#uuhhh open?

[thetoaddaddy]

A lil drabble for the lonely god au

It’s raining. A heavy downpour. The kind that pelts against the skin and gives one a terrible chill. It doesn’t bode well for an old mountain top shine. The wood groans. The roof leaks. Mould feasts and nature rejoices. 

To most he would look like an ordinary man now. The lacklustre shine and ethereal commanding aura is long faded. He is at most a tangible ghost. One could reach out and touch him. Feel him. Hold his cold skin and trace his tired features. He must look odd too. Clothes bitten at the hems from being long overdue for a change. Their faded colours matching his faded presence. Bare feet, dirty and wet. Dark eyes, dull and emotionless. The rest of his face just as blank as he stares at the sky. 

It was raining that day too. 

When the land was collided in a three way war. When three gods who once oversaw one united country began to fight. First it was just disagreements. Then altercations. Before long one who were now three destroyed their nation. Land was split. The earth was shaken and scarred. What was left was three with no choice but to start again, away from each other. 

He knows he took the biggest toll. 

Maybe that’s what drove them away. 

Lacking faith in their god they left. One by one. Maybe they went to one of them. A healer or a determined go getter is much more reliable than someone who… well… he didn’t recall what. What his goal is or how he failed the ones who once loved him. They were fed. They had protection. They had him. But maybe he just wasn’t good enough. 

That’s why there’s nothing left. Not even his name. He can’t even step out of the gate of his shrine. Any day now… He’ll collapse. This form will wither. He will be nothing more than the dirt below him. 

Something warm and fuzzy weaves around his feet. His head slowly moves down to see a fox with golden fur. It makes a funny sound, something like a bark and grumble, before trotting off to the main part of his decaying domain. He follows, taking shelter under the small wooden structure. Inside of which held a raised area full of soggy blankets and moth eaten robes. Rotted offerings in fraying baskets were barely recognizable at the foot of the small step. So he lays down. Soaking wet and cold. Staring at the rain framed by the open shoji.. or what remained of it. It broke years ago. 

Some small part of him did remember. When he had ladies fawning over him. They were curled up on his blankets and poured him all the alcohol he could stand… That’s about all he remembers. The marks of a long ago past still remained on his hallowed grounds. The things humans used. Tilled ground and ruined crop land. Broken dishes. There’s a place of hot water too. Somewhere not too far… he can’t access it now. 

The fox made that sound again, calling for his attention. The best he could do was run his hand along it’s back. The beast eventually settled to lick his cheek. But it wasn’t long until those big ears perked up and it dashed back off in the rain. 

Wonder what it heard? 

The thought was fleeting. Running through his brain like a brush going from one end of the paper to the other. 

Well… 

There’s not much else to do but rest. 

[skrrtscree]

REALLY LATE VALENTINES ART - yeah im ngl this is really self indulgent 🩷❤️

[nickkcha]

Hi again! I drew my Casey's version, I really love this design I made, I think I copied his aesthetic bc i have all these exact clothes XD

(and I re opened comms info in dm •3•)

[tartppola]

hey y’alllll i opened comms cus of semester break 🫡🫡

edit : i forgot how to check slots in ko-fi so i’m keeping count hereeee

edit2 : i figured out how to use the add-ons on ko fi so itd be easier to comm extra characters on a piece 🫡

[west-tokyo-incidents]

There is something wonderful about Mother, making a place for everything in its body.

CW; emeto mention(brief), torture, blood, general insanity ensues.

The glow of sickening yellow-green not-bile pulses within great spires. Spires that drool from ceiling to floor like the awful trail of saliva from one's lips to the floor after a sudden vomit. Hundreds of them that sway and threaten to break in an unfelt breeze. Spires made of twisting black metal and tech. Spires thicker than buildings at their thinnest point.

Here are contained the prisoners. Those who dare to hide information from The Facility are here. Mother’s Intestines is the deepest pit of the Facility. Within the spires are the twisting hallways of the Intestines. Claustrophobic doesn't begin to describe it. Every path is jammed with wires and struts, doorways often hidden by some new growth of tech like scar tissue. Labyrinthine and comparable to catacombs, some of the halls have to be squeezed into, black, hot metal threatening to burn every inch of flesh that touches it.

Avaro clones of clones of clones scurry back and forth and back and forth, from one place to another to another on the ceiling. Carrying information, carrying tools, carrying laughter on their tongues as hands reach desperately out to try and grab them. Constant, unending noise. Few clones even resemble anything more than their animal, if even that. Disposable, repeatable, nothing but clones so far removed from their original that no semblance of humanity remains.

There are only cells here for the humans. The doors to them are the most often obscured, and being forgotten in one of the dark, too-hot, closet-sized rooms is torture of its own right. But they're never here for long. They spill their information eventually, they're not allowed to die. It takes a human who can resist Regula or Jealousy to even get here and those are few and far between.

The douji who must be interrogated are all but crushed into the moving walls. Walls of Mother's own flesh. It would be comparable to being shoved in a locker, but a locker would at least have airflow. Those that are lucky to have airflow are perhaps the most unlucky. A sharp needle jabs through the holes that let air in, injecting or extracting at the whims of its bearer.

One would think with the powers the Facility holds that such... barbaric things are pointless to them. Or that if they're needed they would only need a few rooms for intense interrogations. But there are endless timelines. Hundreds of billions to sift through. And the Administrator is a patient man.

Torment and a handful of their... associates... are the only people who stay in these halls of their own will.

The rat king; an Avaro instance with no specific name, the center of the swarm in these depths.

Bile; a Sophia instance who's moral compass is lost in some metaphorical swamp.

Syphon; an Ultimo instance who's utterly convinced that what he does is good and justified.

And finally Torment themself.

Garion would usually rarely bother coming here himself. The halls are far too taxing on his bad leg and really, getting blood in his hair is SUCH a pain...

This room is one of the few places one can stand straight without brushing a wall just by breathing, and Garion's slim figure takes up most of that space. In front of him is a rig that could be seen in the secret basement of a suburban couple's home just as well as it could be seen here. An x frame rig almost comically plain and simple juxtaposed against the complex, breathing machinery of the walls.

