#time to go back on my other stuff now phew........

[caramelmochacrow]

ok. done making the drafts for all of my drawings. im gonna be drawing them based on how stressed out i will be if i drew it closer to the due date (the due date is 6/8-6/14 btw)

[biting-miguel-ohara]

Heat - Logan Howlett x ftm!Reader x Wade Wilson

A/N: Made myself blush while writing this 🤭 It’s the second longest story I’ve posted on this blog and most of it’s just filth, so I hope you all enjoy. Please let me know if I missed a warning! I know it’s a big chunk of them, but there’s a lot in this fic!

As always, don’t read if the warnings make you uncomfortable!!!

Written for this request

CW: Reader is a dog mutant; explicit sexual content; smut; humping pillows; Reader is in heat; Reader has canine characteristics; mentions of biting; Reader’s arousal is referred to as slick; Reader’s parts are called dick and hole; fingering; desperation; grinding; cursing; more humping; Logan, Wade, and Reader are all dating each other; Reader is called handsome, baby, baby boy, slut, pup, puppy, mutt, dog, and honeybunches; degradation; mentions of breeding; Logan and Wade are referred to as Reader’s owners; mention of pre-established rules; oral sex (Reader receiving); overstimulation; Wade and Logan kiss; kissing; talk of blowjobs; crying; crying during sex; makeshift collar and leash; mild asphyxiation?; spanking; blowjobs; this position has a name, I just don’t know it; rough sex; mild throatfucking; PiV sex, I guess; dacryphilia?; Logan pushes his cum back inside Reader; cuddling; ‘I love you’s

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They’d left on a mission. They’d left you to go on a mission.

Well, really, you’d asked them to stay but refused to give a reason out of embarrassment, so they’d left. Promising they’d be back soon, but they’d still left.

And now here you were, rutting against Wade’s pillow like the damn dog you are.

It’s not really your fault. It’s part of your mutation. With your dog ears and tail and enhanced senses comes heats and possessiveness and biting.

Which is why you’re rutting against Wade’s pillow, as Logan’s has been turned into a pile of fabric scraps and stuffing. But it’s not really your fault. It just sorta… happened.

You growl softly and rub your aching parts harder against the pillow. It’s soaking wet, the fabric sticky with your slick. Burying Wade’s scent under yours.

Part of you likes the fact you’re marking his stuff with your scent. The other part of you just misses Wade and Logan.

The thought of your boyfriends has your dick pulsing with need. With a snarl you toss the pillow aside. It’s not enough. It’s never enough.

Getting off without them just isn’t satisfying anymore. Not when you know how Wade’s fingers feel stuffed inside you. Or how Logan’s dick feels when he’s bullying it ruthlessly into your hole.

You whine and pant, fingers snaking down to stuff themselves into your hole to relieve the aching need even just a little. It only makes it worse. You know it’s not them. Still, you fuck yourself with your hand, desperate for some relief.

You hear the front door open and you’re on your feet in an instant. You can hear Wade’s voice and you follow it like a beacon.

“Phew! It reeks of sex in here!” His mask is off. He turns around and spots you. “Hey, there, handsome—“

You pounce on him. Whining and whimpering as you rub your dick against his thigh. Hugging him tightly even as you hump his leg, tail wagging frantically behind you. Wade seems too stunned to comment for a moment.

There’s a low chuckle behind you. “Needy fucking thing. Bet he’s the reason our apartment stinks.”

You groan, hole clenching just from his voice. “Logan…!”

Wade finds his voice. “Goddamn, baby boy! Were you this needy the whole time?”

“Yes!” Your voice comes out as a whimper. “I needed you and you left!”

“Aww.” The two men coo in unison, Logan’s more mocking than Wade’s.

You bury your face against Wade’s shoulder and try your best to not tear up. Your dick is painfully achy, your hole clenching desperately around nothing. You need them so bad it makes your whole body hot.

“Please,” you whine. “Please, Wade! I need you so bad! Need your big fat cock stuffed in my hole.”

Wade groans and you can feel him thick and hard against your thigh. “Baby boy—“

Hands grip your waist, pulling you off and denying you the friction you crave. You sob at the loss.

“So needy,” Logan scoffs. “You’re like a damn pup in heat. Begging for our cocks like a slut.”

Slick gushes down your thighs. Drips onto the floor. You’re not even embarrassed about it anymore, so turned on you swear you could cum from Logan’s voice alone. You can feel your tail wagging so fast it hurts a bit.

Wade squeals with delight. “Look at him! I think he likes that!”

“Of course he does.” Logan holds you firmly against him, his hand trailing down to grip your wet thigh. “Dog’s practically begging us to breed him.”

The thought makes you moan, all breathy and desperate. You frantically wiggle and squirm, trying so hard to get his fingers just that little bit higher. You’re delirious for his touch, your whines and moans flowing freely.

“Please, please, please, please!” You beg, even as Logan slaps your thigh.

“Calm the fuck down, pup. I’m not fucking you here in the kitchen.”

You blindly turn for the bedroom. Wade laughs. “Come on, Wolvie. Look at the poor guy. He’s practically cock-dumb and we haven’t even done anything to him yet. Poor baby needs some love.”

Logan mutters something under his breath, but lets you go. You take one eager step, tail wagging, and almost topple over. Both men laugh, Wade catching you before you fall.

“Look at him,” Logan sneers. “Damn pup can’t even walk without his owners.”

Hands grip your hips again, keeping you up as he half-carries you to the bedroom.

He stops when he gets to the door. “What the hell?”

Wade pops up behind him. “Oooh, you’ve been a bad puppy, haven’t you?”

You moan again. You can’t help yourself. Not with Logan’s hands against your waist and his chest to your back. You shift to grind your ass against his front. His hold on you tightens instantly.

“On the bed,” he orders, shoving you forward. “Bad dogs don’t get rewards.”

You collapse on the bed, squirming and shifting until you’re comfortable. Then you roll onto your back and bring your knees to your chest. Exposing your dripping hole and throbbing dick to them.

Their reaction is immediate. Wade groans and Logan growls. They both move forward, gazes fixed hungrily on you.

“Look at you,” Wade coos mockingly. “I’ve never seen you this wet before.”

“… you really are in heat, aren’t you?” Logan grips your thigh, pressing your leg further into your chest to expose your hole even better. You whine and clench around nothing, the feeling almost painful at this point.

Both men groan.

Wade reaches out, as if to finally give you the love you need.

Your tail gives a few excited wags. “Please!”

He drags his fingers through your slick, teasing your hole and circling your dick. You sob at the feeling, bucking up frantically at the touch.

Logan growls and pins your hips down, forcing you to take what Wade gives you. “This ain’t a reward, handsome. You take what we give and you behave. You’ve already ruined our damn pillows. You don’t get to dictate how this goes.”

Tears leak from your eyes as you nod.

Wade chuckles softly. “So mean, Wolvie. You gonna be mean enough to let me fuck him today, or—“

“Fuck off,” Logan growls, pushing Wade’s head towards you. “Shut up and eat him out. You know the damn rules, idiot.”

Wade just laughs and kneels at the edge of the bed. He pulls you to him effortlessly, smearing more slick across the sheets. You’re positively drenched by the time his mouth meets your body.

He laps at your dick, swirling his tongue around it and sucking on it. Making you cry out and squirm against Logan’s hold on you. He’s still pinning you down, and it’s agony to not be able to chase your pleasure.

Wade grins against you, lowering his head a little to lap at your hole. Slurping up your slick like it’s his meal. Tonguing at your hole in a way that makes you sob.

You’re really crying now. Logan just smirks at you. “Look at you. Crying when you’re getting what you wanted. You’re a pathetic little slut.”

All that comes out of your mouth is a broken moan. Both men chuckle. Wade starts fucking your hole with his tongue, practically rubbing his nose against your dick. Your body arches with pleasure, your orgasm slamming into you out of nowhere.

Wade doesn’t let up, not until you’re pleading and sobbing and begging from the overstimulation. Then he finally pulls back, his face covered in your slick. Logan pulls him in for a kiss.

You pant for breath on the bed, dick aching with overstimulation. But you clench around nothing at the sight of your boyfriends kissing. You groan at the feeling of emptiness, whimpering softly.

They turn to you again. “Damn dog,” Logan mutters. “Can’t even let us have a kiss in peace.”

His hand moves to his belt and your tail thumps a few times on the bed. He smirks. “So eager. Bet you’d suck me right off if I asked.”

The thought has your mouth watering. Just the mental image of his thick cock thrusting in and out of your mouth has you moaning.

Wade grins. “Oh, he likes that idea.”

“You want that, mutt?” Logan starts to undo his belt, tugging it out from his belt loops. “Bet you’d slobber all over it. Make me cum down that hot throat of yours.”

You whine as your body again clenches around nothing. It hurts, the feeling of emptiness growing.

Logan gestures for you to sit up and you obey. You wipe the salty remnants of tears from your eyes, giving him a pathetic look.

Logan grins viciously and loops the belt around your neck. Sliding it through the buckle and notching it just the barest bit too tight around your throat. He gives it a tug, chuckling at the way you groan.

“Back on the bed,” he orders. “You’re gonna suck Wade off, nice and slow while I fuck your greedy little hole. Alright?”

You nod and he tugs harder on the makeshift leash. “Alright?”

“Yes!” It’s just a bit difficult to breathe, but you obey anyway. Scrambling to get on your hands and knees as Wade clambers onto the bed, stripped naked. You settle yourself between his legs, ass up in the air.

You barely have time to prepare yourself before Logan’s hand comes down on your ass. You yelp, tears springing to your eyes at the sting. Wade tilts your head up, one hand stroking his cock.

“You ready, baby boy?” He coos. Your eyes fixate on a bead of precum pooling at the tip of his cock.

You nod and Logan smacks your ass again. “Words, mutt. Or bark if you’re too dumb for that.”

The degradation makes you whine, heat creeping up your cheeks. You swallow past the saliva in your mouth. “Yes, sir.”

Wade smirks. “Good boy.”

He guides your head to his cock, letting you take the lead from there. You suckle the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head and tasting the precum. You can only lower your head so much; thanks to the makeshift collar and leash around your throat.

But you make due with what you can, arching your back as Logan runs his hands along your thighs.

“You’re a mess,” he says, letting his thumb brush against your hole. You clench automatically, a whine spilling out your throat. Wade groans at the feeling, thrusting up into your mouth.

You gag on his cock at the same time Logan slaps his cock against your hole. Nudging the tip against your dick. A moan is forced out of you, easing Wade’s cock further into your mouth.

“Fuck, baby boy,” Wade gasps. “Gonna make me blow too soon if you keep that up.”

You pull back, letting out a whine. Logan notches the tip of his dick against your hole, putting a little bit of pressure behind it. “Don’t you fucking stop, mutt.”

You take Wade’s dick back into your mouth, moaning around his thick length. He groans and thrusts into your mouth, right as Logan pushes his cock into your hole. Burying himself all the way in one go.

You choke, tears springing to your eyes at the sudden, delicious feeling of fullness. At the drag of Logan’s cock as he thrusts in and out of your hole. At the way his tip bruises against that one spot inside you.

“Fuck, your hole’s so tight,” he grunts. Gripping your hips to start up a bruising pace. You suck Wade’s cock as best you can, moaning and whining around it.

Wade moans with you, thrusting into your mouth and inching deeper and deeper until you’ve taken as much of him as your makeshift collar will allow you too.

It’s tight around your throat, Logan’s grip on the end of it unyielding. You arch your back a bit to get more leeway. The new angle makes you cry out, the vibrations of your throat sending Wade hurdling over the edge.

