#they were SNUGGLING in another rp at the time

[fortheb0ys]

Need at least three dicks. Hendricks, Taylor and Khail. One for everyhole. I would give Khail a special treatment with bj because he is just our silly little boy and imo he if fem farah. Anyway. Also Khail makes me want to cuddle him. Like cuddles snuggles all the way. Also i want to Peg Hendricks. Peg not fuck. Taylor also will be fine but Hendricks. His smile is just so cute. Also i need more bots with them on all ai apps. Did i write it just because i noticed you fangirling Taylor? Maybe , did im gonna write oneshot from stuff i writen ealier ? Maybe , but first i need to write another fanfic. It will be inspired by codfan art . Did i Ask author of the fanart if i can write it and after getting premission i stayed quiet for few months already ? Yes. But i'm close to finishing planin the lore so be patient. But maybe writing one shots from Black ops isn't so bad for start....

Smiling hendricks

Also i want him to treat the strap like he is treating this chocolate thingy:

(pic by me)

Im horny. And sleepy. Dominik horny sleepy little fella. Like i wake up at 4am, fall back asleep and wake up at 6 and didn't even take a nap after it. Going to sleep and write some freaky stuff.

ALSO IM PLANING ROLEPLAY WITH MY POOKIE. BO3 ZOMBIES. AKA PRIMIS CREW AS 2024 OLDER TEENAGERS PLAYING MINECRAFT TOGETHER(RP WILL BE IN MC) ANYONE WANT TO JOIN ???? ITS GONNA BE SFW. ALL OCS WELCOME BUT WE NEED SOMEONE FOR THE ZOMBIE CREW

Khail my baby boy getting special treatment. I need him where I can see his pretty face. He's front and center. Your eyes locked with his as your mouth works at his cock. His pretty brows knitted together. The pleasure changes his face, somehow making more breathtaking than it already is.

You could get lost in those eyes and that you did. A sharp kick to your side reminds you of the added company. Hendricks is under you, demanding for shared attention. Your cock slipped out of his needy hole and as you were preoccupied with Khail, you had completely forgotten to stuff Hendricks back full.

Giving a huff around Khail's dick, you blindly guide your cock back in it's rightful place. You continue to suck and keep a rythm at the same time. As you were finally getting into it, a small whine reminds you that Taylor was left neglected. You take your eyes off Khail and let them fall on Taylor. His cock painfully red and weeping.

Your hand wraps around his hip and pull him closer. It's hard to maneuver around, pinned by both Khail and Hendricks but you find a way to reach behind Taylor. Spreading his ass, your fingers begin stretching his aching hole. A gentle hum sounds from deep in Taylor's throat. It's content and satisfied. Though he much rather throw Hendricks off of you, being the one to get fucked stupid on your cock, he'll take your skilled fingers as a win.

His hums turn into moans and grunts as you find yourself into your rythm again. Out of the three of them, Taylor was surprisingly the loudest. Maybe it was the long years of military service, spending quality time with just his right hand, that made him more sensitive than the others. His noises didn't seem to please Hendricks much, as Taylor let out a pained yelp. At first you thought you'd hurt him but as you pulled yourself off Khail, looking down you see Hendricks teeth buried into Taylor thigh.

You give him one deep thrust against his prostate, making Hendricks forget his problems with Taylor. His tip drips white. He's close, you think they all are.

Multitasking is something you're working on. Taking time for everyone as well as rewarding the most well behaved. Khail found him with your attention most of the time as Taylor and Hendricks were at each other throats to be your favorite.

The demand is tiring and you're just as close as the rest. You lap at the underside of Khail's cock, the vains dancing on your tongue. The salt taste fills your senses as he finishes down your throat. You swallow everything, licking his tip to not waste a single drop.

One down, two more to go.

Your fingers make quick work of Taylor's greedy hole. He takes in a third as the stretch becomes a burning pleasure. His grips your shoulders trying to steady himself as he begins to shake uncontrollably, as orgasm ripples through his body as he cums completely untouch.

Now all eyes are on Hendricks.

He smiles wide as your attention falls solely on him. You're pulled down into a rough kiss as you nail his prostate making him see stars. With a few more lazy thrusts, he cums screaming. He's completely lost in lust rotten brain as you follow shortly after cumming in his twitching walls.

With your last bit of strength you push yourself off Hendricks and fall onto the filthy sheets. Breathless you begin to let sleep overtake you, unwilling to do anything about the mess. Your eyes fall heavy as you fall asleep to the sound of Hendricks bickering with Taylor on who gets to cuddle you. A heavy weight curls up next to you as Khail takes the opportunity to be the one to hold you.

Pookie, if you write a fic I'd eat it up😭🫶 Writing these gave me life! I love the idea of having all of them in bed.

[silvergolddraco28]

PS! Looking for RPers and/or co writers! Cross-posted on AO3!

Previously slightly abbreviated:

“This isn't my realm… this isn't my reality.”

“Lilith left sooner… but Charlie stayed until she became and adult.”

‘Better make my way to the Hazbin and see if i can't help this Charlie with her dreams sooner.’

Lucifer pocketed the phone, quickly getting out of the unstable building and making it for the nearest territory to get his bearings on which district he currently was in Pentagram before heading to Charlie's Happy Hotel before Alastor had renamed it the Hazbin Hotel.

()()()()

Lucifer gazed up at the building that was more or less falling apart with a minor internal cringe. ‘This place isn't fit for someone to live inside without coming too hard. I should know i enforced the building standards and have it all run by Hellborn companies for that very reason.’ Lucifer thought making his way up to the door of the hotel holding one of Charlie’s posters in his claws he had been able to snag from a lamppost being it got graffitied or ripped to shreds. He knocked on the door hearing a noise from inside before a frazzled-looking Charlie opened the door blinking her eyes at him in mild confusion. “I thought dragon dinners were extinct…” she muttered.

“Sinner?” Lucifer repeated giving the air he had literally entered Hell or at least this version of Hell.

Charlie had a look of sympathy as she pulled Lucifer inside closing the door behind her. “A Sinner is what we call a human soul that has died and didn't pass the judgment system Heaven has.” Charlie explained patiently. “Oh! How rude of me, I'm Charlie. I run this Hotel with the end goal of redeeming Sinners but for now it's more or less a Sanctuary for anyone who wants to get help.” Charlie introduced herself. She waved her hand over the lobby showing familiar faces. “The sinner in red is Alastor, our Hotelier. The female sinner in uniform is my girlfriend Vaggie and my personal guard. The spider sinner is our first resident, Angel Dust and finally the two flying goats are my assistants Razzle and Dazzle.” Charlie grinned as the two demonic goats sniffed the air around him before immediately pouncing him with hugs and kisses soon joined in by KeeKee.

His wings flapped a little to keep him upright from the unexpected force as he laughed at the ticklish kisses and cuddles. “Sorry… even in Life animals would snuggle and cuddle with me no matter what kind.” Lucifer stated after all he did technically die after he Fell from Heaven is it wasn't a complete lie.

“Geeze, don't think the two munchkins and the cat actually liked anyone but you Toots.” Angel’s familiar drawl stated as Lucifer rubbed the back of his head.

“yeah yeah make the Disney Princess reference in front of the dragon.” Lucifer huffed with a small pout as Charlie giggled at the interaction.