On a vat of something, his little mimic robot chirps out something. Bile giggles and mocks it right back from somewhere unseen. As their voices deteriorate from playful copying to distorted mirroring from repeated repetition, Garion's eyes don't move from their place. Sharp blue, once dulled from boredom, are laid upon the figure strapped to the rig. Whatever they are, whatever timeline they're from, whatever they've done trying to escape this fate, it doesn't matter. He can barely even see them for his hate.

A light brightens and then dims behind him. A latch clicks shut. Something brushes against his back, but he does not move.

"Admin!" A deep mechanical rumble of a voice above him feigned surprise, as if they didn't know why he was here, "We dont see your pretty face around here often. And with such a lovely gift."

Garion doesn't move except to blink slowly.

Impatient--some would even dare say nervous--clicks come from the one who entered. The mechanical voice begins to speak again, but this time the higher, almost playful tone is gone.

"What do you need out of them, Administrator?"

The silly mimicry nearby screeches to a halt, Bile catching on and listening as he notices his beloved's voice change.

"I need to know how they got to Fusaji."

"Who--" The fusion is cut off by an Engrave from the Administrator. A vision of a Fusataro instance bleeding heavily onto a very nice looking kimono, hiding himself as deep as he could into a corner. Terrified. The memory is colored with anger, fear, but most importantly relief and overjoy at finding this instance alive. Until this 'Fusaji' flinches away. Hurt in such a way to flinch even from his lover.

Lover.

As the memory abruptly ended, a low rumble rippled under the sounds of the moving metal and the scratches of not-mice on the ceiling.

"I understand."

Garion turns to face the fusion, his eyes finally landing on the opaque black mask.

"And once you have that information," a painfully fake smile spreads like a mold on his face, "Don't stop. Have all the fun you want."

He pushes past, ignoring that a sharp piece of metal from the fusion cuts a hole in his sleeve. Trickery clicks its tongue and jumps off its perch to follow quickly after as its master leaves the small room.

"Oooooh, the Intestines have a VIP now!" Bile giggles and kicks his legs. The large vat on the Fusion's back drops to the ground.

"So it seems!"

[erifin]

I’ve had a file saved on my iCloud called “STRIFE aka im dying scoob” and I DONT remember what this file is or why I even have it in the first place

[thegempage]

hmm (thinking thoughts)

[newtkive]

Carm would be so so clueless when you’re flirting with him and would take stuff so literally and you’re just head in hands shaking coz even with your terrible and obvious flirting he isn’t picking up a hint and that means you need to verbalise it even more explicitly and that’s just so embarrassingggggg

this is so cute but sooo REALLL. he has next to no experience w people romantically so he more than likely either doesn't detect it, or can't believe someone like you would even flirt with him.

like after awhile of yall knowing each other and you coming to terms w your feelings for him you finally decide to just be playful and go for it. maybe you start w thoughtful things like you knew he'd been staying up all night at the restaurant so you bring him a yummy coffee homemade in a to-go cup in the morning. you'd set it on his desk in cute, loopy cursive letters and a heart facing him, so the first thing he sees is '𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓶𝔂 ♥'. he literally would get so confused but once he looks up from his pile of paperwork that comes with opening a new place he'd get butterflies at the sight of you standing there, your cheeks cute, red, and round from your big smile, too stunned to say smth.

"for you! i made it." you'd motion to the cup once you realize he isn't going to speak and he almost jumps a bit in surprise. the look on his face unbelieving like, 'for me?? thats for me??'

he would thank you softly, cheeks even redder than yours. but not because he thinks you're flirting with him, no-- it's because he's giddy at the thought that you brought him a coffee and he shouldn't be because you don't mean it as anything more than a friendly offering.

after a little moment of awkward silence, carmy taking the cup and thumb rubbing over his name, you'd clear your throat a bit. "you're welcome.. you know, the barista thought you were pretty cute." the words just tumbled out a bit ungracefully, a little stutter cutting in along the way.

at that carmy looks up at you, brows knitted in total, earnest confusion. "i thought you said you made it yourself?" he'd say and your jaw would literally fall open, because how daft could he be? that was the point of the joke?

a chorus of 'uuhhh's and 'nevermind just enjoy' would come stringing along from your mouth and you turn to exit the office. behind you watching the whole thing is sydney with her jaw on the floor and richie with a smirk, taking a bite of a muffin. you approach them, head shaking and palm hitting your forehead, asking if they saw that.

richie would give it a few minutes to gossip with you two, laugh about how stupid carmy was, before sauntering into the little office. "you, cousin, are a fuckin' idiot. you know that?" richie would say, towering over the man, earning a confused look from carmy just like he gave you before. ignoring carmy (because he definitely isn't gonna tell him since that was much too fun to watch) richie grabs the cup and takes a swig, an appreciative frown growing on his lips as he nodded in appreciation. "good."

"that's mine, freak, give it back." and carmy snatches it because you made it for him and now he cherishes it and yeah it's good as fuck.

[kpopsexstories]

NCT Dream Dating Ban #5: Jeno Pt. 2

NCT Jeno can’t date girls. As his gay friend you help him out with his sexual needs. (Part 2 of 2)

Content Warning! This is a 100% gay story. Check out this post for my straight smut and this post for more gay smut.

Pairing: Top NCT Jeno x Bottom male reader

Content: Jeno fucks you hard on Jisung's bed, Chenle and Jaemin listen in and jerk off

Type of Sex: WILD

Word Count: 2.1k

Click here to read Part 1.

Jaemin and Chenle are in the living room, on opposite ends of the Dream dorm couch. They're staring wide-eyed at Jisung's closed door while drooling from the corner of their mouths. Jeno is fucking you hard inside and it's driving the boys wild.

Their senses are on high alert. They listen intently to every nuance in the repetitive squeaks of Jisung's bed and mattress. They imagine the hot sex, what you and Jeno are doing to each other just a room away.

They both have a pillow on their laps, and Chenle has pulled his knees and feet onto the couch. Mark was sitting between them only moments ago, but has since retreated to his room. Chenle and Jaemin haven't even noticed that he left.

“Fuck this is hot!” Jaemin exclaims. His hand is massaging and squeezing his hard dick over his clothes under the pillow.

Chenle lets out a dolphin-like laugh. “I wish the others weren't recording today,” he says and adjusts his pants. “Do you think Jisung is okay with them having sex in his bed?”

