing herself in such a public setting.

"Answer me, y/n."

"No, Natasha." As you begin to respond to her, you feel a slight discomfort between your legs. You shift your weight, crossing your legs to alleviate the buildup of heat and tension. Your words come out slowly as you try to maintain your composure.

"Good fucking girl," As you sit there, she leans in and whispers into your ear, her smirk growing wider with each passing moment. You can feel the warmth of her breath against your skin, and her words have a powerful effect on you, making your heart race and your mind spin. Despite your best efforts to remain composed, you can't help but feel a little bit helpless in her presence.

The rest of dinner was a torcher for you, and Natasha slowly lured you into her trap. It was too easy for her to have you melt in her hands. The night was filled with low teasing words that spilled from Natahsa's mouth, her shoe running up and down your leg. Only provoking the wetness between your legs.

As soon as the check arrived, Natahsa swiftly took out her wallet and paid without any delay. She made sure to leave a generous tip, expressing her gratitude for the excellent service. Without wasting any time, she grabbed your hand and hurriedly rushed back to the car, eager to have time with you.

During the seemingly long ride back to your New York apartment, you felt her veiny hand placed on your thigh, exerting a firm and steady pressure as she squeezed it. The touch of her hand sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn't help but wonder what was going through her mind at that moment.

"'M sorry, Nat. I won't do it again," you tell her softly, just loud enough to be heard over the music playing in the car.

"You can try that cute apology again at home when I'm fucking your brains out, sweetheart."

Butterflies erupt from your stomach once more; you don't know how Natasha can be so collected when saying all these vulgar things to you.

You, on the other hand, had your legs squeezed together to get some sort of friction. Natasha's hand was inching closer and closer to your core making you more needy for her than you already were.

Natasha pulls the car into her designated parking spot with a sense of urgency, as if she can't wait to get inside. Without a moment's hesitation, she takes hold of your arm and guides you out of the vehicle and into the building. Her hand swiftly finds the key to the shared apartment, which she deftly inserts into the lock and turns with a satisfying click. Within seconds, the door swings open, revealing the cozy interior of your home.

Without any delay, she swiftly makes her way to your bedroom, determined to get you there as quickly and as safely as possible. Once there, she handles you with the utmost care and delicacy, making sure not to cause any further discomfort or harm as she gently eases you onto the bed.

Natasha makes her way onto the bed, looking at you with her full attention. Her hands clasp around your face, slowly bringing you into a kiss.

After a few seconds, she pulls away, her hungry eyes staring into yours. Her hands carefully and quickly come down to the zipper of your silk dress, slowly zipping down, until you were left wearing your bra and panties.

"So fucking gorgeous pretty girl. Can't even blame that waiter for wanting you."

All you can do is look up at her and whine, needing to feel her on you. In you.

Her lips travel swiftly down to your neck, leaving a trail of wet and passionate kisses that send shivers down your spine.

Small moans leave your mouth when you feel Natasha's hand slowly make its way down to your pussy, her two fingers brushing over your panties. Her mouth leaves your neck slowly. Natasha kneels down to admire your exquisite beauty. She gazes at you with wonder and amazement, taking in every detail of your stunning appearance. Her eyes scan every curve and contour of your being as she marvels at your magnificence.

"Baby, make sure to enjoy this moment because this is the most gentle I'll be tonight," she whispers softly into your ear. Her breath against your skin sends shivers down your spine as you feel her warm embrace.

Natasha doesn't waste time taking off your bra, leaving it on your chest. Her fingers move back down to your panties, this time moving them to the side to admire your wetness.

"Holy shit, you're this fuckin' wet, and I haven't even done anything." She laughs to herself as she looks at your desperate face, begging her to fuck you without having to say anything.

"P-please Nat," you moan out with desperation. you plead with Nat in a small and helpless voice.

"Please, what princess? What do you want me to do to this fucking cunt?"

Your face slowly lights up from Natasha's words. "Just want you inside." You whisper out to her.

"What was that y/n? I don't think I heard you." Oh, Natasha heard you.

"I-fuck. I just want you inside my pussy Natasha!" You finally yell at her, your head leaning against the pillow so you won't have to look at her.

"Yes, ma'am," She tells you and pulls down your panties, tossing them to them behind her. Two of her fingers direct themselves back to your pussy, slowly gliding over your slit. She groans when she feels your wetness on her slim fingers. She lifts her hand up from your pussy to show you your wetness.

"Look at me, baby, look at how fucking wet you are."

You look up at her again, her eyes fixated on her fingers. She slowly spreads them apart, your slick moving with her fingers. She carefully places her two fingers into her mouth and moans at your taste, her eyes now locked in on you.

Her fingers lead back to your pussy for the 3rd time; this time, she pushes her two wet fingers into your cunt. A loud moan ejects from your mouth.

"Oh baby, you're already clenchin' around my fingers, and I haven't even moved them yet.

It was almost like you forgot to talk at that moment. The one thing you had been craving was finally here. The only way you could express your pleasure was to moan into her.

You were a mess, to say the least. Your eyes are drowsy as Natasha speeds her long fingers into your pussy, slick running down your soft thighs. Your hips bucked back and forth to meet the fast thrust of Natasha's fingers.

Natasha's thumb makes contact with your clit, rolling the bud in a circular motion. Shattered breaths and whimpers escape from your mouth, the room filling with the sound of your wetness. Her fingers curl slightly into your cunt, and a low plea finds its way out of you.

"I can feel you squeezing around me, my love. Are you close already? You poor thing, do I make you feel good?" she asks.

"Mm-ph, yes!" You manage to squeal. Natasha pulls her now, sopping wet fingers out of your cunt right as you are on the edge. You knew it was too good to be true. The way she gave into you so easily.

"Think you deserve to cum that fucking easy, my good girl?"

You were too fucked out to reply to Natasha, only moaning and lifting your hips up to her leg, which she quickly moves away, leaving you no source of pleasure.

"Answer my question, baby. Do you think a little disobedient slut like you deserves to cum?"

"N-no."

"That's a Good answer, my love. I have two options: I can leave you needy all night and not touch you, or you can work for it. Which one?

"Two." You groan out, your high thoroughly washed over now, bringing you back to reality. Natasha just smiles at you and walks away for a few minutes. Coming back in only her sports bra and a pair of Calvin Klein boxers that had that seemingly noticeable bulge.

Natasha gets on the bed again, lying down and signaling her eyes at you to straddle her.

"Natasha, what are you actually doing?" You question her as you move your body on hers.

"Gotta work for what you want. And...you do want to cum tonight, don't you?"

You tilted your head slightly and moved it slowly, in deliberate motion, indicating your agreement or understanding.

"Then you can ride my fucking cock and cum that way, okay?"

"You're not going to help?" you ask her. You were never able to get off without Natasha's help. It was almost impossible, ever since the first time you both had the most intimate sex ever, she had a chokehold on you.

"Why do you need my help? You can go and flirt with other people, so I suspect you can do this, can't you?

You give a subtle nod, feeling a hint of skepticism creeping up. It's hard to believe that what you've just heard is true. Nonetheless, you try to keep an open mind and remain composed.

"The more you wait, the further away you are from coming."

You don't waste a second longer. You plam the outside of Natasha's gray boxers. She lets out a little sigh and grasps your ass. After feeling her through her boxers, you slowly pull them down, her large strap springing up and hitting her stomach. She looks you up and down smugly, her abs clenching at the thought of you.

You slowly spit on her cock, sliding your hand up and down her base as she just watches. You finally start to sit down, her cock, your face already contouring with pleasure. Natasha throws her hands behind her head, loving the view of your hands on her stomach as you sink down on her cock.

You need no time to start riding her like your life depended on it. Whispers of her name leave your mouth as you feel how she stuffs you.

"Keep on riding me just like that, love."

You move your hips back and forth, trying to get an immense amount of pleasure out of riding her. Your high wasn't building, only the frustration that came with it. You speed up your hips. Nothing. You try bouncing up and down on her cock. Nothing. She can tell that you are struggling; it's evident in your face and the rhythm of your slurred movements.

Natasha loves seeing you like this. She knows she's why you have difficulty coming undone without her help. She knows that no other lousy girl can fuck you the way she does. You were hers.

"Natasha, please. I'm sorry for what I did. I promise it's not going to happen again." You whine out to her, and your eyes start to water.

"Fine, but only because you asked so nicely."

Nat positions her legs in a bent way where your back can lean against them. Her hips quickly get to work. Fucking themselves into you at a rapid pace. The room was filled with moans from both of your mouths and the sound of skin slapping against one another.

"Look so fucking pretty like this. Can't even fuck yourself without my help. Pathetic."

You only moan at her words that bring you closer to the edge, her hips moving at a slower pace but fucking yours harder. Her hands gripped your ass tightly as she fucked you, not giving two fucks if the neighbors heard you. She wanted them to know that you were hers.

Your eyes are closed; your focus is on how good Natasha fucks your efforts.

"This pussy is so tight, shit." She moans out to you.

"So close, Nat, please don't stop."

And she doesn't. She works her hips like a god, her eyes fixated on how your greedy pussy swallows her cock. She's mesmerized by it all.

"Go ahead, baby, cum all over this cock." You need no other confirmation. Your eyes squeeze shut even harder, and your grip on her hips becomes stronger as high-pitched moans leave your mouth. You body slumps down on Natasha's as you catch your breath, she admires you from above.

"you did so well for me, y/n. But I don't know if I'm down with you yet, sweetheart.

[thylacines-toybox]

A strange find from the local recycle shop, an oddly seal-like plane with a dog pilot who can sit inside! Made by Clifford B McGuire, who upon searching seem to make a lot of pilot/aviator animals.

Process of cleaning them up below...

The sealplane caught my eye in the big toy bin first! A friend looked it up and discovered it’s meant to come with a pilot, who I found hiding way at the bottom of the bin. They made me laugh so I had to save them, either for me or for somebody.

The sealplane had a couple of stains on its wings and body, while the pilot had a very stained shirt and torn tie, and was just a bit scruffy looking. Apparently the sealplane is supposed to have a couple of engines under the wings too, oh well! Guess it just glides now.

First I unpicked all of pilot dog's clothes to clean and fix separately! The different materials would need cleaning different ways, especially felt which doesn’t wash well.

To help the hat hold its circular shape better, I turned it inside out and trimmed down the edge of the seam on the inside, then added a circle of foam to help keep it flat.

I decided not to wash this part, I just trimmed off the bobbly and tufty areas on the surface of the felt to neaten it up.

Dog had a hole in his neck so I stitched that up too. Actually I stitched all the way around his neck just for some extra strength.

Wash time! Using some warm water and a little dish soap, I gently scrubbed the sealplane's yellow spots without soaking it entirely, then brushed clear water through to rinse. I avoided scrubbing the felt pieces.

Dog actually wasn't too dirty under the clothes! I just gave him a little bit of cleaning, mainly on the light areas.

Since the shirt looked like normal shirt material, I tried soaking it in normal shirt stain remover! It worked really well! (Also it looked cool in the cup because a rainbow was shining through it while it fizzed!)

All the parts hung on the line to dry. Flying! Dog pilot must have pressed the eject button.

Once dried, I stitched the clothes back on to the pilot. I used the remaining piece of his tie as a template to cut out two new pieces of black felt which tie together.

Sealplane’s printed lettering was lifting up in a few spots, so I used a teeny tiny dot of superglue on the end of a pin to just dab under the letters and pressed them back down with my nail. I trimmed stray tufts off the felt around them too.

It would have been nice to touch up the flaked paint on the plane’s zipper too, but I don’t really have the right stuff for that, so I’m calling them done!

[trendywaifus]

I’ll do you one better and plant the little teeny seed of Anby walking in (unintentionally…or was it) on Nicole straight up in a session with the reader…her thighs pressing hard down on there hehe

mmm, i think it’d be funny to have billy walk instead😭 cw: gn! reader, suggestive themes

“ you’ve been on that computer damn near all morning, (name). “ your girlfriend grumbles, strutting into your shared room with her, arms crossed over her chest. you say nothing for a few moments, typing and typing away on the keyboard. you didn’t even turn around to acknowledge her presence. her brow twitch with annoyance. matter-a fact, you barely said anything or interacted with anyone this morning! all you did was wake her up with a good morning kiss and mutter to her that you’ve made breakfast for everyone and hopped straight onto the computer. you didn’t even show up for breakfast despite telling her you were going to!

“ (name). “

click, clack, clack, clack, click. were you ignoring her?

nicole let’s out an irritated grunt before growling your name through gritted teeth.

“ (name)! “

instantly, you perk up, finally rotating your chair around to look at her. your eyes skim over her annoyed body language and raised a puzzled brow at her. “ yes, baby? did you and the others eat breakfast yet? “

agitated by your lack of awareness, nicole huffs irritably, holding back the urge to come over and smack the living daylights out of you. “ don’t baby me! i was trying to talk to you for the past minute! you were suppose to come eat with us but you didn’t show up! what were you doing on that computer anyways? “

guilt flashes across your face before you cast her an apologetic smile. “ i didn’t mean to ignore you. i figured skipping out on breakfast would help us save food for this week. i was actually trying to create a budget and manage our savings for this month, c’mere. “ you beckon her with a finger and she walks over to you with curious eyes to take a closer look. nicole’s quiet as she inspects the little project you were making.