“Guess i should introduce myself as well.” Lucifer stated already knowing what he would use. “Samuel. Samuel Cain.” ‘Can't believe i have to use my old name and borrow Cain’s for this but i want to stay undercover as long as i can.’

Charlie grinned. “Is Sam fine?” Charlie asked.

“Sammy is better if you don't mind. I also see this place needs a lot of TLC.” Lucifer pointed out while trying to ignore the red eyes of the infernal Radio Demon partly glaring at him with suspicion. ‘Fuck off Bambi. I'm not letting you manipulate my daughter this time around and no way in Hell am i letting any version of myself being her down like i did.’ Lucifer thought to himself.

TBC…

EVENTUALLY…

one can hope…

Mini Rant to get out my feelings

Here is the rough part 2 that will hopefully help me get some interest in this AU or in any of my other prompts.

I'm starting to lose a lot of hope in getting anyone to RP with me more then a few days before going radio silent and bowing out.

I must be really really really bad for the entire community to basically avoid me.

[quill-pen]

A Father's Regret

Based on one of the many, many, many impromptu RPs/character convos @rom-e-o and I get wrapped up in.😅 Honey, I've RPed more in half a year with you than I have my entire life of fandom. I suppose there's no stopping now.

Warnings: Depression mostly, I guess; nudity and implied sex, but nothing at all graphic. Um... hauntings maybe?

Summary: Marley returns to the Scrooge household to deliver a very important message.

Theme:

Jacob Marley was a damned soul, doomed to wander the ends of the earth for all eternity; no rest, no peace. A soul riddled with regret for things he hadn't done, things he had done, and things he was now unable to do as he traversed the world and witnessed its many horrors and hardships.

Not among the least of these regrets were the ones he had in terms of his attempts at being a husband and a father--i.e. attempts he hadn't made. And for his folly, the pain and suffering in the world had only grown and claimed yet another innocent victim; that victim being his own daughter. If he possessed any right to call her that or think of her in such way; he'd abandoned her after all.

Perhaps that was why the ghost had decided to return to London, yet again, on this stormy, August night; making his way through the gloomy, rainy streets of the old city to the familiar, three-story, brick house on Craven Street, his chains and safes rattling and clanking behind him.

Scrooge Manor, as it was called now, was a thriving and bustling home compared to what it had been the first time Marley had ever seen it and the first time he'd visited old Scrooge on that fateful Christmas Eve just a few years ago. The roof was repaired and leakless, perfect for this dreary, stormy night; the windows were all replaced and unboarded with new, freshly painted shutters; the chimneys, one now spewing out a lazy curl of gray smoke, had been torn down and built back up with new brickwork; old crumbling places of the walls of the house had been rebricked as well. And the front flowerbeds, though looking dull at the current moment, were chocked full of a variety of flowers and growing shrubbery. The building actually looked like a place someone might actually want to live in from the outside.

When Marley glided ethereally through the front door, leaving an icy impression of his visage around the doorknocker as he did so, he found the inside to be even more homey than the outside. Floorboards had been replaced and were polished to a sheen; new wallpaper had been put up; the railings and staircases had been repaired and polished; the chandelier above looked cared for and regularly used--extinguished but slightly melted candles adorned it now; a large, plush, round, timelessly stylish carpet graced the floor Marley hovered above. Not only did the house look like a place someone might want to live in--it looked like a place somebody did live in. Or rather somebodies.

Jacob slowly floated up the stairs to the second floor and down the hall. His chains softly clinking, the ghost slowly swept down the hall, gazing about him at countless more changes and repairs that had been made since he was last there, everything bearing a soft and lovely feminine touch. The biggest change of all was that a number of the rooms were now occupied. As he poked his head through a wall or door in investigation of the snoring he heard on the other sides of them, Marley found children in each room, boys and girls of varying ages. They were all soundly asleep, snuggled into big, warm beds under cozy quilts, most of them smiling happily as if right in the middle of wonderful dreams. The littlest girl cuddled a soft, stuffed toy as she slumbered. All of their faces were scrubbed clean, the girls' hair braided neatly back for the night, their sheets looked tidy, their pillows fluffy: They all appeared well looked after and tenderly cared for. Even in his dismal state of existence, it was enough to bring a little smile to the specter's ghoulish face. When he found good, old Prudence deeply asleep at the end of the youngest boy's bed, his smile broadened. The sheer amount of love and affection in this house was palpable, tingling through Marley's phantom body and warming it ever so slightly.

The spook moved on down the hall, past pictures new and old to the next set of stairs. He came out on the top floor. He paused for a moment, gazing at the large, mahogany door in front of him, listening intently both for sounds and to the energy in the air. There was just a hint of electricity lingering in the air that had nothing to do with the storm outside. But overwhelmingly the energy was steady, smooth, warm, mellow, happy, and deeply ensconced in sensations of love and devotion. Ah, that meant to proceed with caution. Marley slipped silently through the door and, for the first time, found himself in the master bedroom of the home, the master and mistress of the manor asleep in their large, impressive, rosewood, four-poster canopy just feet away.

The pair laid tangled together, Bess almost directly beneath Ebenezer as his large, lanky frame curled over and around her smaller, stouter one. Her bare back was flush against his furred chest as the man's long right arm curled about her waist and held her close, Bess's own curling up against her belly to hold his hand on her ribcage. The woman's freckled face was burrowed against the feather pillows, while her man's face was nuzzled into the crevice of her neck, his long silvery locks mingling with the sea of her coal black waves. Their left hands were woven together at the fingers among the tangle of sheets and blankets, their matching wedding rings and Bess' moonstone ring glinting in the strobing flashes of lightning that managed to come through the breaks in the curtains. While the storm raged outside, the couple slept, completely undisturbed and as peacefully as their wards downstairs. Small little smiles creased their faces as well.

Marley couldn't help but notice how perfectly the pair fit together, as if they'd be crafted precisely for each other. Nor did it escape his attention how happy they looked. Terribly, terribly happy.

Though they were quite covered by the swirls of their sheets and each other, it was obvious the happy couple was in the nude, and Marley suddenly felt quite awkward. It seemed seeing one's daughter naked in bed with a man was just as awkward for an absentee father as any other. In all rights, he probably should have left, but he couldn't quite manage to pull himself away from the scene. It was... beautiful; his daughter and the man he'd considered to be a son and a friend, wrapped up together in pure, sweet bliss having finally found much-needed happiness and love in each other's arms. After his actions had helped to sow bitterness and pain in their lives, of course. Particularly Bess'.

The guilt and woe that beleaguered Marley every moment of his forsaken afterlife swelled up in the ghost and made him want to wail out his shame and sorrow, but he held it in. Such a peaceful, happy, and love-filled space as this was no place for such despairing cries, even if that was how he felt. This room, in this moment, deserved to be treated with as much reverence as a cathedral.

What had he done? Much more than damn himself to this misery for all eternity, what had he done to his own child? His selfishness and ignorance had spawned bitter hatred and hardship for the girl her entire life. Of course, much of that blame could also be shared with her mother--not even Marley was woeful and blind enough in his guilt to believe the blame lied solely upon his shackled shoulders; but there was no denying his actions had set the ball rolling down the path.