“He'd probably laugh about it,” Jaemin says without taking his eyes off the door. His arm moves gently as he strokes himself.

“He'd probably be in there with them.”

Jaemin glances at his friend and smiles a crooked smile. “I bet you wish you were.”

Chenle sneers, but Jaemin is right. “Your friend is so hot. Jisung is lucky he gets to sleep with him every night.”

“Have you slept with him yet?” Jaemin asks. “All the others have.”

“No. Have you?”

“No.”

Chenle turns to glare at his friend. “What, really?” he asks, genuinely surprised. “Never?”

“Never,” Jaemin confirms.

“But… All those bike trips you take every year. I thought for sure you were more than just friends. Have you never had sex when you're out?”

“No, why would we? He's just my friend.”

“I just thought…”

Ahh, Jeno, fuck my ass!

Chenle stops talking mid sentence. The boys adjust their positions when they hear your muffled moan.

Yes, yes, fuck me harder with your big cock!

Jeno isn't quiet either. Ahhgh, uuhhh, fuuck! he groans loudly.

Jaemin starts stroking his bone a little faster. The pillows really serve no purpose. Even Chenle is borderline jerking off next to his friend.

“I really do wish the others were here to witness this,” Chenle says.

“Yeah,” Jaemin agrees without really paying attention. The sounds and fantasies are making the boys so hard.

*****

You're on your back on the bed, legs spread wide and Jeno's big dick pushing in and out of your ass. He's towering over you, the full length of his body gliding violently back and forth in your arms. He's fucking you missionary style by rocking his body and thrusting his ass and hips fast up and down.

“Ahh, Jeno, fuck me!” you repeat while taking in the sight end feel of his toned body tensing. “Fuuck, your cock feels so good.”

Jeno's face is directly above yours. He alters between closing his eyes and grimacing, and opening them wide to focus fully on yours. You've been going at it for quite a while and you're impressed by his endurance. Considering the dating ban and how rough and eager he's been in the way he handles your body it's quite a feat that he hasn't come inside you already.

“Mm, yeah!” he grunts and suddenly sits up on his knees. His dick falls out of your ass as he pushes on your thigh.

You flip around and stand on all four in front of him. His hands find your hips and he pulls them toward his groin. He guides his dick between your cheeks and pull your ass onto his shaft.

“Ahh, fuck,” he groans when he begins to fuck you slowly from behind. “Ahhh, fuuuck!”

He picks up the pace. His fingers tighten around your sides. Then he lifts a hand and spanks you.

“Yeah, slap my ass,” you encourage him. “Ahh, harder!”

Jeno spanks your cheek harder with one hand. He's really going at it, using you as his sex toy, thrusting his hips fast and pulling your ass hard onto his dick.

“Yeah, you like this?” he asks and slaps you again. You can hear the grin on his face.

“Y-yes,” you whimper for him. “Oh, yes!”

He spanks you harder, causing your cheek to shake while his dick fills your hole.

“Can I come inside you?” he suddenly asks. The question surprises you.

“Ehm, yeah,” you say, confused because you thought the answer was obvious. “Why would you not?”

“I don't want to get any diseases. Are you clean?“

That's when it dawns on you that, maybe, Jeno has actually never had sex with a man before. He's probably used to pussy, or as used to it as the dating ban allows.

You laugh out loud. “That's not how it works,” you say. “You're already inside me.”

But Jeno has stopped listening. He suddenly pulls out, abruptly and without warning. He sits on his knees, grabs his dick and squeeze your waist hard.

“Ahhhgh, fuu-UUCK!” he shouts.

He shoots his load across your lower back. It sprays your red ass and reaches as far up as just below your shoulder blade, leaving a long, thick white string parallel to your spine. You bury your face in the sheets as you feel the hot cum land on your skin.

Fuck, this is hot! you think and moan.

*****

Jaemin and Chenle have heard your muffled screams through the wall. Ahhhgh, fuu-UUCK! It's abundantly clear to everyone that Jeno has just orgasmed.

Chenle quickly and instinctively gets up and hastily makes his way to the door. He stops and puts his ear against it while squeezing his bulge.

Jaemin, equally curious and deprived, follows.

“You think they're done?” Chenle asks and looks up.

“Sounds like it,” Jaemin whispers. “Fuck, I should never have closed the door.”

Another muffled groan is suddenly heard, coming from a few doors down the hall. Ah, ahhh!

It's Mark who's moaning as he comes in his underwear, turned on and brought over the edge by his own hand and Jeno's loud orgasm.

Chenle and Jaemin look at each other. They smirk and giggle, then cover their mouths as not to get caught.

“Well,” Chenle says. “It sounds like the fun is over. I need a nap.”

Jaemin gives him a playful side-eye, but Chenle has already turned away from him.

“Me too. I'm super tired.”

That's a lie and they both know it. As Chenle and Jaemin rush to their own respective rooms and beds, sleep is the last thing on their minds.

They're hot, horny and have just listened to their own private porn show. They're the only two who haven't had their thirsts clenched by you.

Jaemin especially feels neglected by you, for reasons you will come to know soon enough. If you're too busy satisfying everyone else, what else can he do than to satisfy himself?

*****

Chenle doesn't waste any time and he doesn't last long. He's about to burst in his pants the second the door to his bedroom closes behind him. He pulls them down and throws himself onto the bed.

He lies on his back and takes out his dick. He jerks it, slow at first while imagining Jeno's sexy body plowing into yours. Then faster, harder, until he comes and his load shoots onto his stomach and trickles down his hand and shaft.

“Ahh, ummngh,” he moans softly while grimacing and panting excessively. “Fuuck!”

A few doors away, Jaemin is standing by a mirror hanging above a table along the wall. He's taken his shirt off and his pants and underwear have fallen to his ankles.

His phone is on the table. He stares at the screen with big eyes, while jerking and stroking his dick fast. He's looking at a picture of you, standing knee deep in a lake in a forest in only your underwear. It was taken last year, and you have no idea that Jaemin has jerked off to it on numerous occasions since then.

When he's close to coming, however, Jaemin quickly looks up. He stares at himself in the mirror, at his toned body and hard dick. He's imagining your ass in front of him, fucking you hard from behind.