He cums down your throat, thick seed spilling on the back of your tongue. You swallow it all, tears streaming down your face. He pulls you off, leaning down for a kiss, only to lick the tears from your cheeks.

“Such a pretty boy,” he coos. “Such a pretty pup.”

You’d wag your tail, if the feeling of Logan thrusting hard into you didn’t suddenly make your toes curl and your back arch hard. You cry out, tension building hard in your body.

“I’m close, I’m close, I’m close!” You pant out, gripping Wade’s thighs for support. Logan only picks up the pace with a growl, muttering filthy things under his breath.

“Come on, you dumb mutt. Cum for your owners like a good boy.”

With a howl, you cum hard enough to see stars. Your ears ring and your head feels woozy. Warmth floods your lower body and you moan at the feeling.

It takes a moment for your hearing and vision to come back. Wade’s petting your head, fondling your soft ears. Logan’s still buried inside you, head pressed to your lower back.

You groan and shift a bit. Logan lifts his head. “You alright, pup?”

“Mhmm.” You’re a little too woozy to form words.

Wade unbuckles the belt around your throat and you gasp at the sudden full intake of air. You rest your head against his thigh, letting him rub his fingertips against the red marks on your throat.

Logan pulls out, making you whine from the sudden loss. He chuckles softly, scooping up the cum that spills out of you and stuffing it back into your hole. You squirm a bit, but don’t protest.

Wade pats the bed and Logan clambers on, making the mattress dip below his weight. You roll onto his chest, nuzzling your cheek against him. He pets your head, tracing a finger along your neck.

“It wasn’t too much, was it, pup?” He asks.

You shake your head. “It was perfect.”

Wade joins the cuddling, snuggling into Logan’s side. “You know, baby boy, you can always tell us when you’re in heat.” He kissed your cheek. “We love to help.”

Your face heats up and you hide against Logan’s chest. “Okay… Next time, I’ll tell you.”

“That’s a good boy.” Logan kisses the top of your head.

You preen at the praise, tail wagging behind you. For a few moments, the three of you just lie quietly.

Then Wade speaks up. “Guess we’re buying new pillows tomorrow.”

Your face warms with embarrassment. “Err… you might wanna wait for that.”

Both men look at you. “Why’s that?”

You scratch behind one of your ears. “I’m in heat. It’s not just a one day thing… At best, it’ll be all week long. And if you two have to go anywhere…”

Wade just stares at you. “All week long…” He sits up. “Baby boy, consider our schedule freed!”

You blink at him. “What?”

He grins at you. “A whole week of nothing but sex and cuddles? Honeybunches, I wouldn’t trade that opportunity for all the jobs in the world!”

Logan chuckles underneath you. “We’re prepared to help you out all you need, is what he means.”

You stare at them both, trying to fight back the slight prickle behind your eyes. “You guys… would do that for me?”

“Hell yes!”

“Damn right.”

You give each of them a long, firm kiss on the mouth. “I love you two.”

Logan grins up at you as Wade wraps his arms around you. “We love you too, pup.”

[writtenbyan-aries]

Please anything with bsf!colby x reader.. I‘m just a sucker for it

Summary: things heat up after Colby takes reader on a bike ride

Warnings: SMUT18+, swearing, best friends to lovers, motorcycle riding, flirting, kissing, hair pulling, biting, scratching, fingering, unprotected sex, filth

Word Count: 2.7k | unedited

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As you walk through the door after a long and frustrating day at work, your phone rings in your pocket, “Hello?”

“Hey. You busy?” Colby asks from the other end, “I got something I want to show you.”

“Just got home from work, had a.. bad, day I guess? I don’t know. But no, not busy.” You set your keys on the counter, “What’s up?”

“Got the new bike today.”

“You. Me. Bike ride. Now.”

“Already on my way.”

“I thought it sounded weird.” You laugh, “Is that your new Bluetooth helmet thing?”

“Sure is. I’ll be there in like..” he trails off and you hear the sound of his engine revving outside, “Now.”

“I just have to change and then I’ll be out.” You walk over, peaking out of the window by your door, “Oh that looks so sick.”

“Wait until you see it up close.”

“Give me five minutes.” You hang up and run back to your room to get changed. You change from your work pants, into the jeans you designated as your riding pants, and slip on your boots.

You grab your leather jacket off of the chair as you walk by, and make your way out.

Your jaw drops as you walk up, “Colby, this thing is ridiculous.” You look up at him, “Like in the best way possible.”

“Phew.” He sighs as he shuts off the bike, “For a second there I thought you were going to say you hated it.” He laughs, reaching behind him to unhook a white helmet, “Here.”

“What’s.. this?” You ask taking the helmet into your hands, “Is this mine?”

He nods, “Yeah, I had one made with an intercom system, Bluetooth, everything mine has so we can talk back and forth and can actually hear each other.”

You reach up and grab the small horns coming out of his helmet, “You do care about me.”

“Well, you’re my best friend, and I don’t want you bored while we ride, so.” He shrugs and you can see him smile behind his helmet, “Here. Put it on.”

He takes it from you and you put your jacket on before stepping towards him. He pushes hair from your face and slides the helmet down over your head, “How does it fit?”

“It’s really comfortable.” You smile behind your helmet, “Thank you.”

He buckles the chin strap and presses a button, “Can you hear me?”

“Whoa, that’s freaky.” You laugh, “Yeah, loud and clear.”

“Is it loud?” Colby asks and you shake your head, “No, no. It’s perfect. Thank you.” He nods his head back, “Get on.”

You make your way back, your hand reaching up to grab his shoulder as you swing your leg over the back of the bike. You position yourself and lay your hands on his back, “Ready whenever you are.”

“Alright.” He switches the bike back on and your arms move to wrap around his waist. They tighten as he slowly starts to take off.

“Why was your day bad?” He asks, and you let out a sigh, “Just people thinking they’re so entitled to stuff they really aren’t, you know?”

“Yeah, I’ve had run ins with that. It’s never fun. Is there anything I can do?”

You smile, letting out a small sigh, “You’re doing just what I need, Colbs.”

You’ve taken bike rides with Colby plenty of times before, always the same routine. He picks you up, you put on your helmet, you get on, and he drives for a little, drops you off at home.

But, today was different, and you weren’t sure what was causing all of your suppressed emotions for Colby to be drawn to the surface - but they were coming out fast.

“Doing okay?” Colby asks and you nod to yourself, “Yep.”

“Good.”

As you come to a red light, this feeling washes over you, a slight feeling to be bold.

You pull your hands back from resting on the gas tank and sit up more, bringing your hands up to grip his shoulders, moving to his neck.

“Hey now.” Colby jokes, “Can’t kill the driver, you don’t even know how to drive this thing.”

“You’re right.” You laugh, leaning forward to wrap your arms around his neck, your hand dragging up and down his chest, “Maybe you can teach me how to ride it one day?”

He tries to laugh off his breath catch in his throat, but you already heard it. He brings his hand up to flick his visor down and you laugh, reaching up to turn his head towards you, “Why’d you put that down?”

“Be..cause the sun is setting?” He laughs, “Yours is down, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, but it’s not because of the sun.”

“What’s it down for then?” He laughs and you shrug, “The wind. Lights green.”

He looks back, shaking his head as he starts to go.

Your arms move to wrap around his waist and you can’t help but smile. You sit up as you come to yet another light that turned red.

The universe must be on my side today, you think as you drag your hands up and down his sides. He turns his head, leaning forward to look back at you and you reach up to flick your visor up, “What?”

“Nothing, nothing.” He laughs as he looks back at the light, “Just waiting do this to turn-“ the light turns green, “Green.”

You giggle as you hold onto him, squeezing slightly as he takes off. You drive for a little while, but it didn’t take you long to figure out he was taking roads that didn’t have red lights.

Did I make him uncomfortable? You think as you turn your head to look on the other side, maybe that was too much?

“You’re quiet.” Colby’s voice breaks the silence inside of your helmet and you shrug slightly, “Just enjoying the ride, you know?”

You feel his hand lay on top of yours and he gives them a squeeze, “Glad I could help.” You smile and hold on tighter, turning your head up a little to look at the sun setting sky.

You come to another red light and sit up, “This seat makes my back hurt.”

“We’ll have to look at getting you a different one or something. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” Colby turns his head and flicks up his visor. You smirk and reach up to close it.

He laughs and you being both hands up, trying to open and close it, but you just make his head go back and forth.

He laughs and hangs his head down resting his hand on his closed visor, “You’re killing me.”

“No im not, I don’t know how to ride this thing.” You lean out slightly and laugh as he turns his head to look at you, “Using my own words against me now, huh?”

“I’m just repeating what you said.” You shrug and move back behind him, your hands moving to his shoulders. You squeeze gently, giving him a slight massage.

Your pressure grows harder and his head tilts back, arms falling down to rest against your legs.

You giggle, your arms returning to around his waist just as the light turns green. He grips the handles and off you go.

A few minutes later, you feel his hand resting on your knee that’s pressed up against his hip. You chew on your lip, your hand moving to lay on his.

He glances down, shaking his head with a slight laugh before squeezing your knee. You move your hands back up to his shoulders as he comes to another stop and you start massaging his shoulders again.

“You’re tense, what’s up with that?” You tease as you move down his arms, squeezing each spot you land, “Need to loosen up a bit, Colbs.”

He laughs, “Yeah, you’re telling me.” He shakes his head and revs the engine before taking off as soon as the light is green.

The next hour, you continued to mess around with him, dragging your nails up and down his outer thighs, up and down his arms and back. Shoulder massages, just the usual stuff you’ve been doing.

It was getting dark out, and Colby doesn’t like riding in the dark, so you headed back to your house.

As soon as Colby was stopped, you grip his shoulders, “Thanks for the ride, Colby.” You slide down, swinging your leg over to get off.

“Yeah.” He nods, turning off his bike and pulling out the key. You take off your helmet, handing it to him. He pushes it back towards you, “That’s yours.”

You smile, nodding as you watch him reach up to undo his chin strap. You go to turn, “I’ll see you later, drive safe.”

You turn around, smirk plastered on your face. You stop as his voice cuts through the clear tension that filled the air, “So are you going to tell me just what in the hell that was?”

You turn around, watching as he drops his arms, helmet in hand by his sides, “Um, what in the hell was what?”

He scoffs, “The.. whole, hands on my shoulders, hugging my neck.. you know, the stuff you’ve never done before?”

“Oh..” you nod, “That stuff.”

“Yeah.” Colby nods as he steps closer to you, “If you have something to say, say it.”

You take a deep breath, staring up at him as the grip on your helmet tightens, “Fine.” You clear your throat, praying that rejection doesn’t show its ugly face, “but just so you know, I’ve loved you way before I finally had the guts to tell you, and I love you a little more each day that I get to see you, or talk to you and-“

Colby’s lips were on yours, his arm tight around your waist. You bring your arm up, wrapping it around his neck and he mumbles against your lips, “about time.”

You smirk, your cheeks heating up, “I take it you feel the same?”

“Oh you have no idea.” His lips were back on yours and you pull away, “It’s getting dark, do y-“

“Yes.” He pulls you to your door and you unlock it, pulling him back in for a kiss as you walk backwards. You lean over to set your helmet on the counter and he does the same before his hands slide up to push your jacket off of your shoulders.

You kick off your boots as you shrug your jacket off, quickly moving your hands to push his off his shoulders.

You grab the hem of your shirt, pulling it up over your head as his jacket hits the floor.