If only he'd snapped to his senses and realized what a blessing he'd had in Beatrice--a beautiful, young wife who had, beyond all accounts, honestly loved him and wanted to make him happy--and what a blessing he'd had in his daughter--now a clever, lovely, compassionate, strong woman who seemed quite capable of taking the very world by storm--things would have been so very different for all of them. He might never have been in these blasted shackles; Bess would never have grown up to be so scarred, both mentally and physically, and bearing pain no person should ever have had to bear; and Beatrice... she would never have taken that razor to her wrists or been doomed to her long-desired legacy of being a good mother being forever tarnished by her own daughter.

Yes, things would have been very different. Better. But even in his guilt, something told Jacob that a better ending would not have been the best ending for his daughter. And she deserved the best. Looking at her curled up so snuggly and happily in the embrace of her beloved, Jacob was sure this was the best for Bess.

Consequently, it was the best for Ebenezer, too, and he deserved it just as much after working hard to turn around years of ruin and earn his redemption. A redemption he perhaps might never have needed if it weren't for Marley, as well. Yes, many of Ebenezer's past hardships were all of his own doing, but, again, there was little argument Jacob had given that ball a significant push as well.

The chains around the spectre tugged, warning him it was drawing time to be moving on. There was no denying the chains; they commanded all. So, with the urging of the shackles, Marley did what he'd come here to do. It would not lessen his burden or change much of anything, but it was something that needed done regardless.

Moving down, closer to the bed so that he was just hovering above the sleeping couple, the ghost reached out his bony, clammy hand and stroked it ever so gently over the woman's dark crown. A few, faint ice crystals formed on the coal-black strands of her hair, creating a hauntingly beautiful effect: A tiara for the daughter of a ghoul. Then Jacob brought his hand down to just barely caress the backs of his fingers against Bess' cheek. If phantoms had been capable of shedding tears, Marley would have shed them as the regret welled up ever more greatly inside him.

"I'm so sorry," he declared in a ghostly whisper. "I am so sorry, Bess, my most blessed child. I know an apology from beyond the grave from a fool you never knew and have no reason to hold any regard for will mean little to you, but I am most heartily and humbly sorry for the heartache I've helped bring upon you, my girl. If it is any consolation at all, know that abandoning you and your mother is my greatest regret. There is nothing but regret in me--regret and sorrow and shame."

He bowed his head closer to kiss the woman's temple, leaving more frost on her hair. "But also know," he rasped right into her ear, "that, in the brief moments between regret, sorrow, and shame, is nothing but the most brilliant pride for you, my daughter. Pride for the woman you've become; pride for how you haven't allowed the world to corrupt you as it has so many others; pride for the strides you have taken and those I know you will take in making this harsh globe a better one. You've already made a decent start--keep going and, for the fear of rattling chains, never let the momentum stop."

He kissed her once more. "Goodbye, my Bess. I doubt you shall ever see me again, but I shall see you. And I shall be filled with greater pride each occasion I do."

With that, Jacob turned his attention to the sleeping man wrapped almost double around his daughter. "You've done well, Scrooge, old boy," he said. "Very well done indeed. I see no chains. For the sake of everything good and decent, keep that weight off."

Jacob's gaze fell back to his daughter, and he thought of all those precious little souls asleep downstairs. "Take care of them, Ebenezer," he murmured. "Take care of them and cherish them forever. Take it from a regretful old fool: You never know what you have until it's gone."

The chains jerked, pulling Jacob away from the bed and to the windows. The phantom let them take him and wailed for misery as he passed through the curtains and glass back out into the torrential night.

At a particularly loud crack of thunder, Bess stirred and cracked open her eyes with a moan. The vague impression of a ghostly voice whispered through her sleep-addled mind as she slowly rose up onto an elbow and blearily gazed around the darkened bedroom. She saw nothing. Could it have been nothing more than a dream? Perhaps mixed with the sounds of the storm? Possible. However, Bess had never experienced any such dream before.

The sensation of cold--bitter cold--finally registered in Bess' mind as it came more into the present and out of the warm darkness of slumber. She reached up and touched the side of her face where the sensation seemed to emanate. It, in fact did emanate; her cheek was frozen and numb to the touch, as if she'd been standing out in a blizzard in the dead of winter. But it was only isolated to the left half of her face--the rest of her was snug and toasty, tucked into the cocoon of her sleeping hubby.

Peculiar. It all got even more peculiar when Bess felt ice crystals in her hair as she brushed her finger through it. Frost? In August? And just on her hair in a couple different spots?

She had to be dreaming. Surely she had to be dreaming! This had to be some sort of lucid dream-state where she only thought she was awake but was actually still sound asleep. Yes, that was it--lucid dreaming.

Her sleepy brain satisfied with that explanation, and with Ebenezer sleepily tightening his grip around her to draw her back in again, Bess rolled over and lay back down. Snaking her arms about her man, she snuggled as close as possible into his broad chest and closed her eyes as she nuzzled into his chest hair. A deep sigh of contentment left her as her lungs filled with his scent. She lazily pressed kisses to the man's sternum, her mouth curving slightly into a soft smile again. By the time Ebenezer had enclosed his arms around her again, Bess was already slipping off to Dreamland to rejoin him. But even as she did, in the back of her mind was the voice she could have sworn she'd heard, whispering great regrets, but also great praises in equal measure. And, somehow, that made her feel even warmer and more content than ever before.

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[winterpower98]

I'm imagining what it would have been like if Ri Shi, Yue Shi and Nightshade were all born at the same time. Like somehow things worked out where Nightshade's egg, and a surprise egg they became the twins happened at the same time. They hatched one after the other or at the same time.

The chaos of having triplets mixed with the surprise of it all. Ri Shi and Yue Shi snuggling around Nightshade to protect them, tails interlinked or wrapped around their sibling. Queenie making a spider silk blanket big enough to cover all three of them. Ri Shi being protective of her baby sibling. Them climbing together, though the twins are curious about how their sibling can climb on the ceiling.

Nightshade making their first toy and giving it to their siblings to share. Yue Shi telling stories to them. Ri Shi dancing as the three of them listen to music. They seem to have a link that helps them figure out if one of them is in trouble or upset. Sharing their food and toys with one another. Ri Shi or Yue Shi looking at Queenie and calling her mama while Nightshade calls for their aba and baba.

Sorry for the tangent. Just had to share the sweet picture I was having.

THAT IS SO DAMN SWEET

This actually reminds me of an RP @elianaroselight and I have where Nightshade was born after the eclipse twins so Ri Shi and Yue Shi ate learning how to interact with them

[davidkarofskyindie]

alphamales-rp (Kurt/Blake)

@alphamales-rp continued from (x)

Blake had been watching the game when he heard the door not far from the living room open and shut, he looked up with a smile as his beautiful boy walked through the door, “Hey—” he started but was cut off with Kurt’s exclamation, which, if anyone else had done it, would’ve immediately pissed him off, but coming from Kurt, it made him smile and laugh softly, “What happened, babe? C'mere,” he said, gesturing for the other to join him on the couch with one hand while the other turned the volume of the television down and he listened to Kurt talk about his day, “Hmm, well, I’ll have to think about that,” he teased, pretending to be serious, “Maybe if you made me a really good offer … something worth staying home for …” he hummed, tugging the other into a series of kisses, “I love that you think you’re polite,” he teased with a little laugh, scooping the other up a little so he could position Kurt on his lap and lay his head on Blake’s chest, “Take a deep breath, baby, you’re home now.”