His thoughts are interrupted when the front door to the apartment slams shut. The other boys have returned home, and he decides he better finish quick.

He reaches for a box of tissues on the table, then closes his eyes and stroke a little faster. He squeezes his shaft with his fingers as a ring around it, takes several tissues from the box, and plays out a sexual fantasy in his head.

Mmm, fuck yeah! he thinks when he explodes. He shoots his load into the ball of paper, leans over the table with his mouth wide open as not to spill on the floor, then opens his eyes and looks at his face in the mirror.

*****

“Fuck Jeno, you're incredible,” you pant and turn round. He stands up on the floor by the foot of the bed and you slide your feet and legs between his thighs.

He's heaving for air above you. You feel his muscular body with your hands, tracing your fingers across his abs.

His chest moves far in and out. His lungs are working hard as he struggles to catch his breath.

“You think the others heard?” you ask with a naughty smile. You scoot your ass to the edge of the bed, look up at Jeno's flustered face, then take his dick and put it in your mouth.

“Ohh, fuck,” Jeno says and throws his head back. You kiss the head and lick the cum off his big shaft.

He looks down and your eyes meet. “Yeah,” he says and smirks. “They heard. They're probably jerking off right now.”

A door outside is suddenly slammed shut and Haechan's voice can be heard. The boys are back, and that means Jisung has probably returned too.

You suddenly feel a panic coming on. It's no secret that you've had sex with almost everyone in the shared apartment, but you've just done it in your best friend's bed and he wasn't in it with you.

Jeno calmly steps away from you. You glance at his back and ass when he walks around the bed, leans down and picks up the towel he wore when he came in.

You get up and look around to find your clothes. Jeno comes up to you with the towel in hand. “Turn around,” he says.

He wipes your back with long and gentle strokes to clean up the mess he's made. While he jerks off daily it's been ages since he last had sex, resulting in a sexual charge and release that was long overdue, at least in relation to how frequently the man had sex before the company tightened their dating ban.

The sheer volume of cum on your back proves that Jeno really needed this. And you have no idea how thankful he is that you were there to help him.

“I'll go take another shower,” he says when he's done cleaning you up. You turn and watch as he wraps the soiled towel around his waist. “Wanna join?”

You don't get a chance to respond. The door suddenly opens and Jisung is standing in it. He stares at you with wide eyes, and a faint smile appears on his lips when he realizes what he's walked in on.

Jeno slowly makes his way past him, naked and with a certain pride and satisfaction in his walk. “I need a shower,” he repeats and smiles at his friend.

Jisung steps inside and closes the door behind him while you begin to put your clothes back on.

“Had fun?” he asks and unzips his hoodie. He takes it off and throws it on the bed, then pulls a black t-shirt over his head.

“Yeah,” you say and smile at his shirtless body.

Jisung approaches you. He wants to relax after a long day in the studio.

“Don't bother,” he says and takes your shirt from your hand. He puts his arms around your body, grabs your sides and spins you around, then pushes you forward in the direction of he bed.

“My turn,” he continues and takes off his pants behind you. He doesn't even ask your permission. “You're leaving in a few days.”

Click here to read Part 1.

[fanfictiongirlie]

Marvel: Unplanned Chapter Two

Parings: Bucky Barnes x Reader (First person written though)

Description:

"It says...it says it's positive doll" His voice matching mine in a quiet shaky whisper.

"Fuck... I'm pregnant?"

"Yeah doll, you're pregnant"

"Fuck" I whisper.

Rating: Explicit

Chapter Warnings: Emetophobia warning! Swearing

Chapter Words: 1,492

(I have the urge for every Marvel fanfic I write to have a seperate timeline where nothing bad happens, and everyone is happy)

Over the next few weeks, everything went back to normal, Bucky and I were horrible to one another, we swore, and yelled in front of everyone.. But alone, we touched, we kissed and explored one another. It was harmless enough, a few lingering touches, stolen glances, but no one ever picked up on it, we were careful, or so we thought. 

One morning, I felt weird, I brushed it off, I made my way to the Avengers kitchen, everyone was there, including Bucky, I smiled softly at him, it was strange, the more we slept together, the less we hated one another, it was like we never hated one another, we just needed to get to know each other in a different way to start getting along. I sat on a chair at the dining table, I looked over watching Vision cook, the smell making me feel worse. Bucky's eyes were on me, as I stood to grab a cup of coffee, I rolled my eyes wanting to tell him to stop. 

I sat back down and sipped at my coffee, I usually gulped my first coffee, I decided against food, there were large platters of different breakfast foods on the table, courtesy of Vision, but none of it looked appealing. 

"Morning everyone" I smile weakly, realising I hadn't said hello yet. I noticed Vision had started cooking the bacon, I gulped deeply, the smell entering my nose, going straight to my stomach, I gagged quietly and stood up. 

"Fuck" I mumbled and ran, I ran to the shared toilets, quickly running into a stall, I grabbed my hair and rested my head over the toilet, my stomach emptying. I coughed harshly as my throat burned. I heard the main door open and I swore to myself. 

"Doll?" Bucky's voice echoed through the room. 

"Fuck...Bucky don't come in" I say, my voice weak and dry. 

He ignores me, naturally, he walks into the stall I was in and crouches down, his hand moving to rub my back gently. 

"What's going on, are you okay?" He asks. 

"Nothing, I'm just sick" I whisper, trying to count in my head...When was my last...?

"You're never sick, what's really going on?" He asks, breaking my trail of thought. 

"I'm not sure" I say truthfully, I spit the remains of my saliva from my mouth. I looked back, meeting his eyes, he looked so worried. 

"Come on doll, talk to me" He whispers, his eyes pleading with mine. 

"I....I'm late...I think...I have to check" I say quietly, his eyebrows raise in surprise, the hand on my back stops, and his eyes widen when he catches on to what I was saying. 

"You...you think you're late? As in your period?"

"Uuhhh yeah, maybe?" I say weakly. I watch as he swallows hard, he looked at me, his face full of worry and confusion. 

"How...How late are you exactly, doll?"

"Fuck.. I don't know, let me clean up?" I say standing up, I walked to the sink counter rooting through the cupboard under the sink, I grabbed a toothbrush; Tony made sure every bathroom in the compound was full of supplies anyone might need, I brushed my teeth thankful for the mintiness in my mouth. 