His hands grip your hips, sliding down to grab your thighs as he bends down to lift you up. Your legs wrap around his waist as his lips peck over your chest.

He walks you back to your room, laying you down on the bed beside leaning up to remove his shirt.

Everything is happening so quick, in the blink of an eye, you were both naked and under the bed sheets with your bodies pressed to one another as your lips moved in a passionate sync.

You tilt your head back as his lips trail down your neck, moaning out as his fingers slide down to the needy slit between your legs.

“God you’re so wet.” He groans into your ear, “I turn you on this much?”

You nod, gasping as two of his fingers push in, “Fuck, yeah. Seeing you on that bike really did it for me today.”

He chuckles, lifting his head to watch your face twist with pleasure, “You touching all over me really got me going today.”

You smile, gasping as he pushes his fingers in deeper, “Fuck, Colby.”

“That feel good?” He presses kisses along your jaw line, stopping at your lips and you whimper, “Feels so good.”

You reach up, pulling his head in to close the space with a heated kiss. His fingers withdrawal from your body as he rolls his overtop of yours.

You roll your hips as you feel the tip of his cock brush against you, “P-please.” You whimper quietly, “please.”

He brushes hair from your face before leaning down to kiss you. He reaches down to keep himself steady as he slips into you.

Your lips part as you both gasp on the first thrust.

“Fuck.” You whisper as your legs slowly slide up to wrap around his waist. The space closes as you pull him closer to kiss him.

Your moans grow louder as his thrusts speed up into a medium pace.

It was hot, passionate.

It felt like you and Colby were the only two people in the world, he was the only one who mattered to you right now.

His lips trail down your neck as your head tilts back, your moans filling the room as you feel the band in your stomach growing tighter and tighter.

Your nails drag up his back, earning a groan from him as he sucks a mark into the delicate skin, “So good, baby.”

You gasp, your fingers tangling tightly in his hair, “Yesyesyes, so close.”

His hand slides down your side, fingertips digging into your thigh, “I’ve loved you..” he kisses back up to your lips, “For as long as I’ve known you.”

“I love you.” You whimper as you nod, “I’ve loved you.”

You gasp loudly, your body tightening around him as he guides you through the waves of pleasure flowing through your body.

You were waiting for this, the moment Colby finally made you his.

Colby presses kisses over your chest and up your neck, groaning lowly as he makes his way back to your lips, “You’re so beautiful. You sound so pretty.”

His forehead rests against yours, his thrusts picking up as he works towards his own pleasures release. Moans slip from his lips as his hand drags up to cup your cheek.

Your hands slide up his arms and hold the sides of his neck, whimpering and moaning as his thrusts grow faster, harder.

They quickly turn sloppy and you gasp as he pulls out to spill on your waist. You rest your head back, breathing heavy as he sits up.

You look up at him, laughing slightly as he smiles at you and he raises his brows, “What?”

You shake your head, “Nothing, nothing I just.. was kinda hoping that our last ride as just friends would happen soon..”

“Well looks like you got your wish.” He leans down, pecking your lips, “Hang on. I’ll be right back.”

You nod as he gets off the bed, letting out a sigh as you look up at the ceiling. You can’t help but smile, you couldn’t fight it even if you wanted to.

Colby comes back in, a smile on his face as soon as he sees you, “here, I, uh- here.” He hands you the towel and sits down on the bed.

You clean up, tossing the towel to the floor before sitting up, “So.. it’s dark outside.”

Colby glances at the window, nodding as he looks at you, “Yeah, yeah it is.” He smirks as you smile at him, “What?”

You shrug, “Guess you’ll be staying the night then?”

Colby turns, moving to hover his body over yours, “Is that okay with you?”

You slide your hands up his chest and grip his shoulders, “I think I can let it slide.” You smirk and Colby laughs, “Just this once though, right?” He dips his head down, peppering kisses over your neck and you giggle, “You know..”

“You know what, baby?” Colby whispers as he chuckles lightly. You bite your lip as you feel his teeth nip at your skin, “I think it can be more than once.”

“I’m okay with more than once..” he kisses up to your lips, “How about in the morning, you and I take a ride and have a little breakfast date? Hmm.”

You nod, smiling before pecking his lips, “Sounds good to me.”

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Thank you so much for reading! I love and appreciate you all so much! Catch you in the next one! 🖤

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[octuscle]

From tutor to rookie of the year

Hi, my name is Jake. My company has hired me to tutor a few students with poor grades. That's not necessarily the reason why I started working at the auditing company. But first of all, I'm new here and I'm not going to refuse right at the beginning of my career. And secondly, becoming a teacher had actually been an option for me. Maybe it's fate now or something.

The first lesson gets off to a very promising start. I almost have to tear myself apart to leave your office and get to school on time. But when I arrive, there is a yawning emptiness in the classroom. Only after fifteen minutes I hear noise in the corridor and a couple of football jocks barge in the door. A few still in football gear. And all obviously unshowered after training. Phew, it stinks. And as I look into the handsome, square-cut faces of the boys spraying with testosterone, I'm suddenly back at school. The small, clever but shy boy who, at best, the stars of the football team overlook and, at worst, stuff into the toilet. I clear my throat and say that I'm not here for fun either and that I'm asking for some attention. The boys barely react. Damn it, it's not my problem. I explain a few linear algebra problems on the blackboard and ignore the paper airplanes. I have my school-leaving certificate. I have my master's degree. And my bonus doesn't depend on the grades of these idiots. At least I hope so.

After the debacle of the first tutoring session, my appetite for the second is very dampened. But it was already hard enough to get this internship. The firm is one of the most prestigious accountancy firms in the city. And if my pro bono job as an intern is tutoring the idiots on the football team twice a week, I'll survive. Apart from the 60 hours a week in which I have to pore over balance sheets, that doesn't matter any more.

These days, the musclemen are even on time. And somehow nicer than last time. They even ask me reasonably sensible questions like whether you can predict the trajectories of footballs. I take this as an opportunity to tell them something about vector calculus. They collapse with laughter. "Bro, I was joking. And football isn't math. Football is strength and speed." I'm about to take a breath and say something about Newton and the relationship between force and speed. But instead of listening to me, the jocks start bragging to each other about their heroic stories on the field. And I can't help but listen to them spellbound. When the lesson is over, I look after them with fascination. I wish I could have been more like them at school.

Shit, because I'm the only nerd on the senior team who isn't a complete failure at sports, Coach made me give math tutoring to the football team. He thinks the Meatheads might have a little bit of respect for me. Shit! Them for me? I for them might be more correct! The thought of explaining math to my secret crush forms a wet spot in my Calvin Klein shorts.

I expected the boys to keep me waiting. If they were also punctual and disciplined off the pitch, they wouldn't need any help. And I don't want to tutor them any more than they want to be tutored. We reach a compromise. You listen to my math tutoring for half an hour. And then we'll go out onto the pitch for half an hour and play a bit of football. God knows I'm not unsportsmanlike. But soccer has somehow never been my sport. I'm more of a swimming pool or gym kind of guy. Team sports? Not really.

Shit, yeah, I'm no rocket scientist in math. But I have quite good grades in English and history. I'm not going to fail this year. Why the fuck do I have to go to tutoring with the other bros from the football team? I have no idea. But seriously, the tutor is a total loser. A beanpole in a stuffy shirt. The idiot even wears a tie. Seriously, who wears a tie these days? If I had to wear a tie, I'd change jobs. Or if I had to shower after training. Shit, these are just rules that can come from old fat men. Bros like me and my bros smell like test… Testo… Well that hormone stuff. Sweat, musk and Axe. If I didn't have to go straight to detention again, I'd let the loser smell my armpits… But I'm a sophomore on the team right now. Let the juniors and seniors do that.

"Jack, bro!" This is Chuck. The QB on the team. I can tell by his voice. And by his smell. And I'd also know it by the taste of his cheesy boner…. But he stays locked in his jockstrap cage right now. What a damn shame! "Bro, where were you in tutoring? The dean was there. You're in fucking trouble!" Shit, tutoring! I was at the gym. The other guys are all so pumped. I don't want to lag behind any longer. "Shit, dude, we said you were in the bathroom. The loser tutor didn't dare contradict us. But I think you have to let him suck you off so he doesn't tell on you." Hehehehehe, I like that idea. There are still 40 minutes until football practice… And I haven't cum yet today. "Is the loser still in the classroom?" I ask. Chuck nods. I fist bump him and say that I'll sort it out quickly.

If Chuck and Matt go to college next year, I have a good chance to be the QB. But until then I still have to build up a lot of mass. Those two are just in a whole different league. And I'm damn jealous of the hair on Matt's chest. You should see the bush under his arms. Dude, the man is going to be a fucking gorilla! Shit, I'm not half the man those two are. You can tell immediately by the size of the bulge in our compression shorts. Nevertheless, neither of them mind if I fuck them. But they like fucking me even more. Without eye contact. Otherwise it would be totally homo!

We skipped tutoring again today. Coch covers for us while we're in the gym or doing our laps on the cinder track outside. Nevertheless, it's still up in the air whether Chuck and Matt will be at college next year. And whether I'll be a junior by then. But screw it, NFL pros don't need to know math.

[icycoldninja]

heyy again its me the one who asked about rafayel. thank you for responding! you dont have to but if you could and it wouldnt be too much trouble id love to see just some general headcanon stuff! or like a story of him and the reader going out on a cute little date to the art store or something art related.

Alright! Here you go!

My beautiful merman (Rafayel x Reader fluff)

Giggling like a pair of kids up to no good, you and Rafayel bolted across the street, hand in hand, breezing past a group of apathetic pedestrians and a large, curious dog. Your destination, this one small art store that Rafayel always loved going to, was just a block or two away. As long as you hopped across the crosswalk and only stepped on the white lines, you'd be clear in a few moments.

"Go, go, go!" Rafayel was shouting happily, while you both hopped awkwardly across the street, balancing on one foot.

"I'm going, I'm going," You laughed, letting out a loud "phew" when you reached the other side of the street. Once Rafayel caught up, you headed for the entrance, swinging the door to the art store open and ringing the cute little bell above it in the process.

A pleasant chime rang through the shop, alterting the elderly shopkeeper to your presence and signaling Rafayel to depart from your side and hurry off towards the paint-filled shelving, admiring each tube like a child visiting the aquarium and seeing fish up close for the first time.

Chuckling to yourself, you followed him, giving the shopkeeper a nod of acknowledgement as you passed by. Rafayel was far too lost in examining colored pencils now to even notice you were standing behind him, but it didn't matter, just getting to see him so happy and distracted was endearing sweet. While he browsed, lost in his own world of imagination, your attention drifted over to a set of little glazed clay sculptures sitting on a small display case. There were an assortment of little animal figurines, some of dogs, cats, mice, and little piggies, but the one that stood out to you the most was this beautiful rainbow fish that had apparently been dipped in glitter while the glaze was still wet. Casting a look over your shoulder, you saw Rafayel still absorbed in reading the back of a pack of alcohol markers, and decided then and there that that fish would be a gift from you to him.

Quietly, you snatched the fish figurine and padded over to the register, whispered a short "I'd like to buy this" to the shopkeeper, who likely saw the whole thing and knew what you were planning, and in under a minute or two, you had paid for your gift and had it placed neatly in a little gift bag small enough to be concealed behind your back. When Rafayel finished his shopping, which wasn't long after you finished yours, you followed him out of the art store, offering to carry his bags for him, which he accepted. It didn't occur to him that you had seemingly left the art store empty-handed, which was great, it gave you the element of surprise.