“ i was also trying to fix up our website’s layout to look more professional so—“

“ you dummy, “ nicole mutters softly, lightly smacking the back of your neck before stroking it tenderly. “ i can do all of this. you don’t have to do this—that, managing our money, our website, and purposely skip out on breakfast for us to—“

“ but i wanted to. “ you gingerly pull nicole into her lap, holding onto to her hips. “ don’t worry, it’s just a meal. you handle everything so i wanted to lessen the load off your shoulders. plus, you’re pretty bad with handling money—“

“ i am not. “ she denies sheepishly, loosely wrapping her arms around your neck, cheeks turning a subtle red. you lean into her with a teasing smile, your chest pressing up against hers.

“ are so. mostly because my boss is such a kind person. “ you lean in closer and closer until your nose gently grazes nicole’s and her soft breath mingling with yours.

“ wh-what do you know about your boss? “ she questions softly, you circle nonexistent shapes into her hipbones.

“ enough. buying those orphan kids toys, paying me and the others more than what’ll you have for yourself, dare i say more? “

a noise similar to a grunt leaves her. instead of stammering and arguing back, she grumpily pouts. “ i’m sick and tired of you thinking you know me.” her tone sounds anything but annoyed.

you giggle, playfully puckering your lips at her. “ i’m sorry, kiss? “

“ ugh, you’re such a mess. don’t ask me for a kiss and do that. “ nicole murmurs, lowered hazel hues peering into yours. you chuckle and take it upon yourself to kiss her lips. the taste of her cherry lip balm makes you hum with delight. nicole kisses back, firm and languid. your palms feel up her curvy sides and she holds your jaw in place with one hand while the other is hanging off your shoulder.

“ from now on, i’ll handle the budget and the money you give to me is shared between us. but, that doesn’t mean to go spend it all so carelessly.“ you mutter between soft kisses, nibbling on her plump bottom lip. she gives your jaw a light squeeze as acknowledgment, mismatch colored-nails gently digging into the flesh.

“ fine, i’ll agree to that. “ she’s more focused on your careful hands touching her body like an expensive vase. you’re treating her as if she’s worth over 3,000,000 dennies. don’t even get her started on your one million denny kisses. she exerts her weight down on your lap, earning a muffled groan from you.

“ what are you doing? “ you ask breathlessly, moving your head to the side to moan when nicole does it again.

“ awarding you for being my most loyal employee~”she purrs confidently in your ear, kissing the shell of your ear before descending. she plants sweet, open-mouth kisses down the column of your neck. your hands grasp for the fleshy part of her thighs to withstand her assault. “ nic—colee. .” you drawl and nicole finds herself grinding her ass down, wanting more of her name to drag deliciously off of your tongue.

“ blame yourself for riling me up like this and it’s barely noon. it’s only fair i get to do this. “ nicole tuts, sliding her tongue over a sensitive spot on your neck that she knows you’re weak too. her hand drags down your chest and stomach with the intention of slipping under your shirt to feel the warmth of your bare skin. before she can go further, the door creaks open and billy peeks his head out. you and nicole immediately freeze up. “ boss? (name)? where are you? we have to get ready—oh good heavens! “ billy apologizes frantically for his intrusion once he discovers the situation you and nicole are in. fuming with frustration, nicole angrily snatch the wireless mouse from the desk and hurls it at billy’s head and he quickly slams the door shut just in time for the mouse to end up crashing into the wall, destroying it. she’s just about ready to jump up from your lap and chase after him but you hold her back.

“ BILLY, HOW ABOUT YOU KNOCK ON THE DOOR FIRST BEFORE YOU BARGE INTO MY ROOM, YOU’RE SO GOING TO GET IT, YOU BIG DUMMY!”

“ N-NICOLE, MY MOUSE! “

[slippinninque]

⭐The Power of Patience ⭐

Shigeru Kimura x blackfemreader

In which you accidentally find the use in patience

Warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+, softdom!Shigeru, overstimulation, edging/teasing, frottage, mentions of toys, cursing, long fic, before-work-drop

He was on you as soon as you slipped in the door. Pressing up against you and claiming your lips heatedly. The tiredness that enveloped you fell away like an ugly cloak as you wrapped your arms around his waist, melting into his solidness.

"I thought of our talk." He whispered into your ear as his hands wandered along your body, "I have something to say. Would you come to my study to listen?"

After the world's quickest shower, you laid yourself down across Shigeru's desk and he followed after you. The kiss was deep, burning away the memory of your previous stalemate.

Shigeru stretched over you and took your searching hands above your head. You shivered at the smell of him, the feel of him settled between your thighs, his rope winding around your wrists...

"Huh?"

Shigeru calmly straightened and kept only a light touch to your thighs now as you blinked at him. Gone was the flirty smile and it was replaced with a heavy stare.

You suddenly recalled Matsumoto's words from earlier.

"Don't let him fool ya with that 'pure honor' bullshit! Kid--he could sell a rabbit running shoes."

"Shi-Shigeru-san, is this about the...thing?" You winced and backpaddled, "Also, I may have done something..."

Shigeru gave you a smile this time but not one you liked to receive. You groaned as your head thunked back onto his desk. Did you really perfume your thighs for this?

Shigeru went and rolled his fancy office chair so he was seated at his desk and between your legs, "This is about a lot of things, my dear. Do enlighten me on which you are referring to."

You stared up at the ceiling. This situation was quickly becoming too much in so many, non-sexy ways. Maybe you could save this if you ripped the band-aid off.

"I may have rendezvoused for a gig. Y'know, didn't go through the proper channels."

Shigeru was going through his drawers as you spoke but you saw him twitch and he finally grabbed what he was looking for.

"You traded favors with Matsumoto. For passports."

Double fuck, "I needed them quick for a friend. You were busy and Matsumoto knew a guy that could do same day!"

"You accepted such terms from him so easily for something that I could have done freely for you had you waited."

"It wasn't even bad!"

Shigeru's fist thumped heavily on the desk space next to you,

"He used you as bait in a filthy bar that you are prohibited from entering without me! It is not neutral ground and you have enemies."

You rolled your eyes and your foot began to swing in annoyance. Was this going to be another lesson about how much you should cherish yourself and all that?

Ever since you both entered this relationship, Shigeru has been nothing but doting. Careful. Gentle. Mindful. Nice.

Which should have been good and more than enough. It was different and it was your honorable Shigeru-san but...you needed more.

You tried to tell him that he didn't need to be so sweet to you. That you would like for him take and claim, show you how easily he could tear you up and down.

The more bruises, the better! You said it with a grin, expecting the smile that past partners wore when they heard they could do anything to you. Shigeru protested with such force that it may have made you a teeny bit defensive.

The talk ended up being more of a disagreement as you both had very different ideas of what it mean to be 'mean'.

You walked away felt coddled, muddled by the conflicting feelings of wanting to know how to be what he wanted but being stuck with how you were.

It was easy enough to find trouble with one of his lieutenants when you needed a little favor to get a friend to safety. Matsumoto had a big mouth but damn you didn't expect to be found out so soon.

The upset boiling in your stomach turned you bitter, "If you think that's the worst thing I did for a job--

"That is no excuse to let him touch you!"

His tone picked your head up. Meeting Shigeru's glare stalled your brain as arousal rejoined the race. Which was he more angry about--Matsumoto helping you or showing a bit of skin for a favor?

With the look on his face, shit, it probably didn't matter either way.

"He barely touched me, Shigeru-san! Honestly, I only had to play along to get us in and we went our separate ways! It's not like I suc-su-suh somehow did something bad!"

It was too late and your mouth had Shigeru seething. Your mind pinwheeled as you wondered just what he had in store for you.

Shamefully it did nothing but dampen your panties more as you held out hope he finally gave you what you wanted.

"Shigeru-san?" You tried to honey your tone, "I apologize for my behavior--

"I know Matsumoto. It was not only business for him.," Shigeru murmured without hearing you, "I know him just was well as I know you.

His hands were back on you as he rubbed your knee thoughtfully. The action shouldn't have had you squirming the way it did but it's been so long.

"You ask to be hit and choked." Shigeru said lowly, "I believe you are hiding. Dulling your pleasure with pain. Putting yourself in precarious situations for the thrill to match the pace of your mind..."

Shigeru leaned over you so you could feel his sigh span across your mouth.

"I will not hit you," He said to the fall of your stomach, "but I can give you what you need."

You tried to look away. He stood from the chair to lean over you, taking a firm hold of your chin to turn you back to face him. You gasped on a laugh at how easy you were for him.

"I can't Shigeru-san, I can't get there without a little bite or something...It's just how I take it."

The desk creaked beneath your grip, the noise catching his attention. When his eyes met yours next, they were steady but dark.

"You've trained to take a blade. You will learn to accept my pleasure."

"It's hard to-to focus on it. I can't stop thinking of more and wanting more and how to get more. Then I start thinking of more and more."

"Ah, you only need to take your time. Pain is the easy way out, at times. Patience is more powerful than you give it credit for."

You snorted, "Patience looks better on you than me."

Shigeru tilted his head as he considered your words. His hand stroked your cheek as he turned his gaze softer.

"I care deeply for you. Far beyond the limits of your body. It matters to me how you treat it. Let me show you how it can be good for both of us, hm?"

Shigeru pressed hot kisses along your neck and jaw as he spoke. You promised and promised again that you'd give your all. He reached somewhere behind you and your hands slackened from the loosening rope.

You pouted, "Wait--you said--

"This was to make you listen," The rope went sailing across the room, "I won't need that now that we've talked. The desk will be the only discomfort I'll allow."

You huffed briefly stuck your tongue out at him, "I'll be so good for you, you'll get bored."

"My, my what a look in your eye--you really mean it.

And you did. Shigeru thought he could tame the beast of your fucked up nerves but you knew better. Nothing could fix it. He couldn't put any pieces back together if more than half of them were gone.

You would let your Shigeru try and you would let him see on his own. That all you needed was his teeth, his marks, his hurt.

The sooner he was on board with it, the sooner the real fun could start...

The sound of something being set onto the desk had you perking up and immediately blinking at your lover.

His answer was to pointedly slid on the mini-vibrator onto his finger. The next noise you made carried concern at the intense sound of the buzzing as Shigeru tested it's settings.

"S-Say, what--who told you what that was?" Your curiosity flared as strongly as your lust as you watched Shigeru master the settings of the vibrator.

"No one told me what it was! I know where to get what I need."

You shivered at his tone and couldn't help ribbing, "Should I be jealous that you bought such a thing with out me?"

"You often think me too good of a man if you believe this is all that I picked up, my dear." Shigeru's tone was teasing as his hands settled on the sleeping shorts you hurriedly threw on. He exhaled and rubbed your thighs.

"Do you know what you do to me? How long I poured over those options to have you calling for me?"

Your hips lifted on their own accord at the sound of him. Shigeru tugged and the cool surface of the desk met our cheeks. He absently folded your shoulders and tossed them beside you, eyes locked with yours.

Trembling with anticipation at the sight of him rolling up his sleeves, you had to keep your happy noise choked down when he reached to pull his hair back from his face.

He made a rough noise in the back of his throat, seemingly not all-there again as his his stare went between your thighs. You wondered if you glistened from the rollercoaster of arousal you've been on.

"I'll stare. You've been coming to bed late and waking up early--you've been keeping us apart.

"It's been a long time," You said coyly, "Don't stare like that."

You stifled a giggle at the dramatics. He tilted his head and regarded you with a smirk filled with promise.

"With the honor of your trust, allow me to me make it hurt for you."

You grinned and blew him a kiss, "Hurt me good, Shigeru-san, and I might give you a gold star after..."

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Shigeru Kimura was the sun you'd follow to the edge of the universe.

An edge he brought you to and shoved you back from time and time again. Your sensitive, attentive lover was tearing you apart with pleasure all without even touching his zipper.

Shigeru gave you the vibrator again and only when you cry did he use his fingers.

Then he made you scream in two of the three languages you knew, curling and pumping inside of you as he ran the vibrator dead agaisnt your clit.

Now, Shigeru used his mouth to make you beg.

Every time he built you up to an orgasm, each feeling more intense and euphoric than the last, he'd back away. Stopped, slowed, retreat.

It wasn't long before not coming felt like coming--your nerves felt like they were at their limit of how much euphoria they could process. A heady ocean that threatened to either push you over the edge or promised to pull you back under when you got too close.

You could feel every part of you shaking, you could feel the hot streaks of Shigeru's busy hands across you. His soft touch made you shifty in the beginning until he ran you down with praise and filth.

"The ropes did look rather nice, perhaps a different colored silk..."

"Ahh, you're really twitching now. Are you feeling close? Give me a kiss, I'll let you get closer."

"That's the way, beautiful. Keep showing me how good it feels..."