Kurt almost dropped his bag and went to the couch, promptly snuggling against Blake without another thought. He just felt really safe with the other man, being held by him took away the annoyance of the day. "Oh I had possibly the worst customer of the day, one of those ones who asked for something very difficult and detailed that I delivered because I'm a miracle worker, and she then claimed to have asked for the exact opposite and when I presented her with the signed contract showing what she asked for she accused me of forging her signature... so yeah, I'm against all people for the next day" he said in almost a single breath, barely able to contain the anger that had bubbled underneath the surface the entire way home. His anger only broke with the playful teasing which made him giggle the entire way to being moved "I'll have you know I'm incredibly polite when people deserve politeness... I have standards after all" he joked, moving contently so he was snuggled into the man's chest "Yeah, home... home free" he whispered while he snuggled into the man "So, offer to stay home... hmm, so many things I could suggest" he turned his head a little to look at the game, seeing they were entering half time. He took a moment to think about it before he turned back to his partner with a tiny grin, hands on his chest "Pick a team... right now, the team you think is going to win" he whispered sweetly, looking into Blake's eyes as innocently as he could "If your team wins, I'll let you tear my clothing off and do me anywhere you want, even against the window or something like that... you get to take me however you want, ruin a very nice outfit, all that fun stuff" he whispered, grinning as he played with the front of his partner's shirt "But if your team loses, then you have to put on that cockring we got and I ride you until I decide I'm done and maybe if I'm nice I'll let you finish then... think that sounds like a good reason to stay home?" he whispered "...I have a lot of pent up energy to get out after my day so might as well use it for something fun, right?"

[kokorowoutsu]

-- RP: @pkmn-spira

pkmn-spira:

The Champion of Galar going through something similar, hm? That's interesting. Then again, this Leon is from another timeline, so circumstances can be different between two same individuals from different continuities. It still is interesting and worth nothing, however. Alas, Morgan would wait Ashe out, as she observed what she did. It didn't take much to guess that this is a way to appease the forest. To make sure that it won't rage on and be a problem for other passers-by. She can feel it too, the thickened energy from the forest being enraged now thinning out back to normal, bearable levels. At least the levels bearable for an ordinary human being.

"Very well. We go by foot, then." She would try insisting, but she had a feeling that Ashe would still counter-insist that its fine if they traveled by foot. Hence, the Fairy Elite Four would not really try to argue on her offer. "Follow me, then." She stated, as she led the way once more. Indeed, the offering Ashe had made certainly worked, as their path to the exit wasn't obstructed much, nor did the path forked onto other directions that would have gotten them lost. And soon enough, they were out of Fae Deepwoods, the road ahead now revealing a path straight forward onto a cave, while another path forked to the left that ascended onto an observatory of sorts.

"Ahead of us would lead us onto Blackout Cave. As the name suggests, its pitch dark inside, though that's easily remedied by having light sources at the ready anyway. The other path branches off to the direction of Cosmos Observatory. Coincidentally, our Psychic Gym Leader also both runs the place and set it up as her base of Gym operations." She explained. "That does remind me, I do have to give something to said Gym Leader. Now, I know you guys aren't in a rush, so I do hope you do not mind if we head there first, before then traversing Blackout Cave?" And in a sense, it also would fit with them familiarizing themselves around.

As they traveled, Ashe could feel the Deepwood easing up on them at least this one time. Lucky for her she made offerings on the daily and carried them with her... just in case. You never knew. Once out of the forest, the family took a moment to look around at their surroundings. Spira was no different from any other region, but not as hot as Hoenn and Alola and definitely not as cold as Sinnoh. Ashe would put it somewhere like Kanto or Unova depending on where you went if she was honest.

"Not a problem." Ashe noted Willow laying down and snuggling into the Luxray her father owned, the large cat looking back with a purr. It seemed this would be a long trip, so getting a nap in wouldn't hurt the five year old in the slightest. "You got the time at all?" She asked Morgan out of curiosity. Noting Lucky releasing his ribbons to all but her, the Sylveon's ears twitched as Leon took a moment to praise his Luxray, Lancelot.

"If it'll take us a bit to get there, we can maybe stay in the town overnight if it's alright? I try not to break Willow's schedule if I can."

[skzmaxx]

:: HOME IS YOU ::

>> M I N S U N G <<

oneshot! minsung : [ minho + jisung ] skz

genre : slight angst? ,, fluff ,, omegaverse

tw ¡! slight mention of panick attacks

word count : 1229

[ rp ] collab with a friend ^^

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It was barely four in the morning when Jisung’s eyes shot open, but his heart was racing and he swore it felt like there were bricks sitting atop his chest. He scrambled out of bed, gasping for air as his eyes filled with tears.

He was no stranger to anxiety attacks, nor to nightmares, but they never seemed to get easier despite that fact. Hell, he didn’t even understand why this was happening — the night had been so good, and when he’d fallen asleep he felt loved, and happy.

So why now?

Perhaps there wasn’t an explanation for it at all. Sometimes there really just wasn’t. Sometimes his anxiety would act up for no reason at all, like his brain was at war with his body simply for existing. It would send him nightmares that he remembered as nothing but a blur of panic by the time he woke up, leaving him floundering and terrified, just as he was now.

Plushie clutched tightly in his hands, he shuffled out of the room, half stumbling as he made his way towards Minho’s room as if on autopilot. He may not know what caused these attacks, but he did know where to find the sweet soul that could always tug him back down to earth, would always be there with open arms, able to soothe Jisung in a way he’d never been able to soothe himself.

Minho. It was always Minho.

Sniffling, he fumbled with the doorknob with shaking hands before he was able to push the door open and step inside.

— M-Minho-hyung? — He calls in a small voice, clutching his stuffie to his chest with shaking hands and hoping his friend won’t be upset with him for waking him up.

Before Minho had heard Jisung call for him, his instincts had automatically kicked in, having smelled the distressed hormones of the omega, making him stir awake. Waking up in the middle of the night was already a routine for him, knowing that at one point or another he would have his best friend snuggled into his arms and they both would end up falling asleep together.

Was he complaining though? Not even one bit.

With messy hair and sleepy eyes, he sat up, looking at the doorway with an understanding smile and with his arms already open. Just as the 1000th time Jisung had done that, the younger had practically barrelled into Minho’s arms the moment he was beckoned forward, his plushie falling forgotten on the bed now that he had a much, much better thing to hold tight.

— Shh, it's okay, baby. There, there. — Minho patted his back, letting the other get comfy. — Let's put you back to sleep, hm? — he said calmly and softly, pulling both himself and the younger under the sheets, keeping him close and releasing some of his comforting hormones so the younger would feel more at ease, knowing he was safe and in good arms.

The omega pressed his nose right to the alpha’s scent gland, letting his orange-cinnamon scent flood his senses. His hiccuped sobs slowly ebbed into sniffles as his hyung’s presence replaced the anxiety in each of his senses.

Minho smelled like home, and Jisung knew he was safe. Minho’s arms around him were all he could feel now, instead of the painful grip of panic in his throat and chest. He could hear Minho’s soothing, gentle words, shushing and cooing at him and pulling him back down to Earth. And if he opened his eyes, there he was — MinhoMinhoMinho.

God, he was lucky.

Han focused on his best friend’s gentle voice, letting the anxiety bleed out of him until he was relaxed in Minho’s arms, his tears reduced to nothing more than the occasional sniffle now.

— I’m sorry for waking you, hyung, — he whispered at last, nearly twenty minutes after stumbling through Minho’s door.