Once you were home, Rafayel went to put his new things away in his studio, giving you time to sneak into his room and leave the fish figurine on his nightstand, where he would surely find it later. "Later" turned out to be a few minutes after you left his room. You didn't have to ask him if he liked it; his excited shrieking and whooping told you more than words ever could.

"Awwww!" You heard him squealing as he practically flew off the stairs and into your arms. "I love it! Thank you thank you thank yooou!"

"How do you know I gave it to you?" You smirked, deciding to confuse him.

"Who else knows who I really am?" He returned, throwing his arms around your shoulders. "It could only be you."

You had to admit, he got you there, so you rewarded him with a kiss.

"It's a present," You said, upon pulling away. "A present for my beautiful merman."

"Aww," Rafayel cooed, burying his head in the crook of your neck to hide his raging blush.

[ghosts-bandwagon]

TF141 + König help you move

Here’s some backstory (bc this is incredibly self-indulgent send help): you take everything upon yourself, plan everything down to the last detail so you just wind up overwhelming yourself and then you’re just running on fumes the entire time, you are not at peace until you’ve moved into the new place, you are a ball of stress aaaand go:

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley:

He’s very much the type to watch you go, he knows you’re overloading yourself and he wants to step in but he also knows you need to learn how to ask for help

That’s not to say he’s completely hands off, he’s listening to every word when you review your checklist, he’s helping you pack- everything from assembling the boxes to sealing them when they’re full

He’s taken it upon himself to make sure you eat a proper meal

“What’s this?” You ask as you mute your phone while on hold with the utilities company for your new place,

“It’s breakfast. Eat.”

“I already-”

“Iced coffee isn’t food, love.”

Bet

So he’ll take to cooking or grabbing your favorite take out

If you’re worried you forget something, he’ll go down the list with you, going so far as to grab your notebook and review it with you

He encourages you to sort through your belongings and figure out what you want to keep and what you want to give away

His rule: if I haven’t seen you use it, wear it, read it, or touch it in the last six months, it’s going in the giveaway box (save for stuff with sentimental value)

Surprisingly enough, it helps reduce how much you have to pack and you couldn’t be more thankful

All in all, 10/10

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish:

He’s so much fun to be around

He knows you’re taking on too much and he’ll tell you as much

“I’m fine, Johnny, I just like these things done a certain way. And when the order gets messed up, I have a panic attack.”

“Well, then explain how you’d like it done, and I’ll see to it that it stays that way, sound good?”

He’s so understanding god bless

He does everything possible to make the process stress free, from putting on music while you’re packing and cleaning, to being in charge of snacks 

He helps divide the labor very seamlessly, he does all the physical stuff (packing, cleaning, moving furniture, etc) and he leaves the logistics to you, (utilities, new apt, address change, etc)

If at any point you feel like it’s still too much, he’ll jump in without hesitation 

Just tell him where you’re struggling and what your next task is and he’ll gladly take over

You point, he’ll shoot (or pack, in this case)

John Price:

Like??

Good luck trying to take control of the whole thing

He’s way ahead of you and doesn’t let you do a single thing on your own, that’s not true, he’ll let you do things on your own but not all of it, you get the idea

Man’s a Captain for god’s sake, he definitely has a system to make the process easier

He makes sure you start the process sooner rather than later to avoid scrambling last minute

Before even buying boxes, he’ll sit down with you to come up with a checklist for things to do and what order to pack your place in

He’s very encouraging throughout the whole process

“Phew, almost an hour later and I was successfully able to transfer my car insurance.” You sighed slumping against the table, practically throwing your phone to the other side of the room

“You’re doin’ great, love, keep it up.” He comes up behind you to rub your shoulders and rub your back encouragingly

He’s with you every step of the way

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Gerrick:

I love him but I can see it as being kind of chaotic lmao but still fun!

You better believe he’s got Animal Crossing music on loop

He claims it’ll help you get into the cleaning/packing frame of mind and son of a bitch he’s right 

He sets a hard limit of one to two things a day, so if you finished packing up your living room sooner than you expected and now you want to move on to your bedroom, too damn bad

He’ll physically stop you lol

“You already did enough, babe, it’s time to rest.”

“I feel fine, Ky, I can keep going.”

“Trust me darlin’, take it easy, you’re doing great.”

Definitely the type to give you a treat to help keep you motivated, or even start your day with a treat

You’re dreading calling the new internet company to set up your new wifi? Well guess what? He’s treating you to coffee and a cinnamon roll from your favorite cafe to help motivate you

You’re dead tired after packing up all your belongings in your room, dinner is your pick babe, whatever you want, yes, Taco Bell is perfectly ok 

König:

Very good at following directions and equally good at being perceptive and knowing when to step in without being asked

He knows you have a habit of taking on more than you can handle but he also knows your tells just as well

Increased irritability, you’re more tired than usual, you’re not eating as much, drinking more coffee than you normally do, jittery leg, trouble sleeping, he knows you babe, he sees you

So he does everything he can to prevent you from getting to that point

If you’re complaining about packing all your books, don’t worry about it, he’s on it

You’re stressed about cleaning as you pack, no need, he’s already coming behind you with Clorox wipes, a broom, and a swiffer mop

He encourages you to offload some of your tasks to him, insisting that he knows how you want it done and can do it accordingly

“Schatz, you have so much on your plate already, let me handle renting the truck and getting the supplies, we’ll go over what you want to do first, and I’ll help you do it, ok?”

At the end of the night when your limbs ache from exhaustion, he gently taking your hands in his and massaging the tension away, placing little kisses as he goes

[sunflowerrosewood]

S/O Gets Period and They Take Care ~ Stray Kids (all)

Author's Note: Since my other account @cheekyredwillow got deleted. I am adding some of my favorite fanfictions to this account and revamping this one with new ones. I hope to make an actual list of fandoms I am still a fan of! NO requests for the time being.

I'm writing this one as the whole group finds out and takes care of you. I'm on mine right now and this idea hit me. Also trying out texting parts of the story 👀.

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You got up as if it was a normal day for you. You got ready for work/school and went. You were working on a project when you felt a cramp hit you. Your stomach clenched. You knew what that meant. Your period was either here or was about to be in the next couple of days.

You had some extra pads on you so as a safety precaution, you grabbed one and ran to the bathroom. No blood stain on your undergarment but as you went to the bathroom, you were bleeding. Phew you made it just in time....

Though now that you put your pad on and it officially started. Your cramps also began. You had to go back to your project slightly bent over due to them. Why did they have to hit at work/school? Why couldn't they hit at home then you could've have "worked from home" today?

A couple hours went past and your cramps were hitting you hard. Your friend Yuko came by to check on you.

"Y/n are you okay? You don't look too good?" She asked softly.

"I'm not. My period started at work." You told her.

"Why don't you go home? You have been caught up for weeks now. A day off doesn't hurt?" She told you and you nodded your head.

Yuko did have a point. You haven't taken many days off and you still had 5 more hours to go. So you listened to her and decided to go back home. Before you left, a group chat went off. Your group chat with Stray Kids.

You were added in this chat by your best friend Jeongin. He wanted you to meet the group and you clicked right in. Now the whole crew adores you and loves when you hang out with them. Though today, you feel bad. It was the weekly movie night and you'll have to cancel.

You hoped that would ease their worries. They didn't need to fret over you. You grabbed your things from work and headed home.

~~■■ Stray Kids' POV ■■~~

The group got your latest message and began to wonder what was going on? Chris being the main questioner.

"Is Y/n alright? She rarely cancels." Chris stated

"When she says she'll be okay. I worry something else is going on." Changbin said as the others nodded their heads.

"Whenever she's like this, it's either because she's sick or her period started." Jeongin stated which made some of them perk up.

"Would her period be now?" Hyunjin asked.

"I'm not sure but probably." Jeongin guessed.

"I could bring the snacks I was making to her?" Felix suggested.

"I think that's a good idea. Why don't we grab things for her?" Chris said.

Felix grabbed his baked goods he made the previous day. Chris grabbed the sweatshirt you liked to wear when you hung out with them. Changbin grabbed the large blanket. Lee Know grabbed a heating pad they had at their place. Seugmin grabbed some pain medicine they had at the dorm. Han and Hyunjin grabbed more of your favorite things around the place. Jeongin messaged the group.

~~■■ Your POV ■■~~

You got home and immediately went to the bathroom to take a shower. Something about freshening up seemed like a good thing to do now. When you finished your shower, you got into some comfy clothes you could lounge around in.

"Finally comfort. Now some medicine and food." You said and walked to the kitchen area.

Knock knock knock

"Who could be visiting?" You asked and went to your door. You looked out the peephole and saw the boys. You immediately opened the door.

"What are you doing here?" You asked very surprised.

"Surprise! We thought you'd like some comfort." Jisung exclaimed.

"We thought you weren't feeling good or perhaps on your period so we brought stuff." Minho said and held up a heating pad.

You felt yourself beginning to tear up and stepped aside for them to come in. Each one you hugged tightly. Jeongin was the last to come in and you hugged him tighter.

"Thank you." You whispered.

"Of course. We'll always be there for you." Jeongin said.

You turned in and Seugmin held out some medicine.

"We had some pain meds around the house. I hope this helps." He said softly and you smiled warmly.

"I was actually looking for some pain medication so you are right on time." You said and took some of the medicine.

"Have you ate?" Hyunjin asked.

"Not since I went to work." You told them.

"We'll get you some food. Go lay down." Felix told you.

Jisung and Changbin pulled you to your room so the others could bring things. Seugmin and Jeongin followed behind.

"I didn't realize you had a large bed?" Jisung stated and you chuckled.

"It helps to relax. But I guess it's perfect for all of you to stay too." You said.

You climbed into bed and Changbin started to set up the TV. Minho came in with the heating pad and what looked like tea. You placed the heating pad on where your cramps were hurting you. Changbin climbed beside one side of you and Jeongin on the other. Chris came in with a sweater.

"If you get cold, I brought your favorite one from our dorm." He said and placed it to the side.

A few minutes later, Hyunjin and Felix had some plates of food. The two of them brought it on a tray for all of you to munch on. You turned on your TV and started a movie all of you wanted to see.

An hour into the movie and the snacks dwindling, you started to feel sleepy. Between the medicine, the heating pad, and the comfort of the boys you could crash right there. You slid deeper into the blankets and fell asleep.

The boys were watching the movie and Hyunjin turned to check on you.

"Psst guys she fell asleep." He whispered.

"Oh the medicine may have kicked in." Seugmin said.

"Let's let her rest. She's probably not in pain as much." Chris said as the others nodded their heads.

Each one had a hand just rubbing either your arm or leg softly. Partially to soothe you and partially to know where you were. Another hour went by and each of the boys were starting to get sleepy.

Changbin was first and fell asleep near your shoulder. Jeongin was next and fell asleep near your other shoulder. Hyunjin and Jisung were next and fell asleep with a hand near the heating pad. Felix fell asleep with a hand on your leg. Lastly was Chris and Minho who also fell asleep with a hand on your legs.

All of you fell asleep and took a nap together. In the end, your period was more tolerable due to these boys helping you out and being a big comfort for you.

[jazeswhbhaven]

Hello! I love your works, so I wanted to try sending in a request myself! Since I lost all of my progress on the game, I enjoy reading through your blog and seeing you go through the events. It helps me keep up with what's happening! Thank you so much!

If this hasn't been done yet, I wanted to request an MC who after a while of being with the kings and all their wild kinks, their body has basically gone through the wringer. So for the first time in like, forever, they just want to have vanilla sex. Like they enjoy all the rough stuff and all, but they need a break, just hold them and kiss them.