His hands became rougher then. Kneading became squeezing, pulls ending in snappy little pinches. His teeth used as much as his tongue.

Audaciously, you wanted more. You wanted to burn down to nothing but ash in Shigeru's hands and you believed he could feel it. Then again, you couldn't hold much in your head as Shigeru wrung you down with nothing with his insistent need to make you feel the good kind of good.

All that single minded focus set on dismantling you.

You promised him so many things in your delirium, straining to keep your thoughts between your ears and saying anything to keep Shigeru between your legs long enough to make you come.

You sat up on your elbows and the slight shift made the sensation all the better. You sobbed for release, feeling like start fire was rushing through you. You whimpered for a break Shigeru tsk, rubbing your shaking thigh.

"Can I ?Just once, just once, pleas--Shigeru-samaaa..."

He lifted from between your legs with a pat to the hardwood beside you, satisfied as if he had the last sip of his favorite sake. His head tilted as he peered at you through the strands of hair that escaped his hair tie.

" 'Shigeru-sama' ?" He echoed, a smile paired with the roughness of his voice, "I rather like what giving you what you want does to you. You're in a promising mood, chisana keki?"

You whimpered as you wracked your brain, eyes trained on his reddened lips. His beard and chin was still wet from you and some of the strands sparkled prettily.

"I'll-I'll check in more! With you, with-with whoever! Not Matsumoto!"

Shigeru chuckled and stood. His thumb fell back down to your clit, press-rubbing as you mouth dropped open in a wispy moan. It was almost enough to push you over, just a shadow more...

"I'll call for back up if I need it! I'll--oooh, scout b-before going in, oh my g--whatever you want! I'm aching..."

You watched as his free hand unhurriedly undid his zipper to pull out his dick. You whimpered and curled your legs around him as he stepped closer.

Shigeru nuzzled the head of his dick between your petals, kissing under your clit as he stroked himself.

"You've done so well for me, my dear. Look at how good you took what I gave you, being nice and still...."

Your eyes nearly crossed. The sight of Shigeru working himself at the wrecked sight of you was sublime. You felt the velvety poke of his head and the just-right roughness of his working hand against your pussy.

You felt, really felt, it. You've never been built up so high, wound so tightly that all you could feel was ''yes, yes, yes, please yes' .

You heard your near constantly moaning with Shigeru's groaning lines beneath. Amazingly, you had no room in your mind to ask for more.

You wanted to apologize to patience and pledge your devotion to it, you reached for Shigeru to confess but he caught your hand.

He placed it to his abdomen and you bit your lip at the feel of his heated skin, his tensing muscles as he used you to rub off.

He...he was just as affected as you. Heat crawled up the back of your neck as you took in how debauched Shigeru was. Gone was his neat lines and graceful movements, he hadn't even bothered pulling down his pants. His dark eyes darted to where you touched and l the dampness of your cheeks.

You cried out what could have been his name as you finally fell over the cliff. White blotted your vision as your eyes rolled closed, orgasm tearing through you in lines of light and sensations that left you crying and gasping.

The last thing you remember is the sound of Shigeru's laugh-lined moan as he came, thinking distantly,

Holy shit, he was right about patience...

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✨ending notes✨: PHEW!! This one was a long time coming, thank you all for being so patient! This was fun to write, especially trying to figure out just what our Shigeru would do! I may have to try again soon lol🫣

Tell me what you think with a reblog and comment, tysm for reading!!✨💜💕

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[nerdyagere]

HIIII!!!

Big fan of you :D

I saw your little!!Law post and I was curious, I know you sai that he dosent play that much and that he sleeps but hear me out

Imagine he has toys of germa 66 :OOOOO

Yeah thats all my contribution sorry im sleepy xddd

And also sorry for bad english and also unsure if its revelant because im literally on marineford xdd but i know almost everything based on drawings and fanfics xddd

---- Sad_Little_Potato

Hello hello! I always love seeing you around :]

Can't believe I forgot he was a huge Germa 66 nerd oh my god your right, see I think Law in generally has a little stash of collectibles and then another stash that regressed him can play with because as a collector? There's definitely things I do not want kids or teeny me touching LOL

To me he's usually a sleep boy but yes! He'd play with Germa 66 toys! Which is where Penguin and Shachi thrive I think they're the best at making up fun little scenarios with the action figures

Penguin likes to play the villain and Shachu loves being the damsel in distress, they're both amazing at their roles

"Oh no! I've been captured by *gasps*, the Stealth Black?! I didn't even see him coming! Someone save me!"

"Well of course you didn't, my specially designed raid suit assists me in my stealth missions! No one can stop me now, not unless-"

(Both in unison) "Sora, Warrior of The Sea?!"

All while Law is cackling, when Sora appears they all start singing the theme song while Sora "beats up the enemy" (its Law knocking the figures into each other LOL)

Or sometimes Law plays the villains because you know, it's Law, he totally would. Plus he knows more about them and their abilities anyway (big nerd, sometimes he'll get on Penguin for not knowing enough about the villains he plays, who in turn dramatically apologizes)

Usually this means Shachi and Penguin are playing heroes to team up again Law, who knows so much that half the time they're struggling to find a way to overcome his knowledge LOL

He's a little nerd who's pretty shy about it normally but when he's regressed and he's got these two around? Well he can't help himself but let all the nerdiness out, they're asking for it anyway!

Thank you for the ask! And don't worry about your English, I can understand you just fine, or about your place in One Piece, just send in stuff about whatever :]

[cookieswithay]

🤖"Reign of Donnie 0!"💜

🔨Donnie x female reader!🧪

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Not really any warnings. A teeny bit of suggestion, since everyone's older. This is just my own special future au. New York's evolved and a little more mystic. Happy reading.

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• "Uh, dearest. I don't think this is a very good idea."

• You mumbled as you stared at the mechanical clone in front of you. Donnie rubbed your shoulders in reassurance.

• "Nonsense, Wifey! This is perfection."

• He strode over to his creation.

• "Meet, Donnie 0! Your home AI for when I'm not around."

• That's right. Your genius of a fiancee has created a robot clone of himself. Due to the brothers saving people worldwide now, he can't always be with you. So, he made you something that could protect you and make sure you aren't lonely. But, you weren't really taking to 'im.

• "Has it-"

• "He, Y/N. Use my pronouns."

• You rolled your eyes.

• "Has HE been tested already."

• He revealed the bot's "tested on brothers" seal.

• "Will he be robotic and scary, like movies?"

• "He's supposed to be me so... of course not."

• "You sure?"

• Donatello sighed. Convincing you is taking a lot longer than anticipated. Maybe he should try a different approach.

• "How about this?"

• He looked towards the door.

• "I leave you two alone and you see how you feel."

• That was indeed the wrong approach. You hopped on his arm, nearly pulling his lab coat off.

• "Don't leave me with this thing!"

• D sighed once again. Your stubbornness was your best yet worse quality. Time to initiate plan B. Bribery.

• "Hey, Y/N~"

• You looked up.

• "If you check him out, we can go to that one place you like so much."

• "...The toy coffin in the hidden city?"

• He nodded.

• "That's the one."

• After a moment of silence, you got down from his bicep. Begrudgingly, you approached his invention. You looked down at it's hand. 'Hold for 3 seconds' a button said. You took a breath and did as instructed.

• A little techno jingle played and slowly the clones eyes opened. Glowing purple pupils fell on you. You looked back at your Donnie, hoping for some guidance. But instead, he waved, pressing you to continue with his creation.

• "What is your name?"

• It said, startling you. (Huh, it's teeth glow for it's speech) You looked around and cleared your throat.

• "Y/N L/N. Although my last name will change to Hamato soon."

• It silently processed your words. In a instant, the robot's ENTIRE demeanor changed. It straightened out it's coat and fastened it's mask. After checking the time, updating and other stuff, the clone's attention was back on you.

• "Salutations, Y/N,"

• It took your hand.

• "I am Donnie 0, your home AI."

• You didn't know what to say. This robot was frickin SPOT-ON. The exaggerated vocabulary. The soft tone that was only reserved for you. AND, the natural swagger.

• "Isn't he magnificent!?"

• Donnie shouted, wrapping his arms up your neck. You nodded. (Although you're still admittingly a little skeptical.)

• "I put my ALL into him!"

• He slid next to his creation.

• "Note the chiseled features,"

• "The super strength,"

• "And my favorite part, the clean paint job."

• Just like any other time he showed off an invention, you clapped. That paint job is really good. He looked just like D is he was dipped in a tub of glitter. (Mikey probably did that) Your fiancee snickered and pointed, silently asking you to look at the robot.

• "Would you like to take me for a test run, Y/N?"

• Donnie 0 asked you. You squeaked and looked down at your feet. Um...(Why'd he ask you like that?) You shook your head quickly.

• "No thanks, I got work anyway so..."

• Your words faded when BOTH Donatello's grabbed your hands.

• "No you don't, you have the night shift today."

• "Let's spend some time together, shall we?"

• They both said in unison. Your cheeks burned. This is, um... Both of them smirked at each other. This is a terrific plan!

• An experimental week later...

• "Leo, be careful with that!"

• "What? Putting your little gizmos in the tank by portal saves a ton of time."

• You snickered. That's true. Working smarter and not harder is efficient. Unfortunately, D doesn't feel the same. He grumbled and tapped away on his wrist thing. (Tech gauntlet.)

• "If you want something done, you gotta do it yourself."

• His cargo grew some wheels and rolled in a straight line to the tank. (Although it's more of a deluxe trailer now. Don't let Donnie hear you say that though!) Do it himself, huh? You chuckled and tugged on his sleeve.

• "So how long is it gonna be this time?"

• He thought for a moment.

• "2 months if we're lucky, otherwise..."

• Probbles longer. You're a little sad, but it won't be too bad. Donnie's gonna facetime you everyday (even in battle) and you got an artificial intelligence version of him too. Although, not being kissed will eventually put a hole in your heart.

• "Looks like the tech is almost done."

• You mumbled. D looked over at you. He's doing that dreamy stare thing again. That's it, you're crying. You jumped on him, clinging to him like a sloth.

• "Oh Donnie, don't go!"

• Now it's his turn for the water works.

• "Do you think I wanna leave!? I hate this job!"

• The other brothers watched as the two of you hugged and blubbered incoherent stuff. Leo snorted, a laugh was waiting in his chest.

• "Is it me or do they do this everytime we have a worldwide mission?"

• "It's everytime!"

• Mikey shouted from the trunk. The "champion" shook his head. (Y'know with the tsk tsk tsk)

• "And to think, he threw a tantrum over me saying goodbye to my bed."

• Raph unintentionally drowned out his younger brother as he watched. Those were genuine tears.

• Can I find love like that?

• "Dude. Buddy. Raph."

• Leo's snapping in his face, but he's too busy thinking about married life. Meanwhile, Mikey's sneaking around trying to get in the hug.

• "Well, my darling Y/N,"

• Donnie said while wiping his eyes.

• "See you when I come home."

• "See when you get-hurgh!"

• You were crushed in another muscular embrace. This time with the other brothers. Mikey's leading it.

• "Bye, Y/N! I'll bring you another souvenir!"

• The youngest said. You also got a kiss on your cheek cause you were closest to him.

• "I'm gonna get a girlfriend this time Y/N."

• "So, please, I ask you to forget about me."

• Leo sighed dramatically. Both you AND Donnie kicked him at the same time. (Although, your kick wasn't nearly as hard as your fiancee's.)

• "And we'll be back before you can say Ko...Konachi..."

• "Hi in Japanese!"

• Raph shouted. (He brought the hug in the air) You chuckled.

• "Looking forward to it."

• Silence. And...everyone started crying. 2 months is a long time. After 30 minutes of telling one another how much you'll miss each other, they finally loaded in the tank. But, not before Donatello gave you a kiss that could make your heart stop from lack of oxygen. You watched silently as the most interesting in your life people drove away. But at least this time, you both get a new adventure. You tapped your new "watch".

• Activating Donnie 0.

• Living with your new man bot, was a little awkward at first, but you got in swing pretty fast. It was like the sleepovers you had with his live action. He would go shopping with you. Visit the hidden city with you. (Nowadays, it's more like the exposed city. Humans and Yokai exist in peace now.) And overall just spent your everyday life with you.

• It's nice. Kinda made you wonder if this is what your life would've been, if your Donnie wasn't a world wide secret ninja... Eh, no use crying over it now. When you're fiancee returns, he's staying for a year. But what will become of your ai then...

• Day 24 (one month nearly down)

• "Donnie 0, I'm home!"

• You called from the door. As usual, your bot hovered from your room. (He's not a walker, just like his creator.)

• "Greetings, Y/N,"

• He said, with a bow.

• "Did you have a good day at work, darling?"

• He asked as he pulled your coat off. You couldn't help but giggle like a minor. You loved that D added your pet names to 'im. Made him alot more lifelike.

• "It was okay, I finally turned in my report."

• The handsome robot hung up your jacket as you rambled on about your day. He also has your iced coffee and your dinner waiting in the fridge. And is FULL ON ready to give you a massage. Just say the word.

• "How was your day, Donnie 0?"