He always apologised, no matter how many times Minho has assured him it’s alright. Even reduced to a puddle of sleepy, sad omega in his hyung’s arms, he still felt bad every time. Surely it had to be annoying to Minho, for his sleep to be interrupted by a snivelling Jisung night after night.

Minho listened attentively to Jisung's apologies, his heart filled with both understanding and a tinge of sadness. He knew that Jisung had a tendency to apologize excessively, even for things that were beyond his control, things even Jisung himself knew weren't his fault. It was a habit born out of his caring nature and the desire to remain in peace.

Placing a gentle kiss on Jisung's soft brown hair, Minho offered a reassuring smile, as always. — Jisung, you don't have to keep apologizing. I've told you countless times that there's no need for it. You never have to apologize for seeking comfort or expressing your fears. We're here for each other, remember?

The omega's eyes met Minho's midst darkness, even though it was hard to see, Minho could tell they were filled with gratitude and a touch of vulnerability.

— I know, Min, it's just... I'm always a burden to you and... I just don't want to keep making you feel like you have to take care of me.

Minho's expression softened, his voice filled with gentle reassurance. — Ji, we are one. We support each other through thick and thin. Sharing fears and vulnerabilities won't make you a burden, it will just make our friendship stronger. Being friends isn't only meant for happy moments, we're also here to lift each other up, to provide comfort and understanding. So please, don't hesitate to lean on me when you need it.

Jisung nodded, a mixture of relief and gratitude washing over him. He knew that Minho's words held a deep truth— one that he needed to let sink in. Over time, he hoped to shed the habit of unnecessary apologies and fully embrace the trust and support that his hyung so openly offered.

Minho wrapped an arm around Jisung's waist, pulling him closer into his warm embrace, if that was even possible. They had some work to do.

Jisung found himself wishing fairly often that he could express to Minho just how much he appreciate him. Yes, he made sure to tell him whenever the opportunity presented itself, and yes, he knew Minho knew, but sometimes his words never felt like enough.

He supposes that’s more because of the nature of their relationship than because of his own lack of words, really. This thing that they share is so special, and so precious, that it nearly makes sense that words aren’t quite enough.

It’s because of this, in part, that he is so lucky that Minho just gets him, in a way no one else does. He can read Jisung from a mile away; he always knows which touches mean ‘please hold me’ and which tears mean he needs to talk, instead. He knows that just now, when Jisung whispers a ‘thank you’ into his ear, that it means so much more than just a simple thanks.

Jisung presses his face into the crook of the alpha’s neck again, feeling exhausted now that he’s calmed down. He feels spacey, almost floaty as Minho wraps a strong arm around his waist, securing them flush against one another under the covers, making Jisung feel more safe than he does anywhere else in the world.

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WASTELAND AUUUUUUUUUUUUUU *screaming & crying*

i LOOOOOOVE AUS WHERE WUKONG TAKES THE SAMAHDI FIRE YEAHHHHH… this is gonna be so COOL PLEASE drop more lore soon i am LOOKING 👀👀👀👀

what if i told you they're both still horribly bitter and still hate each other's guts throughout this entire thing

[loveislattes]

In The Alleyways After Dark (Anti/Reader smut drabble)

Commission/Request prompt: Consensual non-con Rp with Anti

-Written in 10 minutes or less-

Important: Reader is genderneutral! This is an edit from one of my 2018 kink prompts!!

Warnings: SMUTTY THINGS. CONSENSUAL non-con roleplay, degradation, name-calling, dirty talk, public sex, unprotected sex

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Your cheek burned as it scraped the concrete wall, and you cried out instinctively, trying to turn from the pain.

“I told ye to shut the FUCK UP!”

A rough smack landed brutally on your ass and you knew immediately it would leave a mark for quite some time; As would you feel the burn he was causing between your legs with his huge cock.

“P--Please,” you whimpered.

“Nuh- Oh, ye want more now, huh? Yer beggin’ me now?” he snarled huskily.

“No! Please stop!” you gasped out.

The wetness seeping down your legs argued with the words coming from your mouth, but you’d never admit to your assailant that what he was doing felt good.

“Mmmm, no. I think ye like this. I feel how tight yer gettin’ on me. Yer one dirty slut, aren’t ye? Getting off at some stranger fuckin’ ye in the back alley.”

His words made you blush and you wished you could run away from all the embarrassment, but he held you down. Any struggle you presented, he quickly thwarted with a smack to the bottom or a rough thrust up into your hole.

“Oooh. Oo--ohfuck!” he grunted, catching your attention raptly, “Gonna come in this tight hole of yers. Yer gonna have me in you for a long time, babe. Isn’t it fucking great?”

His thrusts grew even rougher, smashing your chest against the wall as his other hand reached down to the front of your sex.

“Yer gonna come with me and yer gonna fuckin’ like it. Come on, take it like a good slut.”

Whimpering, you tried to turn your face away from his hot breath but the scratching of the concrete was too painful so you were forced to endure his warm lips mere millimeters from your face.

“No, don’t make me,” you whined, despite your legs already shaking and threatening to give way.

“I’ll never let it be said that my partner goes without,” he retorted, the grin obvious in his voice as you protested.

Between his brutal pace and his skilled fingers, you found yourself teetering right on the edge of climax. And then he bit you, hard, right on the apple of your cheek.

“FUCK!”

Pleasure blinded you as you convulsed around his cock, unintentionally milking him for every drop of cum he had. You felt dirty as he immediately released you and pulled out.

“That was good. Thanks, sweetcheeks. Maybe we’ll see each other again sometime soon,” he chuckled between frantic breaths.

You listened to his footsteps retreat as you rested there against the wall, immovable as you caught your breath. A sick sense of satisfaction filled your chest as his release slowly trickled out from your hole to mix in the slick already coating your thighs.

Tiptoed footsteps caught your attention and then suddenly hands were helping you get covered back up hastily.

Anti spun you around and you couldn’t help but grin at the rare blush across his face.

“Ye know… I was kinda against this at first, but I liked it,” he admitted, “Ye really like stuff like that, huh?”

You nodded simply and reached up, pulling him into an easy kiss. Some gentle contact was needed after that scene.

“Come on, let’s get inside and I’ll snuggle ye until ye feel better,” he murmured.

Despite usually being against it, you allowed him to carry you inside and reveled in his sweet care.

[high-functioning-lokipath]

10 - A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it.

AND

11 - Morning kisses that are exchanged before either person opens their eyes, kissing blindly until their lips meet in a blissful encounter.

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You woke up to the feeling of something on your eye. Too tired to look, you simply batted it away.

"Ow!" Loki exclaimed, your hand making contact with his face.

"Sorry, babe, but you were kissing my eye," You chuckled, snuggling into him further.

"I wasn't looking," He admitted. Trying again he landed on your forehead and nose before finally finding your lips.

"That's better," You said. Reluctantly you decided to open your eyes. Loki still had his closed, lying peacefully on his pillow, hair messily spread out around his head. You reached up, ruffling his hair further. He opened one eye and smirked at you.

"Now you're in for it," He said. Rolling over on top of you he started tickling your sides mercilessly.

"Loki! Loki! Stop!" You laughed, trying to push him off. Both of you were grinning, enjoying the peaceful morning. Finally Loki stopped, still smiling as he stared down at you. "Loki, I really should get dressed. I have to meet up with Cap to go over the last mission."

"If you must," He replied with a sigh. Rolling over he laid back on the bed, letting you get up, and drifted off again.