Once done, I grabbed my phone from my pocket, I opened my period app, Bucky stood by me, watching me scroll through the app. 

"Fuck" I whisper. 

"Doll, what does it say?" He asks, I look up from my phone and to him, his eyebrows furrowed, his concern growing over his face. He takes a step closer to me, his hand coming to rest on my arm. 

"I'm.. like two weeks late" I say quietly. Bucky's eyes widen in surprise, I felt just as surprised, we were careful, everytime we used a condom..Fuck, except that first time in the kitchen. 

"Jesus...two weeks? That's..does that mean?" He asks quietly. 

"It means nothing" I say confidently "Not until I get a test" 

Bucky nodded, his fist clenched tight against his side, I look away from him, my face feeling red and hot. 

"Doll, look at me" He whispers. 

"I...uhh need to go to my room" I say, taking his hand in mine. I pull him along as we watched through the compound, we walked silently together, both feeling worry and stress bubbling within. When at my room, I walk into the bathroom and root through my stuff, I find the pregnancy test, it was in date, I always had them, just in case. 

I shut the door and pee on the stick, I placed the cap on and put the pregnancy test upside down next to my sink. I open the door, allowing Bucky to walk in, he looked pale, like a ghost as he walked in. 

"Doll...What...what does it say?" He asks, his eyes on the test. 

"I felt too nervous to look" I whisper, biting my nails nervously. 

"I'll...I'll look doll" He whispers, I nod as he steps closer to the sink, he takes the test into his trembling hand, he turns it over to look at the little screen, his breathing was heavy. 

"What does it say?" I ask, my voice barely a whisper. Bucky lets out a shaky breath, I feel like that was answer enough, I feel my body flush hot with anxiety. 

"It says...it says it's positive doll" His voice matching mine in a quiet shaky whisper. 

"Fuck... I'm pregnant?" 

"Yeah doll, you're pregnant"

"Fuck" I whisper, tears falling down my cheeks, my eyes burnt from them. Bucky puts the test down and steps to me, he pulls me into his arm. I say nothing and cry into his chest. I cried harder, my breath heavy as I tried calming down. 

"What do we do?" I mumble, he pulled back, and moved his hands up to wipe the tears off my reddened cheeks. 

"We...we need to figure out where to go from here doll" He says slowly "There are a lot of things to consider..but first...first we need to decide whether you want to keep it" 

"I don't know...do you?" I answer, feeling like I was in a dream, it didn't feel real, I couldn't be, but I was. 

The way Bucky looks at me, I knew what he wanted just from that stare, he looked at me so carefully, and maybe full of love? I couldn't tell. 

"Doll...whatever you decide, I'll support you" He says, his hand moving to hold my cheek "But...in all honesty, yeah, part of me, does want you to keep it" 

His answer shocks me, I never pegged Bucky as a dad, nor someone who wanted kids. 

"Oh...How come?" I ask.

I watch as he moves one hand to rub the back of his neck, he makes a confused face at me. 

"I...I never thought of myself as father material before, but...the idea of having a kid...something you and me created...it kinda makes me feel like, I don't know, like I would be happy...like I think maybe I could be a good dad...Does that make sense?" He explains, he did make sense, I knew what he meant anyway. 

"Bucky, the team...they think we hate each other still" I mumble, laughing a little. 

Bucky sighs "I know doll, we've been real good at keeping this a secret.. now this, complicates things" 

"It does" I say, matching his sigh. 

Bucky lets out a small shaky breath, his hand moving to gently hold my hip, his rubbed it slightly, soothing me. His eyes were looking at mine, his perfect blue eyes trying to comfort me without words. 

"We need to decide how we want to handle this doll, do we keep it a secret?" He asks. 

"I think...we need to make an appointment with the doctors first, before anything else" I say confidently. Bucky nods, obviously agreeing with my logic. 

"You're right doll, we need to get you check out first" He smiles softly. 

"Exactly" I smile faintly, my body feeling like I would throw up again, my throat felt funny but luckily I didn't throw up. Bucky smiles softly at me, his metal fingers tickling my hip slightly, He steps closer to me, his eyes searching mine. 

"We'll make an appointment, and I'm with you okay? Whatever you choice, I'm with you, every step of the way" He speaks, his voice quiet and sincere. 

"You are?" I ask, y voice breaking as I do. 

"Yeah, I am, no matter what you decide, we're in this together, I'm not abandoning you, or our kid, I'm here for you, for us, always" He tells me, and in that moment, I swear I could see myself falling in love with him. We promise nothing serious, I think we may have crossed that line. 

"Thank you Bucky" I say, feeling guilty, we weren't even in a relationship, what was I supposed to do, we could have the relationship talk at a later date. Everything felt too messy at the moment. 

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I just wanted a fun night…

Now it’s nearly 10 months later. I feel like I’m being ripped in half, the giant baby shoving its way through my tiny pussy. I can feel the head right behind my lips, bulging outward. I scream, moan and groan for no one to hear, all alone in my house.

“Uuhhh”

The babies head slides out and starts to crown. I try to spread my legs further, but that just forces the baby out more, stretching me open

“AHH”

I can’t think straight, no words are forming, just primal urges to push, to get this huge baby out of me, to make the torture stop.

“Hah..ah.. AAAH”

The head slips out, feeling it rub against every part of my cunt.

I just wanted a fun night.

And I didn’t even know there was two babies, the second even bigger than the first…

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hi! can you make something uuhhh... kinda spicy..? the side characters reaction to getting catch making out/ kissing mc hard?😳

Hi there, anon!

This is by far the spiciest thing I've ever posted here (ETA: lol), but I would still say it's only slightly spicy. They ended up a little longer than I meant for them to, but you know when inspiration strikes, I tend to go with the flow and not question it. Anyway, I hope the spice level is okay and that they're not too cheesy, but either way I enjoyed writing it!

Thank you for the request!

side characters make out with GN!MC and react to getting caught

Warnings: making out, kissing, touching, etc, but everyone stays clothed lol

Diavolo

You had received a message from Diavolo earlier that evening asking you to come see him at the Demon Lord's Castle. Although he hadn't said what it was he wanted to talk to you about, you were pretty sure it was regarding an upcoming event that you were helping him plan. So you made your way over to the castle quickly.