They don't know how to explain what they want though, especially to kings like Satan, Leviathan, Beelzebub, and Asmodeus, but they don't think their body can handle any more rough nights in bed, at least until they get some time to heal and get the feeling back in their lower half.

I'm feeling very fluffy today! But the horny has not faded away! It is a curse I tell ya, A CURSE!

Thank you for all that you do! :)

Thank you so much for waiting and sending this in, anon! I hope you're still enjoying everything my blog has to offer and there's only more where that came for instore for next year (rip to your progress i know how that feels to have that happen 😭)

Let's get to your request now, since it will be really nice to write about. Because phew, our devils be putting MC through the ringer each time they get some intimacy~

Satan: This is the one king of Hell where rough sex is...well his thing. He bruises easily, he likes to spank MC, biting, choking, being feral? That's how he's always done it. And he loved seeing the marks left behind on both him and MC. However, tonight he could sense something was off about his lover...and he had to force it out of them to explain what the trouble was. MC was wanting something more tender with tonight's intimacy. Perhaps, rough wasn't the way to go, maybe something more relaxing like cuddling and kissing while touching each other, or body worshipping? Even if it was just a simple cockwarming session, MC just wanted something tame and low energy. Satan does agree that a change in pace is nice...and he's more than capable of providing that. Because what kind of lover would he be if he didn't consider it? He opts for caressing and holding MC all night while softly grinding against them. This newfound soft intimacy works just as well as the rough fucking, and Satan enjoys it quite a lot.

Mammon: He understands right away from the last report he got from the Ai health bots that fly around his palace about MC's latest condition since their last romp fest. They needed time to rest and heal from having their insides rearranged and he knew just the thing to help with that. A relaxing spa day, a gentle massage, all from him. At the end of the day, MC is cuddling in his large arms, receiving kisses and gentle grabs on their backside. They settle for mutual masturbation while making eye contact, and they continue to rest and cuddle for the remainder of the night. Mammon doesn't always have to go all out when he has his intimate moments with MC, and this was a great example of how much control and maturity he had about it. Plus, MC always suspected Mammon to be that of the romantic type.

Beelzebub: Trying to explain the words "vanilla" and "sex" in the same sentence to Beel was like telling him to stop breathing. It just simply didn't register at first when MC brought it up, and it honestly took Bael bringing up the fact that there were still bruises from last time and they need to be treated more gentle. Beel then starts to get it, though vanilla isn't his style when it comes to sex, he's willing to try it out and help MC take a break from their normal routine (as if they had one to begin with) Surprisingly, this king is very good at toning down his kinks, boiling it down to soft kisses, and giving MC a good head session. He always likes making a meal out of them anyway, but he only stops there. No penetration for tonight. He's just going to have to be reminded constantly that they're still taking a break from rough sex until further notice.

Leviathan: He's instantly bored of the idea of "vanilla" sex. He can barely get off on the rough sex they have now. It's a true struggle with having Levi figure out what exactly is soft and toned down for his liking. For now, MC compromises with dry humping, and soft kisses all while hearing Levi complain and grumble about it. But even if he doesn't come from it, he still likes spending intimate time with MC, and will even try harder to see if he can continue having these moments with them. That at least still gives MC a break, and still gives them time to spend with Leviathan in the bedroom.

Lucifer: The king of care and knowing what MC needs for healing? You didn't have to ask him twice about that. Salves, ice packs, and healing remedies provided from Buer combined from soft words of affirmation and physical touch from Luci is just enough to get things started. Plus, it seems our fallen seraphim is really good with his hands, getting MC off with his soft touch alone. The cries of pleasure though quiet and not as loud and expressive as when they go at it for hours roughly, works for Lucifer and he appreciates it all the same. He's even fine with MC being in his embrace and them kissing here and there as they rest and listen to something in the background.

Belphegor: Vanilla sex? At first he was teasing and making fun of MC for even suggesting something like that until he realized it meant a lot less work for him to do in order to get off during sex. When he found out he didn't even have to penetrate or take off his clothes? He was sold. It turns out Belphie's really big on making out while dry humping. Even though uh with the way he's dressed most of the time, you couldn't really call it completely dry. But at least he's fine with doing this, in fact he may want to only have vanilla sex from this day onward. The less work to please you and him? The better. Plus the long sleeping sessions together was his favorite part.

Asmodeus: MC figured he'd be the most difficult to explain this too. By now they had tried almost every position Asmo could think of, almost every kink and hours of banging each other combined. But when MC brings up wanting something more vanilla, this is no issue for the usual unhinged King. He's setting up candles, aromatherapy, massaging MC's shoulders and being really gentle with them. Who knew that he could take something like thighfucking and make it absolutely romantic and intimate? He even shortens the amount of time that he's making love to MC, giving them even more of a recovery time. This is a new side to Asmo that MC likes and while they know it's temporary, at least they are enjoying it as much as possible.

[base0h]

Hiiii. So this is my first time requesting or anything so I’m kinda really nervous??? Anyways, I love your crack fics, I literally giggle non stop and they bring light into my soul.

So, that being said, I have a request. Could you do something with Crocodile and Ace (and whichever other characters) reacting to their s/o having a spider or some type of scary bug on their back? Idk if your can go anywhere with this but hey, it’s worth a shot.

Okay that’s it bye bye have a good day :)))

a/n - omg I’m so glad I can bring light into your life 😭🫶 literally my goal when I’m writing this stuff 💜 oml bro crocodile is afraid of bugs I just know he is 💀 that’s why he had robin, so she could handle them for him

warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, crack, crocodile would leave you with the the bug just to run as far away as possible 💀🫶

- pls if he sees a single bug in his house he’d move out of his mansion and go to another sea of ocean 💀

- don’t get me wrong he takes you with him of course and makes sure you’re protected from those heinous insects. Get ready for loads of bug spray and pest killing chemicals, because your house is going to smell like that for at least a couple weeks 😃🫶

- so one day, you’re relaxing on the sofa, listening to some ambient music, the lights a bit dimmed, with the shutters open just enough for some light to shine through without being too harsh. It was a weekend, so it was due time for some relaxation!

- crocodile had just gotten finished with his work, and finally he’d get to spend some quality time with you. As he walked over, getting ready to join you on the couch, he froze.

- his eyes were locked onto your back, his breathing completely stopped, his body stiff as a board

- a tiny black speck on your back was… moving. Could that be a- SPIDER? You turned around because you heard footsteps, and you looked confused to see crocodile just- frozen, with wide, disgusted, fearful eyes as if you just committed some heinous crime against humanity

- “….Crocodile? You ok?”

- …

- “Hello???? Earth to crocodile?”

- “Y/n. You know I love you right?“

- “…What?”

- “Then you know why I must do this.”

- “What do you me- hey where’re you going?!”

- to go bag (he has one prepared for this exact situation bruh 💀) materializes out of thin air, then cue crocodile skedaddling out the door without explaining or warning you like a scared selfish asshole

- “CROCODILE IT’S NOT EVEN THE SIZE OF MY FINGERNAIL.”

- “IT’S AN INSECT Y/N.”

- “SO YOU’D LEAVE ME WITH THE FUCKING BUG SO YOU COULD GET AWAY FIRST-? 😭”

- “..well of course I would’ve sent someone back for you-“

- “SENT SOMEONE?!”

- see now ace is afraid of bugs too. But he’s not a selfish asshole like crocodile 💀 bro would at least try and protect you while screaming and sobbing

- you two were relaxing, snuggling together and watching the sun set on the deck of the Moby dick. It always never failed to amaze you with how many colors spread across the sky.

- ace absolutely adored these moments with you. It made him feel so- alive but also dead at the same time. Because how could one be this happy and in love with you?

- he looked down at you, and leaned down to press a kiss to the top of your head, and that’s when he saw… it

- cue the scream of a demon plus a kid who just saw a clown

- “WTF ACE WHAT?!”

- “BABE- DO NOT MOVE. THERE’S A BIGASS BUG ON YOUR HEAD.”

- “EXCUSE ME?!”

- ace grabbed his shoe in a panic, and aimed directly at your head. But since he was so afraid, he was closing his eyes.. as he was swinging to kill the bug.. and he ended up slapping the absolute shit out of you instead of the bug

- “Phew, think I got it- Y/N?! WHAT HAPPENED ARE YOU OK?!”

- “WDYM AM I OK YOU SLAPPED THE SHIT OUT OF ME-“

- “Sorry.. OH SHIT I MISSED-“

- “NONONONO ACE WAIT-“

- you got hit five times before he actually got it. 💀🫶 I hope your brain isn’t damaged 😭

- luffy was one of those kids who collected beetles and watched them fight each other like it was the most intense battle he’s ever seen 💀

- so of course he’s not afraid of them. Bro likes them so much that he doesn’t know if the one piece is better or if beetles are better 😭

- luffy was rambling to you about the various different types of beetles, and which ones were the strongest in fights. He was giving you the WHOLE lowdown, their stats, weaknesses, special skills, traits, etc. 💀 you were surprised luffy had this level of knowledge on- anything really

- “Yeah so the atlas beetle can DEFINITELY take down the rhino beetle because of its really tough shell and- OH MY GOD-“

- “Huh-?! What’s wrong?!”

- “OMG OMG Y/N YOU HAVE AN ATLAS BEETLE ON YOUR HEAD!”

- “Luffy you better be joking. Is it even April yet?”

- “Nono it’s right here see?”

- he pulled it off your head and put it in front of your face. The way you froze, and the way your heart stopped, dropped down to your feet, and then climbed back up 😭

- you couldn’t even scream, you just got up and hauled ass away from whatever that abomination of a creature was

- “Y/n where are you going?! I have to show you how it fights!”

- “I’M PERFECTLY FINE NOT SEEING THAT LUFFY-“

- “But y/n they really like you! You’ve got a rhino beetle on your back too!”

- “WHAT?!”

- you legit stopped, dropped, and rolled 💀💀💀 poor robin was watching the whole thing transpire from really far away so she couldn’t hear the context of what the hell was happening 😭

a/n - bro I missed writing these. I’m a bit rusty tho 😂

[raccoonsface]

“T-Tara?” Pt.2

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Words- About 750

Warnings- angst or fluff, idk tbh. Swearing, idk what else

Just to say some stuff, I lost my other emails’ password and that email was connected to my other account so I’m on this one now. Sorry for being gone for so long too!

Summary- Y/n and Tara have a crush on each other and go to great lengths to make sure they have them all to themselves.

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Part 1

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“Jeez the suns out early”

Tara has just woken up from her sleep, she was tired from all the running around yesterday.

She almost falls back asleep because of it but then she turns over and takes a look at her clock

“SHIT! ITS 10:30 AM IM LATE FOR SCHOOL”

She rushes to get all of her stuff packed so she can make it to school before lunch, which is at 11:30, so it shouldn’t be that hard… right?

“Okay I’m fucked… I can’t find my keys.”

Oh Well she’s fucked

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Tara’s POV

“I’m gonna fucking die”

I’m not gonna make it there in time, come on Tara run faster. Damn it’s hot out

Fuck I didn’t bring my inhaler, again?!What the fuck Tara, you’re gonna die on the side of the street. I’ve gotta sit down, yeah the sidewalk under this tree looks fine.

“Damn two days in a row”

Is this heaven? Ugh it’s too bright here.

“Hah, no this isn’t heaven Tara” oh it’s Y/n

“Well if it isn’t then what am I doing looking at a goddess” damn what’s going on right now

“Geez don’t you got the pick up lines when you’re literally gasping for air”

She’s funny, and really pretty

“Okay, Tara here you go” Her and that extra inhaler

I mean it definitely feels way better when I can breathe that’s for sure, but every time I look at her I loose my breath anyways so I don’t really see the point in it.