A while later, he woke up to find a note from you on the nightstand. You promised to be back by noon. Looking at the clock he saw it was about 9am so he got up and decided to surprise you with lunch. As he prepared the meal, he realized something was off. Like he was missing or forgetting something. He shook it off and finished cooking.

“Honey! I’m home!” You called out, walking in the door. Loki grinned when he heard your voice. You ran up to him and kissed his cheek quickly before running off to the bedroom to get changed.

“That’s it!” He exclaimed, following you quickly.. “You didn’t kiss me before you left!”

“Darling,” You chuckled. “If I may remind you, you kissed me a few times this morning.”

“That’s different,” He whined, pouting pitifully. “You always give me a kiss right before you leave and right away when you come home.” You smiled, walking over to him and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Well, how about I make up for it?” You said, kissing him again.

“Hm, it might take a few more to make me forgive you,” He teased.

“Oh you’re in for it now, Mischief!”

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[starlightrows]

Unrequited

Hunter reflects on a single mistake that has led him to months of quiet misery

(Based on a Wrecker/reader RP— meant to explore this side story that isn’t part of the main storyline)

If he had known all those months ago that he would be in this situation now, he either wouldn’t have said anything or he would have gotten the guts to say something for himself.

Hunter always had trouble putting his own needs and desires first. It was always about his brothers. Their health and happiness.

So when he noticed his larger… but younger brother staring longingly at the same girl he couldn’t take his own eyes off of… of course he nudged him and encouraged him to talk to her.

Hunter had talked to girls before. Had a handful of one night stands. Wrecker had too, as far as he knew. But this girl was special. She worked around the batch, treated all of them kindly and with respect. She was funny and smart, and seemed to genuinely appreciate each member of the group for who they are.

Hunter wanted to ask her to dance that night at the bar. Or get a drink and talk to her. Anything to be near her intoxicating scent. But Wrecker was quiet… for the first time in his life… all he could do was stare at her with big puppy eyes. Convinced that she would turn him down if he asked her to dance. How could Hunter not encourage him? What was the harm in the big guy asking her for one dance? He could always dance with her afterwards….

How was he supposed to know Wrecker would fall in love? How was he supposed to know she would fall in love with Wrecker? How could he have known that he would spend the next several months hearing his brother talk endlessly about his relationship with the beautiful, exciting, funny girl?

Things started getting serious when there was a turn in the war. When the plague kept the two of them apart for months on end… and she got sick. Hunter couldn’t stand it. Seeing his brother so utterly destroyed because he couldn’t reach her on the coms for over a week. When Wrecker finally broke down and cried because he couldn’t go on if she died. Hunter couldn’t share his own pain with anyone… that he also loved her, that it was one sided, that no one else in the universe knew, and that she could be dead or dying… His way of dealing with it was to comfort Wrecker and call in every favor he had to have a Coruscant guard go check on her.

He thought after they got engaged, the feelings would just go away… but they didn’t. Wrecker spent 3 months in the hospital after severe injuries in the field. That was the worst time for Hunter. Because she was inconsolable. Hunter tried to comfort her and take care of her… be her shoulder to cry on. He felt immense guilt during that time. But it was like he didn’t exist to her. Her whole world was on the bed in front of her, not wrapping a blanket around her shoulders from behind her.

He was somehow more miserable after that. She spent so much time in their barracks. Usually to take care of Wrecker. His heart ached when he would come into the barracks and see her sleeping peacefully with Wrecker in his bunk. Or hear her voice chatting and laughing through the door before he entered. There were times he could hear her… sighing in pleasure. He knew when they would be intimate when no one else was around… he could hear it if he was close enough to the barracks…. smell it even before stepping into the room, long after they had left. He knew if her shoulders and back were exposed, while snuggling with his brother…. he knew.

Their wedding was nice. A little odd as far as weddings go. But nice. But he couldn’t stay on the base afterwards. Hunter had readily agreed to find other accommodations for the rest of the batch while Wrecker and his pretty new bride enjoyed a sort of honeymoon. He almost didn’t need to. Crosshair had his girlfriend‘s apartment to be at. Echo went to visit his brothers in the 501st. Tech was happy enough to stay in a different barracks closer to the weapons lab. But Hunter. Hunter couldn’t even stand to be on the base. He took the ship, without permission and went to a base on another planet all together.

Things were better for a while. Hunter could largely ignore his feelings for her. Squash them down and avoid them all together. But when he smelled the change in her hormones…. when he pieced it together… when he realized she was pregnant. Hunter came apart. Privately of course. He found a dark quiet corner of the ship and let it all out. Cried until he couldn’t anymore. Cursed himself for being a coward. Cursed the maker for his jealously and greed. Questioned why he couldn’t let this go. And finally… accepted that he needed to move on. One way or another he had to find a way to move on from this. Be a good brother to Wrecker. A good brother-in-law to her. And a good uncle for their unborn child.

[thatonewannabedragon]

Bloom!

Bloom! 🏵

[A character that doesn't get nearly as much love as she should lol. So please don't mind that this is kind of a mess- Bloom is actually a character I have for a realms server, it's not a rp server but I made side lore for personal use lol. They're also one of the most "human" sonas of my overarching lore ;) Also TW for some light body horror.]

{Side note Bloom is, at the time of writing this she/they, but may switch to flower themed neos if we find any that work.}

Marigolds were often linked to the powerful strength of the sun and represent power, strength, and light that lives inside of a person. The marigold has also come to symbolize a feeling of despaired love. If someone has lost someone they love, whether it be by death or a broken relationship.

Bloom takes a break from building the bridge since it's raining. They should really build themself a house soon-

Not that she didn't love the greenhouse she made. The buzzing was like white noise, plus the bees have warmed up to them so they'll snuggle up occasionally on rainy days like today. But today Bloom couldn't relax, they were pacing circles around the azalea tree that grew from its center. Despite the ideal conditions for a nap Bloom couldn't shake this restlessness from herself. So instead of slowly working it out she went for a walk in the rain.

To be fair when you are an amnesiac you get used to just accepting weird feelings from doing x and y or just not remembering z exists at all. Bloom walked to the side to the middle of the mountain range they shared with the kind color mage. She was currently working on a bridge to connect their bases a bit easier but the supports were bothering them, it didn't look quite right yet. 

It was peaceful out here. The rain didn't bother Bloom much anyways and they could faintly hear the light pattering it made against the bamboo. It helped her ignore the slight writhing throughout their body. It seemed that the vines and flowers that are a part of herself finally noticed the rain. It was uncomfortable but it was also another fact they accepted about themself. Fragments of memories flashed briefly past their eye before everything settled again. 

Bloom sat in the rain for a little longer studying the bridge, long enough for the sun to start peaking out again. They felt much more relaxed now. As she walked back to the greenhouse a small patch of marigolds were left unnoticed in her wake, slowly blooming with the returning sun.

[viviskull]

A Closed Starter for @captainseamech​​ - RP: A Curious Lookout on the Beach

“Ya know..”  Whilst sitting in the far corner of the transformer’s lap, with Tide’s legs comfortably crossed over another, this small blue dame had absently been kicking at a few patches of water.  With the other already finding a cozy spot upon the beach shore (and with his tiny human friend snuggled up onto his lap), some curious waves of the ocean below seemed to brush against his lower legs; just seemingly almost close at nipping at Vivi’s heels, even despite how high up she was to not getting her shoes wet. Anyways, peeking out from the littlest shades she took underneath her companion’s figure, she gave his lower leg a light smack to grab his attention.  “.. Ya always seemed to have that odd tablet out whenever I come to see ya, sea man.”  Ah right, Sea Man, another affectionate nick this dame always managed to pull out from a hat.