• His heart drive sparked. There you go again, wondering about he's doing.

• "It was fine. I just shined the house and charged all day."

• He replied, trying to sound chill. You chuckled and shook your head.

• "I keep telling you,"

• You looked over at him.

• "If you stay on the charger too long, you won't be able to run without it."

• (Little fact you learned from D when you guys were teens) Once again, his heart drive sparked. This time it lasted for a few minutes. You kicked off your shoes and stretched, completely unaware how your affecting this AI.

• "I'm gonna take a shower,"

• "Could you call April for me and see if she's home? I gotta tell her about the awful Lu jutsu adaptation."

• Donnie 0 nodded

• "Yes, ma'am, consider it done."

• He replied smoothly. You smiled and disappeared into your room. And...your door is closed. The robot swooned. You're so perfect. Beautiful, smart, and funny! And with just a touch of flaws. That checks all his all his boxes! But, alas, you're in love with his creator. The one who gave him life and the opportunity to even meet you. Mecha Donnie sighed and grabbed your phone. Maybe fulfilling your request, will take his mind off of this.

• As he scrolled through the contacts, he stumbled across a voicemail. It from your real beloved. Being naturally nosy, he tapped it. Images flew from the phone, swirling around the room. It was quite a sight. (Although, he was sure he could conjure something better.) Slowly, the pictures came together, forming the real Donatello. In a rather disheveled ninja uniform.

• "Japan hasn't been kind."

• Donnie 0 mumbled, shaking his head

• "Hello, Y/N."

• The hologram purred, while stretching dramatically. This was for you alright.

• "Just checking in to see if you're okay and I have some good news."

• The robot raised his steel eyebrow. News and he wasn't notified?

• "Drum roll please,"

• The camera was turned to his brothers. Everyone "drummed" dramatically.

• "Your hero is coming home early!"

• The robot's heart drive crackled. But, not in a good way. Coming home early!?

• "Give me a week, dearest. And Japan's biggest threat will be vanquished."

• Donatello said with a warm smile.

• "And Donnie will stop crying into his pillow!"

• Mikey shouted from the background. (The Ai couldn't tell if he was being malicious or just dreadfully honest.)

• "Thank you for bringing up painful memories, Michael."

• He said, stiffly.

• "Anywhiz, I love you. Let's facetime tonight."

• He said a few other words his creation would've rather not of heard and finally signed off. Donnie 0 stood there in silence. In a week, the paradise he was living would be gone. He's VERY sure he won't be scrapped, he's the greatest robot ever created. But, going on without you...he might as well be.

• Think, Donnie, think.

• I'm best AI on the planet.

• How can I prevent the end?

• ...Eureka! Your voice! He can use a audio file of it and keep his original away. Maybe even break you two up eventually. Yeah. This is a great plan. His finger opened, revealing a audio cable. He plugs into your phone.

• "Apologies, master Donatello,"

• "I wanna spend a little more time with my fiancee."

• To be completed in part 2~

(This is part 2👆)

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I know I got a LOT of series going on, but this one is gonna be finished in part 2. And maybe, I'll show off what everyone looks like now, including the lovesick robot. Anywho, chao!

(And this gif may change.)

[unfriendlyamazon]

me(a)t cute (season 0 au)

can't write for shit right now but i was working on more season zero au and i have a teeny tiny bit written... here's hoping my brain restarts soon

fair to say this series will continue to warn for blood and violence

Blood pumped from the bullet hole onto the leather seats of the town car. Kaiba wondered vaguely how he would explain that one to Gozaburo, before he was distracted by how the blood turned the black school uniform a lovely shade. He could commission a painting in that color and hang it on his wall.

“Fuck!” the other occupant shouted. He clutched his thigh. “Motherfucker!”

Kaiba rubbed his jaw where the punk had struck him. He took a shot to the knee and immediately retaliated. The bruise would also have to be explained, not that Kaiba didn’t have any to match. His back was a patchwork of scars, a fact seemingly shared by his new companion.

“Where the fuck are we going?” he shouted. His mouth was wide and never stopped moving. He didn’t cry or whimper or beg. Kaiba had shot him when he’d pulled a knife, and somehow that was his fault.

“Hospital,” Kaiba said, monotone. “Or the morgue, if you bleed out on the way there.”

“Fuck you,” the punk spat. “And I’m not going to any fucking hospital. Pull over here. I said pull over!”

Kaiba looked at Isono in the rearview mirror and nodded once. It would save him time anyway.

“You’re bleeding quite a lot,” Kaiba said, like he was commenting on the weather.

“Yeah, thanks for that,” the punk said. “Let me out.”

Kaiba didn’t move. The punk tried to crawl over him to the door, but he remained in the way. Blood smeared across his white clothes.

“You attempted to rob me,” he said. “I should take you to the police.”

“Hospitals ask too many fucking questions,” the punk said. “They’d call the police anyway. If you didn’t notice I got fucking shot. I know a guy in this neighborhood. No questions.”

It was convenient. Hospitals meant paperwork, and their age meant parents would be informed. Kaiba silently released the handle on the door. The punk burst out at the first sign of freedom. He should’ve skittered off immediately, but instead he turned and looked at Kaiba. Stained in his blood, they didn’t look so different. The stringy bleached hair stuck to his face, and Kaiba had dyed his own hair a toxic green in an act of rebellion the moment Gozaburo had laxed his leash even an inch. No questions asked, that was what they both needed out of this situation. Rebellion and blood painted an odd portrait of the pair, who stared each other down.

“You coulda left me there,” the punk said.

“Yes,” Kaiba said. “It would be the smart thing to do.”

His eyes narrowed, like he was concentrating on the pages of a book. “Thanks, I guess.”

A smile spread across Kaiba’s lips. “You’re welcome.”

The punk slapped the door shut and hurried off. Kaiba sat back in his seat, picking at his uniform where it was turning a ruddy color.

“Drive,” he said, and Isono did exactly what he was told.

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“His name is Jounouchi Katsuya,” Isono said, sliding the manila folder across Kaiba’s desk. “Here is his record.”

Kaiba waved a hand to dismiss him and left the dense document where it lay. He returned to his computer, where he’d left his work open. Gozaburo’s gift to him for his sixteenth birthday was a 2% stake in the Kaiba Corporation and a smaller warehouse on Domino’s docks. He’d decided to put Seto’s burgeoning genius to use in his plastics division. After all, toys and games were the most plastic intensive industry in the world, with billions ready to be made in revenue.

It’d been a gamble and a risk. But he’d gambled his life before, even if he was never sure which side of the coin he’d landed on.

Seto touched the bruise on his chin. It healed an ugly yellow color. Gozaburo had said nothing at all. And in the brief moments his eyes didn’t focus on the screen in front of him, his fingers drew to the file. He thumbed through it idly. It ranged everything from petty larceny to assault with a deadly weapon. Known associates and organizations were listed. Apparently he worked beneath the thumb of some low level thug. Mad Dog of the West Side, his file read. Seto huffed out a laugh. How cute.

The file became his favorite story. He read it at night in his bed, he glimpsed it between his projects, and he memorized Jounouchi’s rap sheet like it was poetry. He learned the black uniform belonged to Rintama High, and so he added a school portfolio to his dossier, and then a few files on the gang that operated in this area. It seemed he picked his warehouse right in the center of their territory. A pack of rabid dogs looking to be put down. There was nothing to do with this information. The chance of running across Jounouchi Katsuya again was stunningly low, especially since he’d gotten shot for his trouble last time. Kaiba knew he should move on from this. It was only distracting him. He had Gozaburo’s test to deal with, his chess pieces to move, percentages to build. But his dreams were haunted by bruised fists, blood in his mouth, and a pair of brown eyes so vivid they burned red.

[mediocre-noodle]

the power cut out for like a solid 2 seconds?? normal. THE WIFI SHUT OFF and i was so scared of the assignment not saving 😭 its finished though hhh

dogs are officially awake and imma be a’sweepin. onyx just stole the toy thor was messin with -_-

its so humid but the storm wasnt even a storm it was like,, rain for 5-15 mins and thats it. but the thunder was goin on for hourrrsss. eugh i can feel my skin

UMMMM hopefully ur power stays on???? that seems. a teeny tiny bit worrisome but its probably fine LMAO

poor thor LMAOOOO have fun with ur sweeping!!

ughhh it should be required for it to rain whenever it thunders :< dude i hate humidity so badddddd like it makes me want to exit my bones. i feel u man

[xenodile]

I can't be mean to Fourchenault because there's nothing I could say that the game doesn't beat me to. Like his initial appearance at the tail end of Shadowbringers is very clearly intended to make you dislike him, and his behavior in early Endwalker only reinforces that, but once that initial hurdle is out of the way the story will not let him catch a break.

Like, let's look at what the narrative of Endwalker puts him through:

He calls an emergency hearing to have the Scions expelled from Sharlayan, which is stated to be an inconvenience for everyone on the Forum, and then G'raha and Y'shtola blow open his case and one of his father's own friends agrees, humiliating him in front of his coworkers when they're already annoyed with him for calling the meeting in the first place.

His wife invites the WoL and the twins back home against his wishes, behind his back, and more or less tells everyone "don't bother trying to reason with him, just show him up and rub it in his face", while simultaneously revealing that all the staff listen to her as the actual authority in the house

He learns his secret lunar collaborators are actually funny little rabbits that have misinterpreted the vast majority of information he sent to them, again making him look like a buffoon in front of his coworkers.

His children do in fact show him up and solve the problem he'd been tasked with fixing for a decade, only they do it in a single afternoon with one phone call.

His wife announces publicly she's been funding the Scions behind his back, and he has to publicly confess that he's a massive fuck up that nearly ruined everything.

The Ragnarok gains the unglamorous nickname "[Fourchenault's] Teeny Tiny Toy Boat" that becomes widely used across Sharlayan, while being a very obvious joke about his dick size.

After the world is saved, Ameliance AGAIN invites the WoL back to the Leveilleur estate in secret so she can do business with them without Fourchenault knowing, resulting in a series of quests in which WoL and Ameliance take care of a secret child together, all while she airs his dirty laundry as a student.

Like. The story sets him up as a jerk father, then follows up by calling him an incompetent cuck with a micropenis at every opportunity it gets. What else is there for me to make fun of, the game itself already went for the throat.

Anyway, I pleased his wife for the 90th time today.

[alexagirlie]

It's Duncan Idaho and I can be a slut if I want to be

A/N: I was still learning how to write when I wrote this series, please ignore the horrible grammar.

Song featured in the story is "Hail to the King" by Avenged Sevenfold

(Series Masterlist)

Header and art by me, divider by @cafekitsune

Fandom: Dune

Pairing: Groupie Paul / Musician Duncan

Rating: E

Words: 5,3k

Summary: Paul had spent many hours daydreaming about those muscles, what they would feel like under his hands and mouth. Hours spent touching himself to shirtless photoshoots and imagining all the things he wanted to do to Duncan. To have Duncan do to him.

TWs: band au. Tattoo'd paul. Tattoo'd duncan. M/M sex. Rimming. Anal fingering. Anal sex. Oral sex. Age Difference. Size Difference. Strength kink.

Taglist: @softhecreator @almostg @gatoenlaciudad

The beat of the bass pulsed so deep and so loud that it felt like a heartbeat in Paul's chest. Lights flashed and changed, red, blue, purple, yellow. Bodies pressed against his back, jostling him into the barrier at his front. Even so Paul couldn't contain the excitement that had built in his bones, built in his blood at finally being able to see one of his favourite bands live in concert.

He had been a fan of the Blades of Gintaz since he first heard them on the radio 5 years ago when he was 16. He had immediately ran out and bought all their albums and spent the following 6 months listening to nothing else. (He also developed a teeny tiny crush on their lead guitarist.)

The first song of their set finished and the opening chords of his favourite song rang out. Paul joined in the cheer that sounded through the crowd, hands in the air and closed his eyes to really feel the rhythm in his bones.

Paul let the lyrics flow through him, mouthing along with the words.

"Watch your tongue or have it cut from your head. Save your life by keeping whispers unsaid. Children roam the streets now orphans of war. Bodies hangin' in the streets to adore"

Something about this song just spoke to Paul, he could never explain it to people. The combination of the lyrics and the layers of instrumental work struck a chord in him.

"Royal flames will carve a path in chaos.

Bringing daylight to the night (night).

Death is riding into town with armor.

They've come to take all your rights."

"Hail to the King

Hail to the one

Kneel to the crown

Stand in the sun

Hail to the King

(Hail, hail, hail)

(The King)"

Following the chorus Paul opens his eyes just in time for all the spotlights to land on the lead guitarist, Duncan Idaho, as he rips into his solo. Paul was close enough he could see the sweat sliding down Duncan's neck, already sticking his shirt to his sculpted pecs and abs. His thick nimble fingers flew across the strings, playing flawlessly.

Paul had spent many hours daydreaming about those muscles, what they would feel like under his hands and mouth. Hours spent touching himself to shirtless photoshoots and imagining all the things he wanted to do to Duncan. To have Duncan do to him.