“You good Tara?” So kind

“Huh, oh yeah” me and my dumbass self

“Okay good… what are you doing running out here with a backpack on anyways?” Looking for a princess like you

“Oh- uhm I’m running late for school”

“Huh, I didn’t know there was school on Saturdays” shit of course it’s Saturday, that’s why my alarm didn’t go off.

“Oh… I forgot it was Saturday” oh my god you sound like an idiot Tara!

“Huh, well you need a ride to get home?” I think I’m gonna faint

“Uhm I mean if you’re willing to” Oh. My. God.

“I mean if you want me to” of course I do beautiful.

“Uh I mean yeah sure”

“Okay, yeah, alright uhm my cars over there”

“Right! Right, I gotta get up” oh my god she’s reaching out her hand towards me, oh I’m gonna die when I get home

“Thanks”

“Yeah, no problem” She seems kinda shy.. it’s probably nothing I’m over analyzing

“Damn this car seat is comfy” no like holy shit this is comfy

“Yeah, I know, they’re custom seats.” Of course they are

“Anyways where do you live?” Oh right!

“Oh uhm it’s uhh” me and my damn it stuttering

“You wanna go eat instead? I mean you must be hungry from all that running, and I don’t mean to-“ aww she’s so cute I can’t believe I survived without her before

“I’d love to go out with you- I mean yeah I’m down to go eat with you” what the hell Tara

“Huh, right, anyways where should we go?” Shit I don’t know

“Uhm, let’s go tooooooo…” I have no idea where to go eat

“How about we drive around and figure out where to eat..?” Phew!

“Yeah I think that’s probably the better idea” she’s really smart… she could be my wife..

OKAY NO Tara get yourself together. You cannot do this. But she’s so perfect.. maybe just maybe. I can’t even fight it anymore.. I need her. I need Y/n.

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Oh my god. A lot has happened in the past two months. The meaning behind this new account is between the warnings and the summary at the top.

Sorry for the short post! They’ll be way more sooner!

I have a three part series for Astrid Deetz, the last two parts will probably come out after the movie is released because I can’t really get much off of her character just from the trailer

Anyways hope you guys have had a nice day!

[peachhcs]

please something with Sammy and will after tonight’s (Chicago’s) game! he looked way too good

ok i know umich women's soccer isn't doing the best this season and they lost their game last night, but let's just pretend for this tehehe. will looked fine affff in that intermission interview phew

au masterlist

samy’s phone buzzed in her hand while she helped hannah unlock their apartment door and shuffled in with their stuff. the brunette smiled seeing her boyfriend’s name flash across the screen knowing they probably just finished the game an hour ago.

“damn, is he ever not on time with those calls?” hannah teased when she saw her friend’s phone making the two giggle.

“he’s very consistent with calling every night,” samy hummed, dropping her bags by the counter for now so she could answer will’s call.

his face appeared a moment later, curls damp and face flushed probably from the shower. hannah quickly waved when samy propped her phone up on the counter, “hey will! about to go watch the highlights!” the duke sibling exclaimed before disappearing from the frame.

will chuckled. “hey hannah. hey,” he directed his focus back to samy, expression worn from the long day and the even longer night ahead as they headed to canada for tomorrow night’s game.

“hi, i haven’t watched the highlights yet. we just got back from my game as soon as you called,” samy smiled a bit, but it faded when she saw the blonde’s faded expression.

“ugh, you don’t have to even bother. we lost 4-2,” will rolled his eyes a bit, the defeat clear in his system still. so far, the season hadn’t really been off to a great start yet.

“aw, i’m sorry. how long were you on for?”

“i was on every period, but i dunno. bedard is fucking scary sometimes on the ice,” will huffed making samy giggle.

"yeah, you're right with that one. i mean at least you tried your best that's all that matters. i'm sure it will pick up. you're still getting used to it and everything. plus, these guys way faster and way different from college hockey," she offered her best advice to hopefully lift the hockey player's spirits. will did manage a smile.

"i know, i know. still hurts sometimes though. i can count how many games we've won on one hand," he held up his fingers.

"it will look up, i promise. i'm still proud of you, and i did catch your first intermission interview. you should see the comments under that video," the girl giggled referring to the all the other girls fan-girling over her boyfriend because of how good he looked between periods.

will's cheeks flushed in embarrassment, shaking his head a bit, "so are you saying you agree with them?"

"i mean, you did look pretty good. they have a point," samy grinned making her boyfriend deeply blush.

"i'll remember that then. too bad you aren't here to see it all in person," he teased back which had samy blushing as well.

if anything, samy was always right along with those girls making edits and thirsting over her boyfriend. she loved seeing the edits come in her for you page and more times than not, she was sending them to will so he could see himself.

"maybe next time when i don't have a game keeping me here."

"you guys won right?" will wondered and the brunette eagerly nodded. "i caught some of it during intermission. 7-1's pretty good."

"i know. we're super excited about the season. coach definitely thinks we're winning it all," samy chuckled.

"i mean, with you there it's pretty much in the bag," the boy's words brought another blush to her cheeks.

"you're just saying that," she rolled her eyes, but will just shrugged.

"i've already bought my tickets for the finals," the couple shared a smile with one another.

"bold move, but i appreciate it."

"hey will, we're packing up soon," a new voice entered the call and samy quickly recognized it as macklin.

the younger brunette stuck his head into the frame, waving. "hi samy."

"hi mack. i'll let you guys go. have a safe flight, text me when you land," samy blew a kiss to will through the screen.

"i will. i love you," he did the same back, ignoring macklin's snickering.

"i love you, too! bye mack," she waved to them before ending the call, excited to finally get into the shower to get all the dirt and sweat off her body.

"is this how gabe felt last year when you were always calling samy?" macklin teased while will threw his phone onto the bed to get the rest of his things together.

"oh shut up," he shoved the boy, sharing a laugh. "when you get a girlfriend, i'm not gonna leave you alone either."

[discordiansamba]

thinking more thoughts about the aoex roleswap au

shura and rin likely have a more amicable relationship than yukio and shura do in canon. unfortunately this means this means that shura inevitably rubs off on rin the worst way possible. really just sort of enhances his already existing drive to ditch stuff that's not important to his main goal (protecting yukio).

shura, in a moment of clarity after she's freed from hachiro: *why* is he like that.

shura: ...oh no. it's my fault.

(don't worry shura, it's not entirely your fault.)

yukio is uh. more than willing to let shura just kill him when she isolates him for interrogation. those mental health problems? definitely still not over them. this is fine, he thinks. maybe rin can actually live his life for once.

shura doesn't do it, though. it would break rin.

(shura googling 'mental health tips for teens')

rin recognizing his crush on shiemi for what it is, but also quickly determining that yukio has feelings for her too- and they even seem to have a good mood between them! okay. he can step aside for his little brother. it'll be just like everything else.

(for once, it's not)

shiemi asks rin to the dance party at first, but he turns her down and suggest she should ask yukio instead... only for yukio to also reject shiemi. and for once in his life, rin gets angry at his brother.

(rin has to physically restrain himself from stepping in and helping during the exwire exam. this is fine. he's not supposed to help.)

rin wears the short coat version of the exorcist uniform. he does not really care that's more typically worn by women. the long one gets in the way!

shiro hearing that one of the pages has managed to summon a high level water demon during the test for tamer ability and is just like. huh. i wonder whose brat that was.

shiro: ...IT'S MY BRAT!?

rin: I'm calling her Levi. we're friends now! :)

shiro: ...yeah that's yuri's child alright. jesus christ.

yukio, upon realizing that after (gestures at the world's most traumatizing weekend) that he still has to get up on stage and make his speech as the first year representative: truly this is a hell of my own making

yukio, grabbing rin by the scruff of his jacket and dragging him back to their dorm room to forcibly make him study. i'm stronger than you nii-san. there's no escape

rin: wow... you really *are* a demon

yukio: you can wear short sleeves again, nii-san. you don't need to hide your tattoos from me. i know they're for work.

rin: oh phew! it was getting kind of hot.

their problems are both truly rooted in the fact that they actually care about each other a lot. rin's ready to sacrifice everything for yukio, and yukio would just like to disappear so rin can stop doing that, thanks.

(but at the same time, he doesn't actually want to die, in spite of everything. but that just makes him feel even worse.)

shura: listen. don't mention what happened to your eye to anyone until we figure out what's going on here.

rin: even to yukio?

shura: ESPECIALLY to yukio.

[likablemuffin]

Its nice that blood is red against snow (Whumptober)

(From: Random ROTTMNT oneshots)

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Day 19: Blood Trail

So...this hadn't exactly been...the best time ever.

Donnie had said that there was a group of mutants that was stealing things from people and hiding away in a forest near NYC to stash them. Honestly, the fact that they hadn't been caught yet was quite impressive, considering the fact that Donnie was able to so easily find out basically everything about them.

So, even though it was in the middle of the winter and there was snow everywhere, the Mad Dogz set out to stop the criminals. And honestly? It wasn't going that bad!.... At first... they had found the villains hideout pretty easily, but they did not expect the villains to have literal guns. 

So they were all running around and dodging the bullets. Thankfully, the mutants weren't very good at aiming, considering the fact that they accidentally shot each other a few times. So the turtles were able to take back a lot of the stuff the mutants had stolen. 

"Leo! Portal us out of here!" Raph yells at Leo from across the battlefield. Leo was literally dancing around the bullets, but he stops when he hears Raph calling to him. "You got it, hermano!" Leo opens a portal next to Raph and Donnie, and they both jump through. Leo turns around to see Mikey tying up a whole bunch of the mutants. 

"Hey, Mikey! We gotta go, bro!" Mikey turns to face Leo and starts running over to him. However, the thing that Mikey doesn't notice is that one of the mutants is aiming his gun directly at him. Leo notices though. "MIKEY!" Leo quickly opens a portal behind where Mikey is standing and lunges at Mikey to push him in. 

However, the mutant still fires the gun, and instead of it shooting Mikey, it shoots Leo's leg. Leo cries out as he and Mikey fall into the portal and disappear. The mutants (that are still alive. A few of them were actually killed from their careless shooting.) looks at each other and then the places where the turtles disappeared. One of them, the boss, starts yelling at the others. "WHY WOULD YOU LET THEM GO????" "You think I just let them go?! I didn't know they were going to have portals!" "OH MY GOSH, YOU'RE SUCH AN IDIOT."

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Raph and Donnie stumble through the portal with all the stolen stuff. "Phew! Thank goodness those guys weren't good at aiming those guns!" Raph says as he dusts some snow off of himself. Donnie stands up and fixes his goggles that had partly fallen off his head when he went through the portal. "Yeah. I can shoot way better than those bastards." Raph scoffs and glares at Donnie. "I thought I said no swearing?" Donnie looks at him with an unimpressed expression and starts picking up some of the stuff off of the floor with his metal arms. "Well, I guess I didn't hear you."

Raph groans and face palms. He then turns around to see if Leo and Mikey are in the lair yet. He's very surprised to see that they're both nowhere to be seen. "Hey, Donnie?" Donnie pauses from picking stuff off the floor and turns to Raph with a questioning look. "Yeah?" "Where are Leo and Mikey? Shouldn't they be here by now?" Donnie shrugs and looks at his tech gauntlet trackers. "Well, I suppose we can...see?" 