He had been at his desk in his office, working away, when you arrived. He looked up at you as you entered the room, putting down his pen and actually standing up to greet you.

"Thank you for coming, MC!" he said, taking your hand and leading you to a seat in front of his desk.

You sat down as he passed several papers to you. A glance revealed that you were correct - they were about the event at RAD that you were planning. You had some ideas about it already and the two of you launched into a discussion about logistics and such things.

When your talk finally came to an end, you nodded firmly. "Okay," you said. "I'll have all this ready in the next couple of days."

"That would be wonderful, but don't overwork yourself, MC," Diavolo said.

"Don't worry, I can handle it," you said. You stood up from your seat and smiled at him. "Good night, Diavolo. I'll see you at RAD tomorrow."

You turned and walked toward the door. You were about to open it when you found that somehow Diavolo was already standing in your way. How did he get there so fast? But you didn't have time to wonder too much about that.

He frowned, but it was more like a pout and you could see the mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Must you leave so soon?"

You folded your arms and looked at him. "We both have a lot of work to do."

Diavolo couldn't keep the smile off his face. He moved closer to you, settling his hands on your waist. "I know, MC," he said. "But can't we take advantage of these few moments alone? I promise I'll be able to work twice as hard later."

You scoffed at this, but you also felt a smile creeping onto your face. You couldn't exactly refuse those sparkling gold eyes. "I guess I have a few minutes…"

Diavolo pulled you closer, kissing you as your hands rested on his chest. The heat from his soft lips spread throughout your entire body as you felt an electric thrill run through your stomach.

Diavolo began to move forward, causing you to move backward until you ran into his desk. You felt him lift you to sit on his desk and you let out a small sound of surprise, nearly breaking the kiss. Your concern quickly fled as he moved in further, one hand leaning against the desk beside you and one cupping your cheek.

You could feel the flush warming your face and neck as his hand moved from your cheek into your hair. Your own hands gripped the front of his uniform before sliding up to clasp behind his neck.

The hand in your hair slid down your spine slowly before stopping on your lower back. You couldn't help but arch into the touch. This broke the kiss, but Diavolo's lips were now on your neck. You bit your lip as he trailed kisses down your throat.

The door to the office opened with a slight creak.

You froze. Diavolo pulled away, hovering over you, but clearly not willing to completely let you go.

You looked over his shoulder at Lucifer, who stood in the doorway holding a stack of papers in one hand, his other hand still on the doorknob.

Lucifer cleared his throat. "Forgive me for interrupting," he said, his voice full of sarcasm. "I'll just leave these here." He put the papers on a nearby table before exiting immediately, shutting the door sharply with a snap.

You looked back at Diavolo, who was staring at you in surprise. Then he laughed, standing up straight and running a hand through his hair as he did so.

"I'm so sorry, MC," Diavolo said, a light blush across his cheeks. "I'm afraid I got carried away and forgot that Lucifer was coming by. Can you forgive me?"

You sighed. The pool of warmth that had settled in your stomach still lingered, fueled by Diavolo's cheerful response to having been caught like this. "I'll forgive you on one condition."

"Anything for you," he said.

You slipped off the desk, fixing your clothes and hair as you did so. Then you straightened his tie, which had gotten skewed. "Next time, invite me over when you aren't working so we can have the whole evening to ourselves."

"I promise," he said, smiling brightly.

Barbatos

It was a rainy day in the Devildom and for some reason you found yourself craving one of Barbatos's signature cakes. When you asked him about it, he offered to come over to the House of Lamentation to make one for you. That was how you found yourself in the kitchen, watching as he expertly mixed various ingredients to create cake, frosting, and filling. You helped where you could, but really it was best to just watch the master at work.

He had removed his gloves and RAD uniform jacket, rolling up the sleeves of his green shirt. It was really quite enjoyable to watch him as he made the batter or piped the frosting. Barbatos was always smiling and content while he was baking. He was in his element and you couldn't help but stare at him as he moved about the kitchen.

When the cake was finally ready, you waited in anticipation as Barbatos cut you a slice. He placed it on a little plate before using a fork to scoop up a bite. You watched curiously, thinking he was going to sample it himself before allowing you to eat some. Instead, he held the fork out to you.

You blushed instantly, but you held his gaze while you leaned forward and ate the cake off the fork. He waited, watching you.

"It's delicious, of course," you said. "You don't… you're not going to feed it all to me, are you?"

Barbatos smiled, placing the plate on the counter. "Did you think I hadn't noticed the way you were staring, MC? It was quite distracting."

"I couldn't help it," you said. "If you could see yourself, you wouldn't blame me."

Barbatos moved closer to you. He leaned in, not quite touching you. "I came here this afternoon to satisfy your craving," he said quietly in your ear. "But your keen attention has caused a different craving in me, I'm afraid. Won't you indulge me?"

You knew he was waiting for some kind of confirmation from you. He was so close, you couldn't quite focus because your heart was pounding too hard. You opened your mouth, as though you were going to say something, but found that no words came out. So instead you closed the remaining space between you, put your hands on his cheeks, and kissed him.

You felt Barbatos's arms wrap around you, pressing you to him. You kept one hand on his face, but let the other one fall to grip his arm, your fingers coming in contact with his rarely exposed skin. You gently nipped his bottom lip and he opened his mouth for you. Your whole body was warm, a giddy feeling bubbled up in your stomach, and the taste of him was so much sweeter than any dessert.

You felt his hands moving slowly but deliberately up and down your back. The sensation of heat was almost overwhelming you.

You tried to stop yourself, but it was no use. "Barbatos," you moaned his name into his lips and you felt his grip on you tighten.

Your knees were weak and just as you thought you might not be able to stay standing, there was a clatter at the other end of the kitchen.

"Ohhh MC! Barbatos! Why didn't you invite me to this make out party?"

You felt yourself blush intensely as you pulled away and saw Asmodeus walk into the room.

Barbatos smiled at you before letting you go and turning around. "Asmodeus," he said, perfectly composed. "Would you like some cake?"

Asmo pouted. "Are you really going to try to pretend that you guys weren't just making out?"