The first time Paul had fingered himself it was imagining those thick ring covered fingers in place of his own. It was the most intense orgasm of his teenage life. He had quickly improved upon it, getting very good at finding his prostate.

The first time he had used a toy was after a solo photoshoot Duncan had done where he was shirtless and wet in most of the photos. Paul had slid a dildo into his ass and used it to fuck himself to an orgasm so strong his release hit his chin. All without putting a single hand on his cock. (Okay so it may be more than just a crush, but Paul wasn't about to tell anyone that.)

Paul had saved for months to afford the tickets to see Blades of Gintaz and had managed to score himself a VIP pass. The passes gave the carrier early access to the venue so Paul was able to stake out a good spot right on the rails and a meet and greet with the band after the show ended. He had even taken a moment to snap a selfie in front of the stage during sound check. He couldn't wait to post it and about the concert after the show closed.

Paul gets lost in the music, gets lost in the lights and the feeling in his chest that threatens to explode. He closes his eyes, tilts his head back with a wide carefree grin on his face and just moves. It was euphoric.

Finally, with chants of encore encore encore the band plays their last song of the night. An epic ballad which was the perfect choice to wind the crowd down. At one point Duncan was stationed right at the front of the stage, head bent and fingers flying over the strings. He looks up through his hair and Paul could have sworn his gaze locked onto Paul's. But that would be a crazy fan level of delusion and Paul refused to be that brand of fan boy. (He wasn't crazy, Duncan had noticed the beautiful Twink in the front row and couldn't help making brief eye contact.)

The song ends and the show comes to a close. The front woman thanks the crowd and the venue and the band makes their way off stage. Paul makes his way to the entrance of the VIP area, flashes his pass and is let into the meet and greet area. About a dozen other people filter in behind him. They had been allowed to leave any bags in the room prior to the show starting so Paul headed to where he left his and pulled out two magazines.

One magazine had a group shot of the band on the front cover and was a safe bet to have them all sign. The second was the magazine which contained his favourite photoshoot of Duncan and had fueled many of his late night fantasies. He hoped he could have Duncan sign this one too.

Paul was almost vibrating with a mix of excitement and nerves as the members of the band began filtering into the room. It was an informal meet and greet, pass holders were encouraged to mingle freely and the band members were to make their rounds.

Paul gets autographs from the lead singer, bassit, second guitarist and the drummer all before Duncan makes his appearance. Duncan appeared to be freshly showered, hair damp and hanging loose around his neck and broad shoulders. He was dressed in a pair of tight baby pink pants, a white long sleeve Henley with the sleeves pushed up showing his forearms and his shark teeth tattoo. He had a thin pink scarf hanging around his neck, just a few shades darker than his pants.

Paul felt his jeans tighten as he registered what Duncan was wearing and he wanted to drop to his knees right then and there and beg for Duncan cock down his throat. He had to turn away and give himself a moment to calm down, taking deep breaths and thinking about anything other than blowing the man of his wet dreams. He runs a hand through his messy curls then tries to sublely adjust his hard cock so it wasn't obviously straining the front of his jeans. (He failed.)

Duncan couldn't get the face of the dark haired twink out of his head after the show closed. He went so far as to wrap a hand around himself in the shower, needing an outlet after the energy of the show and pictured those red lips wrapped around his cock. Got him off in record time.

He hurried to get dried off and dressed and rushed off to the area they had set up for the meet and greet. He shouldn't keep the fans waiting, they had paid good money to meet everyone.

Entering the room he could feel eyes on him, heavy as a caress down his body. Looking around the room he sees that same twink, obviously checking him out before quickly spinning around to put his back to the door and messing with his clothes and hair.

Duncan took the opportunity to give the guy a good once over, now able to see more than just his face from the concert floor. He was wearing skin tight white jeans tucked into black ankle boots and an oversized black knit sweater finished off the look. His hair was a wild mess of curls which he was only making messier by running his fingers through it.

His ass looked amazing and Duncan could only imagine what it would look like spread around his cock. He had a feeling it would be a spectacular view. He saw the twink adjust himself and grinned. He had a feeling if he played his cards right that he was going to have company in his hotel room tonight.

He needed to make his rounds with the other VIP pass holders first then he would make his move.

Paul turned back to face the room after attempting to make himself presentable to see Duncan making his rounds through the other VIP guests. He seems to be taking several minutes with each person, making sure to have a real conversation with them. It was something that Paul had always admired about Duncan, he seemed to genuinely appreciate his fans.

Paul kills time by helping himself to a complimentary soda and flipping through one of his magazines. He feels the very air shift and looks up and comes face to chest with the pec muscles that wet dreams were made of. He looked up further until he could meet Duncan's beautiful deep brown eyes.

They exchange the standard pleasantries, Paul introducing himself, Duncan asking what he thought of the night's set list. Paul can't help but flirt a little, letting Duncan know how much he enjoys his playing. Complimenting his fashion choices, not all guys can pull off baby pink after all. His eyes kept catching on Duncan's mouth as he was talking or on the light dusting of chest hair Paul can see peeking out the unbuttoned top of his Henley.

Eventually one of venues staff reminds everyone that their time is coming to an end and to finish up. Paul finally hands over the two magazines for Duncan to sign. Duncan is quick with the first magazine but takes special care with the one containing his solo spread. He has it open to a page in the middle and is writing a message Paul cannot see before closing it and handing it back.

"It was nice meeting you Paul"

"It was nice meeting you too"

They said goodnight and Duncan left with the rest of his band mates while the VIP guests were ushered out. Paul gathers up the rest of his belongings, feeling like he is on cloud nine. He had just met Duncan Idaho and it was amazing and mind blowing. He leaves the concert hall and steps out into the warm summer night when he pauses to look over what was written on his magazines. The group cover had the standard, nice to meet you message and signature, the other magazine however had the most peculiar message on it.

Duncan had signed it then right below that it read; 'Turn to page 52'

Paul flipped to the page in question, which was right in the middle of Duncan's photoshoot, to see another message scrawled across what was coincidentally his favourite image. Duncan was sitting on the beach, leaning back while the surf rushed up over his legs and groins. His shorts were clinging to him like a second skin and left little to the imagination. His chest was bare and gleamed in the sun, hair loose and wild around his face and shoulders. His brown eyes staring directly into the camera.

Paul read the message, couldn't believe what was written so had to read it again. Then a third time before it really sank in.

'Your the most beautiful thing I have seen in a long time. I would love to see more of you. Come to room 2022 at Hotel Arrakeen. I'll be waiting'.

Paul still couldn't quite believe it, he was being propositioned by Duncan Idaho, by the guy that sparked his bisexual panic and that he jerks off to at least twice a week. It was unreal, there was no way it was actually happening. (It was).

Paul debated with himself, should he go to the hotel, or should he just go home. Chock it up to a dream fueled by the joint he smoked before the show and adrenaline. Does he really want to be that fan, that sleeps with a band member or leave. (Guess which one he picks)

A fifteen minute walk later and Paul finds himself in the lobby of Hotel Arrakeen, hurrying past the luckily empty reception desk and hoping no one catches him. He wasn't sure what he would tell anyone if he was seen sneaking in. He gets into the elevator and presses the button for the 20th floor. As the elevator starts to move Paul is still debating with himself. He couldn't help but wonder to himself if he wasn't being a bit of a whore? It WAS Duncan Idaho, anyone else who was in his place would do the same wouldn't they? With that body, those eyes and the rumor that he was an absolute animal in bed you would be dumb to miss out on the chance. Paul hoped Duncan was a real beast in bed.

Paul's over eager dick ended up deciding for him, it was Duncan fucking Idaho, whom he has spent a quarter of his life jerking off too. He can be a giant slut if he goddamn wants to be. He will never get another opportunity like this.

Decision made Paul exits the elevator and turns down the hallway to room 2022. He knocks on the door, rocking on his heels, trying not to let the butterflies in his stomach get in the way of his horny determination. He can hear soft footsteps coming from within the room and then the door swings open revealing Duncan in all his glory. Duncan who had stripped off his Henley and is now in a low cut white tank top, glorious muscular arms and chest full on display.

Paul freezes for a minute, eyes running down Duncan's form, chest down to bare toes then back up to meet his gaze. He can't help but grin a little bit, licking his lips nervously.

Luckily Duncan is not so intimidated, he grabs a fist full of Paul's sweater and pulls him bodily into the room, kicking the door closed behind them.

Paul finds himself pressed firmly against the inside of the hotel door. His head bracketed between strong muscled biceps and forearms with Duncan a warm weight against his front. Paul tips his head back against the door with a thunk and meets Duncan gaze with heavy lidded green eyes. His heart was pounding.

Duncan's voice was a low rumble "This okay?" One of his hands moved from the door to rest on the curve of Paul's neck, his thumb pressing firmly against the hinge of his jaw.

Paul felt his cock harden to the point of painfulness in his jeans at the firm touch, at the possessiveness of the hold and at the fact that Duncan was asking for verbal consent. That even though Paul had shown up to his room he did not take it to mean that Paul wanted his touch.

Paul reached out and hooked his fingers in the belt loops of Duncan pants, "Yes Please," he answered, his desire obvious in his voice. He was so hard and his underwear was soaked from the precome leaking from his cock.

He pulled Duncan the last step needed to completely close the distance between their bodies. Pressing them together from chest to groin. Paul moaned at the feeling of Duncan erection pressing up against his own, it felt huge and he couldn't wait to get his mouth on it.

Duncan closes the distance between their mouths and lays a few slow closed mouthed kisses to Paul's lips. His beard scratches pleasantly against Paul's face. His stomach jumps and tightens as Duncan runs his tongue across his bottom lip, nipping at one of his snakebites. The hand on Paul's jaw slides around and cups the back of his neck, angling his head just so. He opens his mouth and the kiss deepens. Tongues sliding together and teeth nipping and panting gasping breaths.

Paul feels Duncan's thigh press up between his legs, making Paul's hips grind down helplessly. Duncan pulled on the hair under his fingers and it all felt so good. Paul couldn't help letting out several moans and high pitched whines.

Duncan breaks away from Paul long enough to pull his tank off, muscles in his arms and shoulders rippling. Paul helped by pushing the material up his stomach and chest. He then steps back into Paul's space to help Paul pull his sweater up over his head, his shirt following shortly after. His hair tousled into wild curls around his face.

Duncan grabs Paul around the waist and they stumble over to the bed, Paul pushing Duncan down to sit on the edge before dropping to his knees between Duncans spread legs and working on his belt. He throws it to the floor beside him then pops the button. He bites lip and pulls the zipper down. Duncan's hard cock springs up against his stomach, Paul's mouth watering as he takes in the bead of precome already forming at the tip and the gleam of metal. Metal barbells, not only is Duncan hung he has his fucking cock pierced.

"Fuck your cock is even better then I imagined" The words slip out of Paul's mouth before he can think better of it. He flushes a little when Duncan lets out a deep rumbling chuckle.

Duncan leaned back on his palms and looked down at Paul in amusement. "Spent much time thinking about my dick have we?" He asks Paul, seeming to be genuinely interested in the answer.

"I'm here aren't I? I think it's implied I've thought about what your dick looks like" was Paul's cheeky response.

Despite how eager he was Paul starts off slowly. He takes Duncan's cock in hand, giving it a single stroke and an almost chaste kiss to the tip drawing a groan out of Duncan's throat. That single kiss turns into a series of open mouthed kisses that Paul lays wetly down the length of Duncan's cock. When he gets to the base he sucks Duncan's balls into his mouth, one after the other, drawing another loud groan out of the man in front of him. The sound made Paul throb in his jeans.

Paul wants to pull more noises out of Duncan so he spends several minutes alternating between each sac before he licks a wet stripe up the underside of Duncan cock. When he gets to the top he wraps his lips around the tip and gives it a lazy suckle. Paul lets out a moan of his own at the taste as a spurt of precome pools on his tongue.

Duncan gets both hands in Paul's wild mess of hair trying not to pull on his curls, just holding, grounding himself. Paul releases Duncan cock with a pop and looks up at him through his lashes, licking his lips.

"You can pull my hair if you want" He suggests to the bigger man "It gets me hot."

Duncan grinned down at the younger man "Oh is that so, like this then?" Duncan tightened his fingers in the curls, pulling hard enough to make Paul's scalp sting and pull a pained gasp out of his mouth.

Paul nods eagerly, relishing in the pull as he does so, then gets his mouth back around Duncan cock. This time sinking down, down until it hits the back of his throat and he gags a little. He takes a slow breath through his nose, relaxing his throat and trying to sink further down, desperately wanting to swallow the whole thing. He can't quite manage but he does his best.

A few minutes go by like this, with the wet sounds of Paul's mouth as it glides over Duncan's cock. One of Paul's hands jacking the parts his mouth cannot reach, the other hand sliding down and palming firmly at Duncan's balls. Paul figures Duncan must be enjoying himself based on the sounds and words escaping his mouth.

"That's good, take it all down."

"Your mouth feels so good baby."