Raph quickly walks to Donnie's side to also look at the gauntlet. "What? Whats wrong??" Donnie taps on his gauntlet a few times. "They're both out in the middle of nowhere..." Raph screams in Donnie's ear. "WHAT?! ARE THEY OKAY??" Donnie puts one of his fingers on Raph's mouth. "Please don't scream so loud in my ear." 

Raph blushes slightly from embarrassment. "Ah, sorry, Dee." Donnie waves his hand. "Its fine. But why do you think I would know if they're okay or not?" Raph starts running over to the garage, where the turtle tank is. "Lets go find them then!" As Raph runs into the garage, Donnie runs after him. "HEY! DONT START UP THE TURTLE TANK WITHOUT ME! YOU'LL BREAK IT!!"

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The first thing Mikey sees after being smashed into one of Leo's portals is Leo himself. Leo's arm is over Mikey protectively, and he's looking at Mikey. "H-Hey bud...you okay?" Leo's voice trembles as he speaks. "Yeah, I-I'm fine. What about you?" Mikey starts sitting up but stops when Leo releases a hiss of pain. "Leo? Are you hurt?" Leo attempts to smile at Mikey, but it ends up just looking like a grimace. "Nah, I'll b-be fine..." 

Mikey huffs. "I know you're lying. What hurts?" Leo looks around awkwardly and attempts to sit up himself. However, he has to stop halfway through trying and lay back down again. "Leg..." Mikey sits up fully and looks at Leo's leg, being very surprised to see that Leo's leg has a bullet hole in it and is currently bleeding everywhere.

"OHMIGOSH- Leo! Why didn't you tell me you got shot?!" Leo attempts to shrug while lying down. "It really isn't that bad..." Mikey frowns. "It certainly looks bad to me!" Leo shivers from lying down in the snow for so long, and Mikey realizes they should probably get into somewhere where there isn't so much snow. 

"Leo? Can you walk?" Leo shakes his head gently. "I-I don't know if I can, Mike..." Mikey frowns again and stands up to view their surroundings. The snow around Leo's leg has turned a dark red, and only from seeing that does Mikey realize how dire this situation is. Mikey crouches down next to Leo. "Maybe I could help you walk? All that I know is that we can't stay here, and it looks like you lost your swords..." Leo attempts to push himself up with his arms, and he does manage to push himself off the ground a bit. "Yeah, we c-can try..." 

Mikey nods and reaches one of his hands out to Leo so Leo can take it. Leo slowly reaches towards Mikey's hand and manages to grab it. Mikey starts carefully lifting Leo up off of the ground. Leo hisses in pain when it gets to him having to actually stand up. "Leo, come on, we gotta go..." Leo looks at Mikey. "S-Sorry, it just really really hurts." After a few more minutes of struggling to find out a good way to get Leo off the ground, Mikey finally manages to help Leo up.

Leo instantly leans almost all his body weight on Mikey, to which Mikey almost falls over. Leo notices this pretty quickly and tries to put less weight on him. "Jeez, sorry, Mikey..." Mikey shakes his head. "No no! Its alright! Now, can we try to walk?" Leo nods, and Mikey starts trying to get Leo to take very small steps. 

Leo almost falls over a few times, but they're able to walk quite a bit from the original spot they were. However, over time, Leo starts to get a bit more sluggish and unable to take as many steps. Mikey notices this and starts walking a bit slower. 

After even more walking and Leo barely being able to keep himself up, they spot a cabin. It doesn't look old, so it's probably someone's summer cabin. "Leo, look! A cabin! Do you think you can make it over there?" Leo shakes from the cold, but he still manages a smile at Mikey. "Y-Yeah, I should be able t-to." Mikey smiles back at him, and they continue walking. 

When they reach the cabin, Mikey checks inside the windows to make sure no one is in it. There isnt. Of course, the door is locked, but Mikey is able to literally just rip off the doorknob. Leo's feet are basically dragging on the ground at this point, and the moment Mikey and Leo enter the cabin, Leo falls. Thankfully, Mikey is just barely able to catch him before he hits the floor. "Leo-!" 

Mikey carefully lays Leo on the floor. "Good job, Leo." Leo smiles shakily at him. "T-Thanks..." Mikey takes Leo's medic pouch and starts shifting through it to find something to help Leo. Leo's eyes start to drift shut, and Mikey has to quickly shake him to keep him awake. "Don't pass out on me, Lee!" Leo groans from being shaken, but he nods none the less.

Mikey ends up finding some gauze that he wraps around Leo's leg. Leo hisses in pain when Mikey tightens it, and Mikey instantly feels bad. "I'm sorry, Leo! I'm just trying to stop the bleeding." Leo feebly starts speaking. "T-The bullet..." Mikey looks at him confused for a bit before he realizes what Leo's trying to say. "Yeah, the bullet is still in your leg, but I don't think we have anything to get it out right now...but when Raph and Donnie show up, we'll fix you up as good as new, okay?" Leo gently nods and lays his head on the floor. Mikey sighs and gets more gauze to tie around Leo's leg. 

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"What do you mean the trackers stopped working?!" Raph shouts from where he's driving the turtle tank. Donnie groans and yells as loud as he can across the tank. "I DONT KNOW WHY! THEY JUST STOPPED WORKING!!" Raph stops the tank and gets out of the driver's seat to walk to Donnie's side. "Do you think it's because of the snowstorm?" Donnie starts basically punching his tech gauntlet. "Probably, and it being a fucking snowstorm doesn't make me feel any better about the fact OUR BROTHERS ARE OUT THERE." 

Raph stands next to Donnie, unsure of what to do for a bit. "Well... maybe there's something outside that'll tell us where they went? This is around the spot that they first showed up after portalling away, right?" Donnie stops smacking his gauntlet screen and looks up at Raph. "Yeah, but what could there possibly be that would tell us where they are?" Raph walks over to the door of the turtle tank, opening it and stepping outside. 

He gets instantly hit by a blast of cold air, but he still manages to look around. As he looks around, he notices something that not only makes him feel instant relief but also instant fear.

It was a blood trail.

Raph steps back into the turtle tank. "It's not exactly the nicest thing ever...but I found a lead. I don't think we'll be able to follow it in the turtle tank though." Donnie runs up to Raph. "Really?! What is it?" Raph grimaces and looks behind him through the doorway. "A blood trail.." "WHAT?!" Donnie instantly runs out of the door and starts following the trail. "A- DONNIE!" Raph calls after Donnie as he starts following the blood trail too. "WAIT FOR ME, DONNIE!!"

After Raph finally catches up to Donnie, Donnie takes out two flashlights from his battle shell. One for Raph, and one for himself. They continue following the trail and trying their best to not lose it, which is a bit hard since the snowstorm keeps covering over parts of the trail. And even though it's not exactly the prettiest sight, Donnie and Raph find themselves stressing every time the blood trail stops from more snow covering it.

They continue following it until they come to a cabin, which is clearly where the trail ends. A random doorknob rolls towards Donnie, probably thanks to the wind blowing it. Yep, Leo and Mikey are here.

Donnie and Raph start to climb up the stairs, and Raph knocks on the door. Raph has never been more happy to hear Mikey's voice. "H-Hello?" Raph instantly rips the door off its hinges, not even thinking about the fact that the cabin is probably someone else's. Raph definitely doesn't like the scene that he sees in the cabin. Mikey is sitting on the floor holding Leo, who not only has tons of bandages on his leg and looks to be passed out, but he looks genuinely blue. Which, considering the blood trail and bloody bandages, means that Leo has lost a lot of blood. Which is not good.

Donnie rushes in so fast that Raph can swear he felt wind blow his mask tails as Donnie went by. Donnie skids to a stop at Leo's side and starts to check the bandages on Leo's leg. "Was he shot?" He asks Mikey. "Y-Yes. The bullet is still in his leg." Donnie nods. "Probably a good idea to not get it out without any proper equipment. Good job, Michael." Donnie gently pats Mikey on the head and stands up. "Raph? Could you please pick Leo up?" Raph softly walks into the cabin and crouches down to pick Leo up. 

When Raph picks Leo up, Leo groans softly, which causes Raph to almost drop him from shock. Of course though, he doesn't. They all walk out of the cabin and walk back to the turtle tank. When they get inside, Raph gently sets Leo down and goes to start driving the tank. Donnie walks up to Leo, picks him up, sits down, and holds him. Mikey comes up next to him and sits down next to him, putting his head on Donnie's shoulder. "Thank you for showing up..." Donnie looks over at Mikey. "Of course I showed up. I would never be able to forgive myself if I said you two would just be fine and didn't come to get you."

Donnie turns his head around again and is very surprised to feel Mikey start crying. "Mikey..?" Mikey sniffs and gently takes Leo's hand. "I-I thought Leo was going to d-die..." Donnie leans his head onto Mikey's. "Well, he didn't. And he'll be fine, okay?" Mikey sniffs again. "I know... t-thank you, Donnie..." "Of course, little brother." Raph starts up the tank, turns it around, and starts driving back to the lair. And by the time they get back to the lair, Donnie, Mikey, and Leo are all sleeping together in a turtle pile.

The best part is that Leo is smiling.

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[cal-daisies-and-briars]

And lastly here’s lots of gifts for you!!! You deserve them and so much more good stuff!!

🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁 (story whose current chapter/section you’re most excited to share)

🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁 (current favorite buck plot)

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🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁 (story you think will surprise people the most)

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I hope you have fun with all of this! I’m eternally grateful that we love the same show so I get to enjoy all your amazing work!

- PCA <3

PCA YOU'RE BACK! I MISSSSED YOU!

Starting with this section for reasons, so let's go!

For "story whose current chapter/section you’re most excited to share" I am going to choose 21 for 🍎:

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“Tommy told you that, huh?” Eddie asks.

“He might have suggested it.”

“I hate that guy,” Eddie sighs.

“You’re the reason he was around to begin with, Eddie. You have no one to blame but yourself.”

Eddie shakes his head. “Let’s stop talking about him.” 

“Oh, would you rather talk about Manuel?” 

“I was kind of hoping to talk about us, actually.” 

Us. Buck shivers a little.

Buck grins. “Yeah, uh… That sounds good. Us is good.” 

“Good, because-” 

Eddie is cut off by the sound of a knock on the bedroom door.

“That’ll be Athena,” Buck says. “One sec?”

Eddie nods. 

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For "current favorite buck plot" it's also gonna be 21 for 🍎:

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He crosses the room and opens the door. Athena is standing on the other side, expression grim. 

“Hey,” Buck says. “Uh, you okay?”

“I’m not interrupting, am I?” She asks.

Well…

“Talking to Eddie,” Buck says. “What’s wrong?”

“Ann doesn’t have much time left,” Athena explains. “She’ll pass today most likely.”

Buck’s shoulders slump. “Oh no.”

Athena nods, expression pinched. “I’m going to go to the hospital to be with Bobby. I know you’re not feeling great, but if you’re up to it-”

“I’ll come,” Buck nods. “Of course I’ll come.”

Athena smiles sadly. She pats his shoulder.

“Thank you.”

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My "current favorite eddie plot" is actually a Chris plot, but heavily to do with Eddie, so 21 for 🔬:

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Okay, phew. She’s not going to defend him. Chris is relieved.

“Honestly, it made me pretty uncomfortable,” Chris admits. 

Grandma nods. “I can see why, Christopher. There was no need for that whole thing to turn into such a scene.”

“Right,” Chris agrees. “And, you know, Nico was scared.”

“Sweet little thing,” Grandma coos. “Of course he was.”

“Why did Grandpa do that?” Chris asks. He’s not even ready to ask about the Diaz blood comment yet. He will, he thinks. Depending on her response. 