If anything, on the rare occasion, she only ever seemed to say it to gain High Tide’s attention.  They weren’t exactly close per say, but this girl always acted like they were good friends; even in the beginning, too.  She was annoying at times, sure.  However, with how she always wormed her way into spending time with him (either always having a knack for finding him hiding in the strangest of places), a little company on the beach was always nice at least.

“What’s up with that thing anyhow?”  Vivi curiously asked.  “Ya got any interesting info on it I’m not allowed to see or something~?”

[misteria247]

It was quiet in the motel room save for the sounds of soft breathing and the tapping noise of a keyboard. Sitting in one of the uncomfortable chairs and typing away on his laptop, Sam gave a tired sigh and ran a large hand through his hair. It was one of those nights for the hunter, where he was exhausted yet unable to sleep. So to pass the time he'd began to do research for a possible hunt while his partner slept away in one of the motel beds. The hunter paused his typing and with a small tilt of his head looked towards the bed where his companion was sleeping soundly. The familiar form of Olidia laid peacefully in her bed, her chest rising and falling with each breath as she slept. Sam couldn't help but let out a small smile as he watched her. While she slept she looked like any other normal person.

Only she wasn't.

No Olidia Valree was anything but a normal person. Just like him, she was different from the rest. Olidia was a goddess, or rather more specifically the goddess of Life. A being as old as time itself, who had been sheltered from the world until very recently when Sam had dragged her away from her once isolated existence. It'd been an accident on his part, having unintentionally led his family to her forest while trying to get away from them in order to protect himself. In his moment of panic Sam had put Olidia in danger and in order to get to safety the goddess had been forced to leave the only home she'd ever known. Not that she complained, the young woman while nervous had refused to leave Sam on his own and thus the two had been stuck together ever since.

Sam frowned slightly as he thought about how Olidia had to leave her home and everything she'd ever known behind her just like him. Even though she had told him not to feel guilty over it, he couldn't help but dwell on it. If only he'd been more careful with his secret than he'd probably would still be hunting with his father and older brother Dean. He'd still have his secret meetings and training sessions with Olidia in her beloved forest where she'd teach him everything she knew about nature and life. Unfortunately lady luck didn't like Sam and he'd been discovered by his father. You see Sam Winchester was different from his father and older brother. He had a gift, a gift that put his life in danger with a family full of hunters.

Sam Winchester was a natural born witch. More specifically a witch with a knack for nature. All of his life Sam had the ability to make plants grow and thrive as well as other abilities only common in witches. And for a long time he'd dealt with it alone and unable to figure out how to control his magic. That was until he'd met Olidia. Once he'd stumbled upon the goddess and she'd agreed to teach him, the two began a beautiful friendship, one that still held strong even as they were on the run from people and monsters out to kill them. Sam was so lost in his memories that he'd failed to notice that the very person he'd been thinking about had woken up.

"Sam....? Why aren't you asleep....?"

Olidia asked in a sleepy voice startling Sam a bit. The witch looked at her and tried to give her a reassuring smile.

"I was just about to get ready to go to bed. Sorry for waking you up."

He said softly closing his laptop. Olidia waved a hand at him.

"No need to apologize....come lay with me so you will actually go to bed....."

She mumbled making Sam feel slightly embarrassed at having been caught. Even when half asleep the young woman knew that he would stay up. With a small sigh Sam got up from his chair and made his way towards the bed and got in next to his friend knowing that arguing with her would be pointless. As soon as he was under the blankets with her the small goddess snuggled up into his side and hugged him close, radiating warmth and comfort. Sam felt himself relax at her hug, the feeling of safety shrouding him. Olidia had always managed to make Sam feel relaxed with just a simple hug or touch.

"Goodnight Sam......sweet dreams....."

Olidia said softly in a drowsy manner before drifting into sleep again. Sam felt himself smile a bit at her and got more comfortable keeping an arm around her to give her the same comfort she gave him.

"Goodnight Oli."

Sam whispered back before closing his eyes to go to sleep, exhaustion finally winning out. Sam didn't know what the future held for him and his friend but he knew that as long as Olidia was there with him, he'd be able to face anything. After all......

Goddesses and witches stick together.

*Dust bunnies everywhere whoop. Okay so sorry this sucks it's been ages since I've written anything for Supernatural and for Olidia. I haven't been in the rping community for a good few years now so it took me a bit to get back into the Oli mindset. Now for context. Sam and Olidia are solely platonic in this, just two outcasts looking out for one another. Second this premise is loosely based off a very old rp I did with one of my old rping partners (I forget who they are blog wise and have no idea if they're even still on Tumblr so-). The only thing that was taken away from the rp was Sam being a witch. I kinda wrote this as writing practice basically. Sorry again if it sucks, and who knows I might write more for them in the future. Anyways if any y'all read this I hope you enjoyed it!*

[narrators-journal]

Stormy nights

Can you tell I favor Stan x Xeno in dr stone? Because I do lol. That’s why I wanted to write another thing for them. This time I just wanted...some soft for them, and the rp me and a friend have going kinda gave me this idea. I did my best to be respectful and portray Stanley well here, I hope it’s good!