"Asmodeus," Barbatos said again. He was smiling, but an aura of black and purple had sprung up around him. "Would you like some cake?"

Asmo shuddered. "That cake looks divine, of course I'd love a piece!"

Barbatos began to cut another piece of the cake for Asmo while you picked up your own plate and took another bite. It was as amazing as it always was. Word spread quickly around the House of Lamentation that there was cake to be had. There were no leftovers, especially after Beel showed up. Barbatos was more than happy to make another cake so everyone was satisfied.

Later on, you stood by the front door as Barbatos prepared to return to the castle. He was back in his full uniform, white gloves and all. He paused in the front doorway, taking both of your hands in his.

"Should you wish to enjoy that cake again, I must insist that you come to the Demon Lord's Castle," he said with his usual smile. "Allow me to treat you to a full tea party as well."

You leaned in a little closer and kissed his cheek. "I would love to," you said. "Especially if it's a tea party just for two."

Simeon

You lingered outside the door of the home economics classroom, waiting for Simeon to come out. Many delicious aromas wafted out as the other students filed past you, chatting about the various things they had made during class.

You had just come from seductive speechcraft, where you had received a message from Simeon on your D.D.D. After working out a couple of the typos, you realized he was asking you to meet him here at the home economics classroom so you could have lunch together. He had made something tasty and wanted to share it with you.

Finally, after what felt like forever, Simeon emerged from the classroom with a small box in his hands. He smiled when he saw you.

"I'm sorry if you were waiting long, MC," he said.

"It wasn't that long," you said. "Are you ready to go?"

"Yes," Simeon said, still smiling. "I was thinking we could eat outside. It's a nice afternoon."

"Sure," you said.

You and Simeon made your way through the halls, down the front steps, and through the grounds to a mostly secluded spot surrounded by trees. You both sat down at the base of one of the trees. Simeon carefully opened the box he'd been carrying to reveal a couple of his famous BLT devil sandwiches.

"I made a lot of these today," he said. "I gave most of them to Beelzebub during class, but I saved these for us to have for lunch."

You pulled two devil crush super spicy mango juices from your bag. "I brought drinks," you said.

"That's perfect," Simeon said. "Thank you, MC."

It didn't take the two of you long to eat your lunch, laughing and talking the whole time. When you were finished, there was still time left before you needed to go back to class.

You sighed and leaned back against the tree. "This is so nice," you said. "I wish I could just stay here with you forever instead of going back to class."

Simeon laughed and leaned toward you, taking one of your hands. "Forever? Are you sure you would want to stay with me that long, MC?"

The bright smile on his face and the way his blue eyes were shining caused you to lean closer and say, "Yes. Forever."

Simeon blushed and raised your hand to his lips, kissing it softly while looking up at you.

Your heart began to race. You turned your hand in his and cupped his cheek.

The two of you stared at each other for a few moments before you simultaneously moved closer together, your lips meeting. Simeon shifted so he was on his knees before you, one hand on your thigh and the other still covering yours which remained on his cheek. You could feel his skin flushing beneath your touch.

You opened your mouth without thinking about it clearly, eager for more of him. He responded instantly, if tentatively. You ran a hand through his hair, letting the soft, smooth strands fall through your fingers.

You pulled away briefly for some air and found yourself looking at the soft brown skin of his throat, peeking above the high collar of his shirt. You kissed it and you couldn't resist continuing down to his exposed collarbone and one of his shoulders.

"M-MC-" Simeon's grip on your thigh tightened as he said your name.

There was a rustling in the tree above you and a loud thud nearby.

Simeon sat back and stood up in one fluid motion, clearly surprised. You looked up to see Belphie rubbing at his eyes. He seemed exasperated.

"Can't a demon take a nap in a tree without being disturbed around here?" he asked, giving you both a sleepy look. "You guys better stop making out and get back to class or you'll get detention for skipping."

Simeon sighed and held out a hand to help you up. You accepted the offered hand, letting him pull you to your feet. You saw that he was blushing only slightly less than you were.

You were ready to get on Belphie's case for sleeping in trees, but he was already on his way back to RAD. You turned to Simeon bashfully. "Thanks for lunch," you said.

Simeon laughed and shook his head. "You're welcome, MC. We should do this again. We'll just have to make sure the tree we choose to sit by doesn't have Belphegor napping in its branches."

You couldn't help but laugh, too. It was embarrassing to get caught, but Simeon still looked like he was happy just to be with you. He held your hand all the way back to RAD.

Solomon

You had been in the library at RAD with Solomon for the last couple of hours, reading through a stack of books. He was researching some minute details of a certain kind of spell involving a magic circle, but it was an old spell and there was limited information about it. So you had to look through many old books to see if you could find even a small mention of it.

You closed the book you were currently looking through as you reached the end and realized that you had no more books in your to-read stack.

The library was quiet at this hour of the day. Across the table from you, Solomon was engrossed in whatever book was in front of him. The look on his face was one of serious concentration.

You didn't want to disturb him, but he seemed to sense that you were watching him. He looked up at you, smiled and leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms above his head for a moment.

"Are you done already?" he asked.

"I've gone through all of these," you said.

Solomon nodded. "Come on, there are plenty of other books to look through. I'll help you get more from the shelves."

You got up from the table and followed Solomon. You frowned when he passed by the books you thought he was going to stop at.

You jogged a little to catch up to him. "Um, weren't the books back there?"

"There are more over here," he said. "I think we might be more successful with these."

He stopped in front of the back wall of books and indicated the top half of the shelves. "You can use this step stool to reach them," he said, pulling a little step stool from nearby. "If you want to hand them down to me, we can take back a stack of them."

You stepped up onto the first step and knew immediately that the stool wasn't balanced right. It tipped slightly and you stumbled, throwing out your hands in an attempt to catch yourself.

Fortunately for you, Solomon was there to catch you. However, you then found yourself with your back pressed against the shelf and his arms wrapped around you. You knew he saw the blush that you could feel suddenly spring to your cheeks.

Solomon seemed reluctant to let you go. "Are you all right, MC? I'm sorry I almost caused you to get hurt."

"I'm fine," you said. "It scared me a little, though."

Solomon reached up and brushed back some of your hair, which had fallen forward into your face when you fell. "Let me make it up to you," he said, leaning in closer and pausing, lips inches away from yours.