“Oh, well… Sometimes your abuelo doesn’t know when to leave well enough alone,” Grandma says. “Of course, Nico’s reaction was theatrical. But was that the time or place to address it? No.”

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For "story you think will surprise people the most" I'm gonna say 21 for ☣️:

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Like something is going to burst through them. Flames or laser beams or something. 

Miss Tremblay looks at him, unimpressed by his outburst. It’s not the first time he’s snapped at her. He’s so irritable lately. He’s snapping at everyone who isn’t his sister, niece, or nephew. 

“My hands are tied, Mr. Buckley,” she says. “Please have Mrs. Han sign the form.”

“Fine,” Buck huffs. “Thanks, as usual, for your empathetic understanding of my niece’s tremendous loss.”

Miss Tremblay sighs, but says nothing. It doesn’t matter. Buck is already walking away. 

▪️▪️▪️

The second time it happens, he’s at home. Or, someone else’s home, where he now lives. For the second time this calendar year. Not that he holds any resentment about that, but… It’s been a while since he felt like he had his own place. 

He parks his Jeep in the driveway, and walks through the front door into a dark, quiet house. Maddie isn’t doing well today. She’s the person who gets to wallow. 

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For "story that’s calling you to write right now" that'll also be 21 for 🍎 because I'm hoping to finish it soon:

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Of course he’s coming. It doesn’t matter how he’s feeling. 

“Give me five minutes to say goodbye to Eddie and get changed?” Buck asks.

Athena nods. “Of course. I’ll make us coffees.”

Buck disappears back into the bedroom and explains the situation to Eddie. 

“Damn,” Eddie says. “I’m really sorry to hear that.” 

“I need to go be with him,” Buck says. “He’s lost so much family, he… I should be there.”

Eddie nods. “Absolutely, you should. I get it.” 

“We’ll revisit this conversation later, though?” Buck asks hopefully.

“Definitely,” Eddie says. “Go be with Bobby, and don’t worry about it. We have time.”

[octuscle]

I’d like to know if you could help me! I want to be a professional open bodybuilder (just like Nick Walker, Derek Lunsford), but, at the same rate my muscles grow, so do my male musk (specifically sweat musk from my armpits and cock) - no shower, deodorant or anything else will clean/cover my strong smell - until the point people around me get dizzy with my musk, start to complain and ask me to leave the places. With more muscles and less body fat, more sweating and musk until it reaches a strong level that people start to avoid me from fear of my muscles and my intense gym musk! Could you help me with that? Thanks a lot!

It's always the same people who are unhappy. You're rich, you've inherited, you don't have to work. You look dazzling, you know the right people, you're always invited to the best parties. And you don't feel like it anymore? You want to change that? Do I have a free hand? Then I'll get started!

You're sitting with a few friends in your favorite bar and tell them about your plan. More out of politeness than anything else, everyone says it sounds very exciting. You loosen your tie knot and undo the top button of your shirt. Phew, that's how you get your breath back. But you still need some fresh air, it's too crowded and stuffy in here. And somehow you don't feel like going back to the sissies. You feel more like going home, maybe doing a few more press-ups and then going to bed. After a few steps, you take a deep breath. And the top button of your shirt is blown off your chest like a projectile. The seams of your suit trousers are dangerously taut.

In the stairwell of the magnificent old building next to the city park where you live, the first seams crack. Thank God you don't meet anyone. By the time you get back to your apartment, your slim-fit tailored suit is in tatters. Somehow you're not even surprised. You tear off what's left of your clothes and stuff everything into the garbage can. Even your underpants no longer fit properly and are thrown away. You go naked to your dressing room and do a few push-ups, then squats, then a round of sit-ups until you're drenched in sweat. You stand in front of the mirror. Yes, you've gone through a growth spurt. And you stink. Sweat and musk. Delicious. But you still take a shower. The towel smells awful after drying off. And you don't feel a bit cleaner.

When you wake up the next morning, your cleaning lady has opened all the windows and is airing out the apartment. When she hears your footsteps on the way to the bathroom, she comes around the corner and is about to ask you where this unpleasant smell is coming from. You almost collide. You are still naked, scratching your hairy balls while still half asleep. Your cleaning lady turns bright red with fright. Then she holds her nose. You smell your armpit and say with a grin, "Excuse me, Maria, I'd better go and have a shower". In the bathroom, the laundry basket smells like a football team's changing room. You jump in the shower, but it doesn't seem to do any good this morning either. Damn, you might as well go to your workout. At least everyone there smells of sweat.

Damn, that was a really good workout. You pose in front of the mirror. Your sweaty tank top on the floor. During the workout you were incredibly focused on the weights, only now do you realize how disgusted the other customers are looking at you

You check your reflection again. Holy shit, you look really good, what's wrong with them all? Probably just jealous. You pick up your tank top from the floor. Somehow it smells a bit. You hold it up to your nose. Yes, it's sweat and musk. Maybe a little intense. You love it. The smell makes your cock hard. The sweat stains on your sweatpants are joined by precum stains. You need to take a shower now. And wank.

When you check out, the receptionist looks at you in disgust. He puts some ointment under his nose and puts on a face mask. He informs you that the studio requires a minimum level of personal hygiene from its customers. Several customers have already complained. He asks you to come showered and with fresh clothes next time.

Yes, you smell bad despite the shower. You walk back home because you don't feel like complaining again on the subway. Normally a pleasant walk. But for one thing, your legs are really exhausted from training. On the other hand, you feel that you easily weigh 20 pounds more than you did yesterday. You look in the mirror of a shop window as you pass by. Fuck, yeah! You see the reflection of a serious amateur bodybuilder.

You're too exhausted to climb the stairs to your apartment. You get into the elevator. Mrs. Spencer from the floor below you shouts for you to hold the elevator and barely slips through the closing door with her daughter. She holds her nose in disgust. And her daughter, perhaps four years old, asks why the big man smells so bad. Phew, the elevator isn't big anyway. Today it feels even narrower.

That was all a few weeks ago now. You left your impressive apartment because the stuffy neighbors were getting on your nerves. The nagging was unbearable. You thought that the cheap apartment building where you were staying temporarily was really just a temporary solution. But there are a lot of guys living here who are like you: fuck the opinions of others, the main thing is that you grow up. Really big! When you walk through the front door, you take a deep breath. It must have smelled something like this in a Neanderthal cave.

Since you've been banned from your hairdresser, you cut your hair yourself. You like it, it looks even more brutal and masculine. Even in your hardcore gym, your stench stands out. But here the other musclemen envy you for it. Hehehe, and there's always someone who will even pay money to press his face into your armpit or suck your cheesy cock. Your life is great!

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[burnwater13]

Din Grogu sitting at a desk with his name displayed on it, on a high backed seat, while the Mandalorian stands next to the desk and announces that 'The High Magistrate will see you now.'

Sketch and edits by me.

“Grogu. Put that blaster down, right now. Gently.”

Grogu looked up at his dad and at the High Magistrate and sighed. He’d been hoping to avoid this turn of events but even a Jedi couldn’t always have their way. He put the blaster on the floor and took a step back from it. 

“Hey! That’s my blaster! C-29, how did you let Din Grogu access this weapon?”

The High Magistrate was indignant and annoyed by turns. It was clear that he appreciated Grogu’s gutsiness, but he wasn’t happy that Grogu had to display it this way.

“Why did the droid have your personal blaster?”

Din Djarin had a way of just cutting through the chatter. A Mandalorian way.

“I asked C-29 to see to it that it was cleaned and serviced properly. I haven’t seen it for a week or more. As High Magistrate I don’t really require one, but I think it adds more than it detracts.”

Grogu understood that. Jedi would use blasters in a pinch, but that didn’t mean they were happy to have anyone notice that. It wasn’t their weapon of choice, after all.

“Is that really the sort of thing a protocol droid should be doing? Why don’t you have an assistant? A living assistant?”

Good question. Grogu waited to hear the answer. Anything that distracted them from his story of taking the weapon from the protocol droid because it was planning on taking it all apart, while the mech that really did the maintenance work on it told it not to because that was outside of its programming, was a good thing.

“I used to have a Twi’lek assistant. He was very good. But he quit a month ago. Said he couldn’t keep up with all my demands and was returning to Ryloth. Obviously he was homesick, but I don’t understand what ‘demands’ he was talking about. It’s been fairly quiet here for the last several months. Really, until this whole IG-11 thing came up.”

Grogu laughed. He didn’t mean to laugh, but he did anyway. He hoped his dad understood what he was laughing about. He didn’t think the High Magistrate would. 

“I think you should ask your protocol droid what happened to your assistant.”

Good. Din Djarin had figured it out too. 

“My protocol droid? What would C-29 have to do with that? Other than process the orders?”

“Just ask.”

Grogu watched as his dad crossed his arms on his chest plate and waited for the High Magistrate to act. Not being the sort of person who would refuse to ask a question out of spite, Greef Karga, frowned at his friend and then turned his attention to the copper colored protocol droid.

“Very well. C29. Please tell these fine people what happened to Rebber La.”

“Rebber La was relieved of duty for failure to complete tasks in a timely manner.”

“See?” 

The High Magistrate commented to the Mandalorian and Grogu.

“How many tasks had Rebber La been assigned to complete?”

“One thousand two hundred and twenty five tasks.”

“What?!”

“What?”

Huh? No one could do that many tasks. Not even a Jedi who was raised by Mandalorians and had Sith grandparents, and a droid nanny. It was impossible!

“That’s absurd. What tasks were included in that list?” 

Uff. The High Magistrate made a mistake asking that question of a protocol droid. They were all going to be stuck there for hours listening to it recite the list.

Grogu coo’d to his dad. Maybe Din Djarin could think of someway to prevent that sort of torture by boredom. Grogu was starting to get hungry.

“I am not a liberty to say.”

“What!?”

Huh?

“Override personal privacy requirements. List the last five tasks you assigned to Rebber La.”

Phew. The Mandalorian had picked up on that risk right away. Grogu smiled. The people who had trained his dad really knew their stuff.

“Rebber La was assigned to locate and obtain 3PO coverings plated in appropriate materials to create a green coloring similar to hedges, grasses, and leaves. Rebber La was assigned to locate and obtain the services of droid smiths capable of replacing 3PO coverings in less than one standard day. Rebber La was…”

“Stop. Enough. I never assigned any of these tasks to Rebber La. He wasn’t a procurement droid. He was my assistant.”

“An assistant who was not able to assist you appropriately.”

Oops. Grogu was pretty sure that C29 was not supposed to say that out loud. 

Before he realized what his dad was doing, Din Djarin was walked over to the protocol droid and flipped their on/off switch to the off position. Their sensors dimmed and they just stood where they were without saying or doing another thing. 

“Why did your protocol droid want to be the color of leaves and grass? You know it wanted those parts for itself?”

“For itself? That’s… Dank Farrik. I told it I wanted some greenery added to the offices. I meant a couple of plants. Something that would brighten up the place. I had no idea that it thought I wanted it to be green. Anyway, what does this have to do with finding IG-11? That’s what I asked you to help with, not investigating office dramas.”

Grogu shook his head. He trotted over to the High Magistrate’s chair and jumped up into it and then sat back. As usual, the desk held a little bowl of snacks and Grogu began to spin around in the chair while he used the Force to grab the snacks. He didn’t really want to pay attention to the conversation that was about to ensue. It was going to make the other drama seem a lot more tame. He just wanted to skip to the end where the High Magistrate authorized the Mythrol to pay the Anzellan’s so he could go visit with IG-11-M and talk about actual important stuff. He’d had enough drama to last him a lifetime already.

To be continued...