Xeno awoke with a start to a booming clap of thunder and a flash of lightning. So, he sat there for a moment, blinking slowly in the darkness of his room and listening to the steady drum of the rain on the roof as his brain stewed in a mixture of sleep and consciousness. Finally, after a few moments, he turned and squinted at the other side of the bed, grimacing when he found it empty.            "Stanley? You alright?" he called, throwing his legs over the side of the bed and stumbling his way through the dark room and into the rest of the house, finding his friend and room mate sitting at the kitchen table with an ashtray next to him and a pack of cigarettes damn near gone in, judging from the still smoking butt among the others in the tray and his nearly finished one in his hands, a short amount of time. The NASA scientist sighed at the sight and just sat down beside the ex-soldier,            "Are you here right now?" He asked gently, glancing over at the tall man, who glanced back at him as he finished his cigarette and crushed it out, taking a moment before replying,            "Yeah, I'm fine, doll, no worries." he assured, but his friend knew from the forced calm in his words and his chain smoking that he wasn't. However, Xeno didn't reply, only leaning against Stan's arm and hooking his own with his, holding the limb against his cheek a bit and feeling the way Stanley's muscles tensed at the next deafening clap of thunder that shook the small house they'd shared ever since he'd been discharged from the military. They sat there in silence for a while, Xeno holding onto his friend's arm as he lit a fresh cigarette and took a long pull of the carcinogenic product and shakily breathed the plume of gray smoke out. Usually, Xeno'd berate and nag his childhood friend for smoking inside, let alone smoking so much, but he understood that it was either let him smoke, or risk him reacting horribly to the next strike of lightning outside of the window or window-rattling force of the next boom of thunder, so he didn't complain.              "Hey, I have an idea," he eventually offered, using his other hand to rub up his friend's arm and try to coax some of the tension from his muscles as he continued, "Why don't we go lay on the couch? You can lay on me and smoke, and we can watch tv while I mess with your hair or something relaxing like that," For another moment their eyes met, and Xeno could see the anxiety swimming in the icy depths of his room mate's eyes while he nodded,              "Sure, that'd be nice." Stan finally said, his voice a bit quieter, a tad strangled by the panic clawing at his throat. So, Xeno got up, went to the freezer to grab his friend a fresh pack of cigarettes from the carton he kept there, and went to their living room to lay down on the couch and flick the tv on. Stanley was close behind, laying on his back on Xeno's chest, bringing his ashtray as if it were a teddy bear, and getting settled with his friend while the scientist turned on a show the two had watched a few times at this point. It wasn't the first time the two had snuggled up together on the couch, so they didn't take long to find a comfortable set up where Xeno could drape his arms loosely around Stan's shoulders and neck with one leg dangling off of the couch and the other propped against the back cushion so his friend could lay on him, and Stan could have room to have one of his arms across his chest with his cigarette and the other either hanging loosely down or hooked behind him so that it was beneath Xeno. Together, they laid like that as the rain drummed down rhythmically and lightning and thunder crashed outside. Stan half focused on the show, using it as a mindless distraction with Xeno rubbing his shoulders or running his fingers through his silver-blonde hair now and then when he got too tense, or started shaking under overwhelming anxiety. Sometimes, when a particularly loud clap of thunder made the soldier grab onto him, holding his arm or wrist as if it were his last tether to this reality, Xeno'd calmly and gently walk him through grounding techniques,              "Touch three things and name three things you see, Stanley,"              "Hey, tell me the lyrics to your favorite song"              "Describe the living room to me detail please, sugar," Finally, every now and then Xeno'd gently instruct the soldier through a breathing technique meant to reset his fight-or-flight response, lessening the anxiety and panic that he could feel building with each bolt of electricity or rumble from outside,             "I want you to breath in for four seconds. one, two, three, four. Now hold it for seven. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, good. Now exhale for eight seconds." Those calm, steady instructions helped keep Stanley from a breakdown, and the feeling of his friend's arms around him brought him a comfort Xeno knew he couldn't express in the moment. Nonetheless, Xeno stayed with his friend, holding him and playing with his hair and doing his best to help the ex-soldier stay at least comfortable through the worst of the anxiety. They stayed like that through the night, cuddled up as the storm raged on outside until morning had trickled in weakly through the thick blanket of clouds. Stan didn't sleep once through the entire storm, and Xeno stayed up with him, watching the show and talking to him while he continued to smoke through another pack of cigarettes before the storm waned and Xeno began to notice the way Stan's icy blue eyes began to dull with exhaustion and drift shut. He at least managed to put out his last smoke before settling down on Xeno's chest and nuzzled into his arm while his other hand threaded through his hair, only staying awake a few more moments tops before his breathing relaxed, his heart slowed back to a calm, constant ba-dump, ba-dump, from the frantic beat it had reached before, and his glacial eyes drifted shut and remained shut. The sight brought a small smile to Xeno's face, and not too long after, he too drifted back off to sleep on the couch.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||First time experience||

You know what time it is? Drabble time. I know, it’s really really late. I been sick, tired, and well..so-so due to work and things. But I think I can write this and post now. For this one, Keith and Lance got invited to a special event to learn more about the Narutian orgy. They figure it was nothing too bad to experience. Well, they will learn for this first time.

What do you think? Read to find out.

Keith and Lance belong to the animated show Voltron and me since I rp as them as muses here.

The Narutians were created by and belongs to @multi-ocs-hangout

Hope you like. Grammar still is not perfect but writing for fun.

“I can’t believe we got invited to this thing. Do you really think they were really doing such things here?” Keith heard Lance speak again after they showed up near the area this event was being held at.

“You’ve asked me for the ninth time and YES! I’m told they do this sort of thing and it seems if your still going to keep asking about it, you’ll end up going crazy because of it.” he sighed to reach up and knock on the door but Lance stops him.

“I know that! Besides, that guy Kiyoshi is dating the prince I heard Soren right? He’s been through this and he really enjoyed it from what he said.” he didn’t know about it but saw Keith sigh and knock on the door. Their was no answer for a few moments before the door open showing one of the Narutian people that stood there looking at them. The Narutian was seriously tall but cute at the same time seeing a wagging tail behind him.

“Hello there. Are you here for our little special event? If so, please come on in~” he moves to open the door hearing some soft music inside. The two men look at one another and walks inside seeing the colors and different designs around. Seems they were really planning this to be a wonderful event. The other closes the door and goes ahead with following the Narutian inside the building.

“Ummmm, could we ask something?” Lance asked this to keep up with Keith. “We heard you all have a prince but..he’s not here?” he sees the other look back at the two. “Ohhh, you mean prince Soren. He’s not here with us this evening. He’s spending time with his own special one. But he has been to our little event. Maybe one day they will join us and you’ll see just how they have fun with us.” he explains walking down the hall till he stops in front of two double doors and opens it.

Keith and Lance looks but their eyes widen seeing more of his people but....they were sorta getting really close and personal. Some was snuggling against one or more of their kind. A few were kissing/making out with one another as another held some or watches. Some was even pleasuring the other while they were crying out in pleasure that leaves the two blushing red seeing this.

The one male Narutian that leads them there closes the door but looks to them. “Now, if you wish to join us please don’t be nervous. You’ll have to get used to the event so we will be happy to show you the wonders of it.” He purrs speaking to the two. They walk into the area but sees so many being all calm and just having fun. When they get to a small area, the male Narutian lets them sit down when the others were looking at the new guests, their tails wagging.

“Ladies..” He sees them blush to smile, closing their eyes with smiles on their faces. Lance noticed they were happy towards this but Keith sighed seeing them being flirted with by Lance.

“This is crazy, they all are just...” Lance started to say but Keith nudged him to just stay calm before seeing some female Narutians giggling to Lance that saw and he winks to them with a smile. They look at him to giggle again finding the humans silly but cute. He gives a nudge back seeing the two waving to him and Lance keeps flirting with them before two male ones walk over (A dark galaxy one and a dark red one coos to Lance seeing him look up.

“Ummm hello there.”

“Hello dear friend. You seem to be new here with us but you seem a bit shy either way.” He sits beside Lance with the other sitting down beside Keith. He looks to the other male seeing him look at him kindly with a smile. They were happily seeing everyone just being themselves to have a few now looking towards Lance and Keith. They blushed seeing one male even touching Keith’s cheek.

“You seriously cute up close. You seem really fascinating too.” he said this to see Keith blush worse while Lance was seeing the other male do the same thing. They find these two pretty interesting that they were smiling.

“Since this is your first time..” one said holding Keith in his arms.

“We’ll be sure you have fun and enjoy this experience.” the other said looking to Lance.

“U..ummm....” Both Keith and Lance blushed worse seeing this that they feel the others hands resting on their waists now being held gently. They lean in to gently nuzzle their cheeks, purring deeply towards them. Some of the others looks to the main humans as more crawl over to start touching Lance and Keith gently. They gasped from the touches feeling each stroke and poke leaving them shivering.

“Just relax....we’ll be sure you enjoy the sensation.” the two said before they purr to lean in and kiss Lance and Keith. Their hands still touched them but they were squirming in their hands that some was removing their clothing now. Now the two were dazed feeling the gentle touches and kisses to leave Keith and Lance naked in front of them. Now, these two were dazed before getting lost in the kisses of the gentle Narutians.