Duncan hips start to move, making shallow aborted thrusts. Paul takes note and pulls back so just the tip of Duncan cock is still in his mouth. He freezes there, very gently sucking and looks up at Duncan through the fringe of his hair, waiting to see if Duncan will take the bait. He places his hands on his thighs, fingers clenched in the material.

Duncan growls out a low fuck and twists hard on the handful he has of Paul's hair before using it as a handle to pull Paul's mouth down to meet his slow upward thrust. "Want me to fuck your mouth baby?"

He waits for Paul's answering nod and moan then starts to thrust, slow and shallow. As Paul relaxes into the rhythm he soon starts to pick up speed and fuck deeper into Paul's throat. Paul's eyes are wet and he is moaning continuously. One of his hands moved from his thighs to press firmly against his hard cock through his jeans. He doesn't even care about the bite of metal as he presses down, just needing to relieve the pressure.

Duncan pulled Paul off his cock, a line of precome and saliva connecting it to Paul's panting mouth. Hands still in his hair he pulls Paul up and claims his mouth in a deep devouring kiss. He uses his hold in black curls to bring them both to their feet then let's go to get his hands under Paul's thighs, lifting him up off the ground. Paul throws his arms around Duncan neck. Wraps his legs around Duncan's waist, completely overwhelmed by how strong Duncan is.

Without breaking the kiss Duncan turns around and crawls onto the bed, Paul still cradled in his arms. He tips them onto the bed and they spend several more minutes kissing heavily. Hips grinding and hands wandering over flesh. Paul can feel the beard burn forming down his neck and chest. Finally Duncan pulls back, staring down at Paul.

"Take off your pants" comes the gruff command, striking just the right authoritative tone to make Paul pliant and obedient. He was quick to obey, hands scrambling at his button and zipper, getting his pants undone and pushed down over his hips. Duncan was there helping him peel them down and off his long legs, dropping his jeans on the floor. He wasn't wearing anything underneath.

"That's a good boy"

Paul was positive that he had never been so turned on in his life. His cock was an angry red and it was drooling a continuous stream of precome onto his stomach. It gave a twitch at the praise and his face flushed. He watched appreciatively as Duncan made quick work of his own pants and briefs, dropped them to the floor. He gave himself a few strokes and Paul's brain shorts out at the visual.

Duncan crawls back up the bed and between Paul's sprawled legs, his hard cock hanging huge and purple at the tip. His piercing glistening in the low light with Paul's saliva. Duncan runs his hands up the inside of Paul thighs, thumbs digging in wonderfully, spreading them wider and slotting himself better in between.

"What do you want Paul?"

Paul pulled his eyes away from their focus on Duncan's massive cock and met his gaze. "I want your cock inside me, I want you to fuck me so hard I limp for a week"

Duncan grinned at Paul wolfishly "I can do that pretty boy, I can do that". Duncan gets his hands under Paul's knees and pushes them up. When he met no resistance he kept pushing until Paul's knees hit his chest. Leaving Paul's hole spread and exposed to the warm air of the room. Paul can feel Duncan's gaze on him, hungry and appreciative.

"Hold them open for me, that's a good boy"

Paul's flush is spreading down his neck and chest but he hooks his knees over his elbows and holds himself open for Duncan. Who has leaned over the side of the bed and is rifling around in the side table drawer. After a minute he pulls out a tube of lube and a condom. He drops both on the bed before leaning over Paul and running his tongue along his taint causing Paul to moan and squirm. Rimming was one of Paul's favourite activities to have done to his ass.

Duncan spent several minutes eating Paul out before he reached out blindly, grabbing for the tube of lube. Popping the cap he liberally coats his fingers in the slick substance before sliding the first one in beside his tongue. It sinks into the first knuckle easily, Paul having been opened up quite nicely on Duncan's tongue.

Duncan quickly works up to three fingers and Paul is a writhing mess. His cock and stomach are soaking with precome and he is rocking back against Duncan's fingers as much as his position allows. Duncan pulls away briefly, manhandling Paul up over his lap. Lining his fingers back up with Paul's hole he pushes all 3 back in, using his other hand to encourage Paul to rock his hips.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" Paul groaned out as he chases the feeling of Duncan's fingers inside of him. They were pressing against his prostate with each thrust and twist of his fingers, sending sparks of pleasure up his spine and making his toes curl. His orgasm was approaching at a rapid pace.

"Could you go again?" Duncan kept up the quick pace of his fingers but angled them to miss Paul's prostate, to draw out the moment and not let Paul cum.

It took Paul a minute as his mind was fuzzy with pleasure and stalled orgasm. "What?" The word was almost a whine.

"If I let you get off now, could you cum again while I was fucking you?"

"Yes, yes please! Let me cum, please" Paul begged, hips moving, riding Duncan fingers trying to get them deeper inside him, back to where he wanted them most "Please!"

The last please was almost a wail and Duncan listened, adjusting the angle of his fingers inside of Paul. Making sure to nail his prostate each time, drawing the most beautiful sounds out of Paul. He was so close, practically bouncing to meet Duncan's fingers, his hole clenching like a vice.

"Good, I want you to cum, right now"

And Paul did, he tossed his head back, curls flying, and his whole body tensed up as he came so hard he splattered up to his chin with his release. He whined at the over stimulation as Duncan was still moving his fingers slowly, milking his orgasm for as long as possible.

"Good Boy"

Duncan tipped Paul over onto his back then leaned over Paul and licked a line of his release up off his stomach. He licked his lips and grinned up at Paul. "You taste good".

Duncan was relentless, barely letting Paul catch his breath before helping him turn over on his knees and had him grip the bars of the head board. He takes a minute to slip the condom on and lube up before his hands grip Paul's hips, adjusting him so his ass is extended. Duncan laid a line of kisses down his spine, paying special attention to the lines of the tattoo along his spine. Thumbs digging into the skin just below where Paul had his lower back pierced.

Chest pressed to back Duncan lines his cock up with Paul's slick opening. Letting just the tip catch on his rim before withdrawing, the metal barbell surprising cold against his skin. Paul moans desperately, push back against Duncan cock, trying to get him to stop teasing him.

Finally Duncan sank the first couple of inches into Paul and it was everything Paul had fantasized about. Duncan's cock was hot and hard and filled him just right. It burned as he slowly sunk another few inches in and Paul's eyes rolled into the back of his head. His hands were gripping Paul's hips like a vice and Paul hoped he would come away from this night with a few finger shaped bruises.

Duncan bottoms out inside Paul and pauses, breath coming heavy against the back of Paul's neck. He pulls his cock out a few inches before slowing pushing back in, letting Paul adjust and stretch around his girth. The piercing an odd pleasurable sensation sliding against Paul's walls.

As Paul relaxes and starts to push back against each thrust Duncan picks up speed. Soon he is setting a punishing pace, hard and deliberate against Paul's prostate. His grip on Paul's hips pulling him back to meet each thrust. Soon he had Paul begging again, the pleasure being unrelenting and his orgasm just out of reach. All the needed was a touch to out him over.

Duncan slid one hand around to grab Paul's renewed erection stroking him hard and fast. He bites down on Paul's right shoulder and Paul is coming again, screaming his release. Come staining the headboard and the bed below him.

Duncan slows the movement of his hips to a stop, "Think you can do one more?" He asks in Paul's ear. Hand petting over Paul's stomach, rubbing his spend into his skin. He kisses the mark left by his teeth while Paul catches his breath, muscles unclenching one by one.

Paul nods weakly and lets himself be manhandled by Duncan again. They end up with Duncan laying back and Paul over his lap, sinking down on his cock. Paul braces himself on Duncan's knees and lets himself be guided into a slow grind. He is whining high in his throat from the over sensitivity. He probably needed a few more minutes but he wanted desperately to be good for Duncan.

Paul wants to be praised and to be called a good boy again in Duncan's deep voice. As the sensitivity goes away and he gets his wind back Paul begins riding Duncan in earnest. Duncan has his head thrown back, his hair a wild mess across the pillows, eyes closed in concentration. He is chasing his own orgasm now and Paul is just along for the ride. A hole for him to use.

Paul is so focused on getting Duncan to that point that his third orgasm takes him by surprise. Surging up from nowhere and making him seize up, losing his balance and tipping face first into Duncan's chest, completely overwhelmed. He has nothing left in him so only a few drops of cum dribble out and drip onto Duncan's stomach.

His body locks up around Duncan and it takes two, three more thrusts of Duncan's hips before he is emptying himself into Paul, filling the condom. His groan is loud and satisfied. They lay there for several minutes, panting while Paul tried to regain feeling in his limbs.

"That…. was.. something" He pants out, breathing hard against Duncan's neck. He can feel the chuckle in Duncan's chest, rumbling under his check.

"That is was my boy" Duncan agrees, rubbing his hands up and down Paul's back "that it was."

Once they have cooled down and caught their breath Duncan dumps Paul gently onto the bed and gets up to wander into the bathroom. Paul lays there, limbs all askew and watched him, appreciating the play of muscles along his back and ass. Duncan comes back, condom tossed and a wet cloth in hand which he hands over to Paul so he can make an attempt at wiping himself down. He knows he will need a hot shower to get all the cum off his body.

Duncan pulls the corner of the bed spread down and slides in. "Stay?" He asked Paul, holding an arm open in invitation.

Paul smiles, drops the dirty clothes on the floor and wiggles his way under the covers, all loosed limbed from the thorough fucking he had been given. He curls up under Duncan's arm and rests his cheek against his chest. Duncan reaches over and turns the lamp off. Snuggling down they drift off to sleep.

Guess the rumours were true, Duncan really was an animal in bed.

(In the morning they go again in the shower. Duncan brings Paul to his first orgasm of the day with just his mouth, eating him out hungrily. His second orgasm was while Duncan was buried balls deep, fucking him against the shower wall. Paul's brain shorts out every time he thinks about how strong Duncan is. After they have dried off and clothes are back on they exchanged numbers and Duncan calls Paul for booty calls whenever he is in the city. His band mates tease him relentlessly about the mystery fan he pulled. They could hear them through the hotel walls. Then boys catch feelings and secretly start dating for real, then they come out and get married and it's a huge things cause Paul is half Duncan's age but they don't give a fuck.)

Bonus art for anyone interested can be found on AO3

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The girl all the bad guys want

-about: the biggest assholes in KNB get the girls of their dreams. I saw their ideal types and my head kinda went brrr

-with: Makoto Hanamiya, Kojiro Furuhashi, Kazuya Hara, Kentaro Seto, Hiroshi Yamazaki, Shogo Haizaki, Shoichi Imayoshi, cisfem!reader

-wc: 4.1k (I’m so sorry I went a lil wild here)

-warnings!: toxic guys, piv sex lots of it lmaoo, degradation, manipulation, car sex, clit slapping, bondage, bdsm, hair pulling, flogging, semi-public ig in Hara’s idek atp, panty stealing, vaginal fingering, oral sex (fem!receiving and m!receiving), deep throating, dumbification, dacryphilia, sir kink, daddy kink, ddlg implications ig if you squint, squirting, exhibitionism, voyeurism, nipple play, camming work, sex toys, facial

Makoto Hanamiya likes stupid girls: Makoto has never been a hard worker. Building a partner into what he wants never really appealed to him. He likes ‘em to come already the way he likes: pretty, eager to please and just really fuckin stupid. He considers you all three & he wouldn’t change a thing! Anyone can see you're gorgeous; that's a given but a kinder person would call you.. err.. naive.. but Makoto Hanamiya has never been known as a kind person. He'll tell you to your face, of course, he's never been one to mince words and he sure as hell won’t start now. The small amount of brain power you did carry is quickly being drained out of your head by his cock splitting you open in the backseat of his car. He's taken you to a drive-in and just with that crooked smile that you trusted way too easily and referencing some bullshit about how comfortability can affect your focus, he got you where he wanted you. Anyone else could see, if not through the bullshit; then through that glint in his eye, that that was a thinly veiled excuse to get into those teeny, tiny skirts you always prance about in. He didn't think he could get any harder, hearing you squeak when his hand smoothed under your skirt and his fingers drifted over your panties. It fills him with excitement to know that it's not an act. You really are way out of your depth and far too dumb to know it but he wouldn't have it any other way. "I love watching you like this", he murmurs into the ear he was previously biting, fingers digging deeper into your hips to roll you forward. "You're already fucking dumb but seeing you go even dumber on my cock.. fuck I don't think I'll ever get sick of that". All you can do is whimper and try to keep up with his strokes. You didn't see this coming and to be fair, you didn't really consider yourself the type to give in this easy but fuck are you happy you did. It’s not entirely your fault though, Hanamiya knows how to manipulate girls like you. The tip of his curved dick hitting spots in you that cause drool to drip down your chin is really the best case scenario here. You can't even think right now; the empty space in your head, finally full but only of the delicious stretch of his thick cock. Your legs start to snap closed when one of his hands leaves your hips to rub fast and hard circles into your clit. "Aht aht what do you think you're doin, princess?", he cooly states, holding you open while his hand never stops its assault on your clit.. All that comes out of you is a pathetic whimper of "i- is too much Mako. I can't!". And he smiles. A genuine, crooked smile. He gathers some hair at the back of your head to keep your weak head still & your rolling eyes on his amused ones, "Of course you can, sweetheart! You don't think I know what's best for you? Leave the thinking to me and just make a mess all over my cock when I tell you to, yeah?" Of course he knows what your body can take, he is the genius after all.

Kōjirō Furuhashi likes masochists: Kojiro isn't one to flippantly toss around the word “love”. Words have meaning to him and he finds a lot of his peers don't understand the meaning of that particular word at all so he saves it for when he really means it, like now. As Kojiro's eyes take you in, arms bound together with rope that's doing most of the work in keeping you upright and hickies & bruises littering your beautiful body, he thinks that's the only word that would suffice for how much he enjoys this. He reaches forward to grab a handful of your hair and pull back until your watery eyes are boring into his. The tears staining your cheeks make his dick twitch. You look perfect like this, giving into pleasure and pain. "You alright, beautiful?", he says against your lips, tightening his grip on your hair to which you let out a moan. Sick little bitch, he thinks to himself and it makes him crack what can be considered for him a smile. "Please Ko, need more", you managed to beg into his parted lips. "More? Your ass is already burning to the touch you think you can take more?" He says twirling the handle of the flogger in his hand. "Yes please", you say tearfully. He has to will himself to stay on track. "Please what?" "Yes please, sir", you say, more tears spilling as he lands a harsh blow with the flogger to your ass. "Such a little freak" every word is preceded by a whistle of promise from the flogger to give you pain that hurts so so good. As the leather strikes your ass, your cries make Kojiro's cock drip with precum. He can't wait to feel the welts on your ass press against his skin as he drives his cock into you, relentlessly hard later. In fact, he thinks he'll love it.

Kazuya Hara likes girls with pretty legs: Despite the reputation he had with the rest of the members of his high school team that he hasn't seemed to be able to shake even well into his 3rd year of college; Kazuya Hara really likes soft & sweet things. He plays ball hard and definitely too rough but he knows how to appreciate the sweet tang of the gum on his tongue or how soft your legs look leading up into your skirt as he follows behind you. He slips through the door of your department's storage room without you noticing and he thinks the little yelp you make when you finally notice is sweet too. "Oh. Hi Kazu.. I didn't notice you there.", you say with a nervous chuckle. "I'm just getting some mats for the clinicals later. Did you want some too?", you say, finally turning to look at him and realizing he's much closer than he was before. He waits a beat before answering, popping a bubble as he lets the uneasy feeling in the air thicken. "Nah.", he chuckles, bringing a hand up to the back of his head to rest in the bird's nest he calls hair. "I actually came here to see you." He says, dropping down to "look" at the dumbbells on the floor next to your feet, picking one up to really sell it. "Oh really? Did you need something?.." you say trying to hold your ground even with the wavering of your voice. Even though you managed to make it seem like you held your composure before, you can't help but jump when one of his hands comes up to smooth down your calf. "You know you're really suited to kinesiology, you've got great legs.", he says, feeling the goosebumps rise where his hands touch. "Oh thanks.. Well I do work on them a lot", you let out a nervous chuckle. "I should- uh probably get going though.. gotta change and stretch before class. It's finals week after all.. busy busy busy" You move to step away from him with your mats but he grabs your hand as he stands up. "Kazuya.. this isn't the time", you warn him with annoyance ringing in your voice. "Well it doesn't seem like you make much time for anything.", he says, pulling your hips back into his. He bends down and his breath on your ear makes you shiver with an entirely different feeling. "All this stress can't be good for you. Why don't you let me help you destress", he says punctuating the last word with a bite at your ear. "I- I don't think this is an appropriate place for this, Kazu..", you manage to get out as his hands play with the waistband of your skirt. "Sure it is." He says, releasing your waistband with a pop. "The door locks for a reason.. do you want me to lock the door and then you can sit on that desk and let me between those pretty legs?", he pulls your chin to the side so you can look at him. You want to say yes, you know it, he knows it and who could blame you? Finals week was stressful and maybe an orgasm actually would help you focus better. But even still, agreeing to this is so far out of your comfort zone that your words seem to fail you so the shy nod you give him will have to suffice. In one fail swoop he locks the door and hoists you onto the desk with his lips on yours. He pulls back to stick his gum under the desk like the delinquent he is. You finally allow his tongue access into your mouth when you feel his hands dive under your skirt and wasting no time, he grabs at the waistline of your panties and pulls them down. He doesn't break the kiss as he pockets them or as he slides his finger between your folds; not even when you're barely kissing him back panting into his mouth at the ministrations his now wet fingers are making on your clit. No, the only time he breaks the kiss is to get to his knees and breathe between kisses to those thighs he likes so much, "fuck, baby. I been wanting to taste you all semester. Keep these pretty legs on my shoulders yea?", he says, eyes fixated on the place he's been thinking about since he saw you enter this room. "Lemme get my fill, hmm?" It, of course, is a rhetorical question because before you can even try to respond your words are replaced by a squeak as his tongue licks a long strip up your slit. You moan in unison as he keeps going; licking up all the slick he can find and causing more and more to leak out as his lips suction around your clit. You know you've gotta be quiet but it's incredibly hard when his tongue is delving into your hole at a pace that places stars in your sight. Hara pulls away for a breath but is quick to replace his tongue with his fingers curling up and into you, your legs threaten to snap around his head when his tongue starts to flick against your clit at the same time but he holds them open with his other hand wrapping around your thigh. You're mumbling behind your hand and though he'd love to hear your uninhibited moans he doesn't need to hear your encouragement when your pussy is leaking all over his hands, mouth and chin. Hara has a reputation for being hard & rough but he sure does love to indulge in the softness & sweetness of you.

Kentarō Seto likes intelligent girls: Like Makoto, Seto isn't exactly known for his work ethic. He spends much more time sleeping than working toward any particular goal. All that considered, Seto doesn't mind working toward one goal. Turning smart, know it all girls like yourself into sniveling, cockhungry, brainless whores is always worth the effort to him. It explains why he is so beside himself to have you, dean's list student; president of several clubs; librarians know you by name, you with your eyes rolling into the back of your head, drooling as you fuck yourself on his thick cock. He can't help but let out a chuckle as his hands squeeze your tits as they bounce atop your tank that's been pulled down, too impatient to take the shirt off or go without seeing your full breasts move with every bounce of your hips. It's hard to believe that after getting you as a lab partner and a little bit of convincing he can see one of the smartest girls he knows go absolutely brainless on his cock. A chant of his name starts to fall from your lips and he's finally pulled from his thoughts. "Yes, princess? What is it?" "Wanna cum.. Ken needa cum.. please" you whine, hips chasing your high faster and faster. "You wanna cum? Can't you do it yourself? Hm? Make yourself cum, baby girl", he says, hands steadying your hips so all you can do is barely grind. It feels good but it's not nearly enough as your close orgasm starts to fade. "Mm mm, Ken need you.. Pleaase, daddy? Please help?", you beg through tearful eyes. He chuckles. "Remember, sweet girl," he sits up so his back is against the headboard and his face is more level with yours as he grabs the back of your neck to focus his eyes on your teary ones, "no matter how smart you are you'll never know how to make yourself cum like I do. Understood?" "Yes! Yes daddy! Please ju- oh. my-" your eyes begin to roll again as he plants his feet and drives into you one hand on your shoulder to pull you further onto his cock, hitting that spot in you that has you seeing stars. Your clit being rubbed so hard and fast against his pubes is the final straw as you squirt all over his thighs and abs. Your body is still spasming when he drops you unceremoniously against his mattress after helping to ride out your high. Seto is a lazy man but seeing academically decorated girls as piles of sweat, tears, drool & cum, with not a single thought in those typically full heads on his bed is always worth the effort in his eyes.

Hiroshi Yamazaki likes cheerful girls: Hiroshi isn't the happiest of guys. He's not full of energy, he's got a mean case of RBF and his vocabulary is made up of 85% curse words. This is probably why people are surprised that he snagged you. Beautiful, vivacious, sunshine-in-human form you. You're the sunshine to his constant thunderstorms. With the scowl he almost always seems to be wearing, no one else would be able to tell it, but you make him happy. Despite his angry disposition, Hiroshi actually had a preference for girls like you. The kind whose smile can put even the meanest ogre at ease, the ones who's cheery aura guaranteed strangers were just friends she hadn't met yet. Hiroshi likes girls like you, he's found y'all are just so damn eager to please. It would take so much more convincing for any other girl to end up in this position, but not you. Oh no, you're his little happy pill, always ready to spread joy the way your legs are spread over his lap as his old high school friends look on. Some too entranced to move, some slowly stroking their cocks as your boyfriend plays with your dripping pussy in front of the audience. "Didn’t know she was this sensitive, Yama.. She's soaked and you've barely touched her.", says Hara, palming at himself as he watches you squirm in your boyfriend's embrace. "Well you do like an audience don't you, pretty girl?" Your lips are caught between your teeth and your breath is caught in your throat as he begins circling your clit, slowly with enough pressure to ensure that all you can muster is a nod. "Mmhmm that's my girl. Go head and play with these beautiful tits for me, yeah?" He says, pulling your dress down for your tits to spill out. There's a groan from the boys as you let out a breathy moan when you begin twisting and pulling your nipples. "She makes such hot sounds, fuck," Seto says as his hand slowly glides up and down his leaky cock. You turn your head into Hiroshi's neck in embarrassment when you finally clue in to the wet squelching of Hiroshi’s fingers playing with your pussy. You're impossibly wet at this point, no doubt making a mess of his pants and the couch below you. "Look. She’s practically dripping, '' Makoto laughs. He pauses a beat. "Wait, does she squirt?", he says, stilling his hand on the bulge in his sweats. "Do you, baby? Go on.. answer him.", Hiroshi asks. Suddenly the attention is a bit much so you close your eyes instead of speaking. A slap to your clit jolts you up and the tone that follows is much more stern. "Answer him." "Ah, yes! Can I show them, please please?", you squeal out as Hiroshi's fingers make their way back into your pussy. "You read my mind, beautiful. Give the boys a show, huh?", Hiroshi says as his fingers speed up their dragging along your walls. Hiroshi liked girls like you, you always took what he gave you without complaining and as you shake with your eyes rolling back while your juices spray on to the couch and the floor, he thinks that smile you're always wearing is rubbing off on him.

+ Shōgo Haizaki likes erotic girls: There's a stereotype that boys with bad reps tend to go for girls with good ones, but that's simply not how Shogo rolls. He couldn't take anymore self-righteousness; he'd had enough of that with his teams back in school. No, Shogo Haizaki likes girls who know what it's like to have people side eye you in the hall, who avoid you because they've "heard about people like you". Shogo thinks that's bullshit, there's not really anybody like him and surely nobody like you. His gorgeous, sexy, confident girlfriend. Yall are one of a kind, a queen fit for a king like him. That's probably why, he thinks, that your couple's camming page blew up. “Hello hello everyone! It’s so good to see you! Welcome back to our page!”, you say, smiling and rubbing at Shogo’s neck as he sits behind you kissing your neck and playing with your tits. “I have a very special surprise for you all! Mr and I got a new toy! Should we show them, babe?”, you say flirting with the camera only to look back into Shogo’s eyes with a genuine excitement for his answer. “We better! I spent all that money on that shit.” he says matter of factly, going back to leaving marks on your neck. “It’s not about the money, babe! It's about the experience!”, you continue with a giggle. “Ok 300 coins and we’ll get started!” Of course, your loyal fans reach the goal in seconds. “Damn they’re excited to see us toy with this, huh?,” you said flirting with the camera with your eyes as your lips press against your boyfriend’s. Shogo only mutters an “mhmm” as he kisses down your neck to your shoulders. “Well”, you say, grabbing the toy from behind your boyfriend, “let’s not keep them waiting.”, you say, biting your lip and turning on the toy. Shogo climbs on top of you, kissing you passionately and pushing your arms up. You smile through the kiss as he grabs the toy. You moan through a smile as he runs the toy over your nipples. Shogo bites at your lip and his kisses trail down as the toy does. As his lips suck marks into your neck, your hands tangle in his hair and the toy sends jolts to your clothed clit. You lift your head to look into his eyes when his lips wrap around your pert nipple and even with his mouth occupied you can make out an impish smile but before you can figure out the reason the vibrator grows stronger. “You fucker,” you say through a half moan, half giggle. He pops off your nipple with a smile still applying pressure to your clit. “What’s that, baby? You want me to turn it up? ManiacMak commented that`I should..”, he says, having far too much fun. “I can tak- ohh fuck”, your head falls back as your legs threaten to close, orgasm approaching far too soon. “You were gonna say you can take it huh?”, he says laughing. You manage to weakly nod your head trying your best to stave off the orgasm coming at you like a bullet train. “I- I ca-ha I can” “Mhmm baby. I know you can. You wouldn’t want to disappoint your fans right?” Shogo says pushing your panties to the side to place the toy directly on your clit. You’re pretty much putty now but its not until he uses his other hand to plunge his middle and ring fingers into you quick and hard that the orgasm finally catches up to you, crashing into you so hard a yelp escapes you and your legs lock up before they’re shaking uncontrollably. He helps you ride out your high before crashing his lips to yours and throwing the toy to the bed. All you can hear is your shaky breaths, the smack of you two’s lips and the ping of more coins. Many more coins. Shogo breaks the kiss to smile down at you, talking to the camera but looking directly into your lidded eyes. “Hey sweets.. that was kind of a quick show. I think I owe you another orgasm.. or 3” Your beauty really shines through in these moments where you’re panting, legs still having small trembles and still find the gall to look into the camera; smile that sexy smile he fell in love with and breathe out “Only 3? That all you got, pretty boy?” Oh Shogo Haizaki is sure there’s nobody like you and so are your fans.

+ Shoichi Imayoshi likes kikubari girls: Imayoshi comes from a kind people. He was raised in a neighborhood where people took care of others and that’s just what he’s used to. He’s used to smelling the dinner of her husband’s favorites often being cooked by the granny next door. Used to the mom across the street already waiting outside with whatever item whichever of her children forgot before they even knew to turn around and grab it. Shoichi was used to this and was looking forward to having a caring, attentive woman like that in his own life one day. He didn’t realize, however, until he finally found that woman in you; how far the attentiveness of these types goes. It’s glaringly apparent to him now as you're on your knees in front of him for his favorite after work activity ,which of course you’re kind enough to indulge him in whenever he asks. Your pretty lips are wrapped around his thick shaft pushing as much as you can into your mouth while a hand massages at his balls. He lets his head bob back and lets himself get lost in the sound of your gagging and the feel as his dick goes impossibly far down your throat. He only looks down to check on you to see if you can still breathe after he feels your throat begin to close a little around his cock. “Ah ah hold it a little longer, my darling. Juuust a little. Bit.”, he says, holding your head down letting out a prolonged groan that only served to make you wetter. “There we go '' he says breathily letting you go after a few thrusts even further down your throat. You sputter and wipe the spit and precum from your chin with the back of your hand. Not that there’s much still there, most has already dripped down your chin onto your tits and the only thing covering them, the apron you just cooked a homemade meal for him in. He tilts your chin up to him and smiles that stealthy smile you still, after years together, sometimes can’t make heads or tails of. “Can you still continue, sweetheart?”, he says, wiping his thumb across your bottom lip, slipping it in your mouth for you to suck on for a bit. “Do you need me to be more gentle with you? Hm?” “No, my love”, you say smiling up at him while stroking his cock in the twisting motions you’ve learned he loves. “I just want to please you. You can use me however you need.” Shoichi smiles as you take him in your mouth again and allow him to fuck your face to his content as your hands play at his balls. The smile only fades as he gets closer to his orgasm and it makes way into a sort of grimace as he focuses on the feel of your throat and the look of complete subservience he sees on your face and he knows he can’t hold it any longer. Imayoshi knew he wanted an attentive, caring woman; he just didn’t realize what exactly that meant behind closed doors. Now, however, as you stroke the last of the cum out and look up at him with his cum all over your face and pure devotion to him in your eyes; he’s thinking “wanted” was an understatement, he couldn’t live without this.

[penname-artist]

So I know that "avian" universes have been created by a few Planes folk, or at least just by buddies @c-119 and @ask-dusty-boy (that I'm aware of currently) but I'm quietly toying with a similar idea of my own, just on the...Opposite side of the scale?

By which I mean, goddamn tiny bird people.

So this is where I wanna dump all of that plated spaghetti of unsorted ideas. I have lost my writing muses so pardon the mess.

I know for normal-sized people to have bird wings, generally the rule of thumb is that you make them bigger, and their wings much bigger, to reach accuracies and such for how they'd get into the air. And also power. Big powerful bird person cool.

For me, creating my own little side-dish sandbox of "human Planes characters but with bird wings so I can play birds too because fuck you still you one human person from an unspecified number of years ago who wouldn't let me play with them" means going the other way. Making them TEENY. fairy sized. Dollhouse scaled. Itty-bitty please do not step on them little bird babies.

This might also be so I can save a bunch of DIY dollhouse items to my Pinterest and melt over them with an excuse that I'm "conducting research" for such a world.

Anyways.

Somewhere I already said and or drew or did something where I was like "Blade. Hummingbird boy. Nuff said." But like LEGIT, I bring this up again. He would have a hummingbirds wings and have similar qualities. Probably would struggle with discerning reflective surfaces in bright sunlight so he's probably hit his head more than once on stuff.

Baby go boom, pass out on ground for while til someone hands him an appy juice (natural sugar is very helpful for replenishing an exhausted hummingbird's energy)

Dusty is probably one of those small wild birds you hear in the morning. Maybe like a robin or something. Loud in the morning, chirpy, big on vocalization and tree branch hopping

...Nick's probably a chickadee. The colors tho. The little round ass fucking body, that thing is so B O R B. He is small round borb. A mess of feathers.

I also won't take literal fairies off the table here because that would be an interesting combination. Or butterflies! Or moths! Or literally any other type of small creature capable of flight. And the likes, for the non-fliers as well

*cough* spider Maru *cough*

Fuck now I want to ironically make Cabbie into some kind of tiny bat thing

The SJ can be his bugs- I mean um beetle styled people

GUYS, NOBODY SLEEP ON KEEPING TINY BIRD PEOPLE IN A DOLLHOUSE AT HOME THO.

I imagine there's a terrible pet industry for them if that's the case, but my point still stands that if you take good care of them you should get to have them around as trusty companions! Maybe less like a pet hamster and more like a befriended hive of bees

They have predators. Likely just any animal that would eat what they would be animal-wise. But like not each other. That'd be weird. Also if that was the case Cabbie would be down like, five Smokejumpers. So no it's just the big pred animals going after them not them after themselves

Cats are NOTORIOUS for getting to them. I fully believe Rip would have set one on Dusty in their final race, on purpose.

They probably aren't like, just woodland fairy like creatures anymore, like the stories would have you believe. I think they'd all be integrated somewhat with the modern world and have a lot of evolution themselves, so they basically have scaled down versions of everything normal humans have, even down to styled choices of clothing...well, minus the added wings

They probably don't lay eggs

They do molt though when stressed

I have to imagine there's SOME sort of process to the insect ones on shedding skins?? That's kinda gross but like? It's nature??

*cough* spider Maru *cough*

Catching them is probably illegal, especially inhumanely (ie in ways that injure or risk injury to them, like using bug nets, zappers, etc) and accidental capture (like from mouse traps let's say) may be fineable

(okay but someone stuck on a sticky mouse trap is kind of funny to me. They have such an angry grin and the occasional 'flflflflfl!' of wings)

That's it that's my post byeee

[ruthlesslistener]

I know you said Pk pulled away as soon as Hornet is walking/talking and starting to be independent and all.

But all that makes me think of is that like year when she’s like 5/6 still wandering and trying to trail after Pk in the palace because that’s her dad. Wants to know what he’s doing, where he’s going and if they can do smth together today. (Either wack him with her toy needle in play or play chase him or wants to help him build smth)

And he’s turning her down fairly often cuz he’s busy and also still pulling away. But he’s also a lil teeny bit torn about it because aaaaa that bond he has from raising her still wants to be around her and let her play fight to make sure she’s growing up big and strong and getting smarter. Must watch baby grow. Must teach baby skills.

Good news!! That's exactly how I imagined it to have gone down!!! I imagine that he only rationalized infant care as a means of securing the deal, and that further parenting would be harmful to her given the Dreamer Plan (and unfair to all his other kids he killed- yes he was traumitized by it yes that trauma made everything worse for everyone else), so he tried to turn himself more into a tutor or a teacher than someone who could be considered a father, if he could even be present enough for that.

Meanwhile, little Hornet knew that this was her dad, and that dads were usually supposed to be fun, loving parents, but the Pale King was rarely around even when she went to visit the White Palace, and even when he was present, he'd seem to only barely tolerate her. Nothing she would do could get him to laugh or play with her- he'd only lecture her on something else, or sigh tiredly, or turn it into a lesson. He was boring, unengaged, and didn't seem to hold any passion or emotion for anything around him, and no matter what she did, she was never able to change that. She never knew what was wrong- if it was him, or if it was her.

Which, as you can imagine, didn't exactly foster a very good relationship in the future. PK was right in that she didn't need a father to grow up strong, but he wasn't exactly correct in his assumption that not being around was any better for her. Especially when he dumped all the duties of guarding the King's Brand and the backup plan to saving Hallownest on her, in the world's worst 'surprise! I trust you and consider you competant' reveal ever. But he never, ever gave her any indicator that he was proud of her, even if he was, and that did....not great things to Hornet's mental health. Especially not after he killed her mother

(Totally check out JaxxCapta's works and drabbles on ao3 if you haven't already- thats the bitch that got me on the pk-hornet dynamic train in the first place)

[pwnyta]

My sister had basically a monopoly on the dog since we got her but now Storm has gotten a taste of my comfy papasan and now she gathers her babies (her toys) and puts them on my chair and cuddles up with them AND DOES NOT LEAVE. She loves the spot so god damn much not even asking if she wants to go out for a walk or my sister coming home from work will get her to leave.

When I kick her out at night she just whimpers at my door, with her babies and I feel like a fucking POS landlord but like... I dont trust her to not pee on my floor and I cant sleep with my door open cuz Im too paranoid so...

ALSO I kicked her out the other day for fucking attacking Natasha (who was completely unbothered hilariously enough) but like I guess she gets possessive of people when theyre on a bed? She acts like that with my sister and Steve too I guess... But like I was just laying down and Tasha came to lay down on me and the dog fucking LAUNCHED herself off the chair snarling and I had to grab her by the scruff and take her out of my room. She didnt seem to actually bite too hard or at all? But like... it sounded so VICIOUS and she just kept going after Tasha. I had to pile up her babies and drop them outside my door and again deal with her WHIMPERING but like.. dont attack my cat. Especially my tiniest one. I might have been more lenient had it been Tony because Tonys bigger than Storm but like... not my teeny tiny Tasha.

Honestly the damn dogs lucky I was in bed because had I been sitting at my chair I might have kicked her to save my cat and I would have felt terrible but I love my cat who I raised since she was a little bean more than the dog sorry.

If any dog thinks theyre more important to me than this little CREATURE-

Well.

[the-sleepy-conductor]

Yooo! New person! It’s always so nice to see new Submas fans around!

Nice to meetcha! Welcome to our silly little community where we’re all a teeny bit crazy over silly train men. 🤏 Just a little.

Can’t wait to see all the cool content you’ll be posting soon! I have a few questions for you!

First, how’d you get into the Submas fandom? How long have you been in it for? And who’s your favorite twin? Unless… it’s BOTH!

I hope you’ll have lots of fun here. We’ve got a ton of cool peeps making cool Submas stuff! It’s incredible, honestly. Our community is so talented, and it’s fun to see everyone contribute something different! Arts, fanfics, EVEN FANMADE MERCHANDISE (the insane amount of Submas pins and charms that I have…)!

I’m excited to learn more about you as you grow! Keep it up!

Hiiii! Thanks so much for the warm welcome! I'm definitely excited to start posting art (and possibly fics) here real soon and get to know other Submas fans better!

As for how I discovered Submas- it's quite an odd story. Roughly 7 years ago my friend showed me a screenshot of N and Emmet, with Emmet running away with N's toy trains. I'll post the picture here in a bit. But I thought it was hilarious and saved it to my own phone. I was a little curious about who Emmet was (especially since it was clear he was associated with trains, which I've loved all my life) but I never really gave it much thought after that. Fast forward to about a day after Legends Arceus released, I meet Ingo. But I didn't know he was Ingo- I thought he was Emmet. I kinda forgot about Emmet over the years so when I saw Ingo I was like "Oh, silly train guy is here. What's his name again? Emmet?" But as the minutes passed I started remembering what Emmet looked like, with the white uniform and smile. And this man looked nothing like him but also exactly like him. I thought maybe I was imagining things, until Ingo introduced himself, and I started to connect the dots: Emmet has a twin.

So I do more research and find out they're known as the Subway Bosses, from Pokemon Black and White (my favorite Pokemon games) and that they're Battle Facility leaders. I start looking into them more, finding Battle Subway fanart and reading fics, and as I played Legends Arceus more I became super attached to Ingo. And it wasn't long before I got attached to Emmet too! I started to really fall down the Submas rabbit hole in late February 2022- February 22nd to be exact, as that was my first Multi Battle with Ingo and Emmet. (I got destroyed lol)

Oh yeah here's the photo I mentioned earlier:

I kinda laugh at the thought that this photo introduced a future favorite character, and that it had such a big effect 7 years later.

As for which twin I like more... It's both! There's something to love in both Ingo and Emmet, and I'll probably make a ramble post in the future about everything I love about them!

(Also I completely relate to the collection of Submas merch, my Battle Subway sticker book arrived today lol)

I'm definitely looking forward to posting some art and rambles, and getting to meet others who are in the Submas community!