You took the invitation and kissed him, letting your arms wrap around him, your fingers clinging to the back of his RAD uniform. He responded by pressing into you, keeping a hand behind your back to prevent you from being pushed uncomfortably into the bookshelf. His kiss was hot and heavy, his touch needy.

You felt dizzy, ready to get lost in him and forget about the old books for a while. A twinge of butterflies fluttered through your insides as you felt yourself flushing in response. The heat around you increased, Solomon's body pressed up against yours, one of his hands tracing lightly down your arm.

You gasped as Solomon broke away long enough to move to your neck. You tangled a hand in his hair as he made his way down to your collarbone, biting gently at your skin.

And then someone cleared their throat loudly.

Solomon reluctantly pulled himself away from you, turning to look at whoever had interrupted while straightening his uniform.

Satan stood there, arms folded, looking like he was about to go into demon form on the both of you. "Solomon. MC. What are you doing? This is a library. And I need one of the books you're so blatantly making out on."

You blushed, covering your face with your hands. "Sorry," you mumbled into your palms.

Solomon laughed and took your hands away from your face. "Sorry about that, Satan," he said. "We were just leaving."

Solomon led you back to the table where the books from earlier remained stacked.

"I thought there were more…?" you said.

Solomon shook his head, still smiling. "I think we're done for the day, don't you? We can pick up again another time. Let me walk you home."

You nodded, then stopped when something dawned on you. "Solomon, couldn't you have just used magic to get those books down from the top shelves?"

Solomon laughed again. "I suppose I could have."

You laughed, too. Like he really needed to make up an excuse like that to kiss you. You let him walk you home and made sure he knew as much before you parted ways.

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[nickkcha]

Hello, Sorry to bother you but I wanted to ask if you do request? I really like your style

I could do two or three maybe if I like the request hahah, so bring it and maybe I'll draw a sketch👍

Also I have open commissions if you want a more elaborate drawing :P

[teecupangel]

I love your works and I saw mention of an idea for Desmond to be reborn as Abbas and now I'm just like "oh god that timeline was never gonna stay the same" because I can see Desmond thinking about following the normal timeline then remembering he'd have to be mean to Altair for years and one day kill Malik and he just goes "fuck that"

Thank you!

There’s this villainess story (the title escapes me atm) where the villainess is trying hard to be evil but the main love interest can see that she’s trying her best and finds it adorable.

I’m kinda imagining that’s the kind of setup we’ll have with a Desmond who is trying so hard to try be mean to Altaïr.

Like, the biggest open secret in all of Masyaf is that Abbas Sofian, for whatever reason, pretends he hates Altaïr’s guts when he’s always the most worried whenever Altaïr leaves for a mission and can spot when Altaïr is just a little bit off and immediately believes he’s tired.

Altaïr is the only one to call him Desmond and he’s going along with this because… uuhhh… Altaïr honestly doesn’t know.

A day after Altaïr got the scar on his lips after protecting Desmond from a freak accident while they were training, Desmond proclaimed that he hated Altaïr and that he was just pretending to be believe Altaïr’s lies that his father had killed himself in front of Altaïr.

Altaïr would have believed it had it not been for the fact that Desmond was crying and obviously forcing himself to say those things.

Altaïr assumed that Desmond was trying to pull away from him because he felt guilty for Altaïr’s scar which was stupid because it was Altaïr who pushed Desmond out of the way and got himself hurt due to his own weakness.

And…

Desmond was so cute when he tries so hard to pretend that he hates Altaïr.

Malik is on the sideline, just staring at the two of them like the big idiots that they were.

[wintersera]

I HAVE THOUGHTS (or could also be a request if you want) AFTER READING YOUR G!P AESPA PIECE!!! winte rbeing described as a, and i quote you, “massive nerd, vigin, loser and i love that for her” is how i imagine g!p sakura looks she’s a little hot loser that should be provided with the best head while she games 🫡 i volunteer tehee

g!p sakura under desk support

cw: g!p kkura, exhibitionism and voyeurism?, oral (kkura receiving)

OH MY GOD ANON?!!???! I’VE ALREADY MADE A DRAFT ABOUT HOT LOSER KKURA GETTING HEAD UNDER THE TABLE great minds think alike 🤩

anyways have this drabble

“baby? i’m in a game with chaewon and yun- wait, huh? hold on a minute” without a word you make your way underneath sakura’s desk making yourself comfy whilst slipping her shorts off.

feeling aroused you whisper, hastily throwing her boxers aside. “yeah i know you’re in an intense fortnite game but let me take care of you baby” pressing your face against her rock hard cock flashing her a mischievous grin. spitting in your hand you stroke her length slowly, occasionally licking her tip.

“w-wait.. fuck, y/n i’m on vc with jen and- ah shit, chaewon” hands tangling into your hair, lightly tugging it assuming she’s motioning for you to stop. if anything the way she bucks her hips closer to you and the way she doesn’t actually pull you away from her tells you otherwise. she holds back a groan, frantically tapping the keys on her keyboard trying to mute herself, hitting the wrong keys unbeknownst to her. thinking that she’s muted she holds your head looking down at you, not using her words you already know what she wants. forcing her legs open with a gentle grip you take her whole cock in your mouth. keeping her grip on your hair and the desk making sure she doesn’t fall over her chair from sheer pleasure. “y/n mmm- i can’t pla… i cant play like this, f-feel too good” you look up at your girlfriend, so cute. the way she’s trying to focus on playing while you’re sucking on her cock drives you crazy. looking back up at her you notice her fully flushed face, glasses tilted and mouth open, grounding herself. pushing yourself taking her deeper into your throat she yelps, glasses falling off her face and on to her desk. she’s such a cute loser you think to yourself

“ah- hold on.. y/n wait i’m gonna cum-” gripping the table for support, she curls up in her seat curses and groans being ripped out from her as she ejaculates in your mouth. unknown to you, shocked, and maybe a little turned on, yunjin and chaewon were listening to your fun little happenings. chaewon clearing her throat “…are you guys done? we need to get out of the storm before we um… die…” earning a laugh from jennifer. looking at you from above the table she whines in embarrassment “uuhhh.. y/nnn” a cute frown adorning her